Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Weiss Kreuz. I think I pay more
attention to it than the creators though.
Dedication: This fanfic was a request by Suou!
Note: Now then, if you guys out there want a fic like this, just ask me! I have nothing to do this summer! Give me ideas! (Preferably with a short summary. ^.^;;) I like to write, so don't think it's any trouble. It keeps me thinking!
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Something New
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Good morning clear blue sky!
Good morning birdies out my window!
Good morning grass and trees in our flat's yard!
Good morning lemonade stand at the end of the street!
And good morning to, you, practically empty house!!
The rush of happy thoughts this morning made my mind reel. It was a delightful feeling, really. It's a feeling that makes me want to hug somebody, run outside naked, and then buy all the lemonade from the little girls who sell it on the street corner. Sometimes, needless to say, that feeling could lead to some pretty nasty stuff. In other words: unknowingly drinking unsweetened lemonade. God, it's gross when those girls do that! I'd rather go drink motor oil.
Instead of motor oil though, I thought it best to appease my already hyper mind with some coffee. So, jumping up from my extremely cozy bed, I ran to my dresser, combed my hair and put it back in a maroon scrunchy, and proceeded to run into the kitchen. In the process I somehow managed to trip four times and run face-first into a wall. Of course, with the thought of coffee combined with my happy mood, I was entirely invulnerable to any pain like a certain Irishman I know and love.
The thought of Farfarello immediately brought me out of my joyous lalaland and into a similar one filled with disgustingly cute puppies and kitties, flowers, candy, and an unusual mountain of ice cream.
With the way my mind thought, you might expect me to be in that cell instead of Farfie.
So, forgetting my coffee, I trotted off into a particularly dark hallway. In my head the imaginary puppies and kitties began to cower. There, at the end of this hall way sat a door adorned with locks and bolts of all shapes and sizes. The only possible escape the occupant could make was through the large metal bars that covered a square hole in its metal. Now, what are the chances of him squeezing through? I highly doubt he would be able to get free. He had mastered getting out of a straightjacket, but metal bars were a different story.
I peered in to find that he was a sleep. I licked my bottom lip, grinning seductively. Surely Farfarello would like to have some fun with me today while Crawford and Nagi are away, no? I grabbed the skeleton keys from their notch on the wall. I was the only person who ever unlocked his door. Crawford had assigned me the job of 'caretaker' for him. I'm guessing it's only because he and Nagi are too scared. I've never seen anyone stay calm in his presence. I can understand why he finds it so unnerving. We can't even hold a conference without having our guest 'excuse' themselves for 'a moment'. I sighed and fit each key into their corresponding hole. After opening this door for nearly over a year, I had them memorized by now.
The clicking of each latch being unlocked must have woken him up because by the time I entered, he was sitting up in one of the corners. "They gone?" He asked simply in that beautiful accent. I nodded and sat down beside him. He turned so his back faced me, making it easier for me to undo his straightjacket. "They'll be gone for the rest of the week, actually. They had some business with someone important. At least that's what Crawford said. He told me we'd only make a bad impression so he said to stay behind," I replied. I scoffed. "He's so stuck up. If we switched bodies I'd have to wonder if he'd hate himself too."
He chuckled and shrugged his straightjacket off his shoulders. "Were we going to do anything today? I don't get out much, as you know." He turned back around to me and hugged me.
I brushed a hand through his snowy tresses and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, if you want to go out, I suggest you change." I looked him over. The only thing he wore was a pair of old white pants. Crawford made me ensure there was nothing on him that could open the door. Therefore, pockets were out of the question. I stood and offered him a hand which he graciously accepted.
"Can I change in your room?" He asked hesitantly, hand still in mine.
"Sure," I said and led him back to my room. I left the door open; it was too much trouble to reopen later.
I was about to enter my room with him, but he pushed me back. He winked and said, "Let me surprise you."
I raised a confused eyebrow at this but shrugged. "Why not," I said, pressing my back up against the wall by my room.
I waited a couple minutes before he came out. My eyes widened. My jaw dropped open. I felt faint. "Damn, you're hot!" I gasped.
He stood before me in a pair of floods I had bought him for one of his birthdays. They were black, like all the rest of his clothes, save for a few. They were quite heavy with zippers and bondage straps that hung in various places along his legs. And, to my amusement, he was wearing one of my old black wife beaters that clung tightly to his upper body. He also seemed to have been feeling creative. His lips were black and his eyelids shadowed the same. I wondered where he found my makeup because I had been looking for weeks. Besides the makeup, I was impressed that he managed to find all his piercing among the clutter in my room. Various pins, studs, and rings adorned his face; his lips, his ears, his eyebrows and I was guessing he found the one for his tongue. The shock lasted a couple more moments before I grabbed him into bone crushing hug.
"You're so sexy!!" I cried, flinging myself at him.
He smirked and hugged me back. The smirk remained when we pulled apart. "Where to?" he asked.
