The Weiss Kreuz 100

Title: It's unlucky to harm a cat.
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig & Farfarello
Challenge: Superstition
Team: Schwarz
Rating: Gee
Word Count: 100
Series: Kniiiiiightu Huntaaaarru~

It's cold on the roof, and Schuldig, laying on his belly and propped up on his elbows, sighs behind his field glasses and fogs them up.
Farfarello laughs at him and sights down the barrel of a pistol at the flowershop window. When Schuldig glances at him, he sees in the irishman's mind, as though reflected in one golden eye, tempting targets moving about. First the small one arranging the display; oh, lucky boy, called back behind the counter. Now the tall lazy one, pushing back his hair and yawning.
"Nein," Schuldig tisks. "Unglück es gibt, eine Katze zu schädigen."

Title:
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig & Crawford
Team: Schwarz
Rating: Gee
Word Count: 100
Series: Knightu Huntarrs!

Schuldig hates lies. Promises he dislikes, because those tend to share breath with lies. Promises are therefore viewed with skepticism and like most things he dislikes, they result in immediate violence.
Crawford is therefore to be viewed as a very lucky man; Schuldig is in too much pain to rise and swing a fist and hasn't been in possession of his gun since Takatori threw it at his head.
Schuldig must content himself with scowling, and growling his own vow of future violence when Crawford says the horribly demeaning and offensive words: "I promise, he won't get away with this."

Title: It's his favorite time of night.
Characters/Pairings: Crawford & Schuldig, Farfarello
Team: Schwarz
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

It's his favorite time of night. Deep REM sleep starts taking over when his telepath's exhausted shields have just about reached their limit. Wherever he is Schuldig gets a bit of relief. Sometimes it's apparent in a gradual easing of his sleep-scowl, the sensation of clarity on the job, or a slow building enthusiasm that moves him from the bar to the dance floor. Tonight Schuldig falls asleep on the sofa, long legs sprawled within reach of Farfarello, who shows remarkable restraint in merely poking a toe to watch the twitch reaction. It's definitely Crawford's favorite time of night.

Title: Suitability Of Strategies And Tactics To Situation
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig/ukn.
Rating/Type: PG-13
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100

Rosenkreuz wasn't a charm school, but there were things a guy wouldn't do with another guy's mouth unless absolutely necessary.

Schuldig was pinned against the wall, not entirely without his consent though he'd been complaining constantly since the first touch. The kick to spread his legs had hurt his ankles, the grip around his wrists was too tight and cut off circulation to his fingers, the hand trying to enter his pants was laughably clumsy and, by the way, the guards were coming.

The first kiss had been absolutely necessary to shut him up, as would every kiss to come.

Title: The capsules, they do nothing!
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig vs Rosenkreuz
Team: Schwarz
Rating: gee...
Word Count: 100
Series: pre-series


On rainy days he sneaks the medicines he’s pretended to ingest out of his tattered mattress and strolls through the exercise yard, fingers ejecting them one by one through the hole inside his pocket.
The pills are supposed to make him “feel better”.
Schuldig figures he feels pretty good already, and if he felt any better he might just explode with joy or something equally dangerous.
It’s better for everyone if he deals with the mysterious pills in this way.
Unless someday they’re attacked by giant mutant worms or weeds or something-- which still might make him feel pretty good.

Title: Like spitting in the rain
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig & Crawford & tPTB
Team: Schwarz
Rating: gee...
Word Count: 100
Series: Kapital~
Author's Notes: Rain on your wedding day *isn't* ironic, dammat! But it is one hell of an omen...


Schuldig spits from the high shelter of the covered balcony and watches the storm drench the street below. It makes him ache, makes him angry, makes work and play a royal pain in the ass.
"Are umbrellas designed to dump water in the fucking car? Perfectly designed to aim it right in your fucking face as you're getting up, or lap as you're getting in?"
Crawford pushes his glasses up with one finger, eyes remaining focused on the computer screen. "Perhaps someone is trying to tell you something."
Schuldig sneers, "Right." Eyes roll and arms cross, "What, learn to swim?"

Title: He loathes me, he loathes me not...
Characters/Pairings: Schuldig/Fujimiya
Team: Schwarz
Rating: L for laaaaaame. O for obtuse?
Word Count: 100


Scarlet marks appear on Aya's cheek; his lashes flutter, brow furrows. Three vivid blots, four, five, are not enough to rouse him from unconsciousness, which is not Schuldig's goal. The swordsman is more fun this way. With a put-upon sigh the telepath pauses his dismemberment of rose and psyche, twirling the limp stem between long fingers.

"Ja, Crawfort. ..."

Blue eyes roll toward the warehouse skylight and he rises, reluctantly obedient as petals drift down to tickle Aya's throat.

"Ähmmmm. ... Nein, Crawfort."

Scaffolding creaks as Schuldig departs, the denuded rose stem falling to dusty concrete in his wake.