Disclaimer: ***repeats all her disclaims on her previous stories*** :P
Note: Yap ^-^ the title is not in Japanese because this happens to be the continuation to 'don't do this to me' Yes, Finally! By the way, It is ( Thomas x Raven x Karl pairing (BUT not exactly at that order) which means ***repeats the same statement regards yaoi from previous fics, and a lot of OT rants*** oh well here it goes..the first part is not what it seems---how I get Raven in the picture, I just don't know O_o
**feels sleepy after eating too much fish fillet and slumped face down her vegetables**
Cruel Intentions
By RaVen0us
'It wasn't a dead body' Raven thought decidedly. It was breathing.
"It's alive, shadow." He said.
Shadow sat down in the dirt, his glowing red eyes peering at the body with the unfocused look of a drunkard after a weekend binge. Which was the case. Raven could sympathize (somehow) with his companion, but unlike Shadow, his own lack of focus came from a horrendous case of just plain supplanted irritation.
"You're on my way," Raven told the body coldly.
The body stirred. A familiar dark blonde head reached up to push back a short cloth, revealing a lean face from which a pair of bloodshot green eyes peered at him unhappily. It's Lt. Thomas Schubaltz, and for some reason he seemed unfazed by Raven's presence. "This place is empty," he disagreed in a weary voice.
"Only because I wasn't here. I am now. So it isn't empty, Go away."
Thomas folded his tall length into a sitting position, removed the kerchief from his head to run his fingers through his wavy deep blonde tresses and squared his lean shoulders. He peered past Raven to see that he was alone, and curiously, without his feared Zoid. 'must he hiding it somewhere', but he didn't mind either knowing, in situations like this he should be calm, since with the sound of it, Raven seems like he's not a threat---for now. He sighed, getting to his feet reluctantly.
"Well---" he said, looking at the almost broken down cabin where he had refuge for the snow storm. "---since you lived here---apparently---maybe you can tell me where to locate someone. I've been looking for two days---"
"I know nothing about my neighbors." Raven cuts in abruptly,
He regarded the youth for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Shadow. Apparently, answering sarcasm with sarcasm. "What in Zi's name is that?"
"That." Raven said coldly, "Happens to be my dark organoid. You won't like to see it if it mobilize."
There was a long uneasy silence between two enemies, staring icily at each other as the snow storm that had already subsided. Deciding to ignore the insult on his organoid, Raven asked, "How did you get up here?" He looked at Thomas up and down with intense scrutiny adding, "You look like you walked."
Thomas glanced briefly down at himself, at his trousers, body protectors and clothes liberally coated with dust, then stared at him, ignoring his question. "Mind me what a hardened son of a bitch like you is doing here in the back of beyond?"
Raven flinched, and his organoid shadow growled angrily at the deliberate insult. 'This was clearly sarcasm, he wants one then he'll get it' he thought. Looking up at him (something he didn't often have to do), a slow sardonic smile creased to the side of his cheeks, "I needed peace and quiet for my knitting."
"Ha! Yeah right! YOU are enjoying your solitude knitting---" Thomas snapped, but then he stopped, since Raven turned and gone to get something beside his shelter. A moment later he was before him again, and Thomas took an involuntary step back.
Raven slid two shells into the shotgun and closed the breech with a deadly snap. He held the gun negligently, the barrel pointed between Thomas' two legs.
"I'll just get my Dibison to---" he murmured,
"Do that." He said calmly.
Raven is pleased with himself. The litenuant was sure up to his ass running like hell and scram before he can blast the damn thing straight to his 'family's jewels' right to kingdom come. Moments later, he hear a heavy thudding sound and saw the head of the Dibison by the mountain view, attempting to climb up the thickly snowed mountain.
'He is going to use all his fire power to blast me off.' He thought, 'This is just getting exciting.'
Raven does not need his zoid to take the Dibison down. Making use of the weather, he called for shadow---who in turn knowing his master's plan, create a giant snow ball that run downhill eventually leading into one big avalanche. Soon enough, the snow choked and buried the giant zoid, its firepower neutralized thoroughly by it.
"Looks like he won't be coming back, shadow."
