Crazy Times

"..." normal conversation
//...// flashbacks
~...~ inner thoughts/conversation

"Finally! I thought I'd NEVER finish..."

Crawford signed heavily and slumped forward in his chair. His desk was cluttered with
stacks of papers, reports and floppies. Removing his glasses, the American rested his
arms behind his neck and stretched languidly.

"I can't remember the last time I had a vacation...Damn that Takatori, working me so
hard. And the others! Lazy bastards..."

~Oh, so nice that the Leader thinks of his teammates in such high standards...~

Crawford automatically stiffened as Schuldig's nasal tenor echoed in his mind. He spun
around in his swivel chair as the door creaked open, and spotted the German leaning
against the doorframe, one arm streched high above his head. Schuldig flashed a mock
grin as he nodded towards Crawford, fiery locks falling into his eyes. The leader of
Schwartz merely gave a huff of disdain as he turned back to his desk. 

"Unless you've got a report to make, leave me alone, Schuldig. I'm busy."

"Was this before or after you were whining about being overworked?" The German
playfully inquired. Crawford didn't answer as he idly shuffled through the stacks of
papers on his desk, nearly knocking over a stack when Schuldig's nimble fingers began to
massage the stiff muscles in his back.

"My my...you muscles are much too stiff, Mr. Leader..." Schuldig leaned into the crook of
Crawford's neck and chuckled slightly as the American struggled not to melt at the
German's touch.

"We could take a vacation. Just the two of us. I'd make you feel sooooo good..." 

The red-head's hands traveled further down on the last sentence.

"S--Schuldig..." Crawford bit his lip to stifle a moan.

"Was that a 'YES'?" The German was massaging his lower back now, leaving a trail of
hot kisses on Crawford's neck. To the red-head's surprise, the Schwartz leader stood up
and turned around, his cold chocolate-amber gaze boring into Schuldig's jade green one. 

"I'm tired of your twisted games! Don't you have anything better to do than annoy me?" 
Schuldig absently ran a hand through his hair and smiled.

"I think I was doing a whole LOT more than just annoying you, Bradley..." 

"Damnit, Schuldig, I'm SERIOUS!! And DON'T call me that!"

"I was just looking for something to do..."

"And you wonder why I'm always lecturing y--"

Crawford was abruptly cut off as the German grabbed the base of his chin and pulled him
close for a long, passionate kiss. The American gasped, only allowing Schuldig better
access to his mouth. He tried to break free, but the German had an arm around his waist,
pressing their bodies together closely. Then, the red-head broke the kiss as abruptly as
he'd started. 

"I found what I was looking for." He smirked as Crawford fell back into his chair dazed,
kiss-swollen lips still slightly parted. 

"By the way, the drug tests are going as scheduled. The newest test subject has the most
interesting response as yet, so you might want to update that in your report. Oh, and our
plans are still on schuedule, right?" 

Crawford barely nodded as Schuldig winked and walked out the door.

******

Four weeks now. No matter how much they searched, it seemed that they would NEVER
find Omi. At least not alive... 
"FUCK!!" Ken slammed his fist onto the counter. Luckily, there weren't any customers to
hear his swears. The soccer player had been left alone to run the shop again; Youji was
out with some Kritiker agents continuing to search for the youngest Weiß member. Aya
was making deliveries. Being left alone with his thoughts was not helpful, since all he
could think about was finding Omi. 

~Why'd it have to be him??? He's so YOUNG...~

Ken swore again for the 30th time that hour as he looked around the shop. There hadn't
been a single customer for the past 2 hours-- shocking, seeing how the shop was almost
ALWAYS overrun with screaming, drooling fangirls. Ken was bored out of his wits. He
put up the "Back in 15 minutes" sign in the shop's window, deciding to check their
computer for any news from Kritiker.

"C'mon...let something--ANYTHING happen! I'm going to die of boredom if this
continues any longer...!"

His prayers were answered as he went downstairs, the computer beeping quietly to
indicate a new message. Ken nearly ran to the computer, his heart racing with new-found
hope. That hope quickly faded into blazing anger as he read the message:

'We've got him. You have 4 days to decide. Be at the address below at 1am on the 4th
day, or you'll have to start recruiting VERY soon.'

Part Seven?

Reading Room?