A/N:
It's been the longest time since I've written fan fictions! What best to
start up again with than the ultra-bishies of Weiß Kreuz?
Now this fic won't be the best (spell check/grammer check doesn't process
on the computer right now....grrrr...), so bear with me. The German that
I've slipped in might not even be correct! I just started taking German 1,
so I'm new to it but love it all the same. Sorry for mistakes, and if you
notice, than just silently discard the memory. Please.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the fic. This is not quite the usual pairing
since it's SchuxKen and there aren't too many of those out and about.
Personally, I love it. There's also gonna be some OmixNagi or CrawfordxAya
even. Poor Yotan! He's all left out. I need to find a way to get him in
there. Got any ideas? ^_^;
Thanks for reading, and if you can review after reading! I need all the
help I can get!
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz. I barely own enough socks! The sole purpose of my writing if for fans and my own enjoyment. I take no credit, so if you sue me then all you might get is some lint from my pocket and an empty box of Cheerios. By the way, I do not own the Cheerios label either. -_-
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die Sonne scheint Chapter 1 - Flamme und Praline (Flame and Chocolate)
Sunset hair burned its way across the dark, plush pillows of the couch. The German had been napping for a few hours now, so it was obvious that his favorite time of this day had finally arrived; he got to play with the kittens. This plan had been arranged for a few weeks now. Every detail was set, and back up plans were organized. Nothing could have gone wrong. Nothing. Schuldich new that. He knew that because Crawford had already forseen such results. Soon he would take claim of his kitten, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.
The plan was simple, yet complicated in its own way. Esset had found Kritiker "disposable," but they had decided that Weiß was still useful to them. Apparently it was sometimes hard to come by assassins, so why not just take a few from Kritikers services since after it was gone they wouldn't need their little flower arranging pretty boys anymore. So, Schwarz had been assigned to capture the kittens, bring them back to the Schwarz' headquaters/home, and to bring them into the "loving" family that is Schwarz.
Personally, Schuldich enjoyed the idea. He especially had his sights set on a certain brunette that had caught his attention long, long ago. Despite popular belief, Schu actually had a fetish for the innocence buried deep within that boy. He had no desire to destroy it, but to wrap himself in it like a quilted blanket. The innocence wasn't the only alluring thing though. That chocolate eyed, toned muscled, cheery little boy was hot! He'd managed to keep quite the good boy look while having so much blood on his hands. Schuldich often wondered if there was some bad boy there too.
With a laugh at his own strange thoughts, the mind-reading German stood up and stretched his cramped back. "Brad, shall I make my way into the first stage of tonights events, or do you love my company so much that I am supposed to wait a while longer."
"Go." The leader of Schwarz, Bradley Crawford, didn't look up from the newspaper he was scanning. His flame haired teammate hadn't put his heart into seducing him for a while, but he didn't mind. "And don't call me Brad."
Schuldich bowed low. "Ja klar, Brad." (1) He smirked and made his way towards the front door. "Don't wait up." The words had been pointless since the rest of the team would soon be following to take part in the mission for tonight.
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He shivered. The wind tonight was chilling, and the air itself was a stinging cold. Shutting the window, he curled back up into his warm bed. Ken was snug and confortable, but fretted the idea of falling asleep. Lately nightmares had plagued his rest. "Get a hold of yourself Ken..."
"What?"
"Hmm? Oh...nothing, Omi."
A cherub blonde head had poked through the door, a cheery smile spread across the angelic face. "Alright Ken-kun. I was just going to go brush my teeth. Oyasumi nasai!"
Ken nodded, and turned over with a sigh. "Oyasumi."
Sounds of plush carpeted being flattened under softly padding feet fading as Omi walked away down the hall. Everyday was the same for him. He got up, went to work in the Koneko no Sumu Ie, had some soccer time, came back, went on a mission, went to bed. Sometimes there was change, but never for the better. Ken longed for a single happy day where all he was required to do was to be happy and carefree. However, he knew such a day did not exist, nor would it ever. He could dream, though, couldn't he? Except for now, when even his dreams had been taken over by nightmarish scenes of hatred, sorrow, and destruction.
