This small bit of space is being taken to reply to all the people who wrote to me.
Talisha Ahn: Better late then never! And I think YOU meant "with AN insane"... MHAHAHHAHA! you said INSANE. But anyways, I did as I was bid [it rhymes] so I hope you're happy with be. ^.^ I like to have people be happy, unless they are bad people... Yeah so hope you like it.
Rei Eien: Well, he may be hoping he had too... then again if he could have read this chapter he'd totally be glad.
Shirogane:MHAHHAHAHAH!!!! Just you wait! I have done the impossible (which could be good or bad in your opinion, but I'm not telling) and as for a muse... The thing seems to like evil laughs and doing those etc dots...
Sakura_Aya WEll, I never expected that to happen to you, so I sorry this took so long to write. Farf-peep is going to be fun to write... YAY! As for the muse problem, well I figure if I look at its personality then I'll know who it is. I'm betting on it being somebody from Gravi, but I'm really not sure yet.
:Shuo Ri: I have given you more! I hope it's good, I like it.
Thank you all for everything but let's get back to the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Ms. Ota sat back down calmly. She seemed to have pulled herself back together rather nicely. Ran sat patiently. The boy had to be confused as to what was transpiring. He was waiting and hoping for some kind of hint as to what was in store. It was going to be quite a shock for him.
In this situation, remaining silent and stoic left the young man with several opinions open and little embarrassment to deal with. He was a very intelligent boy.
The waiter appeared again and cleaned up the mess quietly. Outwardly, nobody took notice of these little things, except the boy. Strange how the simpleminded can't over look the poor very easily. Crawford noticed everything because anything could be harmful. It was that principle that had kept him from getting into many dangerous situations, that and clairvoyance.
The boy would have likely voiced all his thoughts if he hadn't been interrupted. Poor little guy, he had no idea of how much he was in for.
"Darling," said a brunette Japanese man as he entered the glass room, Ota's pathetic excuse for a husband. The older man was nothing extraordinary to look at, except for that ridiculous scar on his left cheek. Two female brunettes followed behind him, his younger sisters. One girl looked horribly familiar.
"Fujimiya Ran! Ah!" shrieked the schoolgirl from earlier that day. She was what started today's horrible events, even though they were actually planned by the suit, it was still her fault for this whole situation. If she'd choked on her baby food, then that boy would never have had to experience the terror that could only be Schuldig when he's in an Armani shop.
Now what the hell was this ditz' name? Was it Sakura? Somebody needed to make a cherry's jubilee out of that child. She'd been helpful in getting the musician into the foreigner's hands and helpful in deafening the crowd.
"Do you always bring that thing along EVERYWHERE you go?" said Schuldig and his partner agreed wholeheartedly. However, words and glares didn't really stop the freak of nature from latching onto the musician's arm.
"Sakura, let Ran go!" Ota ordered. She could be somewhat scary, but not enough to be effective on the teenager.
The American enjoyed every second of watching scar-face as his ugly jaw went slack at the boy's name when Sakura had yelled it. The older brunette woman seemed to have taken more time to react, which was a bit disappointing considering. Ota had referred to him formally. When did they get on friendly terms? And even more importantly, why wasn't this bastard child of a teenage mutant tree frog in school?
"Before you get too comfy imp, you may want to hear your sweet old sister-in-law out first." The pesky little piece of Euro-crash had truly made up for the pain and embarrassment he caused earlier because the toad let go of the poor boy's arm. However, it was probably going to be a short-lived reprieve since there was still the matter of what Ota was going to say. There were always reasons for why that man would act nice; usually it was to save it for later.
His smirk had return. It was a surgical error that had caused the retarded looking facial disfigurement. The American had shot off a large section of the idiot's lower-jawbone during a training exercise. It was the moron's fault for not being quicker back then. The prick wasn't smirking when that happened. It must have been the surgeon's fault. Or maybe the German puff-pasty only learned the trick after he'd had the surgery.
Not important, what was important was the boy. Ota would pay any amount for a chance to have the kid like her. Silly women with their stupid obsessions, she was a walking, talking psychological disorder. Ran was going to become a bigger mess than she is once he realized why they were staring.
Crawford had to admit it was surprising to find out who the little musician from the flight really was. No, he'd not known who the boy was at first. But after catching a glimpse of the young man, a vision had struck him. Crawford had to get his things afterwards, since the vision had quite an influence on the Oracle and the apparent proof needed to be concealed from view.
