Hey lovely readers! First thank you for the lot of you that added me to your fave authors section, I'm so honoured you like my writing so much! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Also warning this chapter has swearing in it. I am not actually sure if the swearing is right either, my English teacher has not taught me any obscenities, so I had to ask my English friend, I hope they are right! And no normally I would never swear, but it seemed to enhance the scene and fit the characters, I am sorry if it offends.

NOTES: The boys from scharwz communicate can via telepathy,(no I did not make that up it is in the series :P) and I do not own either anime.

~Thinking~

"Speaking"

Sins of the Mind

Chapter Three

The inevitable evening was arriving, heralded by warming light turning to chilling dark, causing the once innocent looking shadows to stretch and contort into something that looked far more sinister and terrifying.

~A precursor to tonight's main event~

A light smile flittered across the thinking man's lips, as he made his way against the flow of office workers who where rushing against each other to make their way home to forget the stressful days work, full of unrealised desires and mounting frustrations. He breathed out the chill dusk air from his lungs, watching as his expelled breath caused a translucent white fog to materialise . He loved this time of day,dusk, full of rushing angry people, their facades of love and friendship slipping away to reveal their true colours.

~ The true depravity of humanity~

The man opened the funnels of his mind, letting the peoples thoughts wash over him in a tingling wave.

~ Stupid fucking ass-hole, cant he at least do this for me! I didn't even want the fucking kids in the first place! Ungrateful ass~

Resentment

~ I cant believe they threw me out! My own parents! Its not my fault I'm gay! Close minded bigots!~

Betrayal

~ God I need my hit, I swear this will be my last, never again! Jesus I need money for it, I'll just sleep with that guy for a few bucks , never again this is the last time I swear~

Desperation

Schuldig moaned softly in pleasure as the dark thoughts of the rushing crowds encroached delightfully upon his mind, their sadness, anger and despair tasting like a golden elixir of the sweetest honey.

The German masterminds enjoyment was interrupted as he felt his mental link open, as his fellow Scharwz member and unofficial leader began to "speak"

~ Schuldig, are those explosives in place? I need the explosion to be big enough to draw a reasonably high body count, to draw those Weiß vermin out ~

~Hai, Crawford. I've taken care of it all, I know, read the rats minds, then once we have their base we can dispose of them in our own time.~

A wicked smile smile lit the Germans face as the mental link went dead. The idea of having those pretty boys available to taunt whenever he wanted, was so delicious and irresistible. Every one of their minds was littered with so much guilt to play with, to twist, to torment. He could hardly wait.

By now the streets had mostly cleared save for a few stragglers. In the dispersed masses place the creatures of the night had started to emerge from hiding, junkies, hookers, and thugs. The false mask had dropped, THIS was societies real and very ugly face.

Schuldig could feel their hungry eyes on him all eager. He knew exactly what they where thinking. He could be their meal ticket, for a brief moment they could forget and bask in the glow of a successful conquest either by voilence or sex, before the harsh and sore reality of their existences returned, They where nothing, they would always be nothing.

Another pair of eyes joined the cities scum in it's examination of the stylish looking German. Though they spoke more of harmless curiosity than of desperate greed. Schuldig eyed off his new observer, Eyes travelling along the lengths of her slender tapering legs, blossoming hips to the small small of her waist taking in the firm swell of her large breasts, as his increasingly lustful gaze reached her face, he noted her fine boned femininity of and the unusual colour of her eyes that where now staring directly into his.

~Green, how unusual reminds me almost of a Neko. Well maybe this little Neko-chan would like to play, I have some free time after all"

Schuldig opened his mind again, preparing to insert himself gleefully into the luscious looking youths mind, ready to plunder and twist her pretty little thoughts to the point of near insanity. What met his minds inquiring hands shocked him, he could not get in! All that greeted him was a static fuzz, and the faintest tingle of embarrassment, that matched the pink spreading patches on the girls cheeks.

~ Her emotions? Fuck this has never happened before. I cant read her!~

Schuldig's shroud of shock was permeated by the familiar buzz of his telepathic link opening.

