Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or any of its respective characters.
So please don't sue me, I don't have any money.
The Garden of Schuldig.
Kiki-chan merrily skips onto the gaudily decorated set, and promptly trips on a head of lettuce. Quickly she picks herself up from the ground and begins jumping up and down with glee on the hapless vegetable before realizing that it was an important prop. From offstage Crawford can be heard commenting something along the lines of, "well, at least he isn't going to be named after that vegetable."
Upon arriving in 'Story Book Corner' she chases a happily necking Omi and Nagi from her chair. "Go, shoo! You boys need to get ready!"
"But Kiki, we are ready." Omi comments while straightening out the jacket from his assassin gear. Nagi meanwhile is also buttoning back up his uniform jacket. Both boys trying their best to look innocent, yet neither one succeeds in the slightest.
"Omi, dress," Kiki tells him, looking somewhat annoyed.
"I am dressed."
"You are supposed to be in a dress," frantically gesturing she manages to get the boys moving off stage. "Please make sure that Aya and Yotan are ready, they have to be out here acting in a little bit. Thank you."
Sitting down in the badly painted Blues Clues rejected Thinking Chair, she pulls out an over sized book and brushes off golden paint flecks.
"Hi and welcome to Kiki-chan's Story Book Corner. Today's Fairy Tale is titled 'The Garden of Schuldig'."
Aya and Yohji are forcefully pushed out on stage. The irritated redhead gives Kiki the patented Fuyimiya glare as she continues reading the story, oblivious to Aya trying to glare her into submission.
'There were once two men who wished very much to have a little child. Now, these people had a small window in their cottage which looked out into a beautiful garden full of the most lovely flowers and vegetables (no lettuce, wonder why?).
'One fine day Aya stood at the window looking into the garden and he saw a patch which was planted full of the most luscious looking strawberries. As he looked at them he began to wish that he had some to eat, but he could not ask for them.
'Day after day his wish for those strawberries grew stronger and the knowledge that he could not get them so worried him that he became so pale and thin that Yohji was quite alarmed.
"What is the matter Aya? You've grown so thin and pale," Yohji asks his lover. Chuckling he looks over at Kiki, "Hey, who wrote this thing? Aya has always been thin and pale . . . How am I supposed to notice a difference? Is he supposed to be less aggressive now?"
Glaring at mirthful blond playboy, Aya picks up a copy of the script and begins reading out loud. "Ah, if I do not have some of that nice lettuce . . . Lettuce?" Raising a fiery eyebrow Aya looks over at Kiki-chan for an explanation.
"Ah, ha ha ha . . . I kind of killed the lettuce earlier today, and substituted it with the strawberries. Besides, strawberries seem to suit you guys more than lettuce." "Please, continue . . . You guys are keeping closer to the script this time."
Aya continues reading the script, "If I do not have some of that nice . . . those nice strawberries which grow in the garden behind our house, I feel that I shall die." Glaring over at Yohji as if expecting the older assassin to make a remark.
'Yohji, who loved Aya dearly, said to himself, "Rather than Aya should die, I will get some of those strawberries for him, cost what it may."
Yohji walks over to the next set and steps behind a wall where he changes into his black catsuit, and climbs over the wall into the garden of Schuldig, hastily gathered a handful of strawberries, and brought them back to Aya. Bringing out the whipped cream, Aya begins eating the strawberries with great eagerness. Watching how Aya licks the juices from his fingertips, Yohji goes to the stage curtain and closes it . . .
Two Hours Later . . .
Kiki takes a peek behind the curtain, gets a nosebleed and quickly walks away muttering something along the lines of, "that man must be a contortionist."
Three Hours Later . . . Yohji pulls the curtain back while trying to get his hair into a semblance of order. Kiki is curled up napping in the chair. Carefully, Yotan takes the book from her and opens it to the story and starts laughing.
So please don't sue me, I don't have any money.
The Garden of Schuldig.
Kiki-chan merrily skips onto the gaudily decorated set, and promptly trips on a head of lettuce. Quickly she picks herself up from the ground and begins jumping up and down with glee on the hapless vegetable before realizing that it was an important prop. From offstage Crawford can be heard commenting something along the lines of, "well, at least he isn't going to be named after that vegetable."
Upon arriving in 'Story Book Corner' she chases a happily necking Omi and Nagi from her chair. "Go, shoo! You boys need to get ready!"
"But Kiki, we are ready." Omi comments while straightening out the jacket from his assassin gear. Nagi meanwhile is also buttoning back up his uniform jacket. Both boys trying their best to look innocent, yet neither one succeeds in the slightest.
"Omi, dress," Kiki tells him, looking somewhat annoyed.
"I am dressed."
"You are supposed to be in a dress," frantically gesturing she manages to get the boys moving off stage. "Please make sure that Aya and Yotan are ready, they have to be out here acting in a little bit. Thank you."
Sitting down in the badly painted Blues Clues rejected Thinking Chair, she pulls out an over sized book and brushes off golden paint flecks.
"Hi and welcome to Kiki-chan's Story Book Corner. Today's Fairy Tale is titled 'The Garden of Schuldig'."
Aya and Yohji are forcefully pushed out on stage. The irritated redhead gives Kiki the patented Fuyimiya glare as she continues reading the story, oblivious to Aya trying to glare her into submission.
'There were once two men who wished very much to have a little child. Now, these people had a small window in their cottage which looked out into a beautiful garden full of the most lovely flowers and vegetables (no lettuce, wonder why?).
'One fine day Aya stood at the window looking into the garden and he saw a patch which was planted full of the most luscious looking strawberries. As he looked at them he began to wish that he had some to eat, but he could not ask for them.
'Day after day his wish for those strawberries grew stronger and the knowledge that he could not get them so worried him that he became so pale and thin that Yohji was quite alarmed.
"What is the matter Aya? You've grown so thin and pale," Yohji asks his lover. Chuckling he looks over at Kiki, "Hey, who wrote this thing? Aya has always been thin and pale . . . How am I supposed to notice a difference? Is he supposed to be less aggressive now?"
Glaring at mirthful blond playboy, Aya picks up a copy of the script and begins reading out loud. "Ah, if I do not have some of that nice lettuce . . . Lettuce?" Raising a fiery eyebrow Aya looks over at Kiki-chan for an explanation.
"Ah, ha ha ha . . . I kind of killed the lettuce earlier today, and substituted it with the strawberries. Besides, strawberries seem to suit you guys more than lettuce." "Please, continue . . . You guys are keeping closer to the script this time."
Aya continues reading the script, "If I do not have some of that nice . . . those nice strawberries which grow in the garden behind our house, I feel that I shall die." Glaring over at Yohji as if expecting the older assassin to make a remark.
'Yohji, who loved Aya dearly, said to himself, "Rather than Aya should die, I will get some of those strawberries for him, cost what it may."
Yohji walks over to the next set and steps behind a wall where he changes into his black catsuit, and climbs over the wall into the garden of Schuldig, hastily gathered a handful of strawberries, and brought them back to Aya. Bringing out the whipped cream, Aya begins eating the strawberries with great eagerness. Watching how Aya licks the juices from his fingertips, Yohji goes to the stage curtain and closes it . . .
Two Hours Later . . .
Kiki takes a peek behind the curtain, gets a nosebleed and quickly walks away muttering something along the lines of, "that man must be a contortionist."
Three Hours Later . . . Yohji pulls the curtain back while trying to get his hair into a semblance of order. Kiki is curled up napping in the chair. Carefully, Yotan takes the book from her and opens it to the story and starts laughing.