These morbid thoughts assisted Ken in falling into a restless sleep. Images that had been established in his past came back to haunt him full force. Perhaps that was the reason he had heard the steady yet stealthy thump of feet that traveled up the stairs, down the hall, only to stop in front of his own door.
With his mission and soccer trained reflexes, Ken sat straight up in bed to meet a pair of unnerving green eyes. "Schuldich..."
A grin broke out on the face that already seemed amused to begin with. "Gruß dich. Mein Katzchen. Time to go..." (2)
"...Huh?" German was apparently not a lanugage that Ken spoke fleuently. As he tried to sort each word out in his already racing mind, his enemy had already made his way to the side of Ken's bed.
Still utterly clueless, Ken's shocked look had not left his countenance as strong arms wrapped losely around his torso. Quiet words whispered in his ear when he suddenly realized the situation he was in. "Get the hell off me!"
The one known as Mastermind only grinned. "Ssshh. You don't want to wake up your little friends, do you?"
Chocolate brown eyes turned defiant. "Like hell I don't. YOHJI!" Yohji, having the room closet to his was the obvious and best choice, but he wasn't sure if the yell had been heard since Schu had muffled it with his hand.
"I said, quiet! Don't be a bad kitten. You'll get treats if you're a good boy." Still whispering, the words came out as barely more than a purr. However, the whispering stopped when a sudden gasp and random curse announced Yohji's presence in the hallway.
"What the fuck?! Get your hands off him you bastard!" The play boy wasted no time in charging in. Not the best idea since he had to stop when he noticed the blank look in Ken's eyes. "...Ken?"
Schuldich sat on the bed patiently, nearly craddling his newest pet. "Don't worry. He's only sleeping. Silly katzchen forgot to close his eyes." A nasally laugh sounded as the chocolate eyes were closed when Schu sent a mental command into Ken's head. "All better."
"You bastard..." Yohji gritted out. "How dare you come here and...and do whatever you're trying to do! When Aya gets in here he won't hesitate in kicking your ass. I would have started already if Ken wasn't...the way he is."
An insane cackle trickled into the room. Apparently step two of the plan that had been set was in process. It wasn't long before a knife wielding Farfie along with a rather passive Nagi emerged from the darkness of the hallway displaying the newly caught Omi. Crawford was close behind with an extremely pissed off looking Aya. Although it seemed there had been some trouble, since Crawford had a slight limp and there was a bullet hole through the corner of Aya's pajamas.
"Can we play now?" A decidedly sadistic glint shined in the crazed Irishman's eyes. "I have so many new toys to use..."
Schuldich looked up from "petting" Ken. "Not right now. We must not be late for our engagement. Stimmt, KenKen?" (3)
In reply Ken's head wobbled limply against his captors body as he was picked up. Every limb seemed to be like a dolls, ready to pose as the owner pleased. His breathing was even and his eyes were closed. Under any other circumstance he would have looked like he was sleeping.
"What did you do to him?" Aya growled.
Walking towards the door with a disapproving glance from Crawford, Schuldich only grinned. "Absolutely nothing! I'm really not the bad guy you think I am, you know. I'm only giving mein Katzchen peaceful dreams until it's time for him to wake from his slumber. Is that such a bad thing? He'll really appreciate sleep soon though." Schuldich winked and walked out, leaving the other three members of Weiß to be dragged away by the rest of Schwarz in horror.
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1.) "Ja klar" = basically it means "Of course" in German.
2.) "Gruß dich" = a non-formal version of hello
"Mein Katzchen" = "My kitten" What else do you think Schu would call KenKen? A potato?
