Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Day in the Life of Bradley's Devils ❯ Competition ( Chapter 3 )

Ever wondered just what is underneath that immaculate suit Brad Crawford ever wears? After all, when he doesn't have his gun, he uses his fists, and they usually send members of Weiß, etc. sprawling. Too, Farfarello and Schuldich jump so impressively that they can probably roofhop even outside of a Ranma 1/2 or other martial arts universe. They must work out a lot. And they must have ways of relaxing afterwards...

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Bradley's Devils - Competition

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"It's been too long since we did this."

"Oh, yeah."

Brad looked down at Schuldich sprawled across him, her bare skin glistening with sweat, her hair tangled and damp, then returned his gaze to the ceiling. He was too tired to do anything more.

"You have bony hips."

"Nn."

"They're sticking into me."

"You're used to other things sticking into you."

"Yeah, but that isn't anywhere as near uncomfortable."

"So move."

"I can't. Your arm is on top of me."

Brad tried to move his arm for a moment before giving up and letting it lie where it was. Her waist made a comfortable holder.

They were silent.

"You tore my shirt," Schuldich complained after a while.

"Nn."

Silence again.

Several minutes later, Schuldich gathered the strength to push off his arm and sit up, drawing her knees up and pulling her stomach off of his hips. She pulled a hair band off of her wrist and tied her hair up messily, then straightened her sports bra. After a brief consideration, she let herself collapse to the side, then disentangled her legs completely and sat up again.

Brad didn't move.

"Want some help?"

"Yeah."

She jerked him upright, caught herself, and they helped each other up. Then she slipped on the edge of the mat and they fell down again, this time with him on top of her. The floor protested the rough treatment with a dull thud.

"You guys alright up there?" Nagi called up to them.

**We'll be fine in a bit,** Schuldich told her. **Where's Farf?**

**Watching the blender. No, now she looks interested in upstairs.**

**Distract her a bit, would you? We've got a complication to sort out.**

Agreement filtered up to her and she broke the connection.

Brad was chuckling.

She kissed him lightly.

He stopped and glared at her.

"Up," she said. "You're heavy."

"And you're not?"

"You're heavy and you have bony hips." Her hand, trapped between them, poked his stomach.

He rolled off her. "Go ahead and get out of here. Farf's on her way… right?"

"Close enough."

"I'm just going to stay here, but you shouldn't be near here like that for her to see."

"Yeah, yeah." Schuldich rolled as well, pushed herself to her feet, and then straightened carefully, snagging her torn tank top as she went.

"Let me know if there's trouble," he said. "I'll try and stop her if there is."

"Why don't you check and see if there will?"

"I don't think there will, but my head hurts."

"Right. Seeya." She opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it behind her.

And came face to face with a suspicious Farfarello.

**Nagi~~**

**Sorry!**

"What were you doing in there?"

Here goes. "Speed training."

"Speed training?"

"He tries to catch me and I try to not let him. That way we're constantly pushing ourselves to be faster. Also endurance training."

"Endurance training."

"We hit each other a lot."

"Right."

Schuldich looked at Farfarello's disbelieving face, then prodded her mind and gave a sigh of relief. The white-haired girl was mostly teasing her.

"Ask Brad if you don't believe me. You know he doesn't lie to us."

"Oh, I believe you," Farfarello said, suddenly smiling in one of her quickfire mood changes. "You aren't stinky in the right way."

"Ah… Right. Excuse me while I go take a shower."

Schuldich started to walk past, but stopped when she heard, "Schu?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think he'd train with me?"

She wanted to say, 'No. You're about as fast as he is, and since you won't feel pain, any training would be one-sided,' but instead she said, "I don't know. Ask." And she flitted away.

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"Brad."

"Nn?"

"Spar with me."

"No."

Farfarello pouted. "Come on, spar with me."

"No."

"Why no~~~t?"

"Because I've already done so with Schuldich."

Farfarello clenched her fists and started muttering. "Again she takes my chance to see him not wearing much. How dare she?" With a roar, Farfarello
charged downstairs in search of her friend-turned-nemesis. "Schuldich! Prepare to die!" she yelled, before running headfirst into the solid oak door and knocking herself unconscious.

In the other room, Schuldich shook her head. "She's been watching too much anime," she sighed.