Nagi's savior

Warnings/notes : slight humor, slightly weird, Schwarz + Nagi (kind of), Nagi + ?

Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz.

written at 19th may 2003, by Misura

Parts of this story have some resemblance to 'Melted icecream', a Gravitation-fanfic I wrote.

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Nagi was slouched on the couch in front of the TV, looking like he had every intention of staying there for the rest of the day.

Schuldich had wondered about it briefly, but shrugged it off.

It's too hot to think in here anyway.

"What are you doing here, Nagi? Is the assignment I gave you already done?" Crawford demanded, walking in with a frown on his face.

Even Brad looks a bit heated. Or is that his temper showing up?

"Nah." Nagi replied. Even Farfarello had to blink at that.

'Nah'? What kind of answer is that?

If that's intended to get Crawford mad at him, I couldn't have thought of any better thing to say.

"Why aren't you working on it then?" Crawford managed to keep his voice calm.

Hah, if it'd have been me, he'd be yelling at me.

"Because." Nagi shrugged.

Crawford raised an eyebrow, his eyes asking for a continuation of that sentence.

"Because it's *hot* in my computer-room and I'm melting in there. So I'm not going to do anything until it's cooled down again only I'm still hot now and I WANT ICECREAM!" Nagi whined.

Schuldich did a reality-check, pinching his arm.

Nope, it's true. Nagi, cool, controlled Nagi is *whining*.

And he's refusing to go near his pc.

"Didn't we buy some only two days ago? Two liter packs, if I recall correctly."

"Farfarello ate all of it." Nagi pouted.

Three pairs of eyes glared at the irishman, who grinned nervously.

"Eating ice-cream when it's hot and you want it hurts God?" he tried. Schuldich snickered.

"Well, why don't you take a nice, cold glass of milk instead?" Crawford suggested.

Oooh, great proposal, Brad. You're such a genius.

"I don't want milk. I don't want a drink. I want ice-cream."

"I will get you some, Nagi. Just wait here!" Farfarello rose and headed for the door, grabbing one of his knives on the way.

Schuldich narrowed his eyes.

Anyone going out there in *this* kind of weather must be crazy.

Oh. I guess that allows for Farfarello.

Crawford's frown deepened. "I don't think that's a very good idea. I'll go."

Hmmmm, now why would Crawford do that?

Just because Nagi's probably going to be very grateful to the person bringing him ice-cream?

Hmmmmmmmm.

"I'll go too." Schuldich declared. "I'm much better at finding ice-cream for poor Nagi than all of you. Don't fret, Nagi, you'll have your ice-cream in no time!"

As his three team-members struggled ot get through the door all at the same time, Nagi sighed and returned his attention to the TV-screen that showed a glacier covered in snow.

I wish I was there. At least then I wouldn't be so hot and sticky anymore.

~tbc~