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"
-Shakespeare's Infatuation-
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"I didn't get the answer to number thirteen," Omi complained. "And I'm already in trouble for missing three days of class..."
"I'll trade you for the answer to twenty-seven," I offered, pulling out my homework before class started.
"Deal," Omi agreed, and we traded the answers. "...You forgot to mark the cube," he showed me, on my paper.
I tilted my head and examined the paper... he was right. "...Oh." Stupid me.
"At least that's all you got wrong," Omi laughed. "Look at mine!" I glanced at his paper, and winced at the three pages of 'problem thirteen.'
"You were using the wrong formula."
"Thanks for telling me." Omi shuffled his homework papers, and stacked them neatly. "I always forget how to do that kind of problem."
Well, why not? "I can help you after school," I said. "Those ones are easy."
Omi gave me a questioning eye. "Nagi..."
I realized my mistake. "...Oops." After the short time in the cell, together, I had almost stopped thinking of Omi as Weiss. We sat together in school, and even ate lunch together. But getting together after school was out of the question--Omi went to the flower shop, and I went back to Schwarz.
"Good morning, Nagi," a girl's voice cooed, passing by me. I looked up. She was one of the younger students in the class, like myself. She gave me a cheery smile, and walked to her desk.
I said nothing, turning back to my homework.
Omi poked me in the arm. "Hey, why didn't you say anything?" he asked in a quiet voice. "She's the cutest girl in the class!"
I frowned at Omi, and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not interested," I said, after a few moments. I didn't say anything else, because... no matter how long we had shared a cell, *that* was a matter that was private. How could he understand? He wouldn't.
Omi's eyes widened, and he continued to stare at me for a few moments before he stood to take his homework to the front desk.
As Omi walked away, I felt a faint blush on my cheeks, but I willed it to go away. I couldn't think of *that*, right then. It wasn't important.
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Estet was gone. Not entirely, but Schwarz was no longer under their thumb. Taketori was gone, too. Good riddance. We found other employers who had use for our services, but altogether, Schwarz mellowed out.
Farfarello surprised us all by announcing that he was tired of being treated like a dog. When Crawford asked him what he intended to do about that, Farf told him that he had arranged a series of appointments with a psychiatrist.
Without Farfarello around to play off of, Schu became very, *very* bored.
I'm a very private person. I don't like people messing around in my stuff, and I don't mess around with their stuff. I certainly don't like people messing around in my *head*.
Therefore, one could say that living with a telepath was one of the *stupidest* things I've ever agreed to do.
"So, Nagi..."
I didn't even have to glance up from my computer. I knew Schu was standing in my doorway, leaning against the frame. He was probably wearing that idiotic smirk of his, and looking for trouble.
~Right on all accounts, computer-boy,~ Schu's voice echoed in my head.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice tight. "I'm busy." And I *was* busy--I was surfing the internet, looking for a satellite dish that Omi had told me about.
"I wanted to talk to you about Weiss, specifically..."
I clicked to try a new websearch. Surfing and talking did not go well together, but I had to humor Schu. "Specifically *what*?"
"Specifically about Bombay."
"You mean Om..." I let my voice trail away. That was a mistake.
"Exactly," Schu purred. I knew I was in trouble. Weiss was the enemy... Omi, or Bombay, was the enemy... "It's about this little infatuation you've got with Weiss's pretty-boy computer whiz."
I abandoned my search, and turned my chair to face Schu. "What do you want, Schuldich?" I hissed.
~I thought, maybe, you'd like someone to talk to. Brad has the same problem, you know.~
So he wanted to talk that way...? ~*What* problem?~
~Infatuation.~
~I'm not infatuated!~
~Explain your thoughts, then, Nagi.~
I couldn't figure out what he meant. I wasn't thinking about anyone or anything... what kind of thoughts was he talking about?
Schu smirked. ~Every day, you come home from school...~
I frowned. ~So?~
Schu chuckled. ~...Thinking about Bombay,~ he finished. Before I could say or think anything, he continued. ~You think about him through dinner, and while you do your homework. You think about him while you shower and while you're getting ready for bed. *Tell* me that you're not infatuated, Nagi.~
As the reasoning flowed into my head, I felt my eyes widen and I gulped. Was I really thinking about Omi? What did Schu mean by 'infatuated?' I spun my chair around and tried to study the patterns in the rug.
~You like boys, don't you, Nagi?~ Schu whispered into my head. ~You like boys, and you find Bombay attractive, hmm?~
"N-no!" I gasped. He couldn't be right! I liked boys, yes, much better than girls... But not the way Schu was implying! Not romantically... *never* romantically!! And... Bombay? Omi?! Not him!!
~See what I mean?~ Schu asked. ~You're thinking of him, right now. Romantic? Bombay? I bet he'd look good in a thin, white sheet. Don't you think so, Na-- Hey!!~
I'd had enough. I hurled Schu out of my room, and took satisfaction in the *thud* when he hit the far wall. As he sank to the floor, I closed and locked my door.
My hands were gripping the arms rests of my chair, and my knuckles were bloodlessly white. I tried to relax.
"I'm not infatuated with Omi," I whispered to my computer. "I'm not!" Schu had put an image in my head of Omi, lying on a bed, covered only in a white sheet. There was an open window, and a breeze ruffled his honey-colored hair. He looked at me with huge, blue eyes, darkened by...
"I'm not," I repeated, breathing hard. "You're just trying to make trouble."
Schu's mental voice drifted through the barriers I was trying to set in place.