3.) "Stimmt" = I'm not sure if I used it right, but stimmt means true in German. I'm only in German one, so sorry if my mistakes are obvious to some. Don't burn me up with flames if it is! I'm too lazy to fix stuff anyway. o_o
A/N: Alright, the first part is done. I'm not going to fit more of the story yet in the first chapter for many reasons. One, is that I'm off to bed soon. Two, is that I felt like cutting it off at a somewhat dramatic point. Three, I just don't feel like it! That's good enough for me! ^^; I hope you enjoyed the first part of die Sonne scheint. More is to come soon. Please review so I can get enough feedback to make a better fic for you Weiß (and Schwarz) lovers out there! Come back soon for updates!
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz. I barely own enough socks! The sole purpose of my writing if for fans and my own enjoyment. I take no credit, so if you sue me then all you might get is some lint from my pocket and an empty box of Cheerios. By the way, I do not own the Cheerios label either. -_-
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die Sonne scheint Chapter 1 - Flamme und Praline (Flame and Chocolate)
Sunset hair burned its way across the dark, plush pillows of the couch. The German had been napping for a few hours now, so it was obvious that his favorite time of this day had finally arrived; he got to play with the kittens. This plan had been arranged for a few weeks now. Every detail was set, and back up plans were organized. Nothing could have gone wrong. Nothing. Schuldich new that. He knew that because Crawford had already forseen such results. Soon he would take claim of his kitten, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.
The plan was simple, yet complicated in its own way. Esset had found Kritiker "disposable," but they had decided that Weiß was still useful to them. Apparently it was sometimes hard to come by assassins, so why not just take a few from Kritikers services since after it was gone they wouldn't need their little flower arranging pretty boys anymore. So, Schwarz had been assigned to capture the kittens, bring them back to the Schwarz' headquaters/home, and to bring them into the "loving" family that is Schwarz.
Personally, Schuldich enjoyed the idea. He especially had his sights set on a certain brunette that had caught his attention long, long ago. Despite popular belief, Schu actually had a fetish for the innocence buried deep within that boy. He had no desire to destroy it, but to wrap himself in it like a quilted blanket. The innocence wasn't the only alluring thing though. That chocolate eyed, toned muscled, cheery little boy was hot! He'd managed to keep quite the good boy look while having so much blood on his hands. Schuldich often wondered if there was some bad boy there too.
With a laugh at his own strange thoughts, the mind-reading German stood up and stretched his cramped back. "Brad, shall I make my way into the first stage of tonights events, or do you love my company so much that I am supposed to wait a while longer."
"Go." The leader of Schwarz, Bradley Crawford, didn't look up from the newspaper he was scanning. His flame haired teammate hadn't put his heart into seducing him for a while, but he didn't mind. "And don't call me Brad."
Schuldich bowed low. "Ja klar, Brad." (1) He smirked and made his way towards the front door. "Don't wait up." The words had been pointless since the rest of the team would soon be following to take part in the mission for tonight.
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He shivered. The wind tonight was chilling, and the air itself was a stinging cold. Shutting the window, he curled back up into his warm bed. Ken was snug and confortable, but fretted the idea of falling asleep. Lately nightmares had plagued his rest. "Get a hold of yourself Ken..."
"What?"
"Hmm? Oh...nothing, Omi."
A cherub blonde head had poked through the door, a cheery smile spread across the angelic face. "Alright Ken-kun. I was just going to go brush my teeth. Oyasumi nasai!"
Ken nodded, and turned over with a sigh. "Oyasumi."
Sounds of plush carpeted being flattened under softly padding feet fading as Omi walked away down the hall. Everyday was the same for him. He got up, went to work in the Koneko no Sumu Ie, had some soccer time, came back, went on a mission, went to bed. Sometimes there was change, but never for the better. Ken longed for a single happy day where all he was required to do was to be happy and carefree. However, he knew such a day did not exist, nor would it ever. He could dream, though, couldn't he? Except for now, when even his dreams had been taken over by nightmarish scenes of hatred, sorrow, and destruction.
These morbid thoughts assisted Ken in falling into a restless sleep. Images that had been established in his past came back to haunt him full force. Perhaps that was the reason he had heard the steady yet stealthy thump of feet that traveled up the stairs, down the hall, only to stop in front of his own door.