*****
Home
Or at least for awhile. Staring at the cabin that has nothing but it's basic essentials, Raven has to scare off the tenants so he can have the place temporarily for his own. The area and the current weather is a good spot to hide, not to mention his genobreaker hidden just thickly among the woods behind the cabin. He didn't have to worry about the food supply, since there was a lot left by the previous owner. Canned beans, canned vegetables, canned meat, a lot of anything canned on ready to eat---except for the raw fish. Oh, and also some coffee.
Grumbling, he snatched a canned meat from the shelf and knifed it open, and starts digging hungrily to its contents with one gloved hand. He hadn't eaten for days, and he doesn't mind his etiquette at all. After getting much of his strength back, he will resume his mission to take Flyheight down at all cost.
There came some annoyed metallic grunt from Shadow who is a feet behind him. "What is it now? You are hungry?" he thought for a moment, then just eyeing his organoid with slight contempt. "I forgot, you don't eat like I do." He munched back at his food, and then spat some of it to the sink. 'The canned meat is starting to taste a little frozen,' he cursed, then without thinking he decided to cook. Absentmindedly, he grabbed the nearest apron he could find, tie it to his waist and get the canned meat to simmer in a thin frying pan over the stove. As he cooks it, the contents seems to shrink with the heat, and he added some canned vegetables and more meat--- he didn't care how it will taste like, he is just hungry, and by means he is going to eat a ton of it right now.
Suddenly, the organoid diverted its attention to something else, hearing some sound coming from the other cabin door by the kitchenette, and quickly starts making angry hissing sounds and starts to walk away swiftly. Curiously and with caution, Raven followed, with a spatula in tow. Then he opened the door and padded out into the living room, nearly tripping over Shadow's tail, who looked up at him and cursed mildly again. He looked up at the door for a moment, then back at Shadow.
"Some watch guard." He told his organoid
Raven turned his sharp gaze to the cabin kitchenette door, the open front door, and the dusty blonde stranger leaning against the jamb, who was staring at him with some surprise.
"W-e-e-ll," Thomas said, the world drawled out. "It's look like you are certainly making yourself domesticated."
Raven felt an angry flush in his cheeks, frustrated to see the darn litenuant from the guardian force is still alive. He looked down and noticed that he was staring down at him with partial amusement, he forgot all about the apron and the spatula he is holding about. Worse, he realized the apron he was wearing is a pink frilly one. Raven gave himself a mental kick in the butt.
"I thought I killed you already." Raven said irritatedly, trying to untie the pink apron.
He smiled. "I came back,"
There is a strange confidence and arrogance in Thomas' tone that seems a rather odd, and he finds it strangely interesting. 'Why not let him in? He might lead us to something important---especially to that Flyheight,' he thought.
With a fake sigh, Raven padded around the low partition that divided kitchen from the living room, and poured a mug of coffee. Obviously, he had company for a while. He lifted his mug questioningly at the visitor.
"Thank you." Thomas accepted reluctantly, wondering if there is anything that Raven might have added in his coffee, as he appeared to the other side of the partition. Raven poured another mug, looked at Thomas with inquiry and was told he took it black, then handed him the mug.
"We got off the wrong foot," he told after an appreciative sip of the coffee, "I don't expect to find you here, and anyway, not yet a part of my mission objective."
"Hmph. Not yet?" Raven said, looking up from his own mug, shadow grunted in agreement. "I swore that you are attempting to bring your useless zoid uphill. Tell me that is NOT a part of your mission objective."
Thomas mumbled something incoherently, his green gaze wondering "---My objective is to re-join Flyheight and the others for some important briefing. That's none of your concern as far as I can tell."
"Whatever briefing you may be LOOKING for, you're not going to see on my top. Specifically, on my apron." 'Which is so damned pink and ridiculous and I can't take it off!' Raven added silently.
Thomas grinned suddenly, green eyes that were sheepish lifting to his face. "Sorry," he murmured. "At least---Hell, I'm not sorry. I'm human. It's just not like you seen wearing such a thing, I mean a pink apron and---"
"I'm cooking and this crap is the first thing I grabbed without knowing." He told him dryly, his indigo gaze partially furious. Adding, "Thomas Schubaltz, It's difficult to talk to someone who won't look you in the eye."
He seemed to withdraw his gaze with great effort and fixed it on his coffee cup. "Then" he muttered, "---remove the damn apron."
