Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Crawford No Imouto ❯ Crawford?! ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Crawford no imouto

Author: Chisha

Category: Humour/romance??? Maybe.

Warnings: Original character inserted for the fun of it. :) Also swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for Emily. Now I wish I owned a few of the others, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't. Damn.

Author's Note: This started out with a sleepover I had with two friends. I kept predicting things all evening, night and even the next morning, so then my name changed into "Crawford". If I was Crawford's sister? Maybe. Maybe not. But it did give me an idea for a story! Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Crawford?!

It was a day like any other, excepting the amount of boredom that had taken a hold of me. I had been driving around for a while, looking for something to do. So far, I hadn't succeeded at all. Sometimes Tokyo could be the most boring city on the face of the earth. Until I took a left turn and ended up on the road that went to the airport.

A girl who was making her way along the sidewalk caught my attention. Not because she looked nice - although I figured she could be considered pretty in a way - but because of the way she looked.

Her way of dressing made her appear much older than she was, and her hair was held up by a large, white clip. She wore a pair of thin-framed, round glasses, and her clothing was short, tight and all-business. She reminded me of Crawford; even her hair had the same colour, and her attitude was just as superior as Crawford's.
I entered her mind out of pure curiosity and was shocked to find that she was looking for someone: a man named Brad Crawford.

No way.

So, I pulled up next to her until I was driving at the same speed as her quick footsteps, and opened my window.

'Konnichiwa,' I began, making my voice even lower - on purpose of course, the ladies always fell for that and would tell me anything. 'What brings you to Tokyo, miss?'

'I knew it,' she muttered in English, without slowing her pace. 'I'm looking for someone, but quite frankly, that's none of your business.'

Unmistakably American.

'I know,' I replied, also speaking English this time, 'And I also know where he is.'

She stopped so suddenly that my car's brakes screeched because I had to stop too.

'You know Brad Crawford?' she inquired, her brown eyes becoming slits as they took in my features with a great deal of suspicion.

'Hai. I work with him. I'm sure he'd want to see everyone who knows his name.'

Because lately, there aren't many.

'Get in. I'll take you to him.'

She nodded curtly and got into my car without another word.
That went on the entire trip to the hotel where Schwarz was currently renting a suite with who knew how many rooms - I hadn't really bothered to count them since Farfarello was bound to be in one of them - or bound in one of them, who knew. The silence and my curiosity bugged me, so I decided to have a little peek in her mind. I was about to go in there when a pretty scary thought struck me - even though I hate to admit it. I was sure I could compete with Crawford, but I was also sure I didn't want to. Maybe I'd better practice a little patience for a change if I wanted to keep my brains intact. Crawford would kill me if I peeked in the mind of someone who was there to see him. He would say it was none of my business. Someone who wanted to see Crawford was mostly an "ally". No, I was sure I didn't want to be killed like that, so I decided to wait and see. Or maybe I could pull the information out of her in a different way…

'Say, what's your name, miss?'

She continued to stare in front of her. Even as she sat there, she looked cold and uninterested in her surroundings. 'I don't think that's any of your business.'

'Maybe not. I just want to know if your name is as pretty as you are.' Okay, so I lied a little. Anything to get the information I wanted.

'Nice try.'

Kuso. Stupid bitch. I tried to remain patient, but I usually got good results with flattery. Maybe she'd seen through my lies… even though there was no way she could have.

'Fine, then. I'll hear your pretty name some day. Can you speak Japanese?'

'Hai, I can,' she immediately answered me in rather sloppy Japanese with a bad accent. A really bad accent.

'Well, if you work on that, real Japanese can understand you too,' I grinned.

'Very funny,' she switched back to English, 'Brad Crawford will be able to understand me, be it in English, or in Japanese.'

Still, you need to lose that accent or I'll laugh my ass off, I thought to myself as I hit the claxon to piss off the already irritated man in the car in front of me. The guy was in a hurry and almost exploded when I cut him off by taking a left turn past the man, who wanted to go straight ahead.
Snickering, I checked just how angry the guy was. Angry enough to have me chuckling contentedly as I retreated from the man's mind.

'You're easy to amuse,' the girl observed. Her voice sounded very mature, while I was sure she couldn't be that old.

'I have to do something,' I muttered. 'Why are you here?'

'You can stop trying to pull information out of me, it won't work.'

I'd figured that much. I decided to just shut up and wait before she made me take a look in her mind out of pure annoyance with her attitude. If I got the chance, she'd learn how bad I could be.

'You already fell for it, though.'

'What did I fall for?' Quirking an eyebrow, she looked at me from the side. I had to admit she looked a little cuter that way.

I have to stop thinking about her like that. She's not like other women, she's a damned ice queen. And much too young. And Crawford's visitor.

'Who says I'm really taking you to the guy you're looking for?'

She smiled; it was a sly, creepy smile, 'I have reasons to believe you'd work for him. He never lets equals do his job. He eliminates those.'

I gritted his teeth, but then grinned, 'I said I work with him. Maybe I'm the boss over him.'

Apparently, this was very funny, because she started chuckling softly. Lucky for me, it subsided quickly so I couldn't get too annoyed, and both of us remained silent for the rest of the trip.

***

Opening the door with a grin, I let the girl into the suite. 'After you.'

