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So, finally I have time to get back to Schuldig and Schwarz! Here is part 4.
Title Obsession: Business Parties
Rating There is a mention of murder, so I suppose it'll just take on the R rating from now on
Characters Schuldig, Crawford
Summary Reiji Takatori is throwing a party for his workers, and Schwarz has been tasked with being the security force.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
'Oh, would you look at her eye shadow? Who is she trying to drag home?'
'What a pompous ass. No, I don't care about your new vacation home in the Alps! But thank you for telling me anyway!'
'Do you really think I'm that stupid? I can get my own drink, thanks, the last thing I need is for you to drug me and drag me off to your cave, you neanderthal!'
'Why am I here? I have reports to finish! Maybe I can sneak off upstairs. Then when I'm done I can wank off on Takatori's carpet. I hate that guy.'
'Stop talking about your vacation home! Why bother telling me the details when we both know you're never going to invite me?'
'He is so jealous of me, I can see it in his eyes! Just ask if you can come visit, just ask so I can say no!'
“Schuldig?”
Glancing to his right and seeing the reproachful look on Crawford's face, Schuldig smiled at him before looking back out at the crowd.
'You should hear these people! This party is definitely more entertaining than the last one.'
Arms held at his sides, Crawford kept his eyes on Schuldig for a moment. Three days had passed since he'd come down on the telepath for his obsession with the Schreient girl, and three days had passed with Schuldig obeying him fully. It was a promising sign, but he was not about to relent.
'Really, would you like to hear?'
'Are you doing your job?'
'Of course I am, and for your information, no, I have not yet picked up on our target. Didn't you say he'd be showing up later on in the night anyway?'
'No. I said he would be causing a disturbance later on in the night. He is probably here already.'
'You'd be a lot more useful if every vision was crystal clear and photographic. A time stamp wouldn't hurt either.'
Crawford did not answer that comment, but as Schuldig looked at him out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn the American was smirking.
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“Ah, here is the man I have been telling you about! The head of my security force, Crawford.”
'I think I'll go for a brief patrol now; enjoy your bullshit small talk!' Schuldig quickly moved further away from his partner, getting lost among the crowd. He didn't have to see Crawford (or even hear him) to feel his level of annoyance at being cornered by their boss. Though he was exceptionally good at practiced business conversation, Schuldig knew that Crawford did not enjoy it.
He could have stuck around (for comic relief at least) but he was still a little put off by the dressing down of three days ago. Crawford could drown in the ensuing tedium of Reiji Takatori's business partners, and Schuldig would stand back and laugh. He moved into the main hall, a drink in his hand and his eyes scanning the crowd. They were mostly all the same, business men and composed wives (or mistresses, take your pick). He was getting bored.
Just then he heard a voice that was a little bit different. Whoever she was, she was young, and had come here alone, looking for someone. A quick scan of her memories and he had her in sight. She was quite lovely. He grabbed a second glass of wine from a steward and moved towards her.
“Mikito?” He stood before her, offering her the glass. She fixed him with a look of surprise.
“Kou?” How she was lovely - porcelain skin, vivid blue eyes (contacts, of course, but still stunning), hair dyed a shade of red that nearly made her look Caucasian; she was clearly out of place in this crowd.
“No, he didn't come. Too many witnesses,” he gave her a knowing smile, which made her blush. “He asked me to pick you up for him. I hope you don't mind?”
She clearly looked bothered, but nodded anyway before taking a sip of wine. “What's your name?”
“You don't need to know that,” Schuldig spoke softly, his eyes holding fast to hers. She wanted to disagree with him, wanted to continue questioning him. But instead she nodded and took another sip of her wine. He briefly contemplated what he ought to do with her while he sifted through her head. She was no one of any importance, had no family in Tokyo, no job to report to tomorrow. No one would miss her, except for Kou. Schuldig could deal with him easily enough.
As he continued to contemplate her, a new voice amidst the crowd drew his attention. He quickly glanced around, but did not see Crawford. He must still be preoccupied.