I tapped my chin; thinking. "I've never taken you to the mall. How does that sound? They have some really interesting things there. After all, it's best to try something new."
"Why not," he shrugged, "I'll go."
"Alright then." I took his hand and led him down the steps to the front door. I grabbed my keys from a table near the door, led him out, and locked the door.
I saw Farfarello's eyebrows knit together. "What, no car?" he asked.
I sighed. "Sorry, Crawford took the car to the meeting."
He nodded knowingly. "He's trying to keep us sheltered. We're like house cats to him or something. He takes the only car we have and leaves us with no transportation!"
I laughed. "Yep, he's a real asshole. I guess we'll just be roughing it then, huh?"
"Let's get going then."
He started out before me, small hips swinging in those tight, tight, floods. I just had this indescribable urge to spank him. Thinking better of it, I tagged along behind him. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. Last night had been a stressful job and I couldn't help feeling a little guilty that I had woken him up this morning. He turned back to me, and while walking backwards, asked something that my hormone muddled brain wouldn't register.
Realization dawned on me that he spoke and I snapped out of it. "Huh?" I asked dumbly.
"I asked how far it is from here," he repeated.
"Well, it may take us about thirty minutes. I've never timed it on foot," I said.
He looked as if he was going to say something, but a scream sounded behind him.
A little girl, about five or six, stood screaming in the middle of her yard. She ran up her porch and cried to her mother who was waiting by the door. She mumbled something that sounded like, "There's some scary people out here, mommy!!" The lady took one look at us and ushered her back into the house. She gave us one long, disturbed glare before going in herself.
"Well, that sure was interesting. I guess that little girl doesn't have very good taste in men!" I huffed.
He gave one short laugh at my comment and continued walking.
"With delays like that one, it will take us about an hour, Schu."
I ran beside him and pat his shoulder. "The important thing is that we get there without some angry father shooting us. Or worse, the old lady on the corner might want a go at us. Maybe I should introduce you," I teased.
"I'd rather die with dignity," he said chuckling. "Let's see," he said looking at his watch, "we have fifty-nine more minutes to go."
I took his hand again and rested my head on his shoulder. "Oh, just shut up and walk."
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Author's Notes: =D This is proving to be a fun hobby! I hope you guys are enjoying this so far. There's going to be more to come! So stay tuned! If any of you have suggestion or want a requested fanfic for yourselves, just ask. I'm bored this summer and I'd be glad to make some one-shots for you all! Ja!
Dedication: This fanfic was a request by Suou!
Note: Now then, if you guys out there want a fic like this, just ask me! I have nothing to do this summer! Give me ideas! (Preferably with a short summary. ^.^;;) I like to write, so don't think it's any trouble. It keeps me thinking!
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Something New
~
Good morning clear blue sky!
Good morning birdies out my window!
Good morning grass and trees in our flat's yard!
Good morning lemonade stand at the end of the street!
And good morning to, you, practically empty house!!
The rush of happy thoughts this morning made my mind reel. It was a delightful feeling, really. It's a feeling that makes me want to hug somebody, run outside naked, and then buy all the lemonade from the little girls who sell it on the street corner. Sometimes, needless to say, that feeling could lead to some pretty nasty stuff. In other words: unknowingly drinking unsweetened lemonade. God, it's gross when those girls do that! I'd rather go drink motor oil.
Instead of motor oil though, I thought it best to appease my already hyper mind with some coffee. So, jumping up from my extremely cozy bed, I ran to my dresser, combed my hair and put it back in a maroon scrunchy, and proceeded to run into the kitchen. In the process I somehow managed to trip four times and run face-first into a wall. Of course, with the thought of coffee combined with my happy mood, I was entirely invulnerable to any pain like a certain Irishman I know and love.
The thought of Farfarello immediately brought me out of my joyous lalaland and into a similar one filled with disgustingly cute puppies and kitties, flowers, candy, and an unusual mountain of ice cream.
With the way my mind thought, you might expect me to be in that cell instead of Farfie.
So, forgetting my coffee, I trotted off into a particularly dark hallway. In my head the imaginary puppies and kitties began to cower. There, at the end of this hall way sat a door adorned with locks and bolts of all shapes and sizes. The only possible escape the occupant could make was through the large metal bars that covered a square hole in its metal. Now, what are the chances of him squeezing through? I highly doubt he would be able to get free. He had mastered getting out of a straightjacket, but metal bars were a different story.
I peered in to find that he was a sleep. I licked my bottom lip, grinning seductively. Surely Farfarello would like to have some fun with me today while Crawford and Nagi are away, no? I grabbed the skeleton keys from their notch on the wall. I was the only person who ever unlocked his door. Crawford had assigned me the job of 'caretaker' for him. I'm guessing it's only because he and Nagi are too scared. I've never seen anyone stay calm in his presence. I can understand why he finds it so unnerving. We can't even hold a conference without having our guest 'excuse' themselves for 'a moment'. I sighed and fit each key into their corresponding hole. After opening this door for nearly over a year, I had them memorized by now.
