A/N: Hrmm.well, this is one of my first attempts at writing fan fiction in
general. Considering most of the roleplaying I do involves either..lots
and lots of angst, or Yohji in a coconut bra.be prepared.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Weiß Kreuz and it's characters are copyright their respective owners. This fic **point** is the product of Zakul (the angst muse) and Rune (the yaoi muse) getting along. Blame them.
Blood and Silk
Prologue
Another day. One more mindless excuse for living. Giving an audible groan, the lithe German rolled off his bed, hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. A persistent slamming against the door of his closet confirmed his suspicions that his Irish co-worker was already wide-awake, and as usual, impeccably irritable. Bright emerald eyes focused upon the source of the noise, attempting to wake the rest of their body with incessant blinks. However unsuccessful they were, Schuldich rose from the polished floor a few moments later, slim, muscled thighs flexing languorously to movement. Padding over to the oak door and turning the handle slowly, he immediately ducked to the side to avoid a particularly annoyed Farfarello.
"Oi, Farfarello! It's too fuckin' early to be making attempts at my life."
A slow smirk spread across the Irishman's face, and the maddening attempts at releasing himself stilled. Single golden eye gazed anxiously at Schuldich's dexterous digits, quickly working at the restraint straps of the ivory white straight jacket. Positioning one arm underneath the curve of the boy's spine, he released the final restraints on Farfarello's ankles, allowing him to drop into the waiting grasp. Upon setting him down, Schuldich looked the boy over. The lone black eye patch that Farfarello wore was rested untidily against his left eyebrow, exposing the bony hollow where his left eye would have been. Schuldich had a system with the Irishman; he didn't ask, and Farfarello didn't charge him through with a stray piece of rebar. He'd already seen one man make that mistake. Adjusting the patch to sufficiently cover the gaping hole, Schuldich gave Farfarello's hair a final muss, and left the boy to his own devices.
Muttering to himself, the German telepath continued his daily routine; a brush was run through fine silken strands, soon to be topped off with a bright yellow band. Crimson shades were placed atop, and a pair of pale slacks donned, set atop ebon boots. Ribbed white polo became concealed within double breasted jade overcoat. A familiar albino peered across the room at him, dressed in a sleeveless violet shirt and black bondage pants, red straps securely fastened to equally dark boots. A heavy, but not unpleasant Irish accent spoke, thick with quizzicality.
"Where're we goin', Schu? Tis too nice a day to let God enjoy it all to himself.we should pay our kittens a visit."
Schuldich gave a little nod, stepping forward enough to place himself behind Farfarello. It would be a good idea to give the members of Weiß or the 'kittens' as the Irishman preferred, a reason to be on their toes Pushing the door of his room open, he strode into the lavishly decorated hallway, gliding effortlessly past the remaining duo of Schwarz. Walking out into the warmth of the sunny day, he tightened the grip he had on Farfarello's leash, and set off down the sidewalk, browsing casually through the minds of it's occupants.
"Farfarello, I do believe that you're right. We shall go pay the kittens a visit, and see if any have strayed too far from mother.."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Weiß Kreuz and it's characters are copyright their respective owners. This fic **point** is the product of Zakul (the angst muse) and Rune (the yaoi muse) getting along. Blame them.
Blood and Silk
Prologue
Another day. One more mindless excuse for living. Giving an audible groan, the lithe German rolled off his bed, hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. A persistent slamming against the door of his closet confirmed his suspicions that his Irish co-worker was already wide-awake, and as usual, impeccably irritable. Bright emerald eyes focused upon the source of the noise, attempting to wake the rest of their body with incessant blinks. However unsuccessful they were, Schuldich rose from the polished floor a few moments later, slim, muscled thighs flexing languorously to movement. Padding over to the oak door and turning the handle slowly, he immediately ducked to the side to avoid a particularly annoyed Farfarello.
"Oi, Farfarello! It's too fuckin' early to be making attempts at my life."
A slow smirk spread across the Irishman's face, and the maddening attempts at releasing himself stilled. Single golden eye gazed anxiously at Schuldich's dexterous digits, quickly working at the restraint straps of the ivory white straight jacket. Positioning one arm underneath the curve of the boy's spine, he released the final restraints on Farfarello's ankles, allowing him to drop into the waiting grasp. Upon setting him down, Schuldich looked the boy over. The lone black eye patch that Farfarello wore was rested untidily against his left eyebrow, exposing the bony hollow where his left eye would have been. Schuldich had a system with the Irishman; he didn't ask, and Farfarello didn't charge him through with a stray piece of rebar. He'd already seen one man make that mistake. Adjusting the patch to sufficiently cover the gaping hole, Schuldich gave Farfarello's hair a final muss, and left the boy to his own devices.
Muttering to himself, the German telepath continued his daily routine; a brush was run through fine silken strands, soon to be topped off with a bright yellow band. Crimson shades were placed atop, and a pair of pale slacks donned, set atop ebon boots. Ribbed white polo became concealed within double breasted jade overcoat. A familiar albino peered across the room at him, dressed in a sleeveless violet shirt and black bondage pants, red straps securely fastened to equally dark boots. A heavy, but not unpleasant Irish accent spoke, thick with quizzicality.
"Where're we goin', Schu? Tis too nice a day to let God enjoy it all to himself.we should pay our kittens a visit."
Schuldich gave a little nod, stepping forward enough to place himself behind Farfarello. It would be a good idea to give the members of Weiß or the 'kittens' as the Irishman preferred, a reason to be on their toes Pushing the door of his room open, he strode into the lavishly decorated hallway, gliding effortlessly past the remaining duo of Schwarz. Walking out into the warmth of the sunny day, he tightened the grip he had on Farfarello's leash, and set off down the sidewalk, browsing casually through the minds of it's occupants.
"Farfarello, I do believe that you're right. We shall go pay the kittens a visit, and see if any have strayed too far from mother.."