by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
After the absolute disaster of my LAST assignment, I didn't really think things could get worse. Till I walked into class today. At least I was able to hide my notebook from Schu for the rest of the weekend; we only have to write on school days luckily. I swear I'm going to have to find a way to padlock my door, from the inside! I could probably manage that… I'll have to work on it. Anyways, back to today's topic. Ms. Psycho-Bitch-from-Hell walks in, and says in that annoying motivational speaker type voice… 'Today class, I want you to write about your dreams… What do YOU want to do? What aspirations do you have for your life? I want you to write about anything, no matter how crazy or impossible you think it might be…'
Please… just kill me now… and put me out of my misery! Dreams? Aspirations? I don't think what I dream of is quite what she has in mind. My dreams are things like… to get a full night's sleep for once. To have a moderately normal life. To be able to keep my notebook away from Schu!
Alright. I suppose there are things I dream of. Once in a while, I would like to be able to do NORMAL high school type things. Okay, I don't really care about sports or going to the dances… especially if I had to take a date… but I would like to be able to go to the mall and hang out with my friend. I'd like to think about if the clothes looked good on me, not if they could hide my weapon. I'd like to hack for fun, not to ruin some poor sucker's career. I don't think I'm being totally unrealistic here, am I? Is it too much to ask for that I be allowed to be my age for a change? I got royally cheated out of my childhood; do I have to lose my teen years too?
Oh God… I'm angsting again aren't I? Oh well, I suppose if nothing else, this stupid journal is good therapy. I'm sure I need some. What do I dream? I honestly don't know. I mean, my life has been so bizarre compared to the normal kids that I don't even think the same way they do. I guess it would be nice to finish school. I mean… I already know most of what they're trying to teach me, but it would be nice to have that achievement. I don't know that I really want to do college. I can barely stand to be in school as it is… several more years… I don't know if it's worth it. I suppose I could look into online courses… Hell, I should do that now; at least they would challenge me. Then again, between high school and Schwarz I don't know that I'd have time for the work involved. It's something to think about. Maybe I should try again to convince Brad to let me home school. Then I could work at the speed I wanted to. I could actually SLEEP if I was up too late. And I could do the online stuff.
I guess college would be nice, if I didn't have to actually go. What would my major be? Computers are an obvious possibility… but really not a challenge. It's something I do, but I don't really want to make a career of it. Besides, I think I could TEACH some of the courses. And some others… I don't think Hacking 101 is going to be making the course lists anytime soon. So what else? I do like to draw. I don't know if you would call my scribbling art though. It's just kinda grown out of my love for manga and anime. And I don't think my usual subjects would be acceptable. Yaoi doujinshi, while popular with the masses is not something you hand in for a grade. I like to read. I like literature. But what do you do with a degree like that except teach? I'm not patient enough to be a teacher. Archeology fascinates me. After all the research I had to do for Esset I'm kind of an amateur archeology/history buff. That could be cool. I wouldn't have to deal with people as much. I could spend my time on research (which I actually like, don't tell Brad). I wouldn't necessarily have to teach. My love of art could come in handy. *sigh* If I ever get the chance, maybe I'll try for something like that…
It would be nice to have a place of my own someday. Not that I don't like living with people… it's just… the people I live with. I love them, I really do… but… Okay, take this morning for instance… Brad's yelling cause someone misplaced his favorite gun. I mean… he's got like ten of the things. But no. He has to have 'this' one. So who gets stuck searching all over the apartment for it? Me. Here I am, trying to get ready for another fun day of educational enrichment, and I get stuck looking for Brad's favorite gun. -_-;; And where was it? After I had spent a half hour searching and could possibly miss my bus… In his office… in the top right drawer where he had put it after he cleaned it last night! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! Why don't people LOOK for things first?!
And Schuldich? I don't know WHO he had over last night (Brad was at a meeting so Schu felt safe bringing whatever boytoy he'd found home), but they were LOUD!!!! My room isn't even next to his and I could hear them. I'm glad he had so much fun (and trust me, with as enthusiastic as they sounded, they were having fun) but some of us need to sleep! Not everyone can stay in bed till noon. And talking to him does nothing. He usually pats me on the head (grrrrr!) and then promises to be quieter next time. YEAH RIGHT! Who do you think you're kidding here? That's what you said the last fifty times. Okay, fifty might be a slight exaggeration. Slight.
Farf. I don't even want to get into Farf. Eeeww I just read that again… that's NOT what I meant! He's either sane (ish) and watching gross slasher horror films… and cooking, which makes a big mess but is delicious; or he's insane and has to be confined and I'm looking over my shoulder the whole time.
So yeah… I'd like my own place eventually. And preferably someone to share it with. Hopefully the same person I wrote about before… speaking of which… he's supposed to be coming back to Tokyo soon. Something happened in Kyoto. Something kinda bad. I don't know everything, but he implied that there was a big fight between him and a couple of the guys he lives with. He said it was staged… but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt. We've done stuff like that a few times. I ended up with a broken arm and a concussion once when we misjudged the blast radius on a bomb. But anyway… he's coming back. And he wants to see me. I'll have to think up a good enough alibi to get around Brad. Can't lie, that will tip him off if he has a vision. I'll have to work on it. But I'm glad he'll be back. Since he asked to see me, I guess he still likes me. -Nagi