The clicking of each latch being unlocked must have woken him up because by the time I entered, he was sitting up in one of the corners. "They gone?" He asked simply in that beautiful accent. I nodded and sat down beside him. He turned so his back faced me, making it easier for me to undo his straightjacket. "They'll be gone for the rest of the week, actually. They had some business with someone important. At least that's what Crawford said. He told me we'd only make a bad impression so he said to stay behind," I replied. I scoffed. "He's so stuck up. If we switched bodies I'd have to wonder if he'd hate himself too."
He chuckled and shrugged his straightjacket off his shoulders. "Were we going to do anything today? I don't get out much, as you know." He turned back around to me and hugged me.
I brushed a hand through his snowy tresses and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, if you want to go out, I suggest you change." I looked him over. The only thing he wore was a pair of old white pants. Crawford made me ensure there was nothing on him that could open the door. Therefore, pockets were out of the question. I stood and offered him a hand which he graciously accepted.
"Can I change in your room?" He asked hesitantly, hand still in mine.
"Sure," I said and led him back to my room. I left the door open; it was too much trouble to reopen later.
I was about to enter my room with him, but he pushed me back. He winked and said, "Let me surprise you."
I raised a confused eyebrow at this but shrugged. "Why not," I said, pressing my back up against the wall by my room.
I waited a couple minutes before he came out. My eyes widened. My jaw dropped open. I felt faint. "Damn, you're hot!" I gasped.
He stood before me in a pair of floods I had bought him for one of his birthdays. They were black, like all the rest of his clothes, save for a few. They were quite heavy with zippers and bondage straps that hung in various places along his legs. And, to my amusement, he was wearing one of my old black wife beaters that clung tightly to his upper body. He also seemed to have been feeling creative. His lips were black and his eyelids shadowed the same. I wondered where he found my makeup because I had been looking for weeks. Besides the makeup, I was impressed that he managed to find all his piercing among the clutter in my room. Various pins, studs, and rings adorned his face; his lips, his ears, his eyebrows and I was guessing he found the one for his tongue. The shock lasted a couple more moments before I grabbed him into bone crushing hug.
"You're so sexy!!" I cried, flinging myself at him.
He smirked and hugged me back. The smirk remained when we pulled apart. "Where to?" he asked.
I tapped my chin; thinking. "I've never taken you to the mall. How does that sound? They have some really interesting things there. After all, it's best to try something new."
"Why not," he shrugged, "I'll go."
"Alright then." I took his hand and led him down the steps to the front door. I grabbed my keys from a table near the door, led him out, and locked the door.
I saw Farfarello's eyebrows knit together. "What, no car?" he asked.
I sighed. "Sorry, Crawford took the car to the meeting."
He nodded knowingly. "He's trying to keep us sheltered. We're like house cats to him or something. He takes the only car we have and leaves us with no transportation!"
I laughed. "Yep, he's a real asshole. I guess we'll just be roughing it then, huh?"
"Let's get going then."
He started out before me, small hips swinging in those tight, tight, floods. I just had this indescribable urge to spank him. Thinking better of it, I tagged along behind him. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. Last night had been a stressful job and I couldn't help feeling a little guilty that I had woken him up this morning. He turned back to me, and while walking backwards, asked something that my hormone muddled brain wouldn't register.
Realization dawned on me that he spoke and I snapped out of it. "Huh?" I asked dumbly.
"I asked how far it is from here," he repeated.
"Well, it may take us about thirty minutes. I've never timed it on foot," I said.
He looked as if he was going to say something, but a scream sounded behind him.
A little girl, about five or six, stood screaming in the middle of her yard. She ran up her porch and cried to her mother who was waiting by the door. She mumbled something that sounded like, "There's some scary people out here, mommy!!" The lady took one look at us and ushered her back into the house. She gave us one long, disturbed glare before going in herself.
"Well, that sure was interesting. I guess that little girl doesn't have very good taste in men!" I huffed.
He gave one short laugh at my comment and continued walking.
"With delays like that one, it will take us about an hour, Schu."
I ran beside him and pat his shoulder. "The important thing is that we get there without some angry father shooting us. Or worse, the old lady on the corner might want a go at us. Maybe I should introduce you," I teased.
"I'd rather die with dignity," he said chuckling. "Let's see," he said looking at his watch, "we have fifty-nine more minutes to go."
I took his hand again and rested my head on his shoulder. "Oh, just shut up and walk."
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Author's Notes: =D This is proving to be a fun hobby! I hope you guys are enjoying this so far. There's going to be more to come! So stay tuned! If any of you have suggestion or want a requested fanfic for yourselves, just ask. I'm bored this summer and I'd be glad to make some one-shots for you all! Ja!