IT was out of the older man's control really. Seeing oneself pressed up against another man. Watching as hands start roaming and those violet eyes flutter while both their mouths were locked together, tongues battling for dominance and bodies pushing against each other to create a spine tingling sensation. They were obviously going to share this deep kiss and, as much as the American would have gladly denied the notion initially, move on to greater things that would likely become a thoroughly enjoyable experience for both parties.
That orange fluff-ball really enjoyed seeing the American so helpless. However, his liking toward cause of it was short-lived, as most things are with him, since little Red Riding Hood had stepped on the silly orange weasel's tail. It had been one of the few gratifying moments in the businessman's scrupulous life.
Afterwards, the older man did some research on Weiß. Actually, he'd made Nagi do the research because that's what the teenage was good at.
Yet another surprise caught the man. If anyone thought that cherry from hell was the most obsessed fan with Weiß, then they'd never met Nagi. There was little the teen didn't already know about the band, very little but there was something. Something no fan knew about Ran.
In fact, the violet-eyed musician didn't even know the real truth.
"Perhaps somebody should explain everyone's strange behavior," he said casually and adjust his glasses. This was not going to be good for the young man, but it had to be done. There needed to be a reason for him to be near the musician. That would be simple since he and his colleagues were bodyguards after all. However, the Takatori family were cheap bastards, if one couldn't tell from their first choice for bodyguards, but Ota would think nothing of money when it came to protect her precious Ran. The Ota Cooperation was more lucrative than that koala's whole family tree ever could be anyway.
Even if the vision foretold an intensely gratifying situation to come that didn't mean Crawford couldn't profit further from it.
"Yes, an explanation would be nice," Ran added. He was exquisite; the foreigner couldn't argue that fact. This transaction was going to be delicious for the older man and nutritious for his bank account also.
But first, the truth had to come out, the painfully horrifying truth. And it was not in reference to the cherry bomb being entirely of the human race. The boy might be traumatized after this, but the ends justify the means.
And Crawford saw that both of men would end up in very delightful positions.
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you again for taking the time to read it and the wonderful reviews you've given me!
Talisha Ahn: Better late then never! And I think YOU meant "with AN insane"... MHAHAHHAHA! you said INSANE. But anyways, I did as I was bid [it rhymes] so I hope you're happy with be. ^.^ I like to have people be happy, unless they are bad people... Yeah so hope you like it.
Rei Eien: Well, he may be hoping he had too... then again if he could have read this chapter he'd totally be glad.
Shirogane:MHAHHAHAHAH!!!! Just you wait! I have done the impossible (which could be good or bad in your opinion, but I'm not telling) and as for a muse... The thing seems to like evil laughs and doing those etc dots...
Sakura_Aya WEll, I never expected that to happen to you, so I sorry this took so long to write. Farf-peep is going to be fun to write... YAY! As for the muse problem, well I figure if I look at its personality then I'll know who it is. I'm betting on it being somebody from Gravi, but I'm really not sure yet.
:Shuo Ri: I have given you more! I hope it's good, I like it.
Thank you all for everything but let's get back to the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Ms. Ota sat back down calmly. She seemed to have pulled herself back together rather nicely. Ran sat patiently. The boy had to be confused as to what was transpiring. He was waiting and hoping for some kind of hint as to what was in store. It was going to be quite a shock for him.
In this situation, remaining silent and stoic left the young man with several opinions open and little embarrassment to deal with. He was a very intelligent boy.
The waiter appeared again and cleaned up the mess quietly. Outwardly, nobody took notice of these little things, except the boy. Strange how the simpleminded can't over look the poor very easily. Crawford noticed everything because anything could be harmful. It was that principle that had kept him from getting into many dangerous situations, that and clairvoyance.
The boy would have likely voiced all his thoughts if he hadn't been interrupted. Poor little guy, he had no idea of how much he was in for.
"Darling," said a brunette Japanese man as he entered the glass room, Ota's pathetic excuse for a husband. The older man was nothing extraordinary to look at, except for that ridiculous scar on his left cheek. Two female brunettes followed behind him, his younger sisters. One girl looked horribly familiar.
