Traum (original) (raw)
Jun. 3rd, 2004 10:10 am Opening story
"Hell, no!" Schuldig yelled. "No goddamn way!"
Their Japan contact winced. "But it is! We're being taken over by Kritiker." He wiped at the sweat building on his forehead with the sleeve of his red shirt. "Ever since the Elders died..."
Farfarello smirked, and the agent blanched a new shade of white.
Crawford winced, pulling off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose as if in pain. "No matter what we do, they're going to pick us up. I see no way for us to escape Kritiker... alive anyway."
The magazines on the table between Crawford and Nagi began turning pages on their own. The American looked up to see Nagi gripping the chair arms so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. In light of recent events, the American decided, it might be wise to cut this interview short.
"Since the Elders died..." the man began again, loosening his shirt collar nervously.
"Is there anything else important you need to tell us?" Crawford cut in. The man stammered but formed no comprensive answer. "Then we don't need you anymore."
"Farfarello needed no further cue. One second he was sitting on the dresser; the next his sword was stabbed through the man's neck.
"So what's the plan?" Schuldig asked, settling back down on the bed.
"We pack, and we wait," the leader of Schwarz announced, sinking further back in his chair and closing his eyes. "They'll be here for us in a few hours."
A crack formed in the motel window before Nagi got up and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him quietly.
"Chibi's still pissed," Schuldig announced.
"Not now, Schuldig," Crawford cut into the German's words. "We don't have much time and I, for one, fully intend to get some rest before we enter Hell."
* ~ * ~ *
"Are you out of your mind?!" Ken's voice was rapidly reaching screeching levels. "We've spent this long fighting them, and you're making them our teammates? What the hell, Manx?"
The redhead stood her ground impassively. Apparently she'd anticipated his reaction. The brunette woman beside her looked vaguely amused. "The matter's not up for debate, Siberian," Manx replied. "Once we capture Schwarz - an operation you might well be a part of, may I remind you - they are going to be joining your team. They willl also be using the Koneko as a cover."
"Think of it as you keeping an eye on them full-time, if you'd like," Birman smoothly interjected.
Yohji shrugged. "The shop is getting busy enough to warrent extra workers." He glanced to where Omi was compiling a list of Kritiker staffers for the two women. "And Omittchi might benefit from having someone closer to his age here, you know, something normal," he finished softly, his mind obviously on what he'd seen between the girl from Schrient and the Schwarz boy at the mansion.
From the corner of the small basement room, Aya - Ran as he now called himself - barely looked up from his crossed arms as he stated, "If they step out of line, that's it." He pushed off the wall and started up the stairs before stopping, turning back to them, and continuing, "And if one of them so much as looks at my sister wrong, they're dead."
* ~ * ~ *
"So.... they're dead. And they didn't even leave me a farewell present," a smooth male voice commented.
The woman near him barely looked up filing her nails. When she spoke, her voice was very like a purr. Though she and her companion were obviously very Japanese, she spoke with a European accent. "Perhaps we could make our own present."
"Hmmm... Intruiging. Chocolate?"
"No, thank you, sir."
"It's Andes," he tried to tempt her.
"Again, no, thank you, sir."
"Oh fine." He sighed, popping the candy in his mouth, and smirked. "I believe I have just the thing in mind."
:: The Beginning ::
02-03 June 2004
Okay, here we have our opening story for Traum. The stage is set and we're ready to go.
We never came up with a good day to start on. Like I said, from now till Sunday, I have closing shifts, but I'll be available after 10. We would only have a Farfarello for maybe an hour then, though. Sunday, I'll be available from 7 o'clock on.
We'll work out game days later. Just email me, comment, or whatever.
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