With his mission and soccer trained reflexes, Ken sat straight up in bed to meet a pair of unnerving green eyes. "Schuldich..."
A grin broke out on the face that already seemed amused to begin with. "Gruß dich. Mein Katzchen. Time to go..." (2)
"...Huh?" German was apparently not a lanugage that Ken spoke fleuently. As he tried to sort each word out in his already racing mind, his enemy had already made his way to the side of Ken's bed.
Still utterly clueless, Ken's shocked look had not left his countenance as strong arms wrapped losely around his torso. Quiet words whispered in his ear when he suddenly realized the situation he was in. "Get the hell off me!"
The one known as Mastermind only grinned. "Ssshh. You don't want to wake up your little friends, do you?"
Chocolate brown eyes turned defiant. "Like hell I don't. YOHJI!" Yohji, having the room closet to his was the obvious and best choice, but he wasn't sure if the yell had been heard since Schu had muffled it with his hand.
"I said, quiet! Don't be a bad kitten. You'll get treats if you're a good boy." Still whispering, the words came out as barely more than a purr. However, the whispering stopped when a sudden gasp and random curse announced Yohji's presence in the hallway.
"What the fuck?! Get your hands off him you bastard!" The play boy wasted no time in charging in. Not the best idea since he had to stop when he noticed the blank look in Ken's eyes. "...Ken?"
Schuldich sat on the bed patiently, nearly craddling his newest pet. "Don't worry. He's only sleeping. Silly katzchen forgot to close his eyes." A nasally laugh sounded as the chocolate eyes were closed when Schu sent a mental command into Ken's head. "All better."
"You bastard..." Yohji gritted out. "How dare you come here and...and do whatever you're trying to do! When Aya gets in here he won't hesitate in kicking your ass. I would have started already if Ken wasn't...the way he is."
An insane cackle trickled into the room. Apparently step two of the plan that had been set was in process. It wasn't long before a knife wielding Farfie along with a rather passive Nagi emerged from the darkness of the hallway displaying the newly caught Omi. Crawford was close behind with an extremely pissed off looking Aya. Although it seemed there had been some trouble, since Crawford had a slight limp and there was a bullet hole through the corner of Aya's pajamas.
"Can we play now?" A decidedly sadistic glint shined in the crazed Irishman's eyes. "I have so many new toys to use..."
Schuldich looked up from "petting" Ken. "Not right now. We must not be late for our engagement. Stimmt, KenKen?" (3)
In reply Ken's head wobbled limply against his captors body as he was picked up. Every limb seemed to be like a dolls, ready to pose as the owner pleased. His breathing was even and his eyes were closed. Under any other circumstance he would have looked like he was sleeping.
"What did you do to him?" Aya growled.
Walking towards the door with a disapproving glance from Crawford, Schuldich only grinned. "Absolutely nothing! I'm really not the bad guy you think I am, you know. I'm only giving mein Katzchen peaceful dreams until it's time for him to wake from his slumber. Is that such a bad thing? He'll really appreciate sleep soon though." Schuldich winked and walked out, leaving the other three members of Weiß to be dragged away by the rest of Schwarz in horror.
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1.) "Ja klar" = basically it means "Of course" in German.
2.) "Gruß dich" = a non-formal version of hello
"Mein Katzchen" = "My kitten" What else do you think Schu would call KenKen? A potato?
3.) "Stimmt" = I'm not sure if I used it right, but stimmt means true in German. I'm only in German one, so sorry if my mistakes are obvious to some. Don't burn me up with flames if it is! I'm too lazy to fix stuff anyway. o_o
A/N: Alright, the first part is done. I'm not going to fit more of the story yet in the first chapter for many reasons. One, is that I'm off to bed soon. Two, is that I felt like cutting it off at a somewhat dramatic point. Three, I just don't feel like it! That's good enough for me! ^^; I hope you enjoyed the first part of die Sonne scheint. More is to come soon. Please review so I can get enough feedback to make a better fic for you Weiß (and Schwarz) lovers out there! Come back soon for updates!