Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ A Dish Best Served Cold ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

Crawford was suspicious as hell. It had been two weeks since the incident with Schuldig and the ties but to this point nothing of further interest had happened between them. The only thing that could have been construed as mildly interesting was the return of twenty two of his ties; cleaned, neatly pressed and delivered to him via the dry cleaners two days after the incident. Aside from that, it was business as usual for Schwarz. They had killed a few people, Farf had taken his aggressions out on the “Pop the Pope” punching bag Nagi had bought for him and Schuldig had gone out to the clubs after their missions. He had come home in the morning smelling of perfume, alcohol and definitely sin.

 

He sat at his desk pondering the events that were non-events of the past two weeks. Schuldig had been perfectly normal, for Schuldig anyway. He had flirted, roamed the condo naked (causing Nagi to gag and run for cover), rubbed against him at any and every given opportunity but nothing had been taken further than that.

 

He had spent the better part of the last two days mulling it all over in his head, looking for something that might give him a clue to what Schuldig was planning for a revenge. Because there had to be a revenge plot at least halfway hatched in the redhead's brain.

 

He was startled out of his reverie by a knock at the office door.

 

“Come,” Crawford said, pretending to be busy with one of the many ledgers spread out over the desk.

 

Nagi pushed the door open and brought him a cup of coffee. Crawford looked at the boy curiously.

 

Nagi frowned. “If you're going to work this late, you should at least have coffee,” he said, setting the cup in front of Crawford.

 

“Thank you, Nagi,” he said distractedly, not looking up from the books.

 

After a minute Crawford realized that Nagi hadn't gone away. Upon making eye contact, the boy looked from his face to the steaming mug of coffee in front of him. Crawford sighed before dutifully picking up the mug and taking a swallow. Nagi nodded in apparent satisfaction before heading out the door.

 

Crawford drank his coffee and further contemplated any moves that might be made by Schuldig in their odd little cat and mouse game.

 

After half an hour he started to feel very strange. The world started to go fuzzy and soft around the edges of his vision. He took his glasses off and tried to focus on something that was stationary as the room seemed to careen and tilt around him. He tried to shake it off but the feeling got progressively worse. As his sight began to fade his had an impression of color, deep green and vibrant orange. Then fancied he heard laugher in his dazed mind along with the words, “Gods, I love this stuff!”

 

 

Crawford woke in a situation he wasn't at all certain he could circumvent. He found himself tied to his own desk. Or at least he had to presume he was tied. His arms were above his head and he couldn't move them very far, nor could he move his legs. There was also the slight trouble of being completely naked. He was sure of that because he could feel the smooth mahogany desk on his back.

 

“Well, I see Sleeping Beauty finally awakens.”

 

“Schuldig! What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

 

Schuldig's face suddenly appeared above his own. “Why, I thought that was obvious, Herr Crawford,” he said. “I'm returning the rest of your ties.”