[Weiss Kreuz] Title: Last Christmas
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Pairing
: Brad Schu x
Raiting: PG
Beta: no
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their authors, I enjoy just to torture them a bit '^ _-
Note: I found this random fic that I forgot to post in a file along with other things and takes place a few years after this: The Shadow
It was almost Christmas, the snow had fallen to whiten the skyscrapers of New York, giving the city a magical and surreal. The people on the streets in a hurry to buy the last gifts to be able to return home to warm the atmosphere to share with your family. At the Metropolitan
Museum was doing a charity event.
Brad beat the rhythm of Ravel's Bolero with the index finger on the balustrade of the balcony-like medieval, surrounded by greek-roman style columns.
"This is absurd!" Schu He reiterated for the umpteenth time.
"It 's already a step forward that you have not called boring, since it is a museum." Caustic just enough. "The only thing ridiculous here is the tie with which you're killing that dress by Armani." Schu bored
snorted: "Look who's talking! You who you go around with that ridiculous monocle. "
"Do not I think I'll ever need to take lessons of elegance to you .... " Schu bored
leaned on the railing, near the hand of Brad, leaning on his ear as if to tell him a secret.
"It seems that our protégés are having fun ...."
His gaze wandered into the room below. The brothers d'Angelo spoke with an ambassador. Never failed to charity this holiday season. Certainly annoying, but which served to keep alive the relationship with the community.
protection that Brad and Schu provided them in these situations was purely choreographic. Nothing could happen to them there.
"You you're having fun to make a spectacle Schu.
"Always." A smile.
Another smile.
"Their time is running out ..." the smile had disappeared, Brad's face was serious again, impenetrable, in those moments was not the most absurd one-eyed grin Schu. His face, white hair perfectly combed back, the figure a bit 'thinner, all combine to create an area of concern, which borders on fear.
"You mean the domination of the family of Angelo? And who could ever with us? Did you see anything? ". Schu
tried not to look forward to his voice inflection.
"I have not seen anything, I just listen to the articles that you read to me! If you do not read it like a parrot we'd already got it! ".
Brad had done nothing to mask the discomfort he felt at that moment. Schu
he bit his tongue. He knew that Brad was right, but what annoyed.
"All right, - he admitted - I read like a parrot, enlighten you."
"There is little to illuminate, this is all very clear ... the new mayor talks about legality, the fight against crime, and not just words. Soon this city will begin to move closer to D'Angelo, and so to us. We can not risk putting themselves in the light. Rosencratz just waiting for an excuse to come and give us the game .... "
“E cosa dovremmo fare? Nasconderci? Trovarci un nuovo padrone?”.
“Nulla di tutto ciò.”
Brad era insolitamente tranquillo, aveva una qualche sorpresa e si stava divertendo a farlo penare.
“Cosa, allora?”. Cominciava ad essere seccato.
“Andremo incontro al nostro nemico… non la resa dei conti, ma comunque una battaglia interessante…”.
Sorride, il bastardo…
Non pensare queste brutte parole Schu…
Posso fare di peggio
Lo so… “Dove?”
“A casa, Schu… torniamo in Giappone.”
Schu trattenne il respiro: casa… sentiva that in a sense could call it that place. The first place where he and others were free ... it was not the right word, but it's pretty close. A place where thought and breathed for the first time as a man, not like an animal.
He said nothing. There was no need for words. Brad had already figured out. Among them was enough
the sound of a breath-hold to be understood as a long enough look.
Below them the party was coming to an end, the guests began to leave the last exchanging greetings.
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agata_fisch , an evening with his friends ugly ugly, night ugly, ugly morning, lunch with Chinese cartoonist & the ugly gang, ugly afternoon spent playing "Pandemic," which is a kind of disease Risiko, an evening of new ugly. 
