He wasn't ignorant man, and no one had classified him as such. Schuldig was an intriguing person, or so he told himself. Dawn's rush of rays snuck through the curtains of the mind-breaker's bedroom; its only shield a make-shift shawl the german had purchased before leaving his home country with Schwartz. 'How boring this country is.' he thought unto himself from the mattress of his single-sized box springs. Some might expect that the mastermind had been placed up in a room of luxury, truth was he was simple person. Hell, he spent small tid-bits of money on clothing; but even that was purchased by the Oracle and their old boss Takatori. The room was no more bigger than a storage room, the bed was a single that lacked a bed frame at Schuldig's request only the box springs and mattress were what he'd made use of. Space was what he desired, the german's mind would be overloaded with the thoughts of even the common street walker when they passed him on the sidewalk; space was a luxury he could afford now. Wall to wall cement greeted the fire-haired male when the material of a white sheet was thrown aside from his resting form; gold skin meshed against the dull gray of the room with each step the german took to the peeking window; height allowing him to peer over the sill and out across an empty car lot. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't feel smothered by the people, all their insecurities and life expectations; he was drowning in it all. Mentally the assassin remembered he needed to check on Farf and Nagi before they'd head over to the flower shop.
'When did the flower shop become something personal to him?' questioned the mind-breaker. Maybe it was the moment in their fits of boredom, mostly his, that he'd decided it was time to discuss things with the Weiss leader. The idea that they could co-exisit in a world, and work off one another's strengths was something that both appealed and irked Schuldig; but for now he'd take the time to understand Aya and why he wouldn't relent himself. A small hamper sat in the corner of the bedroom, approaching it without hesitancy it was opened and emptied of a loose fitting black T-shirt with short sleeves and a pair of black jeans the german had bought on a whim. Where dress shoes would've been they also were replaced with American sneakers Brady-boy had offered him for the common act that they were too big for the Oracle. Schuldig always knew he'd fill Brady-boy's shoes one day. The german's mouth quirked at the lame pun while he made quick work of tying back the horde of fire-curls in a long ponytail that hit the center of the male's shoulders; agonizing over the scrunchy he complained and griped until victory was won. A muscular yet slight man the mind-breaker was considered, but the authority reeked from him spades once he started along a spacious corridor of ink. Farf's chambers had been moved several times throughout the months they'd stayed in the redecorated ex-clothing store, it was good for them that they'd believe in a basement by the previous owners; it allowed the mad-Irishman his solitude. Schuldig had been practicing his restraint in using his abilities; it was the idea that if he relied on them souly chances are they'd be his downfall and with that idea came physical training. Classes of psychology a few months before at a local and very public college had allowed the mind-breaker to study the human mind and all the quirks; last night when reading the Abyssinian's thoughts, it'd been the first time in weeks. Aya's mind was a field of possiblities, touched by the world, and himself; perhaps that was intrigued Schuldig. The playing field of such an emotional and closed human; truth was Aya just thought too much when had allowed him freefall in those mirages.
A staircase at the end of the hall led off into below the department store which the fire-haired manipulator took down into the bowels of the foundation around him, darkness had swallowed up the den like a spoiled meat's scent accosted the senses. Light did peek at Schuldig from the very corner of the den, it was Farf's own little haven; it'd taken mind-reading and personal experience to figure out the Irishman. The pale-scarred assassin just wanted to be alone with himself, to wallow in the hate of a religious figure he blamed for the mishaps in his life; it was selfish of him think he was the only one to suffer. But not even the german could tolerate the idea of killing one's own parents in a spike of madness; God's creatures were expendable but they were also something that required more study of. The Irishman had parked himself in a black cushion chair he'd asked for out of comfort; in all honesty Farf had asked to be held in the basement. Saying it was the only place where God would not seek him; however strange it was Schuldig believed it gave the scarred being security. " I never get bored when I read these silly American Reader's Digests. The foolish stories of revelation, and miracles; how grotesque. A woman here says she and her child were engulfed by an inferno of fire; when God spoke to her of survival. And by -his- mighty hand her life was spared by a break in the flames which allowed them to escape their fate. " the eerie voice had suddenly spoken up from the cushion chair, an over-head lamp allowed the Irishman to read even in the strangest hours of the night. Fire and dark clashed with the german's movements till stepping in the dim lighting of the false heat; wandering about the madman's domain was at one's own risk and even he wasn't threatened by the Irishman when he plucked the book Pride and Predjudice from a slot in the bookcase. " You know, Farf. If you look you'd realize those are months old; and that woman has swallowed up her fame then kept the money to support her habits and that child. " the german fingered the cracked binding along the spine of the book. A rustle of pages being slid closed then tossed onto the floor echoed about the twin bodies in the hallow grave of darkness. " You're right. Which is sick, but it's how the body copes. Enhancing itself on life claiming of miracles and the rewards it sows on its exaggerator. You've come to me here, are you here to tell me to ready myself for our visit? " Schuldig was still having trouble coping with the idea that Farf was acting more human now than ever in their time of knowing one another. The Jane Austin novel was replaced in the slot it had been vacanted from; fire brushed the mind-breaker's black-clothed shoulders once he turned on his heel to face the scarred being resting in the chair.