She walked past me without looking at me even once. She dropped the purse she had with her on the closest table and crossed her arms. Either she was waiting for me to get her to Crawford, or she was waiting for Crawford to come to her. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to move without letting someone do something first.

'Well? I don't see him here,' she snorted, the annoyance almost jumping around the room. 'But you do know where he is. Show me the way.'

'Yes, Master,' I grinned to her. I suddenly felt like teasing her; the attitude was just like most people that considered themselves equal to Crawford, and I loved teasing just that kind of person.

'Just hurry the hell up.'

'Of course, Master.' Still grinning from ear to ear, I opened a door in the suite, 'Bradley! Someone's here to see you.'
Crawford glared at me from within the next room, as I closed the door again to avoid any other glares. The guy was as stiff and cold as always. Just like a dead body… Only this one talked and glared.
I plopped down onto the nearest couch and rested my feet on the table. I loved the way the Japanese still westernized the furnishing of their hotels.

The door opened, and Crawford entered, looking slightly agitated, 'Firstly, I'd rather not have you call me "Bradley", Schuldich. Secondly, you didn't have to close that door.'

'I know.' Not that it bothered me much. The more trouble for Crawford, the more fun for me.

Crawford chose to ignore me and turned to face the guest. I watched quietly; finally my patience was going to be rewarded and my curiosity satisfied.

'Sorry to keep you waiting. If he was rude in any way -' Crawford suddenly interrupted himself - a rare occasion at which I quirked an eyebrow.

'I know you,' Crawford finally said, keeping his cool.

'Yes… you do, Brad.'

I felt my other eyebrow go up as well when she called the American by his first name.

Crawfords eyes became slits as he took in all of the girl's features, then finally gazed into her eyes for a while. 'You're Emily, aren't you?'

A smile brightened up her face as she nodded, 'Yes, Brad. It's me.'

Bah. Lots of info you two give off, I thought agitated. Maybe a little peek in her mind… No. Not before I'd tried all other possibilities. I'd rather kill myself than risk Bradley's revenge.
An unexpected move from Crawford pulled me out of my musings - he walked over to the girl and embraced her. He freaking embraced her. The man without feeling, the man who probably didn't even think much, embraced a woman? What the hell was this all about? Whatever it was, it looked too ridiculous to me. I couldn't help it; I had to laugh. This didn't go well with Crawford, of course; he released her from the embrace and glared at me, his cold brown eyes piercing my own.

'What? Can't a guy have a little fun?' I tried.

'There's nothing funny about it.'

'Yes there is. I mean… you're touching someone, and it's not someone from Weiß,' I replied, 'That's reason enough for me to laugh my butt off.'

'That's enough, unless you want to live with Farfarello for a while.'

That man knew how to threaten a person. That was the worst threat I'd ever heard. Of course, I heard it all the time, but it didn't lose its power. Once he had actually made me watch Farfarello for an entire day - in his room. I didn't want to do that ever again. I could stand working with the Irishman, but that was all.

'So… May I ask what you know each other from?'

Crawford glanced at this "Emily" for a moment, before looking back at me. I caught a moment of surprise, even though it wasn't visible in his eyes. 'I'm surprised you have not taken a look in her mind yet,' he muttered.

'I didn't look in anything,' I confirmed, 'because I figured you'd want to feel superior with your knowledge before telling me anything. So can you tell me or can I go dig in her brains now?'

Crawfords glare became a little colder - I didn't think it possible - before he answered, 'This here is Emily Crawford. My sister.'

I almost got a heart attack from that one; I'm serious. Crawford had a sister? And she'd come over to Tokyo to see him? Too scary, even for me. 'Damn.'

'Emily, this is Schuldich. He's smarter than he sounds.'

'I'm glad you warned me,' she smiled.

Now she annoyed me even more. She had Crawford's sympathy - why else would he hug her? That was a problem. No one had Crawford's sympathy. I didn't know what to expect from a Crawford with sympathy. I'd have to keep a constant watch on him and that damned sister of his.

'May I ask how old you are?' I tried, careful not to offend anyone.

'Ten years younger than me, that's all you need to know,' Crawford shut me up. 'Why are you here, Emily?'

I observed her carefully as she stopped smiling.

'They got fed up with me back home, so they wanted to kick me out. I have to admit, I reacted a little… vengeful.' With those slitted eyes of hers, I came to the conclusion that this was an understatement. This girl was as evil as her brother, no doubts there.

'Can I stay here?' she suddenly asked Crawford.

He nodded without even considering things for a while. He'd probably seen it coming and already thought it over, I guessed. So the bitch was staying? I wondered where, and entered Crawford's thoughts again to see where he was going to accommodate her. This suite only had four bedrooms, and I knew he wasn't going to put her in with one of us.

Shimatta… You're going to pay for that, Bradley, I cursed in mind when I found his idea of putting me in one room with Nagi. Well, better than Farfarello, but still.

'Pack your things, Schuldich. You know what to do.'

Hell yes I did. But that didn't mean I liked it!

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Author's Note: Oh hell this is so fun to write so far. POV may change, but I guess you figured out whose this is, ne? I let you guys figure it out rather than telling you. That's more fun. Ja na!

Japanese words for the uninitiated (in order of appearance):

Konnichiwa: Good day

Kuso: Damn/darn

Hai: Yes

Shimatta: Damnit!