"Fujimiya Ran! Ah!" shrieked the schoolgirl from earlier that day. She was what started today's horrible events, even though they were actually planned by the suit, it was still her fault for this whole situation. If she'd choked on her baby food, then that boy would never have had to experience the terror that could only be Schuldig when he's in an Armani shop.
Now what the hell was this ditz' name? Was it Sakura? Somebody needed to make a cherry's jubilee out of that child. She'd been helpful in getting the musician into the foreigner's hands and helpful in deafening the crowd.
"Do you always bring that thing along EVERYWHERE you go?" said Schuldig and his partner agreed wholeheartedly. However, words and glares didn't really stop the freak of nature from latching onto the musician's arm.
"Sakura, let Ran go!" Ota ordered. She could be somewhat scary, but not enough to be effective on the teenager.
The American enjoyed every second of watching scar-face as his ugly jaw went slack at the boy's name when Sakura had yelled it. The older brunette woman seemed to have taken more time to react, which was a bit disappointing considering. Ota had referred to him formally. When did they get on friendly terms? And even more importantly, why wasn't this bastard child of a teenage mutant tree frog in school?
"Before you get too comfy imp, you may want to hear your sweet old sister-in-law out first." The pesky little piece of Euro-crash had truly made up for the pain and embarrassment he caused earlier because the toad let go of the poor boy's arm. However, it was probably going to be a short-lived reprieve since there was still the matter of what Ota was going to say. There were always reasons for why that man would act nice; usually it was to save it for later.
His smirk had return. It was a surgical error that had caused the retarded looking facial disfigurement. The American had shot off a large section of the idiot's lower-jawbone during a training exercise. It was the moron's fault for not being quicker back then. The prick wasn't smirking when that happened. It must have been the surgeon's fault. Or maybe the German puff-pasty only learned the trick after he'd had the surgery.
Not important, what was important was the boy. Ota would pay any amount for a chance to have the kid like her. Silly women with their stupid obsessions, she was a walking, talking psychological disorder. Ran was going to become a bigger mess than she is once he realized why they were staring.
Crawford had to admit it was surprising to find out who the little musician from the flight really was. No, he'd not known who the boy was at first. But after catching a glimpse of the young man, a vision had struck him. Crawford had to get his things afterwards, since the vision had quite an influence on the Oracle and the apparent proof needed to be concealed from view.
IT was out of the older man's control really. Seeing oneself pressed up against another man. Watching as hands start roaming and those violet eyes flutter while both their mouths were locked together, tongues battling for dominance and bodies pushing against each other to create a spine tingling sensation. They were obviously going to share this deep kiss and, as much as the American would have gladly denied the notion initially, move on to greater things that would likely become a thoroughly enjoyable experience for both parties.
That orange fluff-ball really enjoyed seeing the American so helpless. However, his liking toward cause of it was short-lived, as most things are with him, since little Red Riding Hood had stepped on the silly orange weasel's tail. It had been one of the few gratifying moments in the businessman's scrupulous life.
Afterwards, the older man did some research on Weiß. Actually, he'd made Nagi do the research because that's what the teenage was good at.
Yet another surprise caught the man. If anyone thought that cherry from hell was the most obsessed fan with Weiß, then they'd never met Nagi. There was little the teen didn't already know about the band, very little but there was something. Something no fan knew about Ran.
In fact, the violet-eyed musician didn't even know the real truth.
"Perhaps somebody should explain everyone's strange behavior," he said casually and adjust his glasses. This was not going to be good for the young man, but it had to be done. There needed to be a reason for him to be near the musician. That would be simple since he and his colleagues were bodyguards after all. However, the Takatori family were cheap bastards, if one couldn't tell from their first choice for bodyguards, but Ota would think nothing of money when it came to protect her precious Ran. The Ota Cooperation was more lucrative than that koala's whole family tree ever could be anyway.
Even if the vision foretold an intensely gratifying situation to come that didn't mean Crawford couldn't profit further from it.
"Yes, an explanation would be nice," Ran added. He was exquisite; the foreigner couldn't argue that fact. This transaction was going to be delicious for the older man and nutritious for his bank account also.
But first, the truth had to come out, the painfully horrifying truth. And it was not in reference to the cherry bomb being entirely of the human race. The boy might be traumatized after this, but the ends justify the means.
And Crawford saw that both of men would end up in very delightful positions.
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you again for taking the time to read it and the wonderful reviews you've given me!