WARNING: The following is actually a very short continuation of the end of Chapter One of WTF. There is nothing here that had the intent of being offensive and if anyone is freaked out by this I apologize. This will be the end of the bedroom scene, I swear.

A World We Can Only Dream Of
AKA The WTF Chronicles

Omake


Had they been less freaked out then the fact that Hitomi was clinging to him would have made him either smug or be reduced to a babbling puddle of goo at the near naked sight of she-who-only-speaks-to-him-upon-pain-of-death. She stole the sheet as she let out a breathless shriek, wrapping it tightly round her form before she scrambled over Van to hide behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. Dilandau pushed himself off the bed, letting out a theatrical sigh. Running a hand through his immaculate silver hair. He turned his red eyes on the huddling couple and the look on his face was so positively evil that both Van and Hitomi gulped audibly. Fortunately for both of them he was wearing boxers.

For a brief moment, as she peeked over Van's shoulder, Hitomi thought it was rather a shame that she didn't have a camera on her. She could only imagine the money she could make from the Albatou Fan Club if she had the ability to get picture of him in nothing but silk boxers. The Albatou Fan Club was one of the smaller ones on campus, and wasn't dedicated solely to Dilandau. Still the knowledge of the type of money that she could make was enough to make her weep inwardly and completely lament the fact that she had never had the chance to buy that camera.

Boxers or briefs? It was always one of the questions—the unsolvable ones that seemed like they would never be answered—that more than half of the students (and quite a few teachers) obsessed over.

Even in her shell shocked state she could appreciate the value of this sudden knowledge.

When Dilandau tugged at the waistline of his boxers before reaching for the sinfully tight leather pants that he seemed to favor at gatherings she buried her head so that her cheek was resting against the warm skin just over Van's shoulder blade, her eyes squeezed tightly shut when Dilandau pulled off of the boxers and was bared in all of his naked glory.

Van barely noticed the warm press of her soft body, the way her hips brushed against his lower back, or how her covered breasts were squashed to his back. Out of the two of them he was probably the most stunned and was not taking it too well. He stared wide eyed, horrified yet unable to look away, as Dilandau did a mini dance as he pulled the unyielding leather over his hips. Then he reached for a soft jacket made of crimson suede, and pulled it on, leaving his chest bare except for a simple, silver chain.

Then he turned away, and maybe the Albatou really was a mage as it was rumored, because as soon as those scarlet eyes were no longer locked on his he was shaking his head, as if he had been released from sort of spell.

It was only then that his mind registered the softness that way still pressed against him—his hormones lamented at the sheet that seperated their bodies—and Van's face turned five different shades of tomato red.

Dilandau didn't stop moving until he reached the door. One hand rested on the intricate handle as a thought seemed to occur to him. Then he turned, with a smirk that was positively wicked, and Van wasn't sure which scared him more: Hitomi's violent reaction—the woman would react no other way—when she finally came to her senses, or the undeniable sense that Dilandau was planning something that undoubtedly concerned them.

"Stay in bed." The silver haired demon—as he was dubbed only by the male population of the Institute—spoke, his voice husky enough to cause both of them to shiver. Dilandau turned the handle and pushed open the door. "Oh, and do try to behave."

Van wasn't sure how this could possible get any worse, and he could only pray that the woman next to him would be merciful in her wrath because after all, she hated him, and had obviously been much too drunk last night. Dilandau's voice drifted back to them.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

His soft, almost evil laughter kept the pair frozen and shivering in a way that had nothing to do with the soft breeze that swirled in through an open window.

As my beta so elequently said: YAAAAAYYY!!! WTF'S BACK!

Ok, I know both chapters WTF might have offensive to some people. Other then doing a three part the-day-after-the-morning-after this will be the last that you ever see in relations to this. In my defense if you want to blame anyone blame my beta. She's the one who writes all those one shots that take place in a modern world Gaea. So this is all her fault….that and the fact that my college roommates got drunk weekly.

I promise though. No more freaky, drunk, adult type touching. If I do decide to—Dilandau is a very bad influence—it will be posted under WTF.

Most of the stories here will be drabbles or one shots.

Please review. First five reviewers get to provide me with me prompts or suggestions for future chapters.