Disclaimers: I don't own any characters. Just like to watch them squirm
under me muses XD
Authors comments: It's 2.AM! @.@ I was about to read some yummy Pirates of
the Caribbean slash stories, when this idea came to me. Plus, I have never
watched Weiss Kreuz. Read a few stories about the characters though.
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The meaning of life, Aya style.
"You have very pretty eyeballs." Aya stated as he stared into Yohji's eyes.
Yohji blinked.
"Can I have your eyeballs? They're very pretty. I like to lick eyeballs. Mind you they're more easy to lick if inside of ones skull, that way you can lick all the goody off."
Yohji took a step backwards.
"Did I ever tell you I grew up on a farm? I did! I grew up with sheep. I like sheep. They smell very sheepish. Maybe I liked them a little too much." Aya licked his lips and glomped onto the poor blonde haired bishie. "I had a favorite sheep. Its name was 'Bobby. Bobby-Two-Ton-Mary-Lou'. It had a very fluffy tail. I like fluffy tails."
Ken and Omi stared in shock as Aya started to slowly fall to the floor. Yohji clinging to him. His shoulders shaking like a Mexican jelly bean on crack.
"Oh nooooo!" Aya wailed. "How could I have forgotten what happened to poor 'Bobby-Two-Ton-Marry-Lou'? My poor booby-chan." Yohji snorted. "It was taken away by the giant cheese grates that wander the earth. Looking for sheep with very fluffy tails. WORSHIP THE TAIL!!!!" Aya started into Yohji eyes.
"I like cheese."
Gasps came from Ken and Omi at this admission. For Aya hated cheese. He hated all things cheesy. Except for cheese buns covered with German-goat- milk-butter-cheese. Aya loved German goats milk butter cheese. It was his favorite. In fact, he had a mini-shrine to it in his room where he practiced his cheese sacrifices in hope that one day the great cheese god will look upon him and grant him the power to be all cheesy!
Yohji finally managed to compose himself and sit up. Just as he was about to speak, Aya suddenly sat up and grabbed Yohji. "Can you hear them?" he whispered. Yohji composed himself again, trying desperately to keep a straight face. "It's...it's the goats! They want their cheese back!" Aya jumped back and grabbed the nearest thing. Which happened to be a pair of boxers with Hamtaro and Pikachu making sweet love down by the fire engraved upon it.
"Gather team!" Aya roared as he stood up. "For we shall go and smite the evil goats who demand their cheese back!" Aya suddenly posed like sailor moon when off her mind control pills. "For we are" he pointed towards the stars, which were unable to be seen due to the fact that the team is inside and you can't really see the stars in Tokyo. "THE WHITE BOYS!" Aya roared his battle cry and ran screaming from the house into the streets of Tokyo, wearing his magic Mickey Mouse thong that sung if you pushed it in the right spot. Along with the pair of boxers that pictured Hamtaro and Pikachu making sweet, sweet love down by the fire perched on top of his head.
Omi and Ken slowly turned around and gazed upon a dying Yohji. "What," they both chorused. "Have you done this time?"
Yohji managed a shit-eating grin and handed them a package.
It was a package filled with sweet smelling brownies and a tiny note attached. 'Made by your friendly neighborhood assassins.'
End.
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The meaning of life, Aya style.
"You have very pretty eyeballs." Aya stated as he stared into Yohji's eyes.
Yohji blinked.
"Can I have your eyeballs? They're very pretty. I like to lick eyeballs. Mind you they're more easy to lick if inside of ones skull, that way you can lick all the goody off."
Yohji took a step backwards.
"Did I ever tell you I grew up on a farm? I did! I grew up with sheep. I like sheep. They smell very sheepish. Maybe I liked them a little too much." Aya licked his lips and glomped onto the poor blonde haired bishie. "I had a favorite sheep. Its name was 'Bobby. Bobby-Two-Ton-Mary-Lou'. It had a very fluffy tail. I like fluffy tails."
Ken and Omi stared in shock as Aya started to slowly fall to the floor. Yohji clinging to him. His shoulders shaking like a Mexican jelly bean on crack.
"Oh nooooo!" Aya wailed. "How could I have forgotten what happened to poor 'Bobby-Two-Ton-Marry-Lou'? My poor booby-chan." Yohji snorted. "It was taken away by the giant cheese grates that wander the earth. Looking for sheep with very fluffy tails. WORSHIP THE TAIL!!!!" Aya started into Yohji eyes.
"I like cheese."
Gasps came from Ken and Omi at this admission. For Aya hated cheese. He hated all things cheesy. Except for cheese buns covered with German-goat- milk-butter-cheese. Aya loved German goats milk butter cheese. It was his favorite. In fact, he had a mini-shrine to it in his room where he practiced his cheese sacrifices in hope that one day the great cheese god will look upon him and grant him the power to be all cheesy!
Yohji finally managed to compose himself and sit up. Just as he was about to speak, Aya suddenly sat up and grabbed Yohji. "Can you hear them?" he whispered. Yohji composed himself again, trying desperately to keep a straight face. "It's...it's the goats! They want their cheese back!" Aya jumped back and grabbed the nearest thing. Which happened to be a pair of boxers with Hamtaro and Pikachu making sweet love down by the fire engraved upon it.
"Gather team!" Aya roared as he stood up. "For we shall go and smite the evil goats who demand their cheese back!" Aya suddenly posed like sailor moon when off her mind control pills. "For we are" he pointed towards the stars, which were unable to be seen due to the fact that the team is inside and you can't really see the stars in Tokyo. "THE WHITE BOYS!" Aya roared his battle cry and ran screaming from the house into the streets of Tokyo, wearing his magic Mickey Mouse thong that sung if you pushed it in the right spot. Along with the pair of boxers that pictured Hamtaro and Pikachu making sweet, sweet love down by the fire perched on top of his head.
Omi and Ken slowly turned around and gazed upon a dying Yohji. "What," they both chorused. "Have you done this time?"
Yohji managed a shit-eating grin and handed them a package.
It was a package filled with sweet smelling brownies and a tiny note attached. 'Made by your friendly neighborhood assassins.'
End.
