| Part 8 Brad walked along the barely-lit corridor to their new hotel room. He�d just come back from a photo shoot and was quietly walking behind his lover, preparing for the oncoming argument. Farferello moved quietly; he hadn�t spoke to him all day and when he was quiet, Brad knew he was seriously pissed off. Moving to the side of the door an amber eye watched Brad as he opened it, moving, he allowed Farferello in before closing and locking it behind him. �Look Jei�let�s not argue about this� Farferello turned his blazing amber orb on him, lip curling up in a brief snarl. �Argue Bradley? FUCKING ARGUE! OF COURSE NOT!� He sat on the bed and chewed his lip, nails digging into the palm of his hand as he twitched, desperately wanting his knife. As his knees started to shudder from rage he stood up. �Why would I want to argue when my lover�s just been felt up for most of the day!� he paced the room, pulling off his coat as his hands curled and uncurled from fists. �It�s not my fault, you know it�s the photographer�� he didn�t get to finish. �Fuck the photographer! I can�t believe this�. We�re a group. A GROUP, DAMN IT! But no, you and Schu get pictures taken together. You, he, and Nagi get pictures together, and I get singles. I can count how many pictures were taken of me on one hand. I can count how many were taken of me and the kid on two and you and Schuldig! �Why bother�� he paced again before slumping to sit on the bed, hands scratching the sheets, still fuming. Right now he wanted his knives. He�d teach Takatori and that bastard photographer a lesson for allowing Schuldig to fawn his lover. At the shoot, things had started out ok. Their had been two group shots, he, far away from Brad as usual and then he�d had about three pictures taken for the rest of the day, he could have gone back to the hotel he was ignored that much�well except when they wanted drinks made. He�d had to watch the next two hours whilst Brad and Schu had been photographed together, with Nagi ever so often. He admitted he wasn�t good looking like the other two and Nagi was cute in his own genki way, but the photographer didn�t have to ram it in his face. Apparently people liked Brad and Schu the most and what people wanted they got. But the magazine article was about the band as a whole not on how cute they were. But in the media world it didn�t matter. They�d even been told of a new band, the manager Manx was Takatori�s main rival, and he�d wanted as much coverage as possible. Now not only did he have fangirls, Schuldig and Takatori to deal with he also had a band �Weiss Kreuz� to deal with. He�d laughed at first. A band named white cross? Were they bloody mad! If he saw them he vowed to make their life hell, they deserved it with �cross� in their name�it dealt to closely with god and boy was he cursing him right now. �Piece of damn� oh fuck it to Hades� Farferello mumbled. He laid an arm over his face and sighed. Things weren�t going his way. After last week�s fiasco, things had gotten better. Schuldig appeared to have given up on Brad, didn�t appear interested but over the shoot he had fawned over him more than necessary. He smelt something fishy going on, but, when he�d tried to tell Takatori, he was told to stop being so stupid and jealous and make the tea for the thirsty workers. Looking up at the ceiling, he sighed and then leant into the gentle stroke of fingers through his hair. He turned to peer at Brad, still angry, but he couldn�t blame him. �Please Jei�don�t let it get to you, this is just a bunch of shit for popularity. It doesn�t mean a thing even if people thing it does, you mean a lot to me not anything else�. He sat down, and Farferello crawled into his lap. �But why does it have to have Schuldig grope you almost, I wouldn�t have minded otherwise.� In all honesty he was use to it, but the thing that had hurt him was Schuldig being allowed to fawn over his man like a lovesick puppy. The hand in his hair moved to his side and pulled him up so his head was tucked under Brad�s chin. �The photo�s mean nothing, it�s just a way of getting people to buy the magazine. You know that, you were never this bad at the last photo shoot.� Farferello mumbled. �That was with the screamers, and they weren�t trying to cop a feel at the time.� He laid his head back and tried to stop thinking of how good it would feel to chop the photographer into tiny bits then feed him to Schuldig as stew. �I won�t do anything but if any more happens I�m gonna tell them. I know we said we wouldn�t but I�m sick of it. I�d rather be chucked out of the group than to watch him grope you again.� Brad nodded. �I know Jei, and I�ll help if this happens again�. He was also sick of it, sick of almost losing Farferello because he looked good with Schuldig. Which in his mind was odd. He found the more respectable nature of him contrast perfectly with the less sane, darker look of Farferello, and they�re physical looks, silver and black hair contrasting eyes and appearance. He thought that was more exotic than that of a red-headed German. He shook his head and hugged Farferello again before letting go. �Room service�?� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile, in his room shared with Nagi, Schuldig was smirking to himself as he slipped his pre-ordered coffee. Although he knew nothing of the before relationship, he grinned at how pissed off Farferello looked. He assumed it to be jealousy that Brad�s attention wasn�t on him and thought that Farferello had a secret crush *how little did he know* and he laughed, earning him a glare from Nagi who was lying on his bed, legs crossed at the ankles. He had paid the photographer two hundred bucks in order to get himself some groping time, and, though Brad had tried to fend him off, he just KNEW Brad wanted him. Smirking to himself, he slipped his coffee, planning his next course of action. Nagi continued to type at his computer as he thought over the day and how angry Farferello seemed at not being near Brad. /I wonder if something�s going on? / He stopped typing and thought� /Nahhhhhhhh/ |