Warnings: if you are in anyway 'repulsed' by the idea of an insert characted having
any association (especially a close relationship) with a character of Weiss,
please reconsider reading this fic, i'm sure you wouldn't like it. Mature topics? sorta....
1st person point of view, point of view of the original character. May be a bit
boring at first, but the later chapters might be faster paced and more 'exciting'.
Might be a bit OOC... but who knows what Youji is "really" like.....

Disclaimer: i don't own weiss Kreuz or any of it's characters.... i have nothing, i get nothing
material out of writting this.

please review........ but read all chapters before reviewing. i'll take any comments
for the improvement of this fic. this is actually almost done.... i just havent gotten
to typing it yet. if you want to read the comtinuation, bug me 'bout it.


We left. We both had our own mode of transportation with us. He had his Seven
and I had borrowed Alex's Porsche for the night. I led him to my pod, which was a
few blocks away from the Schatten apartment. Actually, my 'pod' was just a small
room with a bathroom. It was where I kept the things I didn't want the other
Schatten members to see… like my art works… pocket books… some porn… fashion
magazines… pictures from my 'past life' …… It was also my private place where I
knew no one would disturb me. On hot days I even walk around in my birthday suit-
wait, forget I said that… I could paint, sketch, read, and study with out the fear of
someone barging at my door. I absolutely hate being bothered while I'm in the
middle of something. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy Schatten's company but it's a
different kind of peace I get from my pod. They know I have another place, not too
far from the apartment, but what they don't know is where it is exactly… And they
don't bother to find out. They know I need my space. We respect each other's
privacy… at least they can be assured I have a roof over my head when I don't
come home at night.
My 'pod' is quite small… And I mean small… but it's not a bad thing… it's
small in the cozy way. The place is big enough for one person… or two people who
don't mind sharing their space with each other… Everything I need to survive is
there. And that 'everything' is remarkably small in number. A bathroom with a
shower, bathtub, sink and toilet. Of course, there's hot water. I can NOT take a
bath with cold water! Absolutely not!!! For food, I had a small refrigerator,
microwave, and water dispenser. What's in the fridge? Ice cream, soft drinks,
apple cider, sweets, and fruits. Anything substantial? I have bread, microwave
dinners and instant noodles, other than that, it's all outside food. Electronics…
there's a thirty-nine inch TV in the corner. Complete audio and video gadgets…
surround sound. I have twelve speakers scattered in 'strategic' places throughout
the pod; including the two in the bathroom. Yep, in the bathroom… pretty
convenient. I also have a PC- can't live without it! There's a small art studio…
which is actually just a table with my art supplies- drawerfuls of charcoal, pencils,
paints of different kinds and different hues, and some miscellanies. Beside it,
canvases and an easel. For my things, I had a closet, a big maple closet, who's
front area was enclosed by my changing screen. Inside were shelves where my
pocketbooks were arranged alphabetically, according to title… and the magazines,
arranged by kind then chronologically… The pictures, in a shoebox. There were also
some linens, towels, and clothes. Not a lot of clothes since I spend more time at
the Schatten apartment. And last: furniture. There are three notable pieces of
furniture there. My big black beanie… I have another one just like it in my room at
the apartment. A loveseat, long enough for me to lie down comfortably. Of course,
my haven and my heaven: my bed. It occupies one-eighth of the whole place…
but I don't mind, I love it. My bed isn't a regular polygon, it's a quarter circle, with
the straight sides against the wall. Eight pillows. Also eight sets of different colors
of bed sheets, bedcover and pillowcases: black white, burgundy, red, dark violet,
navy blue, emerald green, and silver.
As I remember it, the color of my bed sheet when Youji first came over
was burgundy… there is still a small remnant of a stain… Anyway… so there we
were, at my pod…
"Let's get started. You can hang your clothes on the changing screen
then make yourself comfortable on the bed." I instructed him as I turned my desk
light on and all the other bright lights off. I also popped my favorite CD into the
component, a compilation CD of female rock artists. I readied my materials then
went to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes- a tank top and
shorts. When I came out, he was there, lounging, flipping through my latest issue
of FHM, unabashed by his glorious nakedness. But the funny thing was that he
didn't look unpleasant at all… a little licentious, but not entirely so. Two words
describe him best then: artful and wily. I checked out the 'package'. I had to
swallow- hard. He was 'well equipped'. I was loosing nerve. I couldn't do it…………
but loosing nerve meant loosing face. And that is one thing I can't bear to loose,
especially to him… so for the sake of saving my pride, I mustered courage. I took a
deep breath and went on with the show.