~Schuldig, you had better be in place, the fireworks are about to start~

~Hai, Crawford, your the boss! I have also made a new discovery you may be interested in.~

~ I do not care what is! Just get in place!~

Again the link went silent

~That man really needs to relax~

The German gave one last inquisitive look to the brunette who was now taking deep breaths and examining the ground, before he sidestepped into a back alley to make his way to his impatient American team-mate .

The car's interior exuded the deep rich scent of Italian leather and expensive cologne, the exterior a saucy red that reeked of style and speed, gaining admiring and envious glances from passers by. Crawford breathed in the heady scent of his precious car, head reclining against the firm headrest in contentment. The Americans enjoyment was interrupted by the passenger door opening and the sound of his German team-mates body depositing itself noisily into the plush leather seat.

" This should be quite the show hey Crawford? hope you brought the popcorn"

The new passenger chuckled in grim anticipation of what was about to unfold. Crawford could not stop from gritting his even white teeth in sheer annoyance at Schuldig's attitude. He liked his comrade, he was good at his job, that could not be contested, but the German could be a cocky ass-hole sometimes and seemed to think everything was a game, including missions, which to Crawford, was never something to draw amusement from. Crawford s annoyance was even further enhanced at the sound of a lighter spluttering then hissing into flame and the pungent aroma of tobacco filling the Americans beloved car. Crawford's smooth and practised hand shot out, snatching the lit cigarette hanging from his comrades lips, before he could so much as inhale a breath of the stinking smoke.

" NOT, in my car Schuldig, if I wanted this place to smell cheap, I would hire a streetwalker to sit in the back"

"Probably a good idea, your always so fucking uptight a lay might be a good idea"

Crawford looked over his glasses at the German, his deep brown eyes narrowing into dangerous looking slits. The German man returned his gaze coolly, casually tilting his to the side in a defiant gesture. Whatever argument was brewing between the two men ended, as the trumpet of shattering glass sounded, followed by the shrieking wail of sirens. The German man recognised his cue and exited his comrades expensive looking vehicle.

The crowd was humming with confusion and curiosity as they observed destroyed café, every person attempting to inch just a bit closer to the grim scene. Camera phones where whipped out of handbags and pockets, snapping photo after photo of the bloody explosion, every person eager to have evidence to their bragging rights for friends and family the following day, They deliberately ignored looking at the survivors whose shocked pale faces and tear stained cheeks might evoke feelings of sympathy and chagrin at their actions.

~One of my best works no doubt, and ahhhh, here comes the Weiß rats, right on time~

The German mentally targeted the closest Weiß boy, the tanned athletic looking one, entering his mind and examining the information his team needed.

~A fucking flower shop? They hide out in a flower shop! What's next Scharwz in a bakery?"

Schuldig's brow furrowed, apricot coloured brows knitting together, as he watched the target of his mental intrusion run directly into the decimated ruin of the café's front window still littered with shards of glass only to emerge a moment later, a leggy girl in his arms, who was covered in a revolting coat of vomit and smatterings of blood, a severely broken and cut up hand hanging uselessly from the her side.

~The girl from before! She knows the Weiß boys? and they care for her?~

Schuldig switched his attention away from the member of Weiß, who was looking at the girl in his arms with a highly concerned and worried face, and once again tried to enter the mind of the woman, whose empty eyes where dully skimming along the gathering crowds with numb disinterest. The German met with the same static fuzz as earlier, reminding the German of an old out of tune television that refused to pick up any decipherable reception.

~My my, Neko-chan I never knew you had connections,you are starting to get QUITE interesting.~

Let me all know what you thought!

Japanese Translations

Hai= yes

Neko= Kitten

Ok I officially do not know how to swear. Also I am being super naughty writing this as I am supposed to be doing my homework hahaha, what my parents don't know will not harm them right? Besides I am only taking like an hour or two away from study to write this so.....it isn't THAT bad.

Also, I just thought it would be a little more interesting if Schuldich could not read the Senshi mind completely just get a faint hint of emotion, I mean they are reincarnated princesses/warriors after all, I am just assuming they have some sort of mental defence, otherwise, some monster of the week they faced would have exploited it by now, right? And yes I am having Schuldich call Mako neko and maybe pet later on, he doesn't strike me as a guy who actually relates to people as humans but rather possessions, but that is probably me being weird!

Love Regina