Schwarz Journals (Day 6/?)
By Ray-Chan
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April 20, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
Farfarello is getting out of control.
Today I received a call from Tokyo Zoo asking me to pick up my "cousin" who had lost his mind and climbed down into the tiger pit. When Schuldich, Nagi and I arrived, zoo attendants were still trying to coax Farfarello out of the pit, but failing miserably. Many were bleeding from where he had clawed or even bitten them. I'll never understand that man.
After cursing fluently at him in quite a variety of languages, we managed to drag him from the tiger pen and sedate him enough to transport back home, all with shocked spectators watching the show. It will probably be on the news tonight. Damn it, Farfarello! If Weiss hears about this, I'm going to shove all his knives through the trash compactor and make him watch.
…And Schuldich. That man… After last night I don't know how either of us were able to walk this morning. Just *where* he got a Catholic schoolgirl uniform I'll never know, but it fit him nicely. You really never notice how wonderfully curved and slender his body is until he's straddling you in a tight blouse, thigh high plaid skirt and matching cropped sweater-jacket. I made him keep the whole outfit on, though the lace panties had to go.
He said we could do it again tonight, this time with handcuffs, and I think he bought a riding crop. I'd rather not know where he got it. He claims he has "connections".
When did I start writing down all my strange encounters with Schuldich? Maybe years from now I'll allow him to read this journal and we'll both laugh. …Or have wild sex.
I'm betting on the second option.
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Crawford set down his leather notebook and glanced over to where Schuldich was pulling on knee-socks and winking at him, skirt trimmed messily at the hem much shorter than needed. …though it served their night activities quite well.
He tried to suppress a grin while reaching for the first journal.
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Fuckbook
Day 6
Braaaaad. I *know* what your scheming little mind is thinking. ….And I don't like it.
I swear, Brad. You take away my cigarettes and alcohol, I take away your sex. And I mean it. You know I'm irresistible. Who do you think would crack first?
I know you're laughing right about now. *SHUT UP*!!! Okay, so I would probably lose it first. Still….Don't rub it in. What's wrong with a little smoke or drink now and then if it makes me feel good? Do you realize how freakin *hard* it would be to break my habit?!?!
I mean… I replace one addiction with another. You take away my alcohol, I smoke until I hack up a lung. Take away my cigarettes, I drink myself into oblivion.
Unless you wanna feed my other addiction, Bradley-chan? Mmm…. Sex is gooood. I don't drink when I'm having sex and I don't smoke either. (Okay, so a little drink before, and a quick smoke after helps, but that's beside the point.)
If you want to fuck me around-the-clock, I think I could be cured! Whenever I get a craving, I'll just tell you and you carry me off to our room to ravish me until I'm too tired to think about drinking or smoking. How ''bout that? You game, Bradley?
Kisses! Ja ne! ^__~.
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"Schuldich, I can't just have sex with you twenty-four hours a day." Crawford looked at the younger man over the rims of his glasses.
"Mmm… But it was a fun idea, though. Ne, Bradley-chan?"
"…..Wait until we're on vacation. Then we'll see if you can be cured."
Schuldich dropped his brush mid-stroke, twin pigtails whipping about as he stared at Crawford.
"Are you seriously considering around-the-clock sex?!"
Crawford grinned and took up the next journal.
"You offered, so I'm holding you to your word."
"Brad! You are such a hentai little -"
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April 20
Things are over with Ken. I see that and I think I can get past it. I'll miss him though. I just wish it could have lasted a little longer.
Actually, today I was watching t.v. and my favorite commercial came one (the one with the can of spray cheese and the cute soccer player) and it reminded me so much of Ken I just kinda lost it and…ah… Fine. I cried on the living room couch.
But… Farfarello was *nice* to me! That's what confuses me the most. He just got some juice for me and a knife for himself from the kitchen and we sat on the couch TALKING!
…Did you know he got dumped by a tiger? I didn't even know he was dating one. Oh, wait. That explains this morning's episode. Nevermind.
