Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Weiss Kreuz or anything, really. T.T I wish I
did.
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Something New
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After a couple more shouts, cries, screams, and even catcalls, we arrived at our destination. Along the way, I noticed Farfarello's face was fixed in a disturbed expression. He looked about ready to jump the next person that screamed. I feared that he would really get riled as soon as another guy complimented his ass. No, that's besides me.
I saw that grim look slip from his face as soon as we got there. I could see his single amber eye light up and a grin now replaced his frown. He obviously seemed excited to be visiting somewhere outside his white padded walls. He grasped my hand and tugged me toward the double doors.
We didn't get very far inside without more people seeing us and gasping in horror; especially with how 'friendly' we looked with each other at the moment. I was asked a couple times within a few minutes if I was a girl. Each time, Farfarello laughed and kissed me full on the lips. He would reply with "Why not?" Those few people gave us some confused looks, whispered amongst each other, and then slowly walked away. The only possible good comments we got were from a group of people that looked like Farf. They gave some hoots and congratulated him on his 'catch'. I was a little disturbed and had nothing to say about that one then, and I still don't have anything now.
I felt a tug on my sleeve and dropped any thoughts I had in the past minutes. Farfarello pointed to a store in front of us. It had large doors like gates with a big lock on it connected to a chain. Gargoyles watched the passers-by with intense stares. The inside of the store was almost worse that the outside. The employees, all clad in black and other dark colors, held a sort of hidden animosity that could stun any average person. Clearly, it was set apart from the others to intimidate. And yet Farfarello couldn't seem happier. He looked like he was in his own little heaven just looking at it. So, still hand in hand, I was dragged into the store.
Apparently some little school girls had stumbled in on accident. If it wasn't an accident, I'm not sure why they were there then. I couldn't hold back a laugh when Farfarello growled at them. The two girls shrieked and ran from the store. Seemingly impressed, a short girl in a large, ruffled, black dress tapped Farf on the shoulder and asked if he was looking for anything in particular.
"Hmm," he thought for a moment, "have any body rings?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "This way," she said. She guiding him to a large glass display built in the wall. I honestly don't think I've ever seen so many different rings in my life.
Farf's face lit up when he saw them all. And it seemed almost immediately, he knew what he wanted. He pointed to one with a small red bead trapped in the middle of the metal ring.
I couldn't help but agree; it really did look cool. "Only if you had your nose pierced," I sighed. "That would look neat."
My stomach turned when he gave me a mischievous grin. "Can I?" he begged giving me one of those cute puppy faces.
"We do free piercing," the girl suggested.
Farfarello beamed.
I slapped my forehead. I have such a big mouth.
~*~
About a half an hour and one new piercing later, we reached something that finally got my interest. My eyes widened and I grabbed his arm. I pointed to the sign and read out loud, "ARCADE!!"
His eyebrows rose and he looked at me like I was the insane one. "So? How is this supposed to excite me?" he asked.
"There are little kids we could be scaring right now, Farf!" I cried, taking his shoulders. "We could be kicking some little kids' asses in virtual land right now!" He still gave me somewhat of an odd expression.
"And what exactly would WE kick ass at? Can you think of anything?"
He had a point. I didn't play arcade games very much. "Well, I'm sure we'll find something. Come on." I took his hand again and pulled him into the arcade behind me.
We were both pretty surprised with the different age groups of people there. They ranged from somewhere around eight to eighteen. We stopped right inside the doorway, already transfixed by one of the machines. Its name was Dance Dance Revolution 5th Mix. I'm not sure what the 5th Mix part meant. I guessed it was just that version of the game or something. What really kept us staring though were the two guys playing it. They were both playing to something really fast that sounded like tribal music. They both appeared to be choreographed. They played backwards, they did some funky turn things, they did hand plants and a whole bunch of weird moves I've never seen. It seemed impossible that they could do so many tricks and still hit all the steps.
"I could do that," I muttered.
Farf nodded, eyes still fixed to the screen.
The song finished and they stepped off of the platform. "Do you want to battle?" the taller of the two asked Farf. He looked back at me and I nodded.
"You mean you want to play with me?" he asked.
The shorter one pushed his partner aside. "He means he wants to see if you can get a better score than him," he explained.
Farfarello grinned. "Sure."
They both laughed. "Have you ever played? It doesn't sound like it."
"No," Farfie said, 'but I've got the general idea."
I wondered if he knew what he was doing. It was slightly obvious that those two had been playing for quite a while and probably knew how to play blindfolded. More obvious than that was that if Farfarello lost, he'd probably kill them.
"Alright, you pick the songs."
Farfarello hopped onto the platform. And, after digging in his pockets, he slid in two quarters. His tall challenger slid in his own quarters and hit the green button. Farfarello pushed his own and selected VS Mode. A screen popped up with the songs listed. A sample of the song started to play. I couldn't hold back a wince. How could anyone in their right mind play to Brittany Spears? Farf's challenger hit the back button four times to change its difficulty, and not to be outdone, Farfarello did the same.