Raven looked down, swore mildly and with some much effort and a small pocket knife removed the infernal thing off his body.
"That's better." He sighed, and took a few gulps of his coffee.
"It wasn't intentional."
"No one asked you if it's intentional." He was studying him, his green eyes nearly weary as the cold indigo ones that looked back at him. He cleared his throat, "No one will be terrified of a young man charging the battlefield in a pink apron."
Thomas is going to enjoy the piece of embarrassment he had, and it's the worse thing that could ever happen to him. 'Damn, this is my territory! Why would I let this stubborn prick has his own way?!' Raven felt his temper creeping, "Thomas---"
"Not now, Raven. If you have something against me, we can always fight it over at the battlefield."
'You damn wuss, it's Van I'm going to face off in the battlefield.' He thought.
Thomas looked at him, "I'll try to convince you, you know."
"Hmph. Whatever." He said inaudibly, almost gritting his teeth. "But you won't succeed. It will take time for you to realize that, unfortunately. Pity you won't just take my word for it."
Thomas shook his head, slowly and firmly.
Raven looked at him and felt even more hungry and tired. "But in the meantime, leave. I have to eat and get some sleep."
"You have knocked down my Dibison, I'm afraid."
"Then get the horse tied outside the cabin, it's not mine anyway."
Thomas considered the matter, hoping he could negotiate with the youth. "Look," he said, "We are both hungry and tired. And if I had to ride all those ten miles back down this mountain today, I'll get myself killed. If you really want to see how damned good I am these days, spare me and let me sleep on your couch."
"No."
He looked at him pathetically. Trying to humor the gray-haired pilot, "I think we have the same thing, I consider Van as my rival, but only to Miss Fiona's affection. I'd like to have children with her someday. If I have to get back on a horse," he said, "I'll never be able to father children."
It surprised a laugh out of Raven. He realized, while the youth gazed out to him humorously, noticing he was determined to stay. Raven also realized he was also too damned tired to argue.
"Oh the hell," he said, "Take the couch. I'm going to eat and then go to bed." He turned away and walked down the hall to the small kitchenette and, was, literally, digging his food hungrily then brings it up to his room and collapsed down before his head hits the pillow.
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Note: Yap ^-^ the title is not in Japanese because this happens to be the continuation to 'don't do this to me' Yes, Finally! By the way, It is ( Thomas x Raven x Karl pairing (BUT not exactly at that order) which means ***repeats the same statement regards yaoi from previous fics, and a lot of OT rants*** oh well here it goes..the first part is not what it seems---how I get Raven in the picture, I just don't know O_o
**feels sleepy after eating too much fish fillet and slumped face down her vegetables**
Cruel Intentions
By RaVen0us
'It wasn't a dead body' Raven thought decidedly. It was breathing.
"It's alive, shadow." He said.
Shadow sat down in the dirt, his glowing red eyes peering at the body with the unfocused look of a drunkard after a weekend binge. Which was the case. Raven could sympathize (somehow) with his companion, but unlike Shadow, his own lack of focus came from a horrendous case of just plain supplanted irritation.
"You're on my way," Raven told the body coldly.
The body stirred. A familiar dark blonde head reached up to push back a short cloth, revealing a lean face from which a pair of bloodshot green eyes peered at him unhappily. It's Lt. Thomas Schubaltz, and for some reason he seemed unfazed by Raven's presence. "This place is empty," he disagreed in a weary voice.
"Only because I wasn't here. I am now. So it isn't empty, Go away."
Thomas folded his tall length into a sitting position, removed the kerchief from his head to run his fingers through his wavy deep blonde tresses and squared his lean shoulders. He peered past Raven to see that he was alone, and curiously, without his feared Zoid. 'must he hiding it somewhere', but he didn't mind either knowing, in situations like this he should be calm, since with the sound of it, Raven seems like he's not a threat---for now. He sighed, getting to his feet reluctantly.
"Well---" he said, looking at the almost broken down cabin where he had refuge for the snow storm. "---since you lived here---apparently---maybe you can tell me where to locate someone. I've been looking for two days---"
"I know nothing about my neighbors." Raven cuts in abruptly,
He regarded the youth for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Shadow. Apparently, answering sarcasm with sarcasm. "What in Zi's name is that?"
