Schwarz Blitz 1

By: Makoto Almasy

Rating: PG13/R

Summary: Weiß Kreuz/SM. While having a life in Osaka, Makoto's life easily loses its boredom and becomes full of action (and trouble). She realises that there are mysterious men who have taken an interest in her.

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz doesn't belong to me.

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Kino Makoto had a subtle scowl drawn all over her face while her fingers tapped in a repetitive rhythm against the long glass of orange juice. She couldn't stop thinking so much tonight, especially in this place. Makoto had been living in Osaka for about a month now and these days she had been suffering classic homesickness. Why did she bother leaving Juuban in the first place?

That was the regretful question she kept on asking herself tonight as she stared at her half filled drink.

Juuban had no lively atmosphere like it used to during Makoto's schooldays. The town had become too quiet. People had lost their will to be happy or to spend time with their friends through sleepovers. This was what drove her to leave the town and move to somewhere like Osaka. She had heard there were lots of job opportunities here. She chose to not study at a university like the others. How could she? She wasn't as successful as her friends were. Ami had a placement in Germany to study a doctorate. Usagi had married Mamoru and moved to America to live together. Minako and Rei had a new contract with a music company and started a duet career.

It clearly seemed that everyone had moved on in their lives whilst Makoto had nothing exciting to do. None of the colleges had any more placements in Home Economics and the only solution left to survive was to get a job. Makoto did manage to find a part-time job in a local café but the starting pay was lousy. She had a strong feeling she wasn't going to last long in this post even if it was for less than two months. Her workaholic personality insisted that she kept this job until the time was right to move on to find a better career for her.

Well though she had bravely decided to stay with this job temporarily, Makoto had to also devise leisure activities to cheer her up; especially at night. Hell, she had had tiny cravings to fight more people and nine times out of ten her wish came true every night. Each evening involved a punch or kick to the weak parts of the opponent and then a quiet journey back home to celebrate her victory. So far ten robbers tried to grab her wallet but they were blind to her true ability and ended up with black eyes and no cash. She should work as a policewoman, shouldn't she? It wouldn't be surprising to find that this town were full of robbers who didn't know the proper technique of a forward punch or a roundhouse kick. In other words she had a hunch this town was full of stupid fighters.

It would be great to have a long-lasting fight for a change. She needed to be given something to do. A challenge. Sure she did a lot of chores in the café though they didn't have the same feel as fighting. Whoa she sounded like she had become a big bully. A contrast to who she was in school where she fought against bullies. Her goody two shoes side insisted that she kept aggressive behaviour a secret and not let anyone know what she could do. The last thing she needed was being the intimidating sort towards the public. Makoto vigorously swallowed the rest of her orange juice, picked up the empty glass and headed towards the bartender to pay.

Her moodiness affected her normal hearing level as she paid most of her attention in getting the money out from her inside leather jacket. The night was still early. Fighter senses begun to tell her she had to be on the lookout for trouble when it came. Her sensitivity always kicked in wherever she went. It was automatic in her system. But it was a worthwhile tool though. At least it kept her alert most of the time.

Makoto passed the empty glass to the bartender and then her notes, "Keep the change." She didn't pay attention to the surprised expression on the bartender's face as she turned away to leave.

"Hmm…not alcoholic, are you?" A man asked her. Startled by the new voice, Makoto glanced to the other direction to see who was talking to her. The talker had outrageously orangey red hair that was about the same length as her natural brunette strands when not in a ponytail. From smelling his breath distantly and looking at the tall empty glass by his hand, Makoto was certain he had too much to drink tonight and was generally a pathetic drunkard who had hentai ideas. How many drinks did he have? Maybe three glasses, she guessed.

Hearing the sarcasm in the man's voice gave her the impression he was making fun of her just because she didn't drink strong alcohol like most peers her age would. Did he think she was underage and wanted to dare her into drinking highly alcoholic beverages that could damage your livers? Or was he just trying to piss her off? Huffing in offence, Makoto stormed off, unhappy with the teasing from the unknown gentleman.

She didn't have to look back to see him smiling ridiculously from his own joke. Why was it that people mocked you if you didn't act like them in the same social way? So what if she wasn't alcoholic! Makoto was in no mood to be teased. She could have punched that bastard in the face but it wouldn't make a difference. She was too moody to fight Ignore him...ignore that.... Her angry mind cursed on and on while she exited.

You just called me a drunken bastard. Nice Schuldig read the brunette girl's mind briefly. That girl was easy to piss off. She was definitely the sensitive type of person. Sensitive people made mind games fun for the Mastermind. He was surprised by her unusually tall height for a woman and had no heels on at all. As she slowly distanced away from him, Schuldig went deeper into her thoughts. Let's see what makes you moody The German decided.

It didn't take him long to get the necessary information on this rude girl. He was surprised that most of her mind had clouds of violence, aggression and plenty of fighting beliefs. Well that explained her bad temper. Was this a fifth assassin of Weiß? Ha, as if a woman could be anything like those pretty Weiss boys. Dream on, Schuldig. He found it enjoyable to read the violent side of this girl. She was totally rough. It looked like she had a lot on her mind.

"Schuldig?" Bradley Crawford's recognisable tone interrupted the German's mind reading. Watching the Japanese girl eventually disappear from the bar, Schuldig turned back to the American (who had just returned from his quick trip to the men's room). Crawford had his eyebrows arced upwards curiously. Oracle must have a clear idea on what Mastermind was up to.

Schuldig giggled sneakily, "I found something out about a girl I spoke to a minute ago."

"Oh," Crawford said. "Is it something I would be interested to know?"

"The girl is rough. Very…very rough," The German spoke slowly, empathising his adjectives bit by bit and smiling at each word said. Crawford snorted a little. He wasn't exactly impressed with what Schuldig had found out. So what if a girl was rough? Most women were rough because they were damn bossy and screamed their heads off in arguments. It was no surprise all females had a violent or bad-tempered side.

Crawford grimaced as he watched Schuldig getting excited over an aggressive female. He knew how the German around women he considered attractive. Even the opposite gender had their eyes on the foreigner when they spotted him and his American friend. Crawford pondered further about what Schuldig discovered about this Japanese girl. Surely he can't have found out so much about her in a minute of mind reading. Though it wasn't wise to underestimate his team members so often, was it? Perhaps he ought to let Schuldig have some fun for a change. After all Schwarz weren't always together so Crawford wasn't exactly an official leader all the time. However he still got ticked if Schuldig had silly ideas on having fun. It just bugged him.

"Crawford, she isn't like the sluts that come here and let themselves get drunk," The German explained. "This girl can really fight. Punch, kick, somersault…oh you name it." He laughed stupidly.

"What are you going to do now?" Oracle asked suspiciously, ignoring the stupid laughter from the German.

Schuldig jumped off his stool, his hands hiding in the pockets of his trousers as he casually stood up, "I'm going after her," He smirked playfully. "Perhaps introduce myself then do…something."

/Don't get too caught up in your fun, Schuldig and forgot who we really are/ The American warned. The German rolled his eyes boringly then replied /Not too worry, daddy. I'll be a good boy/. A wink was what he added to finalise his humorous comment.

Swirling on his white loafers, the telepath waved his hand behind him to Crawford and quietly left the busy bar. This was going to be fun. He hadn't been amused in a long time. The prostitutes he had seen these days in Osaka turned out to no fun at all. However this Japanese girl particularly struck him because she could stand on her own feet. Perhaps she would be a bigger challenge for Schuldig. He was undoubtedly confident this female had something to offer the German.

TBC