With that out of the way, he pressed the glowing green arrow on the left of the screen until he came to a song similar to the one they played before called Tribal Dance.
"You sure you want that one?" he teased. "It's hard for beginners."
"Shut up."
Farfarello's clever use of words stunned him so bad he missed at least ten arrows.
I was already stunned myself though. Farfarello hadn't missed anything yet. He remained in perfect step. I noticed that while Farfarello now held a combo of 120, his opponent only held 34. Already it was clear that Farfarello's score was higher. He was so good he had accumulated a large crowd as well. It went on the same for another two songs; (The second being Abyss and the third being Rhythm and Police.) Farfarello maintaining perfect scores and that other guy doing moves that cost him an arm and a leg.
When they finished, the resulting score had the duo tearing their hair out. The crowd ebbed away, maybe not wanting their heads torn off. They both sputtered until the smaller was able to speak. "We underestimated you. Er, we're sorry."
Farfarello laughed out loud. "Apology accepted. Thing is, you really are a lot better than me. You're worried about how good you look though." He stepped off and threw his arms around me. "I think I found a new hobby!"
"Well," they sighed, "thanks." They sounded really disappointed.
I hugged him back. "Heh, you made real fools out of them, liebe. This calls for ice cream!"
He smiled and licked my cheek. "That sounds good enough. Let's go then."
But when we stepped outside the door we were stopped again by the two DDR players. "Hey, wait a second! Hey, you!"
Farfarello turned around. "Hmm?"
They looked at each other and then back to Farf. "We wanted to know if you would like to be in our team. We've never seen anyone who's been able to play on their first try. You've got a real talent."
He looked back at me again to confirm and I nodded.
"Sure, I guess."
They gave each other high fives and shook Farfarello's hand.
"I'm Steve," the taller said.
"And I'm Ben."
He smirked, seemingly amused. "Farfarello."
"We'll see you around!" they cheered. They spun on their heels and left.
"They were an interesting bunch," I said. "We never got to kick those little kids' asses though."
"Yeah, but now I have a taste for ice cream. Shall we?" he asked, holding out an arm for me to take.
"Gladly."
~*~
Author's Notes: Well, I think I'm going to have to write about them eating ice cream. ^.^;; Tell me what you think. Suggestions? Give 'em! Requests? I'll take 'em! Please, just review. I love feedback. =D
And as a side note, DDR is an actual arcade game. I play it all the time and I can assure you, nobody can play that good on their first try. I was so confused the first time I brought it home, I almost took it back. It's really impossible that Farfarello played it on Maniac too; especially Rhythm and Police on Maniac. No possible way. If you want to see my DDR team's site go here:
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Something New
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After a couple more shouts, cries, screams, and even catcalls, we arrived at our destination. Along the way, I noticed Farfarello's face was fixed in a disturbed expression. He looked about ready to jump the next person that screamed. I feared that he would really get riled as soon as another guy complimented his ass. No, that's besides me.
I saw that grim look slip from his face as soon as we got there. I could see his single amber eye light up and a grin now replaced his frown. He obviously seemed excited to be visiting somewhere outside his white padded walls. He grasped my hand and tugged me toward the double doors.
We didn't get very far inside without more people seeing us and gasping in horror; especially with how 'friendly' we looked with each other at the moment. I was asked a couple times within a few minutes if I was a girl. Each time, Farfarello laughed and kissed me full on the lips. He would reply with "Why not?" Those few people gave us some confused looks, whispered amongst each other, and then slowly walked away. The only possible good comments we got were from a group of people that looked like Farf. They gave some hoots and congratulated him on his 'catch'. I was a little disturbed and had nothing to say about that one then, and I still don't have anything now.
I felt a tug on my sleeve and dropped any thoughts I had in the past minutes. Farfarello pointed to a store in front of us. It had large doors like gates with a big lock on it connected to a chain. Gargoyles watched the passers-by with intense stares. The inside of the store was almost worse that the outside. The employees, all clad in black and other dark colors, held a sort of hidden animosity that could stun any average person. Clearly, it was set apart from the others to intimidate. And yet Farfarello couldn't seem happier. He looked like he was in his own little heaven just looking at it. So, still hand in hand, I was dragged into the store.
Apparently some little school girls had stumbled in on accident. If it wasn't an accident, I'm not sure why they were there then. I couldn't hold back a laugh when Farfarello growled at them. The two girls shrieked and ran from the store. Seemingly impressed, a short girl in a large, ruffled, black dress tapped Farf on the shoulder and asked if he was looking for anything in particular.
"Hmm," he thought for a moment, "have any body rings?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "This way," she said. She guiding him to a large glass display built in the wall. I honestly don't think I've ever seen so many different rings in my life.
Farf's face lit up when he saw them all. And it seemed almost immediately, he knew what he wanted. He pointed to one with a small red bead trapped in the middle of the metal ring.
I couldn't help but agree; it really did look cool. "Only if you had your nose pierced," I sighed. "That would look neat."
My stomach turned when he gave me a mischievous grin. "Can I?" he begged giving me one of those cute puppy faces.
"We do free piercing," the girl suggested.
Farfarello beamed.
I slapped my forehead. I have such a big mouth.
~*~
About a half an hour and one new piercing later, we reached something that finally got my interest. My eyes widened and I grabbed his arm. I pointed to the sign and read out loud, "ARCADE!!"
His eyebrows rose and he looked at me like I was the insane one. "So? How is this supposed to excite me?" he asked.
"There are little kids we could be scaring right now, Farf!" I cried, taking his shoulders. "We could be kicking some little kids' asses in virtual land right now!" He still gave me somewhat of an odd expression.
"And what exactly would WE kick ass at? Can you think of anything?"
He had a point. I didn't play arcade games very much. "Well, I'm sure we'll find something. Come on." I took his hand again and pulled him into the arcade behind me.
We were both pretty surprised with the different age groups of people there. They ranged from somewhere around eight to eighteen. We stopped right inside the doorway, already transfixed by one of the machines. Its name was Dance Dance Revolution 5th Mix. I'm not sure what the 5th Mix part meant. I guessed it was just that version of the game or something. What really kept us staring though were the two guys playing it. They were both playing to something really fast that sounded like tribal music. They both appeared to be choreographed. They played backwards, they did some funky turn things, they did hand plants and a whole bunch of weird moves I've never seen. It seemed impossible that they could do so many tricks and still hit all the steps.
"I could do that," I muttered.
Farf nodded, eyes still fixed to the screen.
The song finished and they stepped off of the platform. "Do you want to battle?" the taller of the two asked Farf. He looked back at me and I nodded.
"You mean you want to play with me?" he asked.
The shorter one pushed his partner aside. "He means he wants to see if you can get a better score than him," he explained.
Farfarello grinned. "Sure."
They both laughed. "Have you ever played? It doesn't sound like it."
"No," Farfie said, 'but I've got the general idea."
I wondered if he knew what he was doing. It was slightly obvious that those two had been playing for quite a while and probably knew how to play blindfolded. More obvious than that was that if Farfarello lost, he'd probably kill them.
"Alright, you pick the songs."
Farfarello hopped onto the platform. And, after digging in his pockets, he slid in two quarters. His tall challenger slid in his own quarters and hit the green button. Farfarello pushed his own and selected VS Mode. A screen popped up with the songs listed. A sample of the song started to play. I couldn't hold back a wince. How could anyone in their right mind play to Brittany Spears? Farf's challenger hit the back button four times to change its difficulty, and not to be outdone, Farfarello did the same.
With that out of the way, he pressed the glowing green arrow on the left of the screen until he came to a song similar to the one they played before called Tribal Dance.
"You sure you want that one?" he teased. "It's hard for beginners."
"Shut up."
Farfarello's clever use of words stunned him so bad he missed at least ten arrows.
I was already stunned myself though. Farfarello hadn't missed anything yet. He remained in perfect step. I noticed that while Farfarello now held a combo of 120, his opponent only held 34. Already it was clear that Farfarello's score was higher. He was so good he had accumulated a large crowd as well. It went on the same for another two songs; (The second being Abyss and the third being Rhythm and Police.) Farfarello maintaining perfect scores and that other guy doing moves that cost him an arm and a leg.
When they finished, the resulting score had the duo tearing their hair out. The crowd ebbed away, maybe not wanting their heads torn off. They both sputtered until the smaller was able to speak. "We underestimated you. Er, we're sorry."
Farfarello laughed out loud. "Apology accepted. Thing is, you really are a lot better than me. You're worried about how good you look though." He stepped off and threw his arms around me. "I think I found a new hobby!"
"Well," they sighed, "thanks." They sounded really disappointed.
I hugged him back. "Heh, you made real fools out of them, liebe. This calls for ice cream!"
He smiled and licked my cheek. "That sounds good enough. Let's go then."
But when we stepped outside the door we were stopped again by the two DDR players. "Hey, wait a second! Hey, you!"
Farfarello turned around. "Hmm?"
They looked at each other and then back to Farf. "We wanted to know if you would like to be in our team. We've never seen anyone who's been able to play on their first try. You've got a real talent."
He looked back at me again to confirm and I nodded.
"Sure, I guess."
They gave each other high fives and shook Farfarello's hand.
"I'm Steve," the taller said.
"And I'm Ben."
He smirked, seemingly amused. "Farfarello."
"We'll see you around!" they cheered. They spun on their heels and left.
"They were an interesting bunch," I said. "We never got to kick those little kids' asses though."
"Yeah, but now I have a taste for ice cream. Shall we?" he asked, holding out an arm for me to take.
"Gladly."
~*~
Author's Notes: Well, I think I'm going to have to write about them eating ice cream. ^.^;; Tell me what you think. Suggestions? Give 'em! Requests? I'll take 'em! Please, just review. I love feedback. =D
And as a side note, DDR is an actual arcade game. I play it all the time and I can assure you, nobody can play that good on their first try. I was so confused the first time I brought it home, I almost took it back. It's really impossible that Farfarello played it on Maniac too; especially Rhythm and Police on Maniac. No possible way. If you want to see my DDR team's site go here:
