Okay, I seriously have no idea what I was on when I started this. I blame
watching the Invader Zim Christmas special five times in a row then going
off to read The Scarlet Letter for english class. But the ending is due to
those two factors as well as perhaps the fact that I took Advil cold and
sinus for the first time in my life tonight. It doesn't work! It just makes
you crazy! Uhm. another thing is that today is the beloved hide's b-day.
Happy Birthday hide-chan!! We all love you still!!!! He'd be 38 today if
the unspeakable hadn't happened ;.; But on a happier note my B-day is
coming up as well! ^^ Guess how old I'll be! Another thing, I know I should
be working on Rain I just got sidetracked a little bit, please forgive me!
Diclaimer~ I don't own Weiss Kruez, never did, never will. Please don't sue. Thank you.
Warnings~ Uhm. I don't know. Pure insanity really. No yaoi and barely any violence
Spoilers~ None
Santiago
It wasn't like him to be late getting back, it wasn't like him to even be out of the house at all, but here Schuldich was, pacing up and down the hallway, waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. Yes, it was that dreaded date, the day that everyone else seemed to want to avoid, shove it under the bed like all other unwanted things to live amoung the dust- bunnies. Everyone except for the questionably sane German that was.
He had been waiting for nearly three hours, the ominous box covered in black paper, with silver duct tape spread over it spontaneously, waiting on the table nearby. He was even starting to believe that the friction of his boots against the rug for that amount of time was beginning to wear away the threads, creating a nice path for himself. Turn. Watch the door expectantly, wait for it to open. Turn. Stare at the box, wonder how long it will take him. Turn. Watch the door expectantly, wait for it to open. Turn. Stare at the box, wonder how long it will take him. Turn. And so on. He was beginning to get sick of looking at the same things over and over, as if he hadn't seen them for years before this moment.
The arrival of one Bradley Crawford gave Schuldich such a respite from the monotonous visions given to him by his ceaseless pacing. The American stared at him for but a moment before a tremendous frown stole his face. Schuldich stopped in mid-step, staring at the eldest of the group. "What? What is it?"
"Whatever it is you're going to give him, don't." The cold one's voice was, well, cold as he spoke this particular revelation to the redhead.
"And why not?" Asked said redhead defiantly, a fiery eyebrow raising from its usual resting spot along with the voicing of the question.
"I'm not exactly sure but what I do know is that nothing good may come of it. So don't give it to him." It was then that the American decided to take his leave.
Emerald eyes simply rolled in their cages before their owner started his march up and down the hall yet again.
The appearance of the youngest of the group stopped his journey up and down the hall next. The small Japanese boy wasn't looking at Schuldich though, his attention was on the dark and ominous box laying in wait on the table. A slight bending at his waist happened as he leaned forward, taking a tentative sniff of the air around it. The teen drew back with a grimace painted over his face. "What in the world is in there?"
A sly smirk crept across the redhead's face as his heavy footsteps brought him over to the tableside. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
The grimace never left Nagi's face as he backed away, shaking his head. "No, that's quite alright." The smell was more than enough to drive him away. "Just tell me, did something die in there?"
There was a gentle shrug of shoulders as Schuldich leaned in closer to the duct taped covered monstrosity. "Not that I know of, but then again, you could never know."
There was the slight sound of displacement of air as Nagi disappeared from the hall. Schuldich didn't even notice and picked up the box, giving it a good shake. A couple of wet thumps sounded from inside. A red eyebrow raised in curiosity then a grin broke out on Schuldich's face as he set it back down. Without a pause the pacing had resumed.
Then the moment that he had been waiting so long for came. He had turned towards the door to take the couple steps toward it before turning back, but his travel was halted by the near silent turning of the doorknob before him. With a creak that was like the singing of drunken angels with strepthroat the door swung open and revealed a sight so lovely to Schuldich that it could have only been sent from behind the golden gates of heaven.
Either that or the fiery gates of Hell.
Farfarello was standing in the doorway, his shirt missing to reveal his chest and stomach, adorned only by loose bandages that really didn't cover much. The setting sun was right behind him, creating a nice halo of blood red around the edge of his pale form. A maniacal grin was plastered on his face and the reason for it was obvious when one took into account that a bloodied knife was in his hand and a few good slashes decorated the backs of his arms.
