Before The Tokyo Incident
Title: Before The Tokyo Incident
Author: plumoneoneseven
Rating: PG
Warning: Not really slash except that I know it is really. But there isn't any in the fic.
Disclaimer: I own neither Good Omens, nor Weiss Kreuz. Look it up if you don't believe me.
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Before The Tokyo Incident
"Brad!" Schuldig yelled. "A minion of the Dark Lord to see you!"
He stalked back into the apartment grinning, and left the door open behind him. Brad Crawford’s head peered from the kitchen doorway toward the front door.
“Come in then if you’re coming. You will anyway.”
Crowley reluctantly entered the room, leaving the front door open; and glared at Schuldig as he passed the red-head slouching on the couch in front of the TV in the main living room. The German grinned at the TV and snagged the remote from next to a sleeping Nagi.
“That white-haired nutcase isn’t about this time is he? Only if I get stabbed again I’m going to be very annoyed.”
“Nah, he’s gone off somewhere, probably nailing someone to something.” Crawford shrugged.
Crowley lounged into one of the kitchen chairs and peered over the top of his sunglasses at Crawford who appeared to be doing the washing-up.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Crawford turned, raising an eyebrow imperiously. “It doesn’t just do itself you know, and it happens to be my turn, even I have to do the dishes sometimes.”
Crowley grinned and snapped his fingers, whereupon the remaining plates were so surprised to find themselves clean, dry and back in the cupboard that they spontaneously changed patterns from a, frankly boring, plain blue and white stripe; to plain black with thin red patterns of a vaguely disturbing nature wound around their rims.
Crawford’s other eyebrow raised and he leant against the countertop, drying his hands on a tea-towel. “Was there something you wanted? I know you hate this country; I would have thought you’d have phoned it in.”
“Well it’s obviously serious enough for me to be here, or I wouldn’t be here.” Crowley replied. “Actually, I’ve got something I’d like you all to do for me. Here in Tokyo.”
Crowley grinned so evilly that Schuldig muted the TV; and from his vantage point in the living room, leant up over the back of the couch and peered into the kitchen; an expression of interested amusement plastered across his face.
“It’s big.”
Schuldig’s grin widened.
“It’s not exactly human.”
Schuldig’s grin turned nasty.
Crowley’s grin equalled it in malevolent evil. He was definitely going to enjoy this.
Notes: It’s all daegaer’s fault. Forgive any mischaracterisations etc., this is my first WK fic. (Technically happens before 'Pain' which is HERE, but hasn't actually got anything to do with it.)
Author: plumoneoneseven
Rating: PG
Warning: Not really slash except that I know it is really. But there isn't any in the fic.
Disclaimer: I own neither Good Omens, nor Weiss Kreuz. Look it up if you don't believe me.
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Before The Tokyo Incident
"Brad!" Schuldig yelled. "A minion of the Dark Lord to see you!"
He stalked back into the apartment grinning, and left the door open behind him. Brad Crawford’s head peered from the kitchen doorway toward the front door.
“Come in then if you’re coming. You will anyway.”
Crowley reluctantly entered the room, leaving the front door open; and glared at Schuldig as he passed the red-head slouching on the couch in front of the TV in the main living room. The German grinned at the TV and snagged the remote from next to a sleeping Nagi.
“That white-haired nutcase isn’t about this time is he? Only if I get stabbed again I’m going to be very annoyed.”
“Nah, he’s gone off somewhere, probably nailing someone to something.” Crawford shrugged.
Crowley lounged into one of the kitchen chairs and peered over the top of his sunglasses at Crawford who appeared to be doing the washing-up.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Crawford turned, raising an eyebrow imperiously. “It doesn’t just do itself you know, and it happens to be my turn, even I have to do the dishes sometimes.”
Crowley grinned and snapped his fingers, whereupon the remaining plates were so surprised to find themselves clean, dry and back in the cupboard that they spontaneously changed patterns from a, frankly boring, plain blue and white stripe; to plain black with thin red patterns of a vaguely disturbing nature wound around their rims.
Crawford’s other eyebrow raised and he leant against the countertop, drying his hands on a tea-towel. “Was there something you wanted? I know you hate this country; I would have thought you’d have phoned it in.”
“Well it’s obviously serious enough for me to be here, or I wouldn’t be here.” Crowley replied. “Actually, I’ve got something I’d like you all to do for me. Here in Tokyo.”
Crowley grinned so evilly that Schuldig muted the TV; and from his vantage point in the living room, leant up over the back of the couch and peered into the kitchen; an expression of interested amusement plastered across his face.
“It’s big.”
Schuldig’s grin widened.
“It’s not exactly human.”
Schuldig’s grin turned nasty.
Crowley’s grin equalled it in malevolent evil. He was definitely going to enjoy this.
Notes: It’s all daegaer’s fault. Forgive any mischaracterisations etc., this is my first WK fic. (Technically happens before 'Pain' which is HERE, but hasn't actually got anything to do with it.)