'Good grief.' Schuldig muttered to himself. What was with the suicidal blade-wielder and his strange habits? Farf was lounged out naked as the day, he could assume, born. Scars had etched themselves into the murder's skin like trophies; so many shades of color in puckered skin and the variety in designs could be considered artistic if it were disturbing to know why they were there. The german heaved a sigh that hinted of irritation, " Yes. Get dressed, Farf. Brad won't even notice us gone again till we return with the flowerboys in tow. I believe Nagi is already awake and dressed, so I'll stop by his room. Don't take too long. " the digest on the floor was removed by Schuldig who set it back into a special opening of the bookcase it been made for. Black-cloth rubbed against the red-haired stud's rippling stomach with his careful ascending of the steps after leaving Farf, only for a moment he paused ears picked up the distinct muttering of words from the madman, " Youji is an interesting morsel.." German and weirded out by Farf sometimes, the mane of hair shook with his confusion from side-to-side. Nagi's room was just a few feet from Farf's den due to the need for the boy to be close in case the irishman escaped. " Nagi. We're getting ready; make sure Farf gets fully dressed this time. It's worse enough he tried to go out naked yesterday to the flowerboys' shop. " tall, and dominating, the assassin had ceased in front of the telekenetic's bedroom door; he could feel the aura of the boy behind the door. The manipulator inside him begged to see what the kid was up to but Nagi was his own person these days; and like a nagging brother Schuldig didn't want to upset that mind set. " All right.. Hey, Schuldig.." the door was eased open by the telekenetic, by hand no less, however out of the elements the mind-manipulator strode into the boy's bedroom. It was a typical teenagers room if you didn't look too closely at the books for advanced science and such; no posters were hanging up on the walls other than the single picture of a Weiss member; Omi. Nagi was a good kid, smart and affectionate despite his cold demeanor; Schuldig watched the boy lowered himself onto the mattress of his single-bed motioning for the mind-breaker to follow. On rare occasions the boy had allowed Schuldig into his feelings or ideas, which it was something the older Weiss had taken a curious look into, as directed the fire-haired male lowered himself beside the telekenetic on the mattress. " Is it wrong for me to want to be with Omi? " the question only phased the red-head momentarily, before casting a considering expression on the chibi-like boy. " No. I don't think so, but they're Weiss. They're only disbanned till they hear from their commander. You'd be taking not only a risk with us, but yourself. " Nagi had bowed his head towards his lap, the older Schwartz could feel and easily read the expressions on the confused child. " Nagi. We don't know what is going to happen. Oracle hasn't said a word in days, and we've been without missions for as long as the others. It's hard to tell if anything is going to happen. Just..be his friend for now. Nothing is certain anymore, you know that. " the boy hestiantly nodded, agreeing against his better wishes and heart. Schuldig could understand the boy's feelings, and although he'd like to let his crew live freely; they were still here by orders and oath to Crawford.
" Just go check on Farf. Meet me out front, all right? " whispered the older Schwartz when he stood and exited the boy's bedroom. It took all of ten minutes for Farfarello and Nagi to meet the mind-breaker out front, they took long way; they walked. It was just past nine 'o clock in the morning when the crew entered the shop. And what a view it was to offer them; Aya was bent from the waist over a pot that looked twice the size of the assassin but Schuldig watched in silent amazement when it was lifted to easily and placed in the corner opposite of its original position. His fellow members had dispearsed themselves across the shop to their intended targets, Farf was practically breathing down Youji's neck while the madman played with the blonde's hair out of curiousity. Thankful to Nagi, the irishman was snug in a pair black leather pants and sleeveless black vest; it was no suprise that Farf had a taste in being dark. However, Nagi had positioned himself beside a confused looking Omi; whom seemed in deep conversation with his fellow teen. This was nice and all, but Aya was his target; the said maroon-haired male was glaring daggers with those iris beauties he'd been graced with; the german sashed his way up to the glaring leader, standing side-to-side with him. No aprons were draped over the Weiss members today; signalling no work for the next several hours for costumers who passed the 'Closed' sign on the outside door. / Is everyone ready, Aya/ voiced the german inside the red-head's thoughts. A glint of edge in Abyssinian's flashed before he replied to the german's question, / Yes. Shop is closed for the next three hours. So what are we doing? Just walking right in there and pound on Crawford's bedroom door/, although the Weiss didn't snort visually, he did so mentally. Wasn't that just the cutest thing? / Pretty much. Pack up the crew, we're out of here. I need Crawford's mind, and you need your crew member. / Aya's agreeing nod was enough for Schuldig to voice his next orders, " We're going back to the office. Waking Brady-boy's sorry ass up, so we can all get back to our work. Farf, leave the playboy alone. " this comment earned both a sneer from the coddling males' to the persistant red-head. " German, don't be ignorant. Look at you, you're practically close to jumping their leader. Don't accuse me of molestation, pervert. " A huddle of laughter erupted from the teens behind the counter, Aya's violet orbs locked on the fire mind-breaker as if daring him to say a word. 'Well, pet. I'm not going to say a word. I'm going to do something better.' A naked arm snuck up and around the maroon-haired leader's shoulders; giving a tug that knocked the assassin of his element for the sheer seconds that Schuldig needed. Lips clashed with lips, the Abyssinian's mouth was crushed beneath the German's firmly. No one moved for the seconds that those closed lips touched one another, before Schuldig withdrew with a small smack of his lips. " Nummy. Now. Did I jump him? Hell no! Come, my fellow Irishman. Let us hunt down our boss! " like a tornado had passed through the giddy mind-breaker released the tramatized assassin from his hold. Aya was stand-still in place where he'd been left, his lips suddenly beginning to tingle from having a man's; much less Schuldig's lips on his.
Playboy and madman came up alongside the shocked leader, Youji's arm coming to rest around the red-head's shoulders just as Schuldig's had. " Well. You're both red-heads; perfect match. Come on, Fari. " it was unsual now, the playboy had come up with a pet name for the insane irishman; and Aya had been kissed by a man. A lovely one, but still a man. "..Oh, this can't be good. " verbally announced the leader before following behind the odd twins and followed by the teens. 'I feel so inbetween.' Schuldig's comment came quick and snickering inside Aya's fuddled thoughts, 'You've got no idea how much.'