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
Day 17: Weekend Fun part 2 (my sad existence continues)
Continuing this weekend of fun and games… *sigh* Sunday. One day away from my parole. Now if I can only keep from getting in trouble again. Admittingly, I did deserve to be grounded this time. I know better than to fight in school. But dammit! I was sick of having to let them push me around. Mental note: Next time, don't get caught.
So yesterday was just soooooo much fun. Somehow, I just knew today was going to be the same. First thing… Brad wakes me up at 9. Doesn't the man EVER sleep in?! I mean… I'm a teenager; we're supposed to be comatose till noon on the weekend. It's the only way we can ever catch up on the sleep we missed during the week. And I miss more sleep than most. Anyway, he wakes me up at nine -_-; and tells me to get up and get dressed, he has things for me to do. Arrrrrgh. I consider rolling over and going back to sleep again, just for the principle of the thing, but then I remembered that if I don't behave the Warden will lock me up for another week.
I drag myself, up out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom… only to find Schu has beaten me to it. Damn! What the Hell is he doing up this early? He shouldn't be rising for at least another couple hours. But no, there he is. Forget a shower. I stumble back to my room and get dressed and then stumble back down the hall to the kitchen. Can you tell I am so NOT a morning person? At least I'm somewhat lucky, Brad's already made breakfast, even coffee. I pour a cup of liquid life and grab the rice, miso, and fish left for me on the counter. I ignore Brad's frown as I drink my coffee, he thinks it will stunt my growth. Hate to break it to him, my time on the streets stunted it already. I'm NOT going to get any bigger. I haven't grown in three years, it's just not gonna happen. Even Esset's doctor's said that, before they got fried anyway.
He looks up from his paper as I sit down. I knew he was going to say it, I KNEW it. 'If you had gotten up when I told you to, you would have gotten a turn in the bathroom you know.' Yup, he said it. Couldn't just let it pass could he? I just kinda frown at him, I'm still half asleep, it's a little too soon for witty retorts. I finish my meal and grab a second cup of coffee before Schu can get in and hog the rest of the pot. He just smirks as he slinks in and pats me on the head. 'Morning chibi.' 'I have a name!' I tell him. He just laughs, inside my head and says, 'I know, Prodigy, but this is more fun.' Arrrgh! I hate that! And I hate when he laughs in my head, it tickles.
I decide I might has well get it over with so I turn to Brad and ask him what he's got for me. 'First, I need you to go through the kitchen and make a list, we're going grocery shopping.' Oh, God, NO!!! Not shopping… not shopping with Brad! It takes forever. He has to compare all the prices and he's so anal about the coupons… I just sigh and go to the junk drawer for paper and a pencil. I step around Schu, who has to make his OWN breakfast this morning, ha ha, and start to open cupboards. We get general household groceries, and then everyone has a few things they get for themselves. We are NOT supposed to touch other peoples' food. Course this never seems to apply to MY stuff.
I grumbled and add Pocky to my list. Schu and Farf have been raiding my supplies again. Luckily, there is still my emergency stash in the bedroom. I NEED my Pocky. Schu just smirks as I glare at him and toss the now empty box in the trash. 'Oops.' He laughs. Oops, yeah right. Oops, my ass. The fridge is next, I'm SO glad I cleaned it out yesterday, makes this job so much easier. Okay, list is done. Now I just need to poll everyone and find out if there is anything I've missed. By the time I emerge from Farf's room, Brad is already putting on his coat.
Two and half hours later, we get back. Have I mentioned I hate shopping with Brad? He's so damn picky! Then I get the joy of putting everything away. No sooner is that all done, and the kitchen looks like a kitchen again. Farf comes in to start fixing lunch. Now, today is NOT my day to watch him, so I go into the living room hoping I can find at least ONE channel with animé still on. The result? He ends up playing with the blender, without supervision and makes a horrible mess. Brad gets all pissy with Schu, who was supposed to be watching Farf, and then with ME cause I left Farf alone in the kitchen. I really wanted to mouth off, sooooo bad. But I didn't. Grounding. Parole. Extended time for bad behavior.
So being the angst-driven teen I am, I stomp off to my room to invest some quality time in my sketchbook. No sooner am I settled in, comfy, with pencil in one hand and Pocky in the other, and Brad comes knocking. 'Did I finish my homework?' Did I finish my homework? Silly question really. It's one o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, of course I HAVEN'T finished it yet! My God, there's like 19 hours till any of it is due! Do you think that reasoning would fly? Course not. Have to get up and do it NOW. *sigh* There goes my nice drawing time. I consider just drawing for a while. Would Brad ever really know? Unfortunately the answer is 'yes' if I don't get my homework done and Ms. Psycho-Bitch calls him.
It really doesn't take all that long. I mean puleeze? It's only high school. But it's Sunday AFTERNOON. It's the principle of the thing. So I get done and settle back in for drawing time. The plan is a picture of Omi. But I'm not sure if it will work out. I'm really not great at portraits. Maybe if I drew him manga-style… So I finally settle back in, again, get all comfy, Pocky, drawing, happy… I get about a third of the way through the picture… and someone ELSE is knocking on my door.
Farf. Brad says I have to come out and help him with dinner if I'm done with my homework. Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!! It's just not fair. Can't I get ANY time to myself this weekend? Time when I don't have to clean, or do data entry, or fix Farf's sink? I just keep repeating… one more day… just one more day…
Dinner was good; it always is if Farf cooks. He's slowly teaching me too. At least, if I helped cook, I don't have to clean. Nyah, Schu! You actually had to do something this weekend!! ^_^ I really tried to talk Brad into letting me call Omi this evening. I mean, my period of incarceration is almost over, what would it hurt? Did he budge an inch? No, course not. I can't wait till tomorrow. But for now, it's after supper, no one can tell me to do anything else today. Now it's just me… and my bed… and my sketchbook and pencils… and a box of Pocky. And if one more person interrupts me… I'm gonna shoot 'em. -Nagi