Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Day in the Life of Bradley's Devils ❯ Nighttime Occasional Time ( Chapter 6 )

Schwarz always disappear after a fight with Weiß, and, of course, we never follow them to find out what they do, so it's another one of those semi-universal questions, just like `What does Brad wear to spar, anyway?' I can tell you that it's not much, but that's all I'm saying. As for what Schwarz do on a typical day after a typical mission, you'll have to read below to find out.

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Bradley's Devil's - Nighttime Occasional Routine
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The door closed with a slam. Nagi yawned as she flopped into the couch, locking the door just after the last of her teammates, Farfarello, came through. Blinking, she looked at the PlayStation console than had just come to her out of habit, then sent it back to its place and stood up with another yawn.
"When's Schu going to be back tonight?" she asked.
Brad shrugged as he moved past her into his office and the computer room. "It doesn't matter. She's got the key this time, and she won't lose it, so you can go all the way to sleep."
"Yay," Nagi muttered. "How long are you staying up tonight?"
"Normal time," he said. "I'm going to do some work and then a bit of meditation, and I'll make sure that Schu gets into the right bed and leaves any visitors behind."
"And you, Farf?"
Farfarello opened her mouth, but Brad beat her to it. "Now, Farf. You're going to bed now, or you're going restrained."
"I'd be restrained in any case," she grumbled.
"Or I'll tie you to the bed and leave you there."
She sighed and nodded. "Nagi, will you do it? I dunna like Bradley much right now."
"Don't call me that."
"Then let me live ma own life."
Brad shook his head. "Not tonight."
Farfarello shook her head back at him. "Come on, Nagi. Let's get this thing done so I can refrain from chewin' our leader into bits and then spittin' him out into the bin."
"There's no bin big enough for that in this flat," Brad said, getting a bit of his humor back.
"Bits of ye' then. And don't ye be thinkin' thoughts like that, Brad. That's Schu's job, not yours."
He smiled and shrugged, head tilted to one side, then pushed his glasses back up his nose and glared at her. "Bed. Now."
"You so sound like Schu," Farfarello grumbled.
"They were worse before you joined us," Nagi said. "Come on."
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Brad sighed to himself as soon as Nagi left him alone after telling him that Farfarello was strapped in and asleep. This night's mission hadn't been much out of the ordinary - make sure that Weiß got their job done but didn't get cocky, give them a bit of training, increase their determination, and confuse them as to what exactly Schwartz was - but Schuldich had gotten pretty strange in her ideas. He supposed it was really his fault for suggesting that she do that. Ah well. Now he got to do the real work: the bookkeeping, since killing wasn't really work. That was a way of life, as Schuldich was fond of saying. Ah, but his partner was an interesting one. He shook his head at her, imagining her laughing back at him.
Schuldich…
Well, no time for that right now.
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Schuldich was late. She should have been turning the key in the lock by now. No wonder he was thinking of her, if things weren't turning out as his predictions said they would. He glanced at the clock. Hmph. At this rate, she wouldn't get any sleep at all at night, and on top of that, it was still her turn to pick Nagi up from school, so she couldn't just sleep all day.
And neither could he. He might make it till 11:00, but without Schuldich to take Nagi's place in waking him up, he'd probably find himself facing ice water at 7:00. Damn. Well, if that was the case, he'd better get to bed now.
Standing, turning off the computer, and giving the motionless front door a final look, he slowly finished his business and made his way upstairs to bed.

Schuldich sauntered into the apartment and took a quick and very unauthorized shower before pondering whether or not to get redressed. Nagi would be getting up in only a couple of hours, so maybe it would be better to wait up for her. Or maybe she should just go to bed. Her body wasn't sure which one it preferred.
"Make your decision," Brad called out to her, "and turn the light off before everyone else wakes up."
"Waiting up for me?" She sauntered out with her clothes draped over her strategically so that any peeping toms or red-haired mice would get a nosebleed without really seeing anything.
"I was," he returned, and did a fair imitation of Farfarello when she growled. "But you're late."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she said. "You said to do something unusual, right?"
"Oh no," Brad muttered. He dragged her into his room and turned off the hall light. He really didn't need Nagi yelling at him about that. "What did you do?"
"I don't remember," she said sunnily. "I set it so that I wouldn't remember until just before the next time we meet them. I think the temptation to gloat was too strong otherwise."
"Schu, that doesn't work with me," he said sternly. "What did you do?"
"Um."
"Now I know it's bad. What did you do, or do I shake you?"
"I um- Well, you know those fanfics people keep writing about us?"
"You broke the fourth wall?"
"Um-"
"Please tell me you didn't."
"No, no, I didn't. Forget I ever said that."
~~You too, oh my readers. I glare at you.~~
"Okay," he said uncertainly. "What did you never say?"
"Never mind." She waved it off. "I only snuck into the flower shop and rearranged all the plants, okay?"
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"Are you sure you're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure… Actually, I also dyed a couple of them black. The ones that have meanings to do with the mind. Where's Hild?"
"In your room, most likely. Where did that come from?"
"Dunno. I'm tired. You know."
"No, I don't."
"Well, whatever. Are you going to let me go to bed or are you inviting me to use yours?"
"How awake is Nagi?"
"She wants a glass of water, but doesn't want to turn on the lights."
"Then you're staying here unless you can traverse the hall in the pitch dark."
"No thank you," she said. "That's Farf's specialty, not mine."
"Then you stay here tonight."
"Why? Oh, the lights. Of course."
Brad crossed to the wardrobe on the other side of the bed and pulled something from it, which he tossed at Schuldich. "Here."
She blinked at the nightgown she had automatically caught. "You still have this?"
"Just in case."
"Eh, whatever." She dropped her clothes and put the nightgown on, before sliding into the side of the bed she used to occupy. "Goodnight, Brad."
"Night, Schu. It's still your turn to pick up Nagi, by the way."
"Oh, shut up," she said. "I'll make Nagi forget to wake us up if you let me sleep in an extra hour."
"Fine." He clicked out the lights. "Goodnight for real, Schu."
**Goodnight, beloved.**
**Schu…**
She laughed softly.
He imagined a donut made of cabbage, an equals sign, and Schuldich.
She whapped his chest lightly, then snuggled into it as revenge.
He sighed, and with reflex born of training, embraced her loosely.
"Goodnight."
She made no reply.

He smiled as he fell asleep.