“Mikito, I have someone else I need to deal with. Would you stay here and I'll return for you soon?” He touched her forearm, and she looked at him and smiled. “Have another glass of wine while you wait.” She nodded and smiled at him while he turned and walked swiftly away, his eyes scanning the crowd again, ditching his glass of wine the first possible moment.
He stopped by the door to the east hall, focusing in on the figure of the man who was so loudly projecting his hatred of the Takatori family that Schuldig was surprised no one else was giving him a second glance. Of course he sported a forced smile, but you could tell from his body language, the way he held his torso stiff, his arms trapped by invisible hands, his face pointing straight ahead while his eyes roamed freely - that he was not pleased to be here. Schuldig was half tempted to let him go for a while, to see exactly what he had planned. Crawford hadn't bothered to give him those details, of course. Never more than what was required, and what was required was never all that interesting.
'I give you more than the others, so quit dwelling on the supposed lack of trust I place in you and deal with this problem before it manages to draw any attention.'
Schuldig grinned and left his position by the door, moving swiftly towards the man he'd been watching. He approached him from behind and brushed a hand over his arm, at the same time forcing himself to delve into the man's mind, to block any commands being sent from his brain to his limbs. There was an initial struggle - like there almost always was, because he was almost always too lazy to bother using the full extent of his powers. But within seconds he was leading the man from the room, off down another corridor, into an empty room, suggesting that he might want to kneel on the floor. He paused briefly to consider whether or not he ought to find a bathroom - it would make cleaning so much easier.
'Don't worry about cleaning, just get it done so we can leave.'
'Since when are you concerned with leaving early? Won't he miss us?'
'I don't mean we'll be going home. He'll be bringing a few select people upstairs, and we need to follow. You have three minutes to return. No one will find him tonight.'
And that was all. No further explanation, no further details. Just a command that he was expected to follow. He stood behind the man for a moment, his eyes on the head of black hair underneath him, sifting through his thoughts and memories, becoming familiar with his family. They would be dealt with later on to ensure there was no one left to ask questions.
Two minutes and one spent bullet later, Schuldig found himself following the crisp white suit of Brad Crawford up the stairs. He was still bored.
Title Obsession: Business Parties
Rating There is a mention of murder, so I suppose it'll just take on the R rating from now on
Characters Schuldig, Crawford
Summary Reiji Takatori is throwing a party for his workers, and Schwarz has been tasked with being the security force.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
'Oh, would you look at her eye shadow? Who is she trying to drag home?'
'What a pompous ass. No, I don't care about your new vacation home in the Alps! But thank you for telling me anyway!'
'Do you really think I'm that stupid? I can get my own drink, thanks, the last thing I need is for you to drug me and drag me off to your cave, you neanderthal!'
'Why am I here? I have reports to finish! Maybe I can sneak off upstairs. Then when I'm done I can wank off on Takatori's carpet. I hate that guy.'
'Stop talking about your vacation home! Why bother telling me the details when we both know you're never going to invite me?'
'He is so jealous of me, I can see it in his eyes! Just ask if you can come visit, just ask so I can say no!'
“Schuldig?”
Glancing to his right and seeing the reproachful look on Crawford's face, Schuldig smiled at him before looking back out at the crowd.
'You should hear these people! This party is definitely more entertaining than the last one.'
Arms held at his sides, Crawford kept his eyes on Schuldig for a moment. Three days had passed since he'd come down on the telepath for his obsession with the Schreient girl, and three days had passed with Schuldig obeying him fully. It was a promising sign, but he was not about to relent.
'Really, would you like to hear?'
'Are you doing your job?'
'Of course I am, and for your information, no, I have not yet picked up on our target. Didn't you say he'd be showing up later on in the night anyway?'
'No. I said he would be causing a disturbance later on in the night. He is probably here already.'
'You'd be a lot more useful if every vision was crystal clear and photographic. A time stamp wouldn't hurt either.'
Crawford did not answer that comment, but as Schuldig looked at him out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn the American was smirking.
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“Ah, here is the man I have been telling you about! The head of my security force, Crawford.”
