A/N: I haven't updated this for months and months. If anyone cares, I'm
sorry! *hides*
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. Or Yugioh.
I will use anyone in my story as a Weiss/Schwarz stalker, just give me your name and favorite guy. And I especially need a Ken stalker!
Warnings: Incorrect information about Weiss-they're not based in the US but in Japan. May or may not contain a small serious part. ABSOLUTELY NO PLOTLINE.
Mind-speaking with/from Schuldich will be like ~this~. And to clarify, Nagi goes to a different school than Omi.
CHAPTER FIVE
(Doorbell: *rings*)
"You get it." Schuldich stretched lazily on the couch and then pointed to Nagi.
"I'm doing homework," he protested.
"Get the door," Crawford said curtly, ending the discussion.
*
"What are you doing here?" Nagi hissed, recognizing the person only by their legs (their top half was obscured by an enormous bouquet of red roses).
"Delivering flowers," Omi replied sulkily. "They're for you."
"For . . . me?" Nagi couldn't imagine getting flowers. That is, unless a bomb or a tracking device was concealed within. "Is this a trap?"
"No it's not and these are heavy, so could you take them please?"
Nagi numbly took the flowers and watched Omi hurry off before turning around and, with some difficulty, fitting himself and the flowers through the front doorway.
*
Schuldich's eyes widened. "Who sent you flowers?" He rose to his feet and ripped the card off the bundle of flowers. "There's twenty-seven freaking names on here. Who likes you this much?!?"
Crawford smiled. It was Nagi's birthday, and he'd ensured a few people in his class were informed of that.
Farfarello removed a rose from the bunch and began carving it into pieces.
*
"Stupid school activities," Mr. Yuii hissed diabolically, staring at the photocopier with red-tinted eyes. "They interrupt my time with the students. I need to increase my influence on them . . . they will obey me . . ." He growled menacingly and, to vent his fury, took a pink flyer and tore it to pieces.
*
"Mokuba, I have a meeting I can't miss. I'm sorry, but I can't go to your concert." Seto Kaiba looked at his little brother.
"Please?"
"Mokuba . . ."
"PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!"
"I really need to attend the meeting!"
"I won't give back your Blue Eyes!" Mokuba sobbed.
"This is . . . you have my Blue Eyes?! Give it to me! Now!"
"Come to my concert!"
"ALL RIGHT! FINE! Now give my Blue Eyes!"
"I don't have it. How could I? It's in your deck."
"But you said . . ."
"I lied."
*
"One more delivery," Mr. Mail Man mumbled. Many people thought he was crazy, but in fact he simply spoke to spirits that others couldn't see. These invisible spirits would eventually dominate the world to wreak havoc and destruction, which could have been prevented had people actually listened to what Mr. Mail Man told them. But, as Mr. Mail Man's loneliness (after all, no one listened to him) slowly pulled him into insanity, he became the leader of the spirits and, to ensure true chaos, influenced many minds to vote for George W. Bush in the 2004 election.
This is not his story.
This is, however, the story of his delivery.
It was a letter.
*
"Yohji and Ken," Aya said, his voice chilly enough to freeze a cat into a square block of . . . cat-in-ice.
"Yes?" Yohji inquired breezily, flipping through his agenda.
"Are you aware that sales dropped seventy-five percent today? And that all buyers were middle-aged