This Is Not America by Tanith Night

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Fandom: Weiβ Kreuz

Pairings: Schuldig x Yohji

Warnings: Yaoi, Lime, Song Fic

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I own the world and everything in it, up to and including the boys from Weiss Kreuz. Why am I in a room with padded walls and oh, what an interesting jacket.

Author's Notes: This story takes place after Defecating Ecstasy. A request by Axya, I hope you like it. Words and music by David Bowie and Pat Metheny. The song first appeared as a bonus track on the Tonight Album.

This is not America, sha la la la la

Yohji and Schuldig emerged from the room two days later. Ten steps down the stairs Yohji stopped Crawford, Farfarello, and Nagi gathered at the bottom while Schuldig remained near the top landing.

A little piece of you

The little peace in me

Will die [This is not a miracle]

For this is not America

The five sat 'round the table as Crawford spoke of the talents known as Healers. Farfarello laid his bandage arm upon the table. Carefully he unwrapped his arm, once again placing it on the table. Nagi arranged various knives to the left of the scarred arm.

Blossom fails to bloom

This season

Promise not to stare

Too long [This is not America]

For this is not the miracle

Farfarello dragged a blade across his skin with just enough pressure for beads of blood to emerge from below. Yohji's hands hovered above the self inflicted wound as he concentrated. Easily it sealed.

There was a time

A storm that blew so pure

For this could be the biggest sky

And I could have

The faintest idea

The next was deeper. Minutes later it too was healed. The third was deeper and longer exposing the inner workings of the arm. It was too much. Calmly Schuldig brushed Yohji's bangs back and whispered in his ear.

[For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la

This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la la]

Snowman melting

From the inside

Falcon spirals

To the ground [This could be the biggest sky]

So bloody red

Tomorrow's clouds

Deep within Farfarello's arm muscle slid together, then tissue, and finally the skin leaving a thin white line as the only evidence of the knife's point.

A little piece of you

The little piece in me

Will die [This could be a miracle]

For this is not America

Schuldig stood taking Yohji with him as he guided them both over to the couch. Sitting down Yohji automatically followed. Placing his head in Schuldig's lap he closed his eyes drifting off.

There was a time

A wind that blew so young

For this could be the biggest sky

And I could have the faintest idea

Schuldig drew his fingers through Yohji's hair, relaxing him and sending him further into dreamland. They remained that way for the next few hours.

[For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la

This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la

This is not america, no, this is not

This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la]