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Arc 4/?

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"You're sure that Weiß knows we're going to be here?" Schuldrich queried, running a hand absently through his reddish hair, as he glanced over at his dark-haired companion.

Crawford snorted disdainfully. "Of course. The three Weiss members: Abyssinian, Balinese and Siberian are on their way as we speak."

"And I take it the little Bombay kitten is staying home..." Schuldrich smirked, amused.

"Hn. Nagi should be taking care of that... situation.. as we speak as well."

"Yeah, that's true, too." The German replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "This night is going to be very interesting. With Weiß thinking that Takatori is going to be there, only for the them to find out that this was all a trap to lure the unsuspecting little kittens into our lair. This is going to be a most amusing night to remember, indeed!" Schuldrich let out a laugh, causing him to receive a glare of annoyance from his American companion.

"You really are determined to ruin my mood aren't you?" Schuldrich muttered, turning his head to look out the window.

"..." Was Crawford's silent reply.

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Of the afternoon's storm, there was nothing left behind but a light misting rain falling upon Tokyo.

Nagi stopped in front of the Koneko no Suma Ie, where Weiß thought that their secret hiding place 'was' a secret.

Nagi surveyed the area carefully, before moving to walk silently into the alley that ran alongside of the Koneko. A few meters down the alley, was a door. Judging from the floor plans that the youngest Schwartz member had gotten a hold of to memorize, this door would lead him into the rear living quarters of the building.

Allowing himself a faint smile to curl the edges of his lips, Nagi lifted one of his hands and tested the doorknob. It was locked, but that made no difference to the small telekinetic, as he sent a thin thread of power through the locking mechanism which caused the lock to pop open and the door to swing open into the foyer of the apartment.

Nagi took several cautious steps into the apartment. Hopefully, things were going properly as to Crawford's plan, and all of Weiß would be out of the house, save for Bombay.

Looking around, without moving, there was no sound in the apartment. Still being careful, Nagi padded without a sound towards the part of the apartment that was designated as the sleeping area.

The last door on the right, his mind noted, that was where the target was.

Taking the last few steps to the door way, he pushed open the door, cautious not to make a sound.

On the far wall of the small bedroom, was the bed. There was a small movement as the bed's occupant sought to get comfortable.

Moving to the room, Nagi paused beside Omi's bed, watching the older boy sleep, with lips slightly parted with a light breath passing through them.

Nagi turned to face the door sharply as it was thrown open behind him quickly.

Standing in the doorway with a gun in hand was a tall, red-haired woman glaring angrily at him.

"Get away from the boy, Schwartz!" She demanded, the barrel of the gun trained at his heart.

Nagi gazed at her expressionlessly. "You must be that Kritiker woman. No matter, I came for Bombay." Nagi said, as Omi grunted softly in his sleep as Nagi used his power to lift the other boy into his cradled awaiting arms.

"Let him go! I'll kill you!" She demanded, taking a step forward.

Nagi raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. You would have to take the risk of harming Bombay. But, for some reason, I don't think that that problem worries you too much."

"You're right. Any chance to kill a Schwartz... Shine!" The woman yelled as she squeezed the trigger of the gun.

The red-haired woman's eyes widened in horror as the bullet stopped in mid-air about half a meter away from the dark haired teenager. She made a surprised noise.

"You see, there's nothing that you can do to stop me with your feeble arsenal." Nagi replied, with amusement as suddenly the window crashed open with glass raining all over the floor in a shower. Nagi jumped carefully out on to the fire escape smiling ironically at the woman who tried to follow them as she was hit with a blast of Nagi's mental energy and slammed into the wall opposite of the broken window, her body slumped over, unconscious.

Now there was no obstacles in Naoe Nagi's way, as he tightened his grip on the older Weiß member and headed off into the night to where Nagi had been told to hide Bombay until the other Schwartz members had finished their business with the other three Weiß people.

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"I don't like the looks of this. The meeting should have begun nearly half an hour ago, and yet there's no signs of Takatori or his goons anywhere." Yohji complained, irritated.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Mr. Takatori was never coming here in the first place. You Weiß are so easy to lead into a trap!" A familiar voice chuckled from above.

The three Weiß members looked up sharply to see Schuldrich crouching upon the overhead catwalk, peering down at them with amusement.

"Schuldrich!"

Schuldrich smirked, as he stood, offering a mocking bow, before taking a graceful leap and jumping off of the catwalk to land easily several meters away from the battle ready Aya, Ken and Yohji.

"I'd like to say that it's so nice to see you all again, but then I'm afraid that's not exactly true." The henna-haired man declared, leaning against a metal post, almost relaxedly.

"What were you talking about, regarding a trap." Aya demanded, sounding none too happy about missing a possible chance to murder his enemy, Takatori Reiji.

"We might as well tell them, seeing as our job is already finished here." Replied another voice, as a tell dark haired man stepped out of the shadows from behind Schuldrich. It was Brad Crawford.

"Hmmm.... Well, you see... In you three coming here to Kyoto, you left behind something very valuable that Mr. Takatori has want of, and left him unguarded. Nagi went to your little 'flower shop', cute little place by the way..." Schuldrich threw them an amused smirk, as he moved to stand on the other side of Crawford, crossing his arms over his chest.

The three Weiß members looked horrified as he realized what the older man was talking about.

"Omi!" Both Ken and Yohji chorused, sounding both angry and concerned. Aya said nothing, but proceeded to give the Schwartz members his trademark death glare.

"Will you let me kill them?" A third voice queried in a low tone, as Farfarello crouched at Schuldrich's feet, sounding almost hopeful, as the silver-haired young man ran his blade lightly over his scarred cheek, his single amber eye staring with almost cat-like eeriness at Weiß.

Crawford sighed almost disdainfully at the crouching teen. "Go ahead, Schuldrich and I are leaving. Farfarello, distract Weiß until we get away, then return to the location we agreed upon earlier. Understood?"

Farfarello smiled slowly in almost an insane manner, the latter of which there was no doubt of that he was quite insane.

"I must destroy Weiß... it will hurt God. Then... I will return as you ask." The silver-haired teen agreed, standing up.

Schuldrich snickered. "Don't forget, Farfie. Play nice."

Farfarello glared momentarily at the psychic before returning his attention upon Weiß.

"As much as we'd like to stay and watch the festivities, we have to go and secure your little Bombay. Ja!" Schuldrich called after him as both he and Crawford turned and ran out of the building.

Farfarello snickered as he noted the indecision upon two of the three Weiß member's faces, the other continued to glare at him, promising death.

"I just got one thing to say right now. "Yohji muttered, as he pulled out a length of his monofilament wire. "This really sucks!"

"Yohji?" Ken asked, releasing his bugnuks, glancing at the oldest Weiss member.

"Yeah?"

"Please do us the pleasure of shutting up?"

Yohji made an indignant noise, but none-the-less snapped his mouth closed.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that night's that this was going to be a very long night.