Author's notes: Y halo thar. So while I was sitting here in my Web Programming class, I decided to write a fan fiction. A little drabble between Aya and a secret admirer of his. I do hope you enjoy. Also, god damn, I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of the boys, and I never will, no matter how much I bitch and moan and scream. On with the fic.

Secret Admirer

Aya was sitting in the local park, relaxing with a good book in his lap. It was his day off, and for once it was a sunny beautiful day in March, instead of raining and being gray and depressing. He stretched his legs out, and observed his surroundings. Children were scampering about, making mud-pies and little castles in the sandbox. The trouble-making boys were daringly walking atop the monkey bars, trying to impress the little girls, who squealed and giggled in delight. Mother's were seated on the nearby benches, nursing their babies or keeping a close eye on their toddlers. A few kept looking at Aya, and Aya wondered if they thought he had a child or if they wanted to get in his pants. The answer was most likely the latter.

A butterfly floated over to the redhead, and perched on top of his book, skittering across the page. Aya watched it until the lovely little bug finally fluttered away. A rare smile graced his lips, causing a few housewives not far away to sigh longingly.

'It's such a peaceful day,' Aya thought to himself. 'Almost a little too peaceful…'

"Hey mister?" A little boy asked, tugging on Aya's pants leg.

Aya looked down at the boy, a chubby little thing with big caramel eyes and a shock of jet black hair hanging in his face. For some odd reason, the boy was holding a bouquet of red roses and bruise blue violets. "What is it?" He responded.

"That man over there asked me to give these to you," he said, pointing at a tree some ways away. He then promptly dumped the flowers in Aya's lap.

"…thanks…"Aya said as the boy ran back to his friends.

Aya looked over to where the boy had been gesturing to, but whatever man had been there before was gone. He creases his brow, and then looked at the flowers. A card was sticking out of them. He picked it up, opened it, and read the contents.

'Hey Kitten, guess what?

'Roses are red, violets are blue,

'Sugar is sweet, and I'm going to defile you in ways you've never imagined.

Always ready for a romp in the sack, Your Secret Admirer.'

Aya stared at the card in horror, completely flabbergasted. Number one, Aya had no idea he even had a secret admirer. Number, two, he certainly did not appreciate the charming little poem written just for him.

'Who the hell is this from?!' He thought angrily, standing up to look around for anyone who could have possibly ordered this for him. There was not a single man in the park (save himself, and just what does that say about him?), only children and housewives. Aya growled and started to stomp away, heading back to the flower shop. He would get to the bottom of this little mystery sooner or later.

Omi jumped and looked up as Aya flung the door open and stalked inside. The redhead did not look too pleased.

"Aya-kun? Are you okay?" He questioned, worrying for the arteries in his friend's brain.

"I'M FINE!" Aya shrieked back.

Omi cowered behind the counter like a scared animal. Aya was scary when he got angry like this. Who knew what he was capable of?

"Sheesh Aya, don't pop a vein or anything," Yohji commented, sweeping some stray flower petals off the floor. Yohji swept for a few more moments, when suddenly an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him. He ducked just in time to miss the glass vase being winged at his head.

"Don't you fucking tell me what to do!" Aya howled as he stomped into the back room of the shop. He threw the bouquet down on the table and glared at it, expecting some answers. He picked up the card, studying the Japanese characters intently. Whoever wrote this had horrific handwriting.

'Probably some dumb foreign…er…' Aya froze as he realized what crossed his mind. A foreigner? That could only mean one thing…

"Schuldig!" He screeched as he clattered back out of the shop. He fumed all the way to the apartment complex that Schwarz resided in.

Once inside, he stormed into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor, not noticing who else was in the small metal box. He waited for the elevator to reach the top floor, when suddenly he felt a hand squeeze his bottom. Aya screamed bloody murder and whipped around to slap whoever the assailant was. A slim, long- fingered hand caught him by the wrist.

"Aw, come on Kitty, no need to be so violent," Schuldig teased.

Aya narrowed his eyes and tried to struggles away from Schuldig's firm grip.

"Let me go you dirty German asshole!"

"Oh, that was harsh Kitten. No need to pull out the race card," The carrot-top retorted, simply reaching over Aya and hitting the emergency stop button on the elevator's key panel.

Aya bumped into Schuldig's body as the cable car halted to a stop. Schuldig just grinned devilishly and wrapped his free arm around Aya's waist.

"Hey baby, come here often?"

Aya snarled and squirmed around, but it was hopeless. Schuldig had much more muscle than him.

"Let me go!"

"Where's the fun in that, Kitten? So, did you get my present? I hope you liked it," Schuldig said, holding Aya tight to his lean, slender body.

A faint pink spread across Aya's cheeks. "Yes I got your god damn flowers. Now let me go." He didn't want to admit it, but it felt rather nice to be held to such a nice, warm body.

Schuldig chuckled deep in his throat, making Aya shiver. "Oh come on now, be nice to me. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Aya stayed quiet, face against Schuldig's strong chest. His will to fight and bitch and scream was fading fast. Schuldig smiled and nuzzled the top of Aya's head.

"There there…If I let go of you, will you try to hit me?"

Aya slowly shook his head, and actually meant it. Schuldig released his grip, and Aya huffed and rubbed his abused wrist. Schuldig snickered.

"I didn't want to be so rough, but you would've bolted if I didn't hold you down."

He cupped Aya's chin and made the amethyst eyed man look up at him. He could see the blood in Aya's cheeks, and it made him look irresistible.

"What, what are you looking at? Why are you moving clo-" Aya was cut off as Schuldig pressed his lips against his own. His face went cherry red, and he squeaked in his throat. Schuldig placed his hand on the small of Aya's back, pulling him closer. At first, Aya was too stunned to do much. But after a few moments, his lips started to move against Schuldig's.

'Maybe an admirer isn't such a bad thing...' Aya thought to himself, although he knew it probably wasn't actually to himself. 'Even if he was a stupid, perverted Germ-OH GOD HIS HAND IS ON MY ASS AGAIN.'

Schuldig just snickered and kept on kissing his red haired beauty.