Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Priceless Artifact ❯ Open locked Doors ( Chapter 3 )

Schu walked threw the main door of the business, turning around to shut the door only to face forward again only to get impaled by Brad's iron fist, knocking him back into the door. Blood shooting up from his lip and falling to the floor in streams and droplets.

"Care to EXPLAIN Schuldich!?" Brad sneered, rubbing his hand lightly trying to shake off the sting.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU'RE PROBLEM!" Schuldich shot back, glaring harshly at the American. But Brad just garbed him forcefully by his jacket lifting him up and slamming him to the wall.

"Care to explain WHY you fucking SHOT a member of Weiss dead?!" Brad slammed him against the wall again. "HU?!" But Schu just glared down threw Brad's glasses frames.

"I don't know WHAT the hell you're talking about." Schu said, almost too calmly. And Brad just slammed him again. "SHIT! SHOULDN'T YOU BE GLAD IF I DID IF I SHOT ONE OF THOSE DAMN CATS?!" Schuldich bit back at the dark haired man that was holding him with a death grip.

"You're such an ass, Schuldich." Brad's voice shallow and dull. "You shot a man because you didn't get what you wanted! Because your replacement for ME was already taken!"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME DO, BRAD?! MOPE AROUND WHILE YOU GALAVANT AROUND WITH YOUR FUCK BUDDY?!" Schuldich knew he shouldn't have said that, and Brad made him regret it almost instantly.

"DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!" Brad began to pummel the German, beating him with his raw fists and blind rage. Schuldich fought back, hitting the American twice as much and twice as hard, finally they both broke away from the other giving them a few feet of space.

"I'm not just going to lay around and dream about what once was with you Brad! You've got something great apparently, something better than ME. SO STOPE BEING JELOUS LIKE A TEN YEAR OLD!" Schu wasn't going to loose this fight, he would never hear the end of it from Brad if he didn't.

"Quit kidding yourself you reluctant ass wipe! You don't-" Brad didn't need to finish his words, for Schuldich caught his thought before the words left his mouth.

"I LOVE HER!" Schuldich screamed at the top of his lungs, denying anything Brad tried to put in his mind. Even though, he himself didn't know if he meant it. And he could see the pain etching itself over Brad's dark, murky eyes. The feeling of rejection and being replaced consuming him. And Schuldich could tell, Brad had been stabbed where it would effect even him the most, the heart. "I do...Bradley...I love her...and if YOU can move on, SO CAN I!" Schuldich proclaimed fearlessly to his ex, who stood almost dazed in front of him.

"I'll show you moving on!" Brad rolled his sleeves up hastily, slamming his fist into Schu's stomach. "YOU DON'T LOVE HER! I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES! YOUR MISERBLE BLUE EYES! I'M THE ONLY PERSON YOU COULD REALLY LOVE, SCHULDICH! ADMIT IT!" Brad continued to beat the living hell out of the German, releasing every emotion he had on his human flesh that he once so tenderly caressed and cared for. But to his surprise, Schuldich fought him. Slamming Bradley's stomach right into his knee, blood and saliva flinging from his mouth and landing on the floor.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU LOW LIFE AMERICAN!" Schuldich slammed the elder man into the nearest wall, holding him there while he prepped his fist, pulled back and let loose. Slamming right into Brad's eye, shattering the right frame on his glasses. Schu cringed, slowly withdrawing his now bloody fist that was filled with tiny glass pieces. /Smart Schu...real smart.../ he thought to himself as he examined his aching hand.

"You cocky German!!" Brad gripped onto Schu's throat, attempting to cut off his air and choke him to death. But his plans where ended, as an invisible force pried the two men away from each other, and held them apart at the a safe distance. They both looked around for the source of this trickery, only to land on the only one capable of such an act, Nagi.

"YOU INGNORANT LITTLE BOY! LET ME GO NOW!" Brad screamed at the black haired boy who just smirked up at the American and shook his head side to side, slowly tossing about his long loft black locks.

"DAMN YOU! YOU LITTLE RUGRAT! LET GO OF ME!" Schu demanded to be released but Nagi just held onto them tighter, getting highly tempted to seal their mouths while he was at it.

"Looks like the two "Men" of the family got in a little "cultural" dispute. Wouldn't you say so, Nagi?" Farfie spoke from the shadows, flicking open a knife that caught the glint of the mid-day sun.

"Whatever..." Nagi spoke solemnly "As long as they shut up and stop beating the sit out of each other, I don't really care." Nagi shrugged off the white haired mans comment, still keeping a tight grip on the two men with two very different nationalities.

"YOU CAN'T HOLD ME FOREVER!" Schu proclaimed, slightly pouting in his own way glaring down at Telekinetic.

"No, probably not. But it'll be fun to try. That or I could just let Farfie loose on you while you're completely defenseless." Nagi smirked devilishly up at the two men who just pounded him with dirty glares, seeing as how they could do nothing else.

"...I'll give you a cookie..." Schuldich trying to tempt the youngest member of Schwartz whom only dropped and rolled his eyes at the German.

"What do you take me for, Schuldich?" Nagi snubbed, glaring at the German whom eyed Brad. Who had gone into a fetal position of redirecting his eyes away from the red head in a pathetic attempt to give him the cold shoulder. And Schuldich wanted to him mentally squirm.

"An adolescent teen...and someone who I've been dyeing to fuck." Schu let his trademark grin twist over his lips, eyeing Bradly with an evil shine in his eyes as he saw Brad's one good eye tweak. Though unlike Schuldich and more like Crawford, Nagi didn't appreciate the comment from the telepath.

