Title: The Soft War
Author: Sybil Rowan
Summary: Schwarz and Schreient dabbles just like what I did with Days of the Black Scream. Should be thirteen in all, finished on March 25, 2012.
Author's Notes: This is for my husband's birthday since he has a fondness for both groups.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz, its names and characters belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiss, Marine Entertainment and Animate Film.
Beta Reader: My awesome husband WingedPanther73!
Description: Nagi almost has a nightmare, but Crawford wakes him up for a good reason.
augury \AW-gyuh-ree\ , noun:
1. The art or practice of foretelling events; divination.
2. An omen; prediction; prognostication; indication of the future.
Nagi jarred awake at three heavy thuds on his bedroom door. He yanked back the covers, threw on his robe, and cracked the door open. He kept his eyes averted when he saw Crawford standing in the hallway wearing his own navy pajamas and robe.
"I woke you again. I'm so sorry," Nagi said softly, heart racing. He was dying to know what the American clairvoyant had foreseen this time, but still, he was a little too in awe and embarrassed to inquire.
Crawford patted Nagi on the shoulder and said, "I'll make us some tea..."
"Me too?" Schuldig called from the other end of the hallway.
"Did I wake you?" Nagi asked, noting the German telepath was rubbing his temples furiously.
"Not a big deal," Schuldig claimed, being uncharacteristically generous.
"We have a big day tomorrow, so I want us all alert," Crawford said, pushing his glasses high on his nose.
"Those Schreient wenches again! I'm sick of them lurking in your office," Schuldig griped. Nagi knew Schuldig was really out of sorts to pass up an opportunity to harass Masafumi Takatori's women-assassins.
"Let's get some tea and unwind," Crawford insisted. They went to the living room where Farfarello sat cross legged in front of the television, shoveling in spoonfuls of oat meal. Nagi noted the game show he was glued to and sighed. There was so much shouting, screaming, groans. He wondered if that noise would have started to filter into his subconscious and cause a dream. After all, this wasn't the first time Crawford had abruptly woken him up right before he started dreaming about his parents.
When they hit the kitchen, Crawford started a kettle. Nagi sat at the table, pondering what Crawford had foreseen. Schuldig read Nagi's thoughts easily and perched on the counter by the stove. Nagi felt his face flush horribly as Schuldig started cackling. "Tell him already, Brad. He's going nuts trying to figure out the premonition that drove you out of bed."
Crawford turned to Nagi, a wry smirk twisted his lips. "You were going to have a nightmare. You would have caused an earthquake with your particular talent and killed us all."