Experienced Weiss Kreuz fans and authors:
Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Teaser-
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It's not like I wanted to. I didn't want to. I never wanted to. I never even considered it. For me, it wasn't even possible. I knew. I couldn't do it. But I did.
I fell in love.
Before I go into just *how* I fell in love, I have to account for... to *know* what love is. I didn't then, but I do, now.
Love is... a gut feeling. The first time I saw one man shoot another, I had a feeling in my gut. It was disgust, and hate, but I didn't know why. All I knew was that I had to ignore the feeling, and continue on. The first time I felt love, I tried to ignore the gut feeling, because I thought it was bad. But it persisted, and I knew I didn't *want* to ignore it.
Love is... my reason for living. When you fall in love, your entire world becomes the person you love. You'll do anything for them. Absolutely anything. You'll give your life, if you have to, and I tried. I tried awful hard.
Love is... wonderful. It outshines every other happiness you've ever known, if it's the right person. That's how I finally decided I was in love.
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"He's got to go to school," the officer said firmly. Crawford nodded.
"I understand, officer," Crawford said calmly, and I seethed. Dammit, Brad, back me up here! I struggled slightly, pulling away from the grip the police officer had on the back of my jacket. Crawford didn't even spare me a glance as he said, "Nagi--inside."
The officer let me go, and I was considering shoving past Brad when he stepped a short pace to the side, letting me enter the house. I knew where I was supposed to go--to the kitchen, to wait for Crawford to return and give me a lecture. I went, and it was barely seconds before Brad entered the room.
"Why were you caught?" Crawford asked.
I shrugged. "Took a hit from Schu." I took drugs, occasionally. Not enough to get addicted, but it numbed my brain, and left me useless as a telekinetic. Without my power, I was... almost normal.
I winced as Crawford calmly backhanded me. "I've told you not to do that," he said. "I will take care of Schuldich later."
"Big deal."
"Nagi, you will be going to school."
"Ha-ha," I said dryly. "Very funny. What did the cop say?"
Crawford's face remained still. "He said nothing. But I decided last week that you would be starting school, soon."
"What?!" I was shocked. School? I'd never been to school. I'd never even *needed* school. Even Crawford admitted that I'm a pint-sized genius. "Why?"
"So you won't get caught truant, again," was all Crawford said. He turned and strode out of the kitchen, and I knew I was dismissed.
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I started school the next Monday. It was a sunny day outside, and I almost gagged in the heat of my new, heavy school uniform. Crawford had arranged my schedule, and I looked it over with distaste: Calculus, intermediate language studies, biology, world history--
My schedule and books were abruptly knocked out of my hand by a boy running past me, and I felt myself grow angry. He stopped immediately, and turned around. He knelt down and picked up my books.
"Gosh, I'm sorry!" he apologized. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I'm gonna be late--huh?" He picked up my schedule, catching a glance at it. "You have morning Calculus?" He glanced up into my face with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. "I'm in that class... you must be new!"
"I am," I said simply, taking my papers back from him.
He grinned. "Great! I can show you where it is." He grabbed my arm, and pulled me down the hall. "You'll like the instructor--he's very nice. By the way, my name's Omi. It'll be nice to have a new kid in the class."
"Nice to meet you." Crawford told me to be polite, so I was going to be polite, even if this kid was being impossibly cheerful--*much* too cheerful for seven in the morning.
"Nice to meet you, too... Here's our class!" Omi stopped, opened a door, and hurled me inside just as a bell announced the beginning of class. I decided I was going to hate school.
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Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
---
"Honey"
-Teaser-
---
It's not like I wanted to. I didn't want to. I never wanted to. I never even considered it. For me, it wasn't even possible. I knew. I couldn't do it. But I did.
I fell in love.
Before I go into just *how* I fell in love, I have to account for... to *know* what love is. I didn't then, but I do, now.
Love is... a gut feeling. The first time I saw one man shoot another, I had a feeling in my gut. It was disgust, and hate, but I didn't know why. All I knew was that I had to ignore the feeling, and continue on. The first time I felt love, I tried to ignore the gut feeling, because I thought it was bad. But it persisted, and I knew I didn't *want* to ignore it.
Love is... my reason for living. When you fall in love, your entire world becomes the person you love. You'll do anything for them. Absolutely anything. You'll give your life, if you have to, and I tried. I tried awful hard.
Love is... wonderful. It outshines every other happiness you've ever known, if it's the right person. That's how I finally decided I was in love.
---
"He's got to go to school," the officer said firmly. Crawford nodded.
"I understand, officer," Crawford said calmly, and I seethed. Dammit, Brad, back me up here! I struggled slightly, pulling away from the grip the police officer had on the back of my jacket. Crawford didn't even spare me a glance as he said, "Nagi--inside."
The officer let me go, and I was considering shoving past Brad when he stepped a short pace to the side, letting me enter the house. I knew where I was supposed to go--to the kitchen, to wait for Crawford to return and give me a lecture. I went, and it was barely seconds before Brad entered the room.
"Why were you caught?" Crawford asked.
I shrugged. "Took a hit from Schu." I took drugs, occasionally. Not enough to get addicted, but it numbed my brain, and left me useless as a telekinetic. Without my power, I was... almost normal.
I winced as Crawford calmly backhanded me. "I've told you not to do that," he said. "I will take care of Schuldich later."
"Big deal."
"Nagi, you will be going to school."
"Ha-ha," I said dryly. "Very funny. What did the cop say?"
Crawford's face remained still. "He said nothing. But I decided last week that you would be starting school, soon."
"What?!" I was shocked. School? I'd never been to school. I'd never even *needed* school. Even Crawford admitted that I'm a pint-sized genius. "Why?"
"So you won't get caught truant, again," was all Crawford said. He turned and strode out of the kitchen, and I knew I was dismissed.
---
I started school the next Monday. It was a sunny day outside, and I almost gagged in the heat of my new, heavy school uniform. Crawford had arranged my schedule, and I looked it over with distaste: Calculus, intermediate language studies, biology, world history--
My schedule and books were abruptly knocked out of my hand by a boy running past me, and I felt myself grow angry. He stopped immediately, and turned around. He knelt down and picked up my books.
"Gosh, I'm sorry!" he apologized. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I'm gonna be late--huh?" He picked up my schedule, catching a glance at it. "You have morning Calculus?" He glanced up into my face with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. "I'm in that class... you must be new!"
"I am," I said simply, taking my papers back from him.
He grinned. "Great! I can show you where it is." He grabbed my arm, and pulled me down the hall. "You'll like the instructor--he's very nice. By the way, my name's Omi. It'll be nice to have a new kid in the class."
"Nice to meet you." Crawford told me to be polite, so I was going to be polite, even if this kid was being impossibly cheerful--*much* too cheerful for seven in the morning.
"Nice to meet you, too... Here's our class!" Omi stopped, opened a door, and hurled me inside just as a bell announced the beginning of class. I decided I was going to hate school.
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