When To Start Wearing Tighty Whities

[Weiss Kreuz]

Author: taurie_2020
Title: The Shadow
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Brad x Schu
Raiting: PG13
Beta: indra_pavamana
Disclaimer: the characters belong to their authors, I enjoy just to torture them a bit '^ _-
Dedication: for ewyn , Let's see if you recognize someone ^ _-
Note1: for dhely no, it's JP!
Timeline: immediately after the end of Kapitel



The city was besieged by the heat.
Schu smiled settle the tie in the elegant three-piece dark suit chosen for him by Brad. In
perfect microclimate of their apartment was not the clothes out of trouble and, if in the course of the evening was served, would not hesitate to get rid of unnecessary parts, but Brad had assured him that it was not necessary.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Brad entered the room. Had changed, and not just for white hair in hair: it was also changed his look, he had done ... the common people would say wiser or hurt, he said it was that of one who had taken a shovel of shit in my face.

Now, however, was looking carefully: make sure that I had not provided any "innovation" and the dress at the end of his inspection nodded satisfied.

"Well Schu - the voice was slightly hoarse due to the limited use he had made in recent months - tonight should go all right, but beware: there is a shadow that I can not identify.." Schu
raised his eyebrows: "But if you've seen that everything will be fine .... " Brad
interrupted with an irritated gesture "Schu! You know ... just an unusual ".

not finished the sentence, but Schu knew what intedesse. Preferred not to reply: just nodded. At that moment the phone rang with a discrete sound, they came to pick him up, turned around and left. Brad
I'll be in touch ... Always

night out of car windows, dark streets and neon signs, towards the center of the buildings and most exclusive penthouses were similar to villas built on the tops of skyscrapers. Schu
maintained all the way to the tenuous link mental Brad, amazed that the other would allow him. Maybe he was really coming to himself, and as yet refused to leave, at least had begun to speak and think to himself.

The past months in San Diego were the worst, and the skin of her cheekbones still rough for a burn reminded him that they were not so far away. Months in which Brad had taken refuge somewhere in the back of the mind, a place where even he was never able to find it, and for as long as he could not help but assist it. After furious had yelled that if he wanted a vegetable you would buy a potted plant, but he did not react. Months he had spent all his anger and had taken all the wires that were left in their hands to search for an engagement: they needed a powerful patron, and when the answer was arrived luckily Brad had already returned to a more conscious level.

One morning he woke up and heard the sounds of the open shower: water pounding on the tiles.
... might not have closed last night ...
Then the noise ceased, and Crawford came into the room wrapped in a bathrobe, drying his hair.
"Brad ...?" He felt like he felt intimidated by hope.
The man stared for a moment as if it did not recognize him, then nodded: "... Schulding Sch.
The voice was reduced to a hoarse whisper, and no wonder that after months not used it.
suddenly seemed tired and sat down on the bed with a towel in his hand: "... ... what time ...?".
"Six months, Brad ...."
The man nodded almost surprised.
"Nagi Farfarello ... ...?".
"In Tokyo, I let them have stayed there ... ...." Brad
limited itself to a sign: understand.
"Where did you bring me?".
"San Diego, California ...."
"A place absurd - something like a smile appeared pass on his face - what are you doing here? ". Schu
shrugged and replied with his usual mocking tone: "I take the sun and keeping an eye on you."
"You never change ... - and yet did not seem too annoyed - forward. Tell me everything. " Schu
Then he spoke.

The long dark car slowly started down the ramp to an underground car park, where he finished his race.
A man opened the door, while another beckoned to follow. Both escorted him to the gates of an elevator that is operated with two keys.

climbed alone in the luxurious lift, which took him to a luxury apartment where two other men took him into custody and brought him through a long series of rooms and corridors and stairs in a large study of modern glass walls.
There, behind the desk spotless, there was a man who awaited him: Antony D'Angelo.
tall blond was known by the Angel of Ice: it was said that death with a smile and without emotion in his eyes.
Schulding nodded satisfied.

"Mr. Schulding Well, tell us why he came to visit us.."
modulated voice came from somewhere behind the two, but chose not to turn and wait for it did see itself. He did not wait long, the owner of the voice, a brunette woman, with long wavy hair, complete with an elegant sport, where under the jacket could just make out the gun holster, appeared on his left, walked around the desk and took the side of his brother.
Antonia D'Angelo, the Angel of Fire, many said the true mind of the clan.

Schulding smiled.
"I think you know what I came to do, and who sent me."
Antonia nodded.
"It's very brave or very stupid, come to attack the center of our territory.."
"Neither of these things are just curious.."
caution Schu ... ... ...
quiet Brad, I like her ... he's another story ...
"And for what?".
"But to meet the undisputed masters of the scene here in New York.." Schu
accompanied the words with a gallant smile, which she accepted with a slight nod.
"Not too undisputed, if someone sent you."
"I am very interested in this position, except to the extent that brought me here.."
Neither of them said, waiting for other items on his part.
"Gentlemen, if I followed the post for which I was sent here, and can, Have no doubt, certainly cash in my reward, but in this city there would be nothing left for me to do for the next ten years as it will plunge into a war between powerful families on average, now are content to remain under your guidance. This does not interest me.
What interests me is to stay here. It is an interesting place, and we we want to work for a while ', then I came to know just how much you can affect this.. "
Schulding silent, he knew that his side had played the game, now he could only wait for the counter-move.
The two brothers exchanged a look kidnapped, then she spoke again.
"His proposal, as can imagine, we care, but I think we will talk more comfortably seated in the living room.. "
Schu let out an inaudible sigh, it was done.
... caution, the shadow remains
... You should learn to relax, however, do not worry, I'll be careful!

Brothers D'Angelo took him through other corridors, up to an elegant room decorated with French furniture from the late eighteenth century, that served as a side dish for modern white leather sofas.
Someone was already in the room, a guy in his twenties, with long hair and ripped jeans blacks.
Schu looked at him concerned.
... this would be your shadow Brad?
... perhaps, be careful ...
Antonia betrayed a wave of anger at the sight of the boy, but Schu seemed very calculated, and the feelings that came from her were just curious.
"Excuse us, but my brother's friends have not the slightest sense of what is appropriate ...".
"Antonia, do not do that, surely Robert was not going to be inconvenient, right?".
The man turned to the boy with an encouraging smile.
"Certainly, it was not my intention to do so Moisseur Schulding ...."
Schu's smile grew cold.
Schu!
Brad ... I know! A trap!
The boy did not have time to implement its strategy, whatever. She put her hands to her throat, gasped, fell to his knees and then kicked to the ground.
The agony lasted several minutes, and then he remained motionless on the floor.
Antony nodded admiringly.
"Nice work, clean. What's he done? ".
No emotion, only interests. His sister were definitely more humane instincts, but she was evaluating its effectiveness as a weapon.
"I just think that was suffocating ... a medical examination would be as natural death.". The brothers looked at him
fascinated, and then she spoke: "I think this is the beginning of a fruitful collaboration.".
"Yes, ma'am, I agree."