~Methinks the chibi doth protest too much.~
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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*
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"Honey"
-Shakespeare's Infatuation-
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"I didn't get the answer to number thirteen," Omi complained. "And I'm already in trouble for missing three days of class..."
"I'll trade you for the answer to twenty-seven," I offered, pulling out my homework before class started.
"Deal," Omi agreed, and we traded the answers. "...You forgot to mark the cube," he showed me, on my paper.
I tilted my head and examined the paper... he was right. "...Oh." Stupid me.
"At least that's all you got wrong," Omi laughed. "Look at mine!" I glanced at his paper, and winced at the three pages of 'problem thirteen.'
"You were using the wrong formula."
"Thanks for telling me." Omi shuffled his homework papers, and stacked them neatly. "I always forget how to do that kind of problem."
Well, why not? "I can help you after school," I said. "Those ones are easy."
Omi gave me a questioning eye. "Nagi..."
I realized my mistake. "...Oops." After the short time in the cell, together, I had almost stopped thinking of Omi as Weiss. We sat together in school, and even ate lunch together. But getting together after school was out of the question--Omi went to the flower shop, and I went back to Schwarz.
"Good morning, Nagi," a girl's voice cooed, passing by me. I looked up. She was one of the younger students in the class, like myself. She gave me a cheery smile, and walked to her desk.
I said nothing, turning back to my homework.
Omi poked me in the arm. "Hey, why didn't you say anything?" he asked in a quiet voice. "She's the cutest girl in the class!"
I frowned at Omi, and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not interested," I said, after a few moments. I didn't say anything else, because... no matter how long we had shared a cell, *that* was a matter that was private. How could he understand? He wouldn't.
Omi's eyes widened, and he continued to stare at me for a few moments before he stood to take his homework to the front desk.
As Omi walked away, I felt a faint blush on my cheeks, but I willed it to go away. I couldn't think of *that*, right then. It wasn't important.
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Estet was gone. Not entirely, but Schwarz was no longer under their thumb. Taketori was gone, too. Good riddance. We found other employers who had use for our services, but altogether, Schwarz mellowed out.
Farfarello surprised us all by announcing that he was tired of being treated like a dog. When Crawford asked him what he intended to do about that, Farf told him that he had arranged a series of appointments with a psychiatrist.
Without Farfarello around to play off of, Schu became very, *very* bored.
I'm a very private person. I don't like people messing around in my stuff, and I don't mess around with their stuff. I certainly don't like people messing around in my *head*.
Therefore, one could say that living with a telepath was one of the *stupidest* things I've ever agreed to do.
"So, Nagi..."
I didn't even have to glance up from my computer. I knew Schu was standing in my doorway, leaning against the frame. He was probably wearing that idiotic smirk of his, and looking for trouble.
~Right on all accounts, computer-boy,~ Schu's voice echoed in my head.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice tight. "I'm busy." And I *was* busy--I was surfing the internet, looking for a satellite dish that Omi had told me about.
"I wanted to talk to you about Weiss, specifically..."
I clicked to try a new websearch. Surfing and talking did not go well together, but I had to humor Schu. "Specifically *what*?"
"Specifically about Bombay."
"You mean Om..." I let my voice trail away. That was a mistake.
"Exactly," Schu purred. I knew I was in trouble. Weiss was the enemy... Omi, or Bombay, was the enemy... "It's about this little infatuation you've got with Weiss's pretty-boy computer whiz."
I abandoned my search, and turned my chair to face Schu. "What do you want, Schuldich?" I hissed.
~I thought, maybe, you'd like someone to talk to. Brad has the same problem, you know.~
So he wanted to talk that way...? ~*What* problem?~
~Infatuation.~
~I'm not infatuated!~
~Explain your thoughts, then, Nagi.~
I couldn't figure out what he meant. I wasn't thinking about anyone or anything... what kind of thoughts was he talking about?
Schu smirked. ~Every day, you come home from school...~
I frowned. ~So?~
Schu chuckled. ~...Thinking about Bombay,~ he finished. Before I could say or think anything, he continued. ~You think about him through dinner, and while you do your homework. You think about him while you shower and while you're getting ready for bed. *Tell* me that you're not infatuated, Nagi.~
As the reasoning flowed into my head, I felt my eyes widen and I gulped. Was I really thinking about Omi? What did Schu mean by 'infatuated?' I spun my chair around and tried to study the patterns in the rug.
~You like boys, don't you, Nagi?~ Schu whispered into my head. ~You like boys, and you find Bombay attractive, hmm?~
"N-no!" I gasped. He couldn't be right! I liked boys, yes, much better than girls... But not the way Schu was implying! Not romantically... *never* romantically!! And... Bombay? Omi?! Not him!!
~See what I mean?~ Schu asked. ~You're thinking of him, right now. Romantic? Bombay? I bet he'd look good in a thin, white sheet. Don't you think so, Na-- Hey!!~
I'd had enough. I hurled Schu out of my room, and took satisfaction in the *thud* when he hit the far wall. As he sank to the floor, I closed and locked my door.
My hands were gripping the arms rests of my chair, and my knuckles were bloodlessly white. I tried to relax.
"I'm not infatuated with Omi," I whispered to my computer. "I'm not!" Schu had put an image in my head of Omi, lying on a bed, covered only in a white sheet. There was an open window, and a breeze ruffled his honey-colored hair. He looked at me with huge, blue eyes, darkened by...
"I'm not," I repeated, breathing hard. "You're just trying to make trouble."
Schu's mental voice drifted through the barriers I was trying to set in place.
~Methinks the chibi doth protest too much.~
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