One Week

Thursday: Adjustment

This was the most boring day of Schuldich's life. Today's work only required the presence
of Brad, leaving the remaining members of Schwartz with much idle time, which the
other two had no problem in finding something to do. Nagi was nowhere in
sight--probably out with that Schreient brat--while the psychotic Irishman's screams of
torment echoed throughout the condo, making the fiery red-head cringe.

~I'll end up like Farfie if I stay cooped up in here all day. You'd think that we'd see
some action now that Weiß had re-grouped completely, but noooo...~ He smirked to
himself. 

The German's mind wandered back to the previous day. 
"I don't know WHAT kind of sick game you're playing, but it ends here..." Those had
been the pale red-head's warning to him. Heh. It wasn't as if the White Hunter could
*really* stop him from doing as he pleased. Schuldich let out a small laugh. Why was he
acting this way? If he wanted to manipulate other's, he would do so without hesitation. So
why was he taking his sweet precious time with the red-headed member of Weiß? Was
he afraid of acutally damaging him? No, couldn't be. He's just another toy for me to play
with.

~Then what's taking you so long to play?~ His own conciousness spat at him. 
~I like to enjoy the moment.~
~Just admit it. You LOVE him. Why else would you go to such great lenghts for him...?~
~Shut up.~ 
"...wait a minute, Schu. You're having a fight with YOURSELF here..." the Schwartz
member laughed at himself as he flopped down on the couch, finally deciding to drown
his troubles in the Sci-Fi channel. Twenty or so minutes had passed, and Farfarello's
screams and incoherent cries had ceased; Schuldich assumed he'd passed out from the
loss of blood again. 

"Yep, it's gonna be a LONG day..." 

Schuldich's thoughts were interuptted by the sound of the door clicking and swinging
open. Crawford entered quietly, startled by the sight of the German sitting on the couch,
gazing at the televison. Was he *upset* about something? No...unless...

The American cleared his throat, jolting the red-head out of his TV fix. 
"Tomorrow, we have work to do."
"Bout time..." Schuldich mumbled, returning his glance to the TV screen. For a moment,
the leader of Schwartz thought he saw a spark of joy in those usually condescending eyes. 
"Is there something wrong?" Crawford's deep voice inquired.
"No." came the flat response.
"Ah." Crawford's tone was understanding, almost sympathetic.
Schuldich looked at the American, eyes widening in shock for a few moments, before
returning to that lazy glare of his.
~Should've known he'd have a vision by now...~
"Just don't do anything stupid..." Crawford walked off to his room, as Schuldich smiled.
He was expecting a lecture, not understanding!

~Don't do anything stupid, eh? It's far too late for me...~

Part 5?
Reading Room?