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"
-And Never More Shall Be It So-
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A cold cloth. There's a cold, wet cloth on my face. It feels good. Soothing. My head hurts.
"Wake up, Nagi." Omi's voice. Omi's precious voice calls to me, and I open my eyes.
The light hurts, but it is screened by a fall of honey-blond hair. Omi grins. "You're a dead weight, y'know that?"
It takes me a moment to remember how Omi greeted me when I woke up in the cell... what was it? Six months ago? I can also remember how I replied to him.
My head is pounding something awful, but I grin cheekily up at him. "Fuck you," I say cordially.
Omi laughs and blushes. "Not now!"
This makes me blush, too. Omi wipes my face with a wet washcloth, and the cold soothes my head a little. "How do you feel?" he asks.
"Mmm... my head hurts, and I think I'm happier than I've ever been in my life," I say.
Omi is in the middle turning a beautiful scarlet red when he looks up. I follow his gaze to see Crawford walking into the room.
"You're awake," Crawford says. He stands over my bed, and I notice something different about him.
"Where's your suit?" I have to blink a few times. I've *never* seen Crawford wearing *anything* but a three-piece suit and tie. But, now... he's wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Siberian is right behind him.
"Ken," Siberian says, offering his hand. I reach up, and we shake.
"According to Ken, I am only allowed to wear suits to parties, to work, or on Sundays," Brad says curtly. He sounds disgruntled, but the arm he drapes over Ken's shoulders tells me otherwise.
"Omi..."
Omi jumps to help me. "Yes?"
"Help me sit up." Omi sets a few pillows behind my back, and even though my head is still pounding, I am able to sit comfortably. I smile at him. "Thanks."
"How's your head?" Balinese asks from the doorway.
I narrow my eyes at him. "You didn't have to hit so hard. I'm not Farfarello."
Balinese grins. "Consider it payback for throwing me into a wall a couple weeks ago."
Well, I guess I can consider that fair. I nod, and he comes forward. "I'm Youji," he says, pressing his fingertips to his chest and preening slightly. "...And this is Aya... Aya?" He looks around, but 'Aya' is not here. He pokes his head back into the hallway. He reaches out, and a moment later, pulls Abyssinian into the room.
Abyssinian regards me warily, and I know that I am on my guard, here, as well. Of all of Weiss, Abyssinian is the coldest... but if Crawford is still alive...
I offer my hand. "Naoe Nagi," I say. After a moment, and a gentle prod from Youji, Aya walks forward, and shakes my hand.
I am no longer Schwarz.
I have peace.
I have Omi.
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The End!!
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But wait, there's more! Just for kicks, there's some extra sap and Omi+Nagi sugar in the Epilogue!
...I think I write epilogues because I can never figure out how to end these sickeningly sweet, happy-go-lucky, hearts and lucky charms, love thy neighbor fanfics... But, what the heck. ^_^
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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"
-And Never More Shall Be It So-
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A cold cloth. There's a cold, wet cloth on my face. It feels good. Soothing. My head hurts.
"Wake up, Nagi." Omi's voice. Omi's precious voice calls to me, and I open my eyes.
The light hurts, but it is screened by a fall of honey-blond hair. Omi grins. "You're a dead weight, y'know that?"
It takes me a moment to remember how Omi greeted me when I woke up in the cell... what was it? Six months ago? I can also remember how I replied to him.
My head is pounding something awful, but I grin cheekily up at him. "Fuck you," I say cordially.
Omi laughs and blushes. "Not now!"
This makes me blush, too. Omi wipes my face with a wet washcloth, and the cold soothes my head a little. "How do you feel?" he asks.
"Mmm... my head hurts, and I think I'm happier than I've ever been in my life," I say.
Omi is in the middle turning a beautiful scarlet red when he looks up. I follow his gaze to see Crawford walking into the room.
"You're awake," Crawford says. He stands over my bed, and I notice something different about him.
"Where's your suit?" I have to blink a few times. I've *never* seen Crawford wearing *anything* but a three-piece suit and tie. But, now... he's wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Siberian is right behind him.
"Ken," Siberian says, offering his hand. I reach up, and we shake.
"According to Ken, I am only allowed to wear suits to parties, to work, or on Sundays," Brad says curtly. He sounds disgruntled, but the arm he drapes over Ken's shoulders tells me otherwise.
"Omi..."
Omi jumps to help me. "Yes?"
"Help me sit up." Omi sets a few pillows behind my back, and even though my head is still pounding, I am able to sit comfortably. I smile at him. "Thanks."
"How's your head?" Balinese asks from the doorway.
I narrow my eyes at him. "You didn't have to hit so hard. I'm not Farfarello."
Balinese grins. "Consider it payback for throwing me into a wall a couple weeks ago."
Well, I guess I can consider that fair. I nod, and he comes forward. "I'm Youji," he says, pressing his fingertips to his chest and preening slightly. "...And this is Aya... Aya?" He looks around, but 'Aya' is not here. He pokes his head back into the hallway. He reaches out, and a moment later, pulls Abyssinian into the room.
Abyssinian regards me warily, and I know that I am on my guard, here, as well. Of all of Weiss, Abyssinian is the coldest... but if Crawford is still alive...
I offer my hand. "Naoe Nagi," I say. After a moment, and a gentle prod from Youji, Aya walks forward, and shakes my hand.
I am no longer Schwarz.
I have peace.
I have Omi.
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The End!!
---
---
But wait, there's more! Just for kicks, there's some extra sap and Omi+Nagi sugar in the Epilogue!
...I think I write epilogues because I can never figure out how to end these sickeningly sweet, happy-go-lucky, hearts and lucky charms, love thy neighbor fanfics... But, what the heck. ^_^
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