Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Day in the Life of Bradley's Devils ❯ Day Routine ( Chapter 2 )

The natures of precognition and telepathy are not opposites, but neither do they overlap. Precognitions (before knowing) has to do with the future. Telepathy (far feeling) has to do with the present and occasionally some link to the past. As a result, preconitives have difficulty communicating mentally with telepaths. It takes great skill and focus, and it is only because both Brad and Schuldich have had extensive training and are long-time partners that he can hear her or make himself clear.

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Bradley's Devils - Day Routine

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Ahhh. Schuldich sighed in bliss. There were no missions, no calls from their employer, no reason to leave the house or wear anything other than her somewhat undersized towel, her hair tied up loosely and her feet bare and light on wood, tile, and carpet alike. Said feet stretched and pointed and curled before she pulled her knees to her chest, lying on her side on the fuzzy shag carpet in from of the TV. This was the life.

"I'm seeing things I don't want to see."

"They're not doing anything to you," Schuldich said, but she pushed herself to a sitting position, then had to stand to fix the towel.

Farfarello made a face at her.

"It's why you love me," Schuldich said in cheerful response to the unspoken complaint.

"Whatever."

"Have you seen Nagi?"

"She's at school."

"I see," Schuldich said, and 'went' to go find Brad. **Dearest...**

**It's your turn,** Brad returned, pausing his 'job' to send with the precision and strength he could manage. **And get out of that towel!** Had they been talking physically, she would have dropped an innuendo, but instead, she sent him a pout and broke the connection.

Reluctantly letting her hair down, Schuldich tossed Farfarello her towel, pausing to look in surprise at a little reddish-brown mouse that suddenly got a nosebleed.° She didn't want to think about it, so she merely passed on, leaving the mouse to Farfarello's tender ministrations. Then she sat cross-legged on her bed and slipped into a trance until t was time to get dressed. A couple hours and a pseudo sex change-later, Schuldich sauntered out of the apartment and into the car to pick up Nagi from school.

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Farfarello looked up from where she was playing with Hild the cat as the door opened. Nagi came in and fled up the stairs, using her telekinesis to move herself rather than bothering with the actual climb. Schuldich came in a moment later and took of her jacket and hung it up on the rack near the door.

"Did a girl hit on Nagi again?"

"Uh huh." She tossed the keys in her hand up, caught them, and then hung them over the hook on the other side of the door.

"You took Brad's car?"

"He wasn't using it."

"He'll be pissed."

"He was using mine, so he has no reason to complain."

Farfarello shrugged and turned back to the cat. She had to extricate the piece of string from Hild's grasp before she could make it dance and wriggle again.

Schulcich stooped and covered his eyes a moment, then stroked back over his ears and down his back before picking him up and settling him over one shoulder. "How's our favorite lord of Hell today?" she cooed.

Hild licked her ear.

Schuldich grimaced and turned her face slightly so that he got her cheek instead. "Brad's home?"

"Yeah. Didn't say why. He's in his office."

"Mmn. Come on, Hild. Let's go bother Braddi-kins, shall we?" She stepped around Farfarello and descended the three steps that lead to the family room, and beyond that, the room Brad had taken as his office. "Oh, Farf? They're starting Xena back at episode one in about five minutes."

"Eee!"

The door was closed, but not locked. Schuldich brushed it open with one hand as she used the other to steady Hild, who was trying to not fall off by using his claws. Still supporting the cat, she moved to where Brad sat with his back to her, facing the computer, and leaned over him. "How was your day?"

"Normal."

"Why'd you come home early?"

"I got a vision and couldn't reach you."

"So you get off 'work' early and then practially lock yourself away? How is that supposed to help?"

"Well, I -- hey!" Brad suddenly found himself with a lapful of Hild. He did not like Hild. Hild did not like him. Hild decided that his lap was too small and dug his claws in to keep from falling. Brad winced. Hild hissed.

Schuldich laughed.

"Schu, you are not helping! Stop laughing and --" he cut off to wince again, and yelled out to the next room, "Farf! Get this damn cat off of me!"

"Xena's on," Schuldich said.

"Bloody Hell," Brad said, and pitched his voice even louder. "Nagi!"

"Yes?"

**It's Hild,** Schuldich told her.

Nagi came downstairs in a sun dress, whapped Schuldich lightly on the head for laughing, and gently pried the cat off of her brother in heart. "Hild, calm down! Calm down! Come on, you hell cat. Shh, sh sh shhh..." She picked him up and cradled him.

"Mrrrrow," Hild said, mollified.

"Mrrow to you too," Nagi said. "Come on, let's go upstairs where you can't hurt Brad-niisan, okay?" Hild licked her nose. She giggled. "I guess you like that, huh? Let's go." She left just about the time that Schuldich managed to stop grinning.

Once she was out of the door, Brad dusted the dark grey hairs off of his pale green suit and frowned. "Someday," he informed Schuldich, "I am going to get a dog and teach it to eat cats."

"The dog will die before Hild will."

"Then I'll give him to the Weiß as a present and target practice."

"You won't."

"I will."

"You will not." She gave him a mild headache, and left.