'I think I'll go for a brief patrol now; enjoy your bullshit small talk!' Schuldig quickly moved further away from his partner, getting lost among the crowd. He didn't have to see Crawford (or even hear him) to feel his level of annoyance at being cornered by their boss. Though he was exceptionally good at practiced business conversation, Schuldig knew that Crawford did not enjoy it.
He could have stuck around (for comic relief at least) but he was still a little put off by the dressing down of three days ago. Crawford could drown in the ensuing tedium of Reiji Takatori's business partners, and Schuldig would stand back and laugh. He moved into the main hall, a drink in his hand and his eyes scanning the crowd. They were mostly all the same, business men and composed wives (or mistresses, take your pick). He was getting bored.
Just then he heard a voice that was a little bit different. Whoever she was, she was young, and had come here alone, looking for someone. A quick scan of her memories and he had her in sight. She was quite lovely. He grabbed a second glass of wine from a steward and moved towards her.
“Mikito?” He stood before her, offering her the glass. She fixed him with a look of surprise.
“Kou?” How she was lovely - porcelain skin, vivid blue eyes (contacts, of course, but still stunning), hair dyed a shade of red that nearly made her look Caucasian; she was clearly out of place in this crowd.
“No, he didn't come. Too many witnesses,” he gave her a knowing smile, which made her blush. “He asked me to pick you up for him. I hope you don't mind?”
She clearly looked bothered, but nodded anyway before taking a sip of wine. “What's your name?”
“You don't need to know that,” Schuldig spoke softly, his eyes holding fast to hers. She wanted to disagree with him, wanted to continue questioning him. But instead she nodded and took another sip of her wine. He briefly contemplated what he ought to do with her while he sifted through her head. She was no one of any importance, had no family in Tokyo, no job to report to tomorrow. No one would miss her, except for Kou. Schuldig could deal with him easily enough.
As he continued to contemplate her, a new voice amidst the crowd drew his attention. He quickly glanced around, but did not see Crawford. He must still be preoccupied.
“Mikito, I have someone else I need to deal with. Would you stay here and I'll return for you soon?” He touched her forearm, and she looked at him and smiled. “Have another glass of wine while you wait.” She nodded and smiled at him while he turned and walked swiftly away, his eyes scanning the crowd again, ditching his glass of wine the first possible moment.
He stopped by the door to the east hall, focusing in on the figure of the man who was so loudly projecting his hatred of the Takatori family that Schuldig was surprised no one else was giving him a second glance. Of course he sported a forced smile, but you could tell from his body language, the way he held his torso stiff, his arms trapped by invisible hands, his face pointing straight ahead while his eyes roamed freely - that he was not pleased to be here. Schuldig was half tempted to let him go for a while, to see exactly what he had planned. Crawford hadn't bothered to give him those details, of course. Never more than what was required, and what was required was never all that interesting.
'I give you more than the others, so quit dwelling on the supposed lack of trust I place in you and deal with this problem before it manages to draw any attention.'
Schuldig grinned and left his position by the door, moving swiftly towards the man he'd been watching. He approached him from behind and brushed a hand over his arm, at the same time forcing himself to delve into the man's mind, to block any commands being sent from his brain to his limbs. There was an initial struggle - like there almost always was, because he was almost always too lazy to bother using the full extent of his powers. But within seconds he was leading the man from the room, off down another corridor, into an empty room, suggesting that he might want to kneel on the floor. He paused briefly to consider whether or not he ought to find a bathroom - it would make cleaning so much easier.
'Don't worry about cleaning, just get it done so we can leave.'
'Since when are you concerned with leaving early? Won't he miss us?'
'I don't mean we'll be going home. He'll be bringing a few select people upstairs, and we need to follow. You have three minutes to return. No one will find him tonight.'
And that was all. No further explanation, no further details. Just a command that he was expected to follow. He stood behind the man for a moment, his eyes on the head of black hair underneath him, sifting through his thoughts and memories, becoming familiar with his family. They would be dealt with later on to ensure there was no one left to ask questions.
Two minutes and one spent bullet later, Schuldig found himself following the crisp white suit of Brad Crawford up the stairs. He was still bored.