Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ this is the start of a beautiful friendship ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: I don't own.

 

Now that I've gotten *my* muse back I can write, or I will be able to as soon as the tub is empty.

 

Thanks to: Blythe (x2) dp, KD (x3): hmm I was thinking is it just a chair or is it an arm chair? dimonyo: stay tuned hopefully all will be explained soon.

 

Sorry, I kept my comments short simply b/c I thought I'd go into a long winded ramble which I am trying to avoid.

 

 

 

Chapter 14.

 

Schuldig grimaced, who would have thought the blonde wire wielding idiot could be this observant.

 

/He was a detective/

 

/Get out of my head/

 

Nagi grinned /now you know how it feels/

 

/Bastard/ Schuldig thought before closing the link, apparently he had become so agitated that he had unconsciously released the block between his link and the rest of Schwarz and Nagi had gotten into his head; the thought was unnerving that had always been his (Schuldig's) role.

 

On second thought maybe it was better to have others as a buffer between him and Kudoh.

 

/Nagi/

 

/No. You only call me when you want something/

 

There was no answer mentally.

 

Nagi looked up as Schuldig no longer responded to him; it wasn't Schuldig's style. Schuldig whined and complained and nagged until you noticed him; he did not give up a fight that had just barely started.

 

“Balinese.”

 

Nothing

 

“Balinese.” A little louder, a little more intense.

 

Nothing.

 

“Balinese!”

 

Yohji looked up, he had been gathering his thoughts prepared to assault the telepath verbally and mentally, until he had his answers.

 

“Crap!” Nagi cursed.

 

“Is that really the best you can do?” Yohji asked curiously.

 

“Is this really the time Balinese?” Nagi retorted, blushing a little. Darn it he was working on his swearing, but for some reason Shakespearean rants were no acceptable curses anymore and that was pretty much the extent of his knowledge. Oh of course Schuldig had a variety of curses in his arsenal, but they all sounded so crude. Crawford never swore, and living with Farfarello had made everyone just a little bit too aware of their language, any hint or reference to God could have dire consequences.

 

“Prodigy, a little help would be appreciated.”

 

Yohji was being swarmed.

 

“Hmm on the count of five dart as far to the left as you can.”

 

“Can't you hold them all at once?”

 

That just earned Yohji a glare, he was so sorry that he wasn't powerful enough to hold three people at once who were coming in three separate directions. Sheesh.

 

“Five.”

 

Yohji darted, body bending to avoid grasping hands.

 

“You were supposed to count Prodigy.”

 

Nagi smirked, served the blonde right for making fun of his talent.

 

“Hmm, I suppose I owe you thanks anyway. How about an ice cream cone?”

 

Nagi glared, did the blonde think he was five? That he needed a treat? On the other hand, this was the first time in a long time someone had actually thanked him; his team-mates didn't actually believe in manners. And it was ice-cream.

 

Nagi nodded.

 

Yohji grinned, and led the telekinetic out of the apartment completely ignoring his two team-mates and one former enemy who were being held quite firmly against the wall of the living room.

 

“This may be the start of a beautiful friendship*, kiddo.”

 

 

 

*Definitely not my line it's from Casablanca

 

I know, I know that this does not explain anything, but I'm hoping to get the next chapter up with explanations later on tonight.

 

This chapter was a bit disjointed, I hope it was at least follow-able (not a word I know, nags). For some reason I didn't feel like putting in more descriptive words, however if not follow-able lemme know and I'll fix. I didn't say when though *muhahaha* (evil laugh in case anyone didn't know).