Anyway, he seemed kinda…I dunno. Not really sad, but not exactly nonchalant. I found myself actually trying to make him feel better instead of myself, which is a big change from the past few days. He's like a child, and it makes him seem so…. innocent to love, I guess.
Anyway, I gave him a hug before I locked him up tonight. He stared at me funny. Like he's never been hugged before! Maybe he hasn't. Do we really know anything about his past?
Maybe I'll teach him a few things about hugs. He seemed confused about what to do so he just stuck his arms out to the sides like an airplane while I hugged him around the waist. It's kinda funny actually. I thought so at least.
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Crawford looked up again while exchanging journals. Schuldich was just slipping out of his boxers, the skimpy skirt failing to conceal much of anything as he kicked the unwanted garment away. He turned to Brad and batted his eyelashes.
"Braaaadley. Are you almost done reading? I wanna plaaaaay."
Crawford's smirk was feral as his eyes traced over the sexy, Catholic schoolgirl Schuldich.
"Put these on," he tossed the panties to the redhead, who just pouted at him.
"Why bother? They're going to come off again anyway."
"I like you in them. Besides, I want to take them off myself."
"But Braaaaa -"
"….I'll use my teeth."
Schuldich flopped to the bed and quickly set about tugging on the tiny cotton panties. Crawford chuckled and began the last journal.
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Entry 6
April 20, 2001
Keiko doesn't like me. She didn't like it when I jumped down into her pen to see her today. She just growled and began to sniff one of the other tigers. I think it was her boyfriend, or husband, or lover tiger. I don't know. It sniffed her ass back though so I guess they were involved somehow.
Nagi was crying today. I found him on the couch crying over a cheese commercial. I don't know why. I like cheese. Maybe he doesn't, though.
I found some juice in the refrigerator for him and a knife for me. It was a pretty knife. Serrated. Just how I like them.
Nagi seemed sad though and he just sat there talking about that Weiss guy named Ken. It was boring. I stopped listening eventually and just thought about cheese cuz that commercial made me hungry. I should have looked for some cheese in the kitchen when I got his juice. Damn it.
But he touched me before locking me up tonight. It wasn't a bad touch. Just…. different. I don't think anybody's touched me like that in a long time. Maybe never. I can't remember it if someone has. He just grabbed my waist real quick and wouldn't let go. I thought he was searching me for weapons the way people at the airport do when you set off the metal detector so I spread my arms out.
He didn't take my knife. I'm glad. I'll need it later to hurt God.
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"Cute."
Crawford stretched and set aside the last journal before retrieving his pen and leather notebook once more.
"Brad. Sex. Now." Schuldich suddenly landed in his lap, thighs residing on either side of Crawford's legs, and the short pleated skirt covered the older man's crotch as Schuldich began to grind himself down into Brad's lap.
Crawford bounced him from his lap, rolling the other man to lay beside him as he opened his own journal for final notes.
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~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 6 * ~
Farfarello has forgotten his relationship with the tiger. Today, he found himself unused to the affection Nagi gave in a hug and that challenged him. It will be interesting to see his reaction should Nagi hug him again.
Nagi claims he is over his relationship with Ken Hidaka. Personally, I am not convinced of this, but if he can fool himself into believing it, then maybe it won't matter anyway. Should they be forced to meet in battle, old feelings may impede his offensive skills and this is the only matter which worries me.
Schuldich has rejected the idea of abandoning his smoking and drinking habits. Maybe I can bring up the issue a little later when he's more in the mood.
Myself, I can only pray to whatever higher power exists for a mission soon. Without it, my I think I can feel my sanity slipping away day by day.
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"Mmph!"
Crawford's journal slipped to the floor carelessly as the American was forcefully pulled down by his little school…uh… "girl". Schuldich growled and it was only then that Brad realized that it was Schuldich's legs about him that had managed to pull him over the redhead's slender body.
…Schuldich's wrists seemed to be firmly handcuffed to the headboard. Crawford sweatdropped.
"Schu, how the *hell* did you manage that by yourself?"
"I'm flexible. Now shut up and fuck me."
Crawford grinned and began to look around for that riding crop.
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