Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To Catch a Thief ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

To Catch a Thief

By Llewlyn

Summary: Schuldich is a master thief in the city of Schwarz, the Capitol of the great nation, Estet. Brad Crawford is a minor, but very wealthy, nobleman whose wife died three years prior. Schuldich, Aya, Yohji, Ken, and Omi are members of a crime ring run by a mysterious man named Persia. Schuldich gets an assignment to burgle a nobleman's house...

Rating: R, I guess, for upcoming lemons and limes and crude language inappropriate for kiddies.

A/N: Damn my muses... *attacks Yohji and Schu with a broom stick in one hand and a golf club in the other* My ideas always come at two in the morning. Also, the street rats have atrocious grammar, which annoys me to write, but I gotta cause they... *points at innocently grinning muses of lust and love* are making me!

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Schuldich groaned as he came to, his head pounding. "Nng... Yotan?" he muttered, feeling a cool cloth being set on his forehead. "Issat you?" He opened his eyes slightly, squinting at the light that shone painfully above him. Instead of Yohji's smiling, golden face, he was greeted with the solemn, pale visage of a boy that looked to be nine years old. "My name is Nagi. You're at Baronet Crawford's home, I am his valet. That," the child said, indicating the white haired man beside him, "is Farfarello, the baronet's bodyguard. And you are his slave." Schuldich growled and tried to reach up and wrap his hand around Nagi's throat. He couldn't... his hands had been tied to the bed. "Untie me, rich little milksop! I gonna kill you, I ain't a slave!"

"I will not untie you, you vulgar street rat," Nagi said coolly, making the man beside him laugh harshly. "Untie him, Nagi, I want to see if he can fight as well as he talks," the man Nagi had called Farfarello said, toying with a needle-like dagger. Nagi sighed longsufferingly.

"No, Farf, you can't fight him until Master Crawford says you can, and he has already said you cannot!" Schuldich snickered. "Ah, the ugly one's pussywhipped by a babe!"

"I must request that you refrain from being so coarse in my house," Crawford said from the doorway. "Now that you've rejoined the land of the living, you are going to bathe before you get lice in my sheets. Farfarello, bring him." The tall man turned on his heel and left the room as abruptly as he'd entered it, completely ignoring Schuldich's indignant yell that he most certainly did not have lice, or fleas for that matter, and that Crawford could shove his unsullied white sheets up his ass, provided there was enough room in there with the stick. Farfarello grinned wickedly and untied one of Schuldich's hands, holding his wrist tightly so as to prevent any violence. He deftly tied the redhead's hands together, freed him from the bed, and tossed him, screaming and cursing, over his shoulder, carrying him to the bathing room. Schuldich suggested, in no uncertain terms, that Farfarello should immediately engage in several anatomically impossible activities with Crawford, Nagi, and a host of sheep, mules, and officers of the law on, in, and under Crawford's bed, assuming of course that they pulled the stick (and the sheets) out of Crawford's ass first. (1) Schuldich was then dumped unceremoniously and fully dressed into a tub full of icy water.

Needless to say, Schuldich was not happy.

Spluttering undignifiedly, Schuldich glared at the laughing bodyguard and snickering valet. He wiped at his eyes with his bound hands. The soot that remained in his hair was quickly running into his eyes, making them sting something awful. Nagi couldn't restrain a childish giggle as he dumped a pailful of hot water over Schuldich's head, plastering his already wet hair to his face. Schuldich screamed, thrashing in the tub as he tried to free his hands and wrap them around Nagi's throat. "I gonna kill you all, soon as I get me hands free, I gonna tear your throats out!"

Downstairs, Crawford answered the door to a concerned servant from the family next door. "Is everything alright, sir?" the obsequious young man asked. "We heard screams and were worried that something was happening."

Crawford laughed lightly, a society laugh. "Oh, it's nothing. I've acquired a new slave to replace Birman. He's completely wild, but I've decided that I want a challenge. I'm going to tame him. Tell Sir Masafumi that I appreciate his concern." Crawford shut the door in the man's face and headed back upstairs to see how Schuldich's bath was going, a serene smile on his face. He arrived in time to see a very wet, very pissed Schuldich in the process of pulling Nagi into the tub with him by way of his arms looped around the boy's neck and Farfarello, drenched, laughing hysterically at the child's plight.

1- Even with my dirty mind, I'm not that good a curser, so I'm sure that someone as talented and street smart as Schuldich could figure out how to make this all work. For my part, I'll just sit back and pretend to follow what he's saying.