There were a lot of things they'd never said to each other, things they'd never needed to say. It was one of the benefits of living with a telepath, Crawford had always thought, but maybe they should say them at least once before they got a bullet between the eyes. They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Crawford put his hand on Schuldig's arm, a wry smile on his lips. His answer was lost in the explosion that took out the side of the building housing the new sniper, then all the windows in the opposite building shattered and snipers tumbled out, their screams silenced as their necks were snapped mid-air. Crawford and Schuldig huddled together, shielding each other's heads from the falling glass, which tinkled harmlessly down in a circle around them.
"Hi," Farfarello said, strolling up the alley, a grenade launcher on his shoulder. "Sorry for the delay, Nagi wanted to pick up the whole run of Fruits Basket."
"What if the German side of Tokyopop folds too?" Nagi said behind him, his hands weighed down with plastic bags. "I don't want to miss out on a volume." He leant against a wall and began to examine his purchases.
"I could really go for a steak," Farfarello said, looking at the flames and sniffing the scent of roasting meat.
"Me too," Crawford said, shooting one of the fallen snipers who was attempting to drag himself down the alley.
"They do really good steaks in New York," Schuldig said.
"We are not going to New York," Crawford said, reloading his pistol and slipping it back into the shoulder holster. "We're based in Europe right now, and there are many closer places to get married. I suggest Spain; I can book cheap flights and it'd be convenient for a relaxing honeymoon. Our next job's there as well."
Schuldig pushed him back against the wall and made his opinion known enthusiastically and at great length.
"Huh," Nagi muttered into his book. "I don't know why everyone says teenagers are the ones ruled by hormones."
"Ah, the true horror hasn't occurred to you yet, then," Farfarello said. "One of us has to be the best man."
"God," Nagi said, rolling his eyes. "You do it."
"And one of us has to be bridesmaid," Farfarello sniggered.
"I've always thought you'd be an adorable flower-girl, Nagi," Schuldig said, breaking off from kissing Crawford for a moment. He laughed as Nagi pushed himself away from the wall so hard that it began to collapse, a look of terror on his face. "Hey, don't kill us, and we'll allow you to invite Omi."
Nagi pursed his lips. "OK," he said reluctantly. "Maybe."
"Let's go," Farfarello said, as Crawford reeled Schuldig back in. "They can catch up with us at the hotel."
"Yeah," Nagi said. ". . . do you want to be the bridesmaid?"
Sandwiched between Schuldig and the crumbling wall Crawford had a sharp and detailed vision of his wedding night. He resolved to book the flights the moment they got back to the hotel.
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Many thanks to puddingcat for a lightning quick beta!
"We're based in Europe right now, and there are many closer places to get married. I suggest Spain;
\0/ The mention of Spain just made me ridiculously happy, especially since I just finished my banner for Pride. Er, anyway, I love this story so much. I want to roll it in glitter and marry it in Spanish hell summer.
Hee, thank you! Ah, Crawford needs to torture Schuldig just a little. It's what true love is about, after all. (Nagi: Love, ewwww. *emails Omi a million times a day*)
LOL. This is gold. And everything about Crawford and Schuldig - professional psychopaths that they are - that makes them endearing! I really have to get my hands on the full anime god damn it.
"Hi," Farfarello said, strolling up the alley, a grenade launcher on his shoulder. "Sorry for the delay, Nagi wanted to pick up the whole run of Fruits Basket."
"What if the German side of Tokyopop folds too?" Nagi said behind him, his hands weighed down with plastic bags. "I don't want to miss out on a volume." He leant against a wall and began to examine his purchases.
"I could really go for a steak," Farfarello said, looking at the flames and sniffing the scent of roasting meat.
"Me too," Crawford said, shooting one of the fallen snipers who was attempting to drag himself down the alley.
"They do really good steaks in New York," Schuldig said.
"We are not going to New York," Crawford said, reloading his pistol and slipping it back into the shoulder holster. "We're based in Europe right now, and there are many closer places to get married. I suggest Spain; I can book cheap flights and it'd be convenient for a relaxing honeymoon. Our next job's there as well."
Schuldig pushed him back against the wall and made his opinion known enthusiastically and at great length.
"Huh," Nagi muttered into his book. "I don't know why everyone says teenagers are the ones ruled by hormones."
"Ah, the true horror hasn't occurred to you yet, then," Farfarello said. "One of us has to be the best man."
"God," Nagi said, rolling his eyes. "You do it."
"And one of us has to be bridesmaid," Farfarello sniggered.
"I've always thought you'd be an adorable flower-girl, Nagi," Schuldig said, breaking off from kissing Crawford for a moment. He laughed as Nagi pushed himself away from the wall so hard that it began to collapse, a look of terror on his face. "Hey, don't kill us, and we'll allow you to invite Omi."
Nagi pursed his lips. "OK," he said reluctantly. "Maybe."
"Let's go," Farfarello said, as Crawford reeled Schuldig back in. "They can catch up with us at the hotel."
"Yeah," Nagi said. ". . . do you want to be the bridesmaid?"
Sandwiched between Schuldig and the crumbling wall Crawford had a sharp and detailed vision of his wedding night. He resolved to book the flights the moment they got back to the hotel.
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Many thanks to puddingcat for a lightning quick beta!
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Thankyouthankyouthankyou! XD
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\0/ The mention of Spain just made me ridiculously happy, especially since I just finished my banner for Pride. Er, anyway, I love this story so much. I want to roll it in glitter and marry it in Spanish hell summer.
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Crawford. Think of it like the acquisitive shit you are - I want to endow you with all my worldly goods."
Loved that.
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It was the idea of getting into Schuldig's bank account that probably settled it for Crawford. Ah, and they say romance is dead!
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