"That." Raven said coldly, "Happens to be my dark organoid. You won't like to see it if it mobilize."
There was a long uneasy silence between two enemies, staring icily at each other as the snow storm that had already subsided. Deciding to ignore the insult on his organoid, Raven asked, "How did you get up here?" He looked at Thomas up and down with intense scrutiny adding, "You look like you walked."
Thomas glanced briefly down at himself, at his trousers, body protectors and clothes liberally coated with dust, then stared at him, ignoring his question. "Mind me what a hardened son of a bitch like you is doing here in the back of beyond?"
Raven flinched, and his organoid shadow growled angrily at the deliberate insult. 'This was clearly sarcasm, he wants one then he'll get it' he thought. Looking up at him (something he didn't often have to do), a slow sardonic smile creased to the side of his cheeks, "I needed peace and quiet for my knitting."
"Ha! Yeah right! YOU are enjoying your solitude knitting---" Thomas snapped, but then he stopped, since Raven turned and gone to get something beside his shelter. A moment later he was before him again, and Thomas took an involuntary step back.
Raven slid two shells into the shotgun and closed the breech with a deadly snap. He held the gun negligently, the barrel pointed between Thomas' two legs.
"I'll just get my Dibison to---" he murmured,
"Do that." He said calmly.
Raven is pleased with himself. The litenuant was sure up to his ass running like hell and scram before he can blast the damn thing straight to his 'family's jewels' right to kingdom come. Moments later, he hear a heavy thudding sound and saw the head of the Dibison by the mountain view, attempting to climb up the thickly snowed mountain.
'He is going to use all his fire power to blast me off.' He thought, 'This is just getting exciting.'
Raven does not need his zoid to take the Dibison down. Making use of the weather, he called for shadow---who in turn knowing his master's plan, create a giant snow ball that run downhill eventually leading into one big avalanche. Soon enough, the snow choked and buried the giant zoid, its firepower neutralized thoroughly by it.
"Looks like he won't be coming back, shadow."
*****
Home
Or at least for awhile. Staring at the cabin that has nothing but it's basic essentials, Raven has to scare off the tenants so he can have the place temporarily for his own. The area and the current weather is a good spot to hide, not to mention his genobreaker hidden just thickly among the woods behind the cabin. He didn't have to worry about the food supply, since there was a lot left by the previous owner. Canned beans, canned vegetables, canned meat, a lot of anything canned on ready to eat---except for the raw fish. Oh, and also some coffee.
Grumbling, he snatched a canned meat from the shelf and knifed it open, and starts digging hungrily to its contents with one gloved hand. He hadn't eaten for days, and he doesn't mind his etiquette at all. After getting much of his strength back, he will resume his mission to take Flyheight down at all cost.
There came some annoyed metallic grunt from Shadow who is a feet behind him. "What is it now? You are hungry?" he thought for a moment, then just eyeing his organoid with slight contempt. "I forgot, you don't eat like I do." He munched back at his food, and then spat some of it to the sink. 'The canned meat is starting to taste a little frozen,' he cursed, then without thinking he decided to cook. Absentmindedly, he grabbed the nearest apron he could find, tie it to his waist and get the canned meat to simmer in a thin frying pan over the stove. As he cooks it, the contents seems to shrink with the heat, and he added some canned vegetables and more meat--- he didn't care how it will taste like, he is just hungry, and by means he is going to eat a ton of it right now.
Suddenly, the organoid diverted its attention to something else, hearing some sound coming from the other cabin door by the kitchenette, and quickly starts making angry hissing sounds and starts to walk away swiftly. Curiously and with caution, Raven followed, with a spatula in tow. Then he opened the door and padded out into the living room, nearly tripping over Shadow's tail, who looked up at him and cursed mildly again. He looked up at the door for a moment, then back at Shadow.
"Some watch guard." He told his organoid
Raven turned his sharp gaze to the cabin kitchenette door, the open front door, and the dusty blonde stranger leaning against the jamb, who was staring at him with some surprise.
"W-e-e-ll," Thomas said, the world drawled out. "It's look like you are certainly making yourself domesticated."
Raven felt an angry flush in his cheeks, frustrated to see the darn litenuant from the guardian force is still alive. He looked down and noticed that he was staring down at him with partial amusement, he forgot all about the apron and the spatula he is holding about. Worse, he realized the apron he was wearing is a pink frilly one. Raven gave himself a mental kick in the butt.
"I thought I killed you already." Raven said irritatedly, trying to untie the pink apron.
He smiled. "I came back,"
There is a strange confidence and arrogance in Thomas' tone that seems a rather odd, and he finds it strangely interesting. 'Why not let him in? He might lead us to something important---especially to that Flyheight,' he thought.
With a fake sigh, Raven padded around the low partition that divided kitchen from the living room, and poured a mug of coffee. Obviously, he had company for a while. He lifted his mug questioningly at the visitor.
"Thank you." Thomas accepted reluctantly, wondering if there is anything that Raven might have added in his coffee, as he appeared to the other side of the partition. Raven poured another mug, looked at Thomas with inquiry and was told he took it black, then handed him the mug.
"We got off the wrong foot," he told after an appreciative sip of the coffee, "I don't expect to find you here, and anyway, not yet a part of my mission objective."
"Hmph. Not yet?" Raven said, looking up from his own mug, shadow grunted in agreement. "I swore that you are attempting to bring your useless zoid uphill. Tell me that is NOT a part of your mission objective."
Thomas mumbled something incoherently, his green gaze wondering "---My objective is to re-join Flyheight and the others for some important briefing. That's none of your concern as far as I can tell."
"Whatever briefing you may be LOOKING for, you're not going to see on my top. Specifically, on my apron." 'Which is so damned pink and ridiculous and I can't take it off!' Raven added silently.
Thomas grinned suddenly, green eyes that were sheepish lifting to his face. "Sorry," he murmured. "At least---Hell, I'm not sorry. I'm human. It's just not like you seen wearing such a thing, I mean a pink apron and---"
"I'm cooking and this crap is the first thing I grabbed without knowing." He told him dryly, his indigo gaze partially furious. Adding, "Thomas Schubaltz, It's difficult to talk to someone who won't look you in the eye."
He seemed to withdraw his gaze with great effort and fixed it on his coffee cup. "Then" he muttered, "---remove the damn apron."
Raven looked down, swore mildly and with some much effort and a small pocket knife removed the infernal thing off his body.
"That's better." He sighed, and took a few gulps of his coffee.
"It wasn't intentional."
"No one asked you if it's intentional." He was studying him, his green eyes nearly weary as the cold indigo ones that looked back at him. He cleared his throat, "No one will be terrified of a young man charging the battlefield in a pink apron."
Thomas is going to enjoy the piece of embarrassment he had, and it's the worse thing that could ever happen to him. 'Damn, this is my territory! Why would I let this stubborn prick has his own way?!' Raven felt his temper creeping, "Thomas---"
"Not now, Raven. If you have something against me, we can always fight it over at the battlefield."
'You damn wuss, it's Van I'm going to face off in the battlefield.' He thought.
Thomas looked at him, "I'll try to convince you, you know."
"Hmph. Whatever." He said inaudibly, almost gritting his teeth. "But you won't succeed. It will take time for you to realize that, unfortunately. Pity you won't just take my word for it."
Thomas shook his head, slowly and firmly.
Raven looked at him and felt even more hungry and tired. "But in the meantime, leave. I have to eat and get some sleep."
"You have knocked down my Dibison, I'm afraid."
"Then get the horse tied outside the cabin, it's not mine anyway."
Thomas considered the matter, hoping he could negotiate with the youth. "Look," he said, "We are both hungry and tired. And if I had to ride all those ten miles back down this mountain today, I'll get myself killed. If you really want to see how damned good I am these days, spare me and let me sleep on your couch."
"No."
He looked at him pathetically. Trying to humor the gray-haired pilot, "I think we have the same thing, I consider Van as my rival, but only to Miss Fiona's affection. I'd like to have children with her someday. If I have to get back on a horse," he said, "I'll never be able to father children."
It surprised a laugh out of Raven. He realized, while the youth gazed out to him humorously, noticing he was determined to stay. Raven also realized he was also too damned tired to argue.
"Oh the hell," he said, "Take the couch. I'm going to eat and then go to bed." He turned away and walked down the hall to the small kitchenette and, was, literally, digging his food hungrily then brings it up to his room and collapsed down before his head hits the pillow.
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