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Twister or Games Night II
by ryushin
contact: yaoikizuna@yahoo.de
YAOI PWP+Lemon, comedy bordering on silly, OOCness, Language = smut
The sequel to Ludo
*emphasize*
'Thoughts'
Prologue
It was Friday night and Brad Crawford was pissed.
'Where is it? Where is it? Where? WHERE? Why didn't I see this
coming?'
Indeed the lack of visions concerning this special night was unnerving. For
a man who was used to know the future and consequently not very fond of
surprises, not knowing what was going to hit him proved to be so stressful
that it bordered on being life-threatening.
Unlike him, he sweated like a pig, his raven-black hair stuck to his
forehead and his honey-colored eyes darted restlessly from left to right
although otherwise his face remained stoic as it would be expected from
the seemingly emotionless leader of Schwarz.
Why now when everything had started out fine?!
Last week, he had a vision that Schuldig would finally mange to get into
Fujimiya's pants with a little help from that slut Yohji Kudoh. It was no
secret that Crawford thought very little of the eldest Weiß member. In fact
he almost loathed him as much as he lusted after Abyssinian. And Brad
wanted Ran – badly!
The redhead had always been one of Crawford's favorite fantasies but he
knew that the other man mistrusted him too much. However last week the
wheel of fortune had turned again and now everything seemed to be ready
for Brad's wet dreams to come true:
he would have Ran beneath him willing and begging for more.
However, there was a catch and same catch was inextricably bound to
Twister. The same Twister Brad was currently unable to locate. He was on
the verge of letting his annoyance leek through his shell.
It frustrated him even more that the only information his visions had
provided him with were that he needed the Twister game to get Ran to
show up on games night at the Schwarz residence otherwise his dream
would evaporate into nothingness. The rest was blank. Anything could
happen – *anything*.
Now, there was only one place left where he had not looked yet and he
really did not want to go *there* for various reasons.
The place was Nagi's room. The now sixteen-year-old young man had
become a bit peculiar after the fall of Esszet.
Not only had his outfits changed dramatically from the neat school uniform
into crop tops and jeans which were definitely too tight but he was also
constantly snotty, rebellious, bored, slammed doors and complained about
just everything but on the other hand didn't listen to anything he was told
to do.
In other words Nagi had evolved into a regular, cockish, annoying teen.
And nobody wanted to come face to face with a teen with an attitude who
also happened to be a telekinetic.
Consequently, trespassing on what Nagi regarded as his private property
could prove to be hazardous to your health.
Schuldig had walked into Nagi's room two month ago without permission
and would probably never fully recover from the trauma Nagi's vengeance
had unleashed on him. He was avoiding to tell the details to this day but
the terror in Schuldig's eyes whenever he came face to face with Nagi was
a statement on its own.
However, Brad was desperate enough to throw all caution into the wind
besides *he* was still the guardian and Nagi his foster child.
Right!
It was reassuring though that the teen was currently not at home.
He turned the doorknob and opened the door or more like tried to open
because it came to a stop at about two inches. Frowning, Crawford shoved
again with more zeal and some more and more.
The view he was confronted with when he finally managed to squeeze
himself into the room almost gave the orderly Brad a heart attack.
If this, for lack of better terms, vault ever possessed a floor it had decided
to take a hike into another dimension a long time ago. Brad was both
disgusted and fascinated by the sheer chaos in which Nagi dwelled.
'What have I done wrong?' It was the natural reaction of a parent
when he came face to face with the habit of species "16-year-old".
Brad contemplated on fetching a shovel and a large waste bin but decided
against it because that could only lead to trouble. 'Maybe Nagi has
forced Schuldig to tidy his room for him?! That would explain a lot…'
Brad mused on the thought for a few seconds and then with a face as if he
had been asked to stick his hand into the mouth of a hungry tiger, he
began to dig his way through the mess in search of the Twister set.
From time to time he took a nervous glance at the empty pizza boxes
which rested under Nagis desk. Brad could have sworn that something
glared back at him from within. Who knew what the teen breeded in there?
Those boxes looked positively ancient.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" Nagi had suddenly appeared
out of thin air and made Crawford jump in surprise. He growled inwardly at
himself: 'Get a grip on you, will you, Brad!'
"What the hell got into your pants, you're all antsy? Did your stocks fall or
something?" Nagi strolled into the room and dropped himself on the bed.
Inwardly, Crawford counted from ten backwards to keep his cool before he
asked through gritted teeth: "Have you seen the Twister game?"
"Maybe." Nagi picked the peeling black paint on his fingernails.
"Yes or no, you little slob." Brad folded his arms in front of his chest.
In an instant Nagi was on his feet and in Brad's face. His eyes glowed
aggressively: "What did you call me?"
'Oh no, you little punk.' Brad leaned forward so that his nose
almost touched that of the teen. "How old are you?" Crawford's voice was
thick as honey.
"Sixteen, ojii-san." Nagi spat back.
"And would you like to be seventeen one day?" Brad's voice was still very
polite, it produced goose-bumps on Nagi's skin but he answered: "Yeah."
Although it sounded much more uncertain.
"Then answer my question." The voice shifted into icy cold and the sunlight
which streamed in through the half lowered blinds reflected in Brad's
glasses.
"Or what? You think you can take me on?" Nagi shot back.
"Fine." Brad propped himself up to full height. "Allowance cut off for the
next month." Brad stated and turned on his heels.
Nagi's mouth fell open: "You can't do that."
"Guess what? I can." Brad moved into the hall.
"You asshole." Nagi shouted after him.
"Two month!" Crawford retorted and walked calmly towards the stairs.
"Here, you fucker!" The Twister set hit Brad squarely in the back. Crawford
ignored the twinge of pain and picked up the object of his desire.
"Thank you. That makes it three month. Oh, and before I forget it, you are
going to the movies tonight, my treat – make it a double feature. Take
Farfarello with you. Come back before midnight and you won't see another
yen until you are twenty." Brad felt very pleased with himself.
"I hate you!" The door of Nagi's room slammed shut.
"Behold the power of money." Brad chuckled to himself. He pressed Twister
to his chest and whistled "Money Talk" while he moved downstairs to make
final preparations for the upcoming session of games night.
TBC
btw: ojii-san = grandpa
Preview: A broke, angry telekinetic with an attitude and a knife
swaying maniac unleashed on Tokyo by night, can you spell trouble? What
will they do and who will they encounter?
Well, that's another potential sequel called "Hide and Seek". ..or Games
Night III.
However, Twister has been found but will it be used? Will Ran show up and
thus Brad's darkest desires be fulfilled? Find it out in the next and first
chapter of: Twister or Games Night II