Title: Pairing Off
Rating: PG-13 for language...
Pairings: Same ones as before....
Disclaimer: I don't own them....if I did, never mind. Just please don't sue, I get no money or anything from this and all you'll get are... *digs into pockets* candy wrappers and lint....yeah....
+blah+ indicates visions....
*blah* indicates POV
On with it!
Omi sighed and stared absently at the unusually empty Great Hall. Thanksgiving had come and gone and there weren't many people left. Two weeks before Christmas. He sighed again, trying to straighten out the confusing event of the last month and a half. Fifteen had disappeared after the incident on Halloween and several of the first years were panicking.
"Not as if anyone here is immune ya know?"
Omi turned to stare at the speaker. Schuldig was leaning against the table lazily, seeming to be staring at the table but the blond knew that the German had his eyes elsewhere.
"You'd be surprised the stuff I hear from these brats."
"About how it reminds them of the Chamber being opened but without the petrified bodies? Yeah, I know."
"Saa.... you're no fun 'Ttchi," Schuldig drawled, using the blonde's nickname.
"Ne, are you torturing everyone else because you're forced to be celibate Schu?" Nagi inquired as he approached the table.
"I'm not being _forced_ to be celibate..."
"Really now? I find _that_ hard to believe because Yoji told me that Aya's pissed at you as ever."
"Fich."
"Go harass someone else and leave my boyfriend alone ok?"
"Ja..." Schuldig mumbled as he wandered off. He didn't feel like being slammed into a wall for messing with the youngest Weiß kitten.
"So, I take it that since you're not in your dorm packing that you guys are here for the break."
"Hai. Everyone wanted to stay, we all know the reasons."
"Aa," Nagi seconded as he sat down.
Omi grinned, leaning slightly against the brunette. They didn't get to spend that much time together between class and the unfortunate fact that they had different dorms. Nagi smiled and wrapped a slender arm around his boyfriend's waist, relishing the one peaceful moment they'd had in what seemed like three months. The blond shifted slightly so he looked at the smaller boy to ask him a question. The question never came as he found Nagi's lips pressed roughly against his own. The youngest Weiß assassin melted into the kiss, moaning slightly as Nagi traced his lower lip with his tongue. The pair deepened the kiss as a voice tinged with amusement broke them apart quickly.
"I really don't think the world wants a show gentlemen. Might I suggest going upstairs to one of your dorms?" Ara asked, hand on one hip, headphones resting around her neck. Beside her was Kouji and he was looking away courteously.
"Ara-koi, I don't think you should make comments, they don't..."
"I know. I'm suggesting that they take it elsewhere so they don't frighten the small first years, amusing as that is," she answered over HT [1].
"Frightening? Since when do _you_ pass up the chance to scare people?"
"Well, two reasons, _I_ don't need to watch my teammate stick his tongue down my adopted brother's throat. That's reason one, two it's not nice to do that to people. You'll make poor Schu Schu jealous. Nagi, just take him our dorm, no one'll fucking care. Everyone suspects that Harry and Draco are goin' at it like a couple of minks over there anyway," the black-eyed girl said with a shrug before dragging her fiancé in another direction.
"That does sound like a good idea...." Nagi muttered under his breath before standing.
Omi stared at curiosity at the younger boy, eyes widening when his wrist was grabbed and he was promptly drug out of the Great Hall.
~*~
Yoji sat in the lounge, doodling aimlessly on the sheet of parchment before him. There were three or four sheets in front of him, half of them covered in ink drawings. Across from him in a massive overstuffed violet chair was Crawford, silently reading a Michael Criton book. The oldest Weiß member scowled. Ever since the American had kissed him, the oracle had ignored him. It didn't bode well with him and he wondered briefly who taught the uptight how to kiss. Then he wondered who told him to ignore people once he kissed them in such a manner.
*I swear to the Kami, I'm going to get him to stop ignoring me if it's the last thing I do dammit! He can't keep pretending that nothing happened....damn him*
Crawford looked up, gold eyes narrowing at the sight of Yoji's green ones boring into his head. He placed the bookmark between the pages to mark his place and sat the book on his lap to return the blonde's stare.
"What do you want Kudo?"
"Why did you kiss me that day?"
"I don't know. Just drop it," the oracle muttered as he stood to leave. If the other man was going to scrutinize him all night...
He felt a grip of iron clasp around his wrist and turned to glare at the green-eyed man behind him. The trademark sunglasses were gone and emerald orbs were narrowed in anger.
"I _won't_ drop it Crawford. There's no way in Hell I will."
Crawford returned the other man's glare with one of his own, and the two began a match to see who could break the other first. Who would win the battle for dominance? The American wasn't about to give up but he wanted to finish his book.
FLASH!
+A tangle of limbs, breath coming in heavy pants. Wordless encouragement. A final arch and he caught the face of his lover in the throes of ecstasy. Yoji...+
Crawford's eyes widened in shock. He and Yoji? That just wasn't possible.... but then, his visions hadn't steered him wrong.... he didn't really have time to contemplate the idea though as the man in question surged forward and crushed his mouth roughly against the oracle's, taking advantage of the other's parted lips to thrust his tongue in his mouth. The American's eyes widened before fluttering shut under the onslaught. Maybe the idea wasn't so horrible after all he thought as the blonde dragged him down the hall into a room and shut the door.
~*~
Farfarello tossed the knife absently at the door, watching indifferently as it was embedded in the wood beside its brothers. Their dorm room was vacant except for them and the boy Lance. Not that the other boy spent a lot of time in the room, much less the dorm period. Which essentially meant that the pair had the room to themselves. Not that he was complaining any. He grinned and tossed a look to the brunette who was absorbed in a soccer magazine. The other boy would have to be distracted if the Irishman was going to have any fun. He stood and shortened the distance between them quickly, sitting beside the reclining assassin and plucking the magazine from his hands and letting flutter to the floor.
"Far...far...ello? What...?"
The only reply Ken got was a feral grin and a maniacal giggle.
~*~
Ran sat in the hospital wing, watching the comatose form of his sister. The woman in charge of the wing had said it was a matter of Aya-chan wanting to wake up, not that anything was wrong with her. He sighed and stood, violet eyes narrowing at the sight of the Schwarz telepath leaning against the door idly.
"Saa.... Ran-chan, it's no good to be depressed near Christmas..."
"Go away," he answered dully as he moved to push past the redhead.
" You're grumpy, as usual. C'mon, lighten up a little; you've been a prick since we went to Hogsmeade or whatever the place was called. It's not fair."
"I agreed to spend the day with you, that was all. Nothing more. And if I recall correctly, I spent the afternoon and evening with you."
"Gods you're bitter," he grumbled.
Ran didn't reply as he began to push past the other redhead. He froze, eyes widening when he felt long fingers wrap around his wrist. He turned angry, wide violet orbs to glare at the German, the look promising death as soon as the truce was over.
"Saa, you can threaten to kill me all you like, we both know you won't do it."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Just a hunch...if you wanted to kill me, I think you'd have done so already, am I right?"
Ran didn't reply, he settled for glaring at the other man.
"When will you learn...Ran-chan...that your glares and such have no effect on me?"
"Let. Me. Go. Schuldig," he growled.
"No, I think I'll hang on for a bit longer, see how long it'll take you to come to your senses. See, I figured, I'd made myself _pretty_ obvious and yet everyone else sees it except you. You're just oblivious. It's shameful really, not to mention a huge pain in the ass."
"What are you babbling about?"
Schuldig leaned over till his mouth was all but pressed against the other's ear.
"I. Want. You," he whispered before pulling back slightly to watch the others reaction.
The Weiß assassin's eyes widened to the size of saucers and they shifted nervously in his sockets. The only thing to give away his shock and nervousness. The arrogant, loudmouthed German...wanted him? The sheer idea was.... strangely...appealing.
"Looks like you've finally come around katzchen."
"Oh? You think I'll let you have your way?" he inquired, one thin red eyebrow raised in question.
"Depends. Why don't we take this...."
"This way," Ran growled as he flipped the positions of their hands and dragged the German down the hallways to his room and shut the door.
~*~
Draco frowned slightly as the feeling of lips against his neck ceased and the other boy stopped the attention to his lover.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just thinking it's great to have a basically problem-free year."
~*~
*How pathetic. They're all 'bonding'. How sickeningly naïve. Oh well. I can't wait to destroy them all. It doesn't matter how tightly bound they are, in the end, it won't matter. The end is coming for you pathetic humans and I'll finally prove that I'm the superior being. *
A/N: Ok, that took _way_ too long. That was sad....the chapter wasn't even that long. Truth be told, writer's block sucks. I'll tyr and get the next few chapters up soon, I just dunno how soon. Please, for the love of Daruma review...
1. Theme from Trigun.
Rating: PG-13 for language...
Pairings: Same ones as before....
Disclaimer: I don't own them....if I did, never mind. Just please don't sue, I get no money or anything from this and all you'll get are... *digs into pockets* candy wrappers and lint....yeah....
+blah+ indicates visions....
*blah* indicates POV
On with it!
Omi sighed and stared absently at the unusually empty Great Hall. Thanksgiving had come and gone and there weren't many people left. Two weeks before Christmas. He sighed again, trying to straighten out the confusing event of the last month and a half. Fifteen had disappeared after the incident on Halloween and several of the first years were panicking.
"Not as if anyone here is immune ya know?"
Omi turned to stare at the speaker. Schuldig was leaning against the table lazily, seeming to be staring at the table but the blond knew that the German had his eyes elsewhere.
"You'd be surprised the stuff I hear from these brats."
"About how it reminds them of the Chamber being opened but without the petrified bodies? Yeah, I know."
"Saa.... you're no fun 'Ttchi," Schuldig drawled, using the blonde's nickname.
"Ne, are you torturing everyone else because you're forced to be celibate Schu?" Nagi inquired as he approached the table.
"I'm not being _forced_ to be celibate..."
"Really now? I find _that_ hard to believe because Yoji told me that Aya's pissed at you as ever."
"Fich."
"Go harass someone else and leave my boyfriend alone ok?"
"Ja..." Schuldig mumbled as he wandered off. He didn't feel like being slammed into a wall for messing with the youngest Weiß kitten.
"So, I take it that since you're not in your dorm packing that you guys are here for the break."
"Hai. Everyone wanted to stay, we all know the reasons."
"Aa," Nagi seconded as he sat down.
Omi grinned, leaning slightly against the brunette. They didn't get to spend that much time together between class and the unfortunate fact that they had different dorms. Nagi smiled and wrapped a slender arm around his boyfriend's waist, relishing the one peaceful moment they'd had in what seemed like three months. The blond shifted slightly so he looked at the smaller boy to ask him a question. The question never came as he found Nagi's lips pressed roughly against his own. The youngest Weiß assassin melted into the kiss, moaning slightly as Nagi traced his lower lip with his tongue. The pair deepened the kiss as a voice tinged with amusement broke them apart quickly.
"I really don't think the world wants a show gentlemen. Might I suggest going upstairs to one of your dorms?" Ara asked, hand on one hip, headphones resting around her neck. Beside her was Kouji and he was looking away courteously.
"Ara-koi, I don't think you should make comments, they don't..."
"I know. I'm suggesting that they take it elsewhere so they don't frighten the small first years, amusing as that is," she answered over HT [1].
"Frightening? Since when do _you_ pass up the chance to scare people?"
"Well, two reasons, _I_ don't need to watch my teammate stick his tongue down my adopted brother's throat. That's reason one, two it's not nice to do that to people. You'll make poor Schu Schu jealous. Nagi, just take him our dorm, no one'll fucking care. Everyone suspects that Harry and Draco are goin' at it like a couple of minks over there anyway," the black-eyed girl said with a shrug before dragging her fiancé in another direction.
"That does sound like a good idea...." Nagi muttered under his breath before standing.
Omi stared at curiosity at the younger boy, eyes widening when his wrist was grabbed and he was promptly drug out of the Great Hall.
~*~
Yoji sat in the lounge, doodling aimlessly on the sheet of parchment before him. There were three or four sheets in front of him, half of them covered in ink drawings. Across from him in a massive overstuffed violet chair was Crawford, silently reading a Michael Criton book. The oldest Weiß member scowled. Ever since the American had kissed him, the oracle had ignored him. It didn't bode well with him and he wondered briefly who taught the uptight how to kiss. Then he wondered who told him to ignore people once he kissed them in such a manner.
*I swear to the Kami, I'm going to get him to stop ignoring me if it's the last thing I do dammit! He can't keep pretending that nothing happened....damn him*
Crawford looked up, gold eyes narrowing at the sight of Yoji's green ones boring into his head. He placed the bookmark between the pages to mark his place and sat the book on his lap to return the blonde's stare.
"What do you want Kudo?"
"Why did you kiss me that day?"
"I don't know. Just drop it," the oracle muttered as he stood to leave. If the other man was going to scrutinize him all night...
He felt a grip of iron clasp around his wrist and turned to glare at the green-eyed man behind him. The trademark sunglasses were gone and emerald orbs were narrowed in anger.
"I _won't_ drop it Crawford. There's no way in Hell I will."
Crawford returned the other man's glare with one of his own, and the two began a match to see who could break the other first. Who would win the battle for dominance? The American wasn't about to give up but he wanted to finish his book.
FLASH!
+A tangle of limbs, breath coming in heavy pants. Wordless encouragement. A final arch and he caught the face of his lover in the throes of ecstasy. Yoji...+
Crawford's eyes widened in shock. He and Yoji? That just wasn't possible.... but then, his visions hadn't steered him wrong.... he didn't really have time to contemplate the idea though as the man in question surged forward and crushed his mouth roughly against the oracle's, taking advantage of the other's parted lips to thrust his tongue in his mouth. The American's eyes widened before fluttering shut under the onslaught. Maybe the idea wasn't so horrible after all he thought as the blonde dragged him down the hall into a room and shut the door.
~*~
Farfarello tossed the knife absently at the door, watching indifferently as it was embedded in the wood beside its brothers. Their dorm room was vacant except for them and the boy Lance. Not that the other boy spent a lot of time in the room, much less the dorm period. Which essentially meant that the pair had the room to themselves. Not that he was complaining any. He grinned and tossed a look to the brunette who was absorbed in a soccer magazine. The other boy would have to be distracted if the Irishman was going to have any fun. He stood and shortened the distance between them quickly, sitting beside the reclining assassin and plucking the magazine from his hands and letting flutter to the floor.
"Far...far...ello? What...?"
The only reply Ken got was a feral grin and a maniacal giggle.
~*~
Ran sat in the hospital wing, watching the comatose form of his sister. The woman in charge of the wing had said it was a matter of Aya-chan wanting to wake up, not that anything was wrong with her. He sighed and stood, violet eyes narrowing at the sight of the Schwarz telepath leaning against the door idly.
"Saa.... Ran-chan, it's no good to be depressed near Christmas..."
"Go away," he answered dully as he moved to push past the redhead.
" You're grumpy, as usual. C'mon, lighten up a little; you've been a prick since we went to Hogsmeade or whatever the place was called. It's not fair."
"I agreed to spend the day with you, that was all. Nothing more. And if I recall correctly, I spent the afternoon and evening with you."
"Gods you're bitter," he grumbled.
Ran didn't reply as he began to push past the other redhead. He froze, eyes widening when he felt long fingers wrap around his wrist. He turned angry, wide violet orbs to glare at the German, the look promising death as soon as the truce was over.
"Saa, you can threaten to kill me all you like, we both know you won't do it."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Just a hunch...if you wanted to kill me, I think you'd have done so already, am I right?"
Ran didn't reply, he settled for glaring at the other man.
"When will you learn...Ran-chan...that your glares and such have no effect on me?"
"Let. Me. Go. Schuldig," he growled.
"No, I think I'll hang on for a bit longer, see how long it'll take you to come to your senses. See, I figured, I'd made myself _pretty_ obvious and yet everyone else sees it except you. You're just oblivious. It's shameful really, not to mention a huge pain in the ass."
"What are you babbling about?"
Schuldig leaned over till his mouth was all but pressed against the other's ear.
"I. Want. You," he whispered before pulling back slightly to watch the others reaction.
The Weiß assassin's eyes widened to the size of saucers and they shifted nervously in his sockets. The only thing to give away his shock and nervousness. The arrogant, loudmouthed German...wanted him? The sheer idea was.... strangely...appealing.
"Looks like you've finally come around katzchen."
"Oh? You think I'll let you have your way?" he inquired, one thin red eyebrow raised in question.
"Depends. Why don't we take this...."
"This way," Ran growled as he flipped the positions of their hands and dragged the German down the hallways to his room and shut the door.
~*~
Draco frowned slightly as the feeling of lips against his neck ceased and the other boy stopped the attention to his lover.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just thinking it's great to have a basically problem-free year."
~*~
*How pathetic. They're all 'bonding'. How sickeningly naïve. Oh well. I can't wait to destroy them all. It doesn't matter how tightly bound they are, in the end, it won't matter. The end is coming for you pathetic humans and I'll finally prove that I'm the superior being. *
A/N: Ok, that took _way_ too long. That was sad....the chapter wasn't even that long. Truth be told, writer's block sucks. I'll tyr and get the next few chapters up soon, I just dunno how soon. Please, for the love of Daruma review...
1. Theme from Trigun.