Schuldich whipped around, ran to the table, grabbed the evidently evil box, and returned to the place he had been standing on full speed. Nearly rocking with the force and finality of his stop he thrust forward the box into Farfarello's face, emerald eyes bright.
"Happy birthday Farf!" He chimed. Deeper in the house two beings flinched.
A single, golden gaze swept over the crudely decorated box the was giving off odours of questionable origin then up to the German's face, which showed his eagerness for the former to take it and rip it open, betraying the secret that was hidden inside. Finally Farfarello took it and finished his short walk inside, heading past his overly anxious teammate. He went back over to the table and set it down. With a swift slash of his knife the duct tape, wrapping, and cardboard was cut through. Farfarello placed the blade down and pulled the cut open with his hands. Whatever was inside the box made his insane grin more insane, if that was even possible. And he received an evil glint in his eye.
Schuldich peeked over the beserker's shoulder and blinked a couple times at the sight that greeted him, disappointment taking over his expression. "Aw, it died. Guess I should have put some air holes in the box or something."
What lay inside was the unmoving carcass of a mangy, mud-covered rat that looked like it had drowned rather than suffocated. Around it's mouth was a lining of foam, suggesting that the creature had rabies during its period of life.
Farfarello reached in and gave the still warm cadaver a poke with his long forefinger. After a moment of it not moving the Irish man grabbed up the naked tail of the thing and yanked it out of the box. Schuldich watched in delight as the dead thing swung back and forth like a pendulum. "I shall name you Santiago!" Declared the Farf to the rat, better known as Santiago from then on.
Schuldich watched in delight as his plan slowly began to unfold. Yes. It was like this every year on this date. Give Farfarello a horrible birthday present that nobody even wanted in a one-mile radius of their homes let alone inside it, set him loose with said present, and have him take all the blame. It was a sweet deal indeed and worked every year.
With a euphoric wave of the dead, horribly diseased, and quickly decaying rat Farfarello ran off to go bother a poor American man and Japanese boy, later to be locked up in his cell.
But that is a story for another day.
So! How did you all like it? I might continue, might not, depends on how I feel. ^^;; Yeah, well, that's about it. I thank my friend Vic for the name Santiago! He was so confused when I told him I needed to name a dead rat. ^^ Whee!!!! Please review!!!!
Diclaimer~ I don't own Weiss Kruez, never did, never will. Please don't sue. Thank you.
Warnings~ Uhm. I don't know. Pure insanity really. No yaoi and barely any violence
Spoilers~ None
Santiago
It wasn't like him to be late getting back, it wasn't like him to even be out of the house at all, but here Schuldich was, pacing up and down the hallway, waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. Yes, it was that dreaded date, the day that everyone else seemed to want to avoid, shove it under the bed like all other unwanted things to live amoung the dust- bunnies. Everyone except for the questionably sane German that was.
He had been waiting for nearly three hours, the ominous box covered in black paper, with silver duct tape spread over it spontaneously, waiting on the table nearby. He was even starting to believe that the friction of his boots against the rug for that amount of time was beginning to wear away the threads, creating a nice path for himself. Turn. Watch the door expectantly, wait for it to open. Turn. Stare at the box, wonder how long it will take him. Turn. Watch the door expectantly, wait for it to open. Turn. Stare at the box, wonder how long it will take him. Turn. And so on. He was beginning to get sick of looking at the same things over and over, as if he hadn't seen them for years before this moment.
The arrival of one Bradley Crawford gave Schuldich such a respite from the monotonous visions given to him by his ceaseless pacing. The American stared at him for but a moment before a tremendous frown stole his face. Schuldich stopped in mid-step, staring at the eldest of the group. "What? What is it?"
"Whatever it is you're going to give him, don't." The cold one's voice was, well, cold as he spoke this particular revelation to the redhead.
"And why not?" Asked said redhead defiantly, a fiery eyebrow raising from its usual resting spot along with the voicing of the question.
"I'm not exactly sure but what I do know is that nothing good may come of it. So don't give it to him." It was then that the American decided to take his leave.
Emerald eyes simply rolled in their cages before their owner started his march up and down the hall yet again.
The appearance of the youngest of the group stopped his journey up and down the hall next. The small Japanese boy wasn't looking at Schuldich though, his attention was on the dark and ominous box laying in wait on the table. A slight bending at his waist happened as he leaned forward, taking a tentative sniff of the air around it. The teen drew back with a grimace painted over his face. "What in the world is in there?"
A sly smirk crept across the redhead's face as his heavy footsteps brought him over to the tableside. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
The grimace never left Nagi's face as he backed away, shaking his head. "No, that's quite alright." The smell was more than enough to drive him away. "Just tell me, did something die in there?"
There was a gentle shrug of shoulders as Schuldich leaned in closer to the duct taped covered monstrosity. "Not that I know of, but then again, you could never know."
There was the slight sound of displacement of air as Nagi disappeared from the hall. Schuldich didn't even notice and picked up the box, giving it a good shake. A couple of wet thumps sounded from inside. A red eyebrow raised in curiosity then a grin broke out on Schuldich's face as he set it back down. Without a pause the pacing had resumed.
Then the moment that he had been waiting so long for came. He had turned towards the door to take the couple steps toward it before turning back, but his travel was halted by the near silent turning of the doorknob before him. With a creak that was like the singing of drunken angels with strepthroat the door swung open and revealed a sight so lovely to Schuldich that it could have only been sent from behind the golden gates of heaven.
Either that or the fiery gates of Hell.
Farfarello was standing in the doorway, his shirt missing to reveal his chest and stomach, adorned only by loose bandages that really didn't cover much. The setting sun was right behind him, creating a nice halo of blood red around the edge of his pale form. A maniacal grin was plastered on his face and the reason for it was obvious when one took into account that a bloodied knife was in his hand and a few good slashes decorated the backs of his arms.
Schuldich whipped around, ran to the table, grabbed the evidently evil box, and returned to the place he had been standing on full speed. Nearly rocking with the force and finality of his stop he thrust forward the box into Farfarello's face, emerald eyes bright.
"Happy birthday Farf!" He chimed. Deeper in the house two beings flinched.
A single, golden gaze swept over the crudely decorated box the was giving off odours of questionable origin then up to the German's face, which showed his eagerness for the former to take it and rip it open, betraying the secret that was hidden inside. Finally Farfarello took it and finished his short walk inside, heading past his overly anxious teammate. He went back over to the table and set it down. With a swift slash of his knife the duct tape, wrapping, and cardboard was cut through. Farfarello placed the blade down and pulled the cut open with his hands. Whatever was inside the box made his insane grin more insane, if that was even possible. And he received an evil glint in his eye.
Schuldich peeked over the beserker's shoulder and blinked a couple times at the sight that greeted him, disappointment taking over his expression. "Aw, it died. Guess I should have put some air holes in the box or something."
What lay inside was the unmoving carcass of a mangy, mud-covered rat that looked like it had drowned rather than suffocated. Around it's mouth was a lining of foam, suggesting that the creature had rabies during its period of life.
Farfarello reached in and gave the still warm cadaver a poke with his long forefinger. After a moment of it not moving the Irish man grabbed up the naked tail of the thing and yanked it out of the box. Schuldich watched in delight as the dead thing swung back and forth like a pendulum. "I shall name you Santiago!" Declared the Farf to the rat, better known as Santiago from then on.
Schuldich watched in delight as his plan slowly began to unfold. Yes. It was like this every year on this date. Give Farfarello a horrible birthday present that nobody even wanted in a one-mile radius of their homes let alone inside it, set him loose with said present, and have him take all the blame. It was a sweet deal indeed and worked every year.
With a euphoric wave of the dead, horribly diseased, and quickly decaying rat Farfarello ran off to go bother a poor American man and Japanese boy, later to be locked up in his cell.
But that is a story for another day.
So! How did you all like it? I might continue, might not, depends on how I feel. ^^;; Yeah, well, that's about it. I thank my friend Vic for the name Santiago! He was so confused when I told him I needed to name a dead rat. ^^ Whee!!!! Please review!!!!