The Library was silent. All the villagers had gone back to their protected homes for the evening in fear of the shades so the library was left quiet. You couldn't even hear the sound of echoing footsteps on the broken marble floors. Possibly because the only current occupent had no feet. Grimoire Weiss was flitting about the old books, looking flustared as per usual. He appeared to be attempting to find some sort of hint in the titles of his fellow novels.
"Useless. None of these pathetic uses for tolietry could help us." he spat angrily, shaking himself as he floated towards the floor.
The fabled Grimore had been attempting to find information on the keystones in which Popola had spoken to them about after their return from the lost shrine. Nier, the great oaf, was perfectly content to let the twins handle all the research on the subject so he could run about like a brute and smash shades into oblivion. Grimoire Weiss supposed that was the more fitting thought pattern for the old father, but not for this Grimoire. Oh no, something seemed fishy about all this Devola and Popola business. He felt it was almost to easy that they knew that there was one in the Forest of Myth. Oh how the ancient text was dreading their return to that awful place. Even he, a vast book of mighty knowledge couldn't stand the woven world of words.
Making his way back through the village, the Grimoire mumbled to himself "Yes, this is all too easy. Not that he'd ever take my warning. Even after five long years its always Yonah this and Yonah that."
Luckily the pathways were dark and deserted tonight, so the old book could just ramble and no one would bother him. "As if he could be brought to care about anything else. Except, perhaps, that hussie. He had spent most of the past five years blubbering about her petrification being his fault some how. Always about him."
Grimoire Weiss looked up at the cottage in which is burly friend had taken up residence for the majority of his life. Of course he could not use the door by himself, so he floated up and unlatched the window, expecting to find the old blowhard asleep in his bed alone when he made his way down stair-oh my.
Well, wasn't this interesting. Nier was in his bed alright, but certainly not alone. Sitting in his lap, arms around him, locked to his lips was none other then the Hussie. The old Grimoire floated back, shaking in disgust. As he watched in horror, Nier pulled the lingerie clad body into his, forcing his tongue into her foul mouth, causing a series of moans to escape along with a curse or two.
"Fuck, Nier!" she groaned as he began to trail his tongue down her pale skin.
The big buffon fumbled with the strings on her back before giving up and ripping them off. "Hey! Thats the only-!"
She couldn't finish because Nier quickly told her to shut it before man handling her breasts, causing her a moan of ecsatcy. The old Grimoire had no idea why but he just couldn't look away from this...this horror that was transpiring before him. Nier's mouth had gone to work. "I must be some kind of sick masochist for enjoying your shitty work, old man." she growled, twitching in slight pain and pleasure.
For once, Weiss could agree with her. he felt like a sick little book indeed. But it was horror that kept him glued to the wall like this. Watching and listening to his friend...well he couldn't call it deflowering...
Kaine's body was grinding Nier's lap gently. They were still clothed bellow the waist, but the Grimoire guessed that wouldn't last long. If that happened he would be out of there. He wanted no part of that. Nier himself was now panting, his lips kissing hers hungrily. He watched his hand slide into her under garments. Grimoire Weiss was about to turn and leave, when suddenly, Kaine pushed him off and gathered up her garments. "I told you not to fucking do that!" She yelled, slapping him.
A mixture of shock and terror was fixed on the older man's face. Kaine on the other hand looked a way the old text had never seen her look. She had ripped the blanket from the bed and was rapping it around herself. "I fucking told you! You ass!" she cursed, a look of anger and...was that fear?
She kneed Nier hard in the unmentionables, a heavy hit as the Grimoire was almost certain the man had been in the midst of an erection. the old man doubled over as the hussie stormed out, grabbing her broken garment and slamming the door hard enough to knock over the lamp. As the glass shattered and the flame sputtered out, Weiss, blinked. What had just transpired? Nier sat up, coughing slightly. "Damn it, Kaine." he spat in between his heaving "Why didn't you...just tell me!"
The Grimoire turned away. Oh dear. It seems his friend had just discovered something rather unsettling. He could guess as to what it might be. He had had his suspicsions. He figured now would be as good a time as any to make his dramatic appearance. He turned back and entered the room. "What on this earth was all that awful shouting?" he drawled, feigning naivity "It almost sounded like the hussie was in here."
Nier didn't answer the book. He just rolled over in bed, making it clear he had no intention of explaining anything. "Fine then. Whine like a simpering boy." the Grimoire spat, finding a cozy spot on the desk and laying down "I expect you'll have calmed yourself in the morning."
But Weiss knew Nier had no plans to tell him even a hint of what was troubling him. As well that ends well he supposed. He would have hated to see his friend fall pray to that hussie anyhow. It was all for the best.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be Continued
Oh lord. What have I started? I couldn't resisit. I wanted to write a Kaine Nier story, but i like writing from Weiss too much. He's my favorite. expect more on this one. Next chapter should include a lot of tension and cute Emil naivity! See you soonish!