"Oooohhhh Farfie..." Nagi beckoned far too much pleasure and wicked joy resonating in his voice with Schuldich and Brad paling to a ghostly white.

"You wouldn't..." Schuldich's glinting blue eyes wild with fear and mercy catching the Irishman's white hair out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh I would and I am. IF you two don't become sane...or at least back to your normal selves if and when I let you go." Nagi grinned innocently up at the two men, who wanted nothing more than to actually team up and crush the teenage boy who had them far more than just disadvantaged.

"Would...us being normal include beating the shit out of you when you let us go?" Schuldich stupidly yet ironically asked and Brad was positive if he could smack his forehead at that exact moment, he would.

"Wow...you know Schuldich I used to just think that you were incredibly stupid and vapid and that there really wasn't anything underneath ALL that hair, except lots of air and FAR to much vacant space. Now...I don't have to think...I know." Nagi smirked up at the German who was fuming, his eyes a blaze with rage and anger, ready to throttle the telekinetic any moment. And Brad just laughed, being highly amused by the entire situation, except being held captive by Nagi.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Schu growled, wanting to move but finding his body disobeying.

"Watch it Schu, don't make me get the golf club." Nagi flashed a quick smile, winking at the German who was just waiting for the distinct advantage he would have to get Nagi back for all of this later.

"mmmm...Golf club hurt gooooood..." Farfie licked up his blood of the blade of his knife, standing now in more daylight than shadow. Nagi just looked at him and blinked, yards of rope Farfie had dug up somewhere God only knew hanging around his neck and shoulders catching his attention, ideas running threw his mind.

"Ok guys..." Nagi let his free hand slide behind his back, still holding the American and German in his grasps. His other hand working the rope that hung around Farfie's neck, the insane one to content on seeing how much of his own blood he could waste to notice. "I'll let you go..." His eyes never left the two men, getting a little more excited as he found the rope had been cut into long multiple pieces thanks to Farfie. Carefully and diligently he tied a piece of rope around Schu's legs, then another around Brads. Neither one of then noticing the transition in Nagi's acts. "On one condition...' Nagi moved Brad's hands behind his back, doing the same with Schu.

"And what's that?" Schu questioned, seeming rather cocky, ready for a chance to pay the telekinetic back, unaware his wrists were carefully being bound together.

Nagi grinned superficially "You'll have to catch me..." With that he tied the final knot in Brad's and Schu's wrist binds and ran, dropping them from his grasp and darting down the halls as fast his legs could carry him. Brad and Schuldich hitting the hard tile floor on the their stomach, realizing for the first time that they were successfully cheated, outsmarted and bound.

"NAGI!!!" Schuldich yelled from the ground, his eyes a blazing inferno of rage. "I'LL GET YOU!!" With his words Schu began to inch along the ground, his body scrunching and flattening like that of a caterpillar along the tile floor, in a humorous and pathetic attempt to chase after the black haired bishounen.

"WHAT are you doing...?" Brad asked to the German who has skillfully making an ass of himself.

"What does it LOOK like I'm doing! I'm going after the little basterd!" Schu still inching along on the ground. Looking up for an instant at the Pre-Cog who had somehow gotten out of his restraints. "How did you-"

"I had a vision of this happening therefor I came prepared." Brad slid out a knife from his shirtsleeve, smirking down at the red head that just glared at his ex counterpart.

"...I hate you..." Schuldich whined and growled at the same time. "So I take it you're just going to LEAVE me here?"

Brad looked down, trying to feel mercy for his ex, but it wasn't coming. "Yes, besides...you seem to making...rather good head way with catching up Nagi." Brad grinned, walking away to leave Schu plastered to the floor.

"DAMN YOU CRAWFORD!" Schu bellowed from the ground, logic slowly sinking in. /wait a minute...I'm an assassin...I should be able to get out of ropes easily enough! / Schu struggled and wiggled the ropes that were tied better than he expected. /Damn skilled little fucker.../ Schu grumbled till he felt the knot snap, ripping his hands out from behind his back. "Yosh!" Once his hands were free he went strait for his feet, ripping the rope off with his bare hands and jumping up to take off in a dead sprint. /Nagi, you better not have stopped running, or hope that I can't find your ass!/

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Yohji continued to stalk Neese, waiting the opportune moment to approach her. Finally she stopped in a park, resting on a bench staring down in-between her legs.

/Yosh!/ Yohji proclaimed to himself, slowly moving in only to quickly slide in the bench taking a seat beside the young woman. "Wow! How IRONIC you and I would end up at the SAME park!" Yohji wanted to smack him self, what had happened to his incredible wit, his charm, his "sexy" attitude. Had this woman stolen it? YES! And he wanted it back!

"I knew you were following me..." Neese's voice dull and Yohji gawked at her for an instant but his seductive senses began to tingle and he slid an arm behind her resting it on the back of the bench.

"So uh..." He coughed, trying to act casual. "Do you want to talk about what happened in the flower shop?" Her first response to his question was her riseing off the bench to stand, hanging her head lightly shoving her small hands in her denim pockets.

"Not really." She voice was lifeless and un welcoming.

"I really think it would help, after all is that how you would treat a guy who managed to follow you all this way?" She spun around to look at him and he let a wink slip from his grasps as her amber eyes glanced over him. But to his surprise she relaxed enough to be confterbale and let a smile drift over her face, running her hands to her hips to rest there raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"What? This isn't some kind of trick to get me into bed with you?" She folded her arms across her chest. Yohji just smiled at her and shrugging.

"Hey, what ever makes you hot." He let a mischievous smile curl over his lips and she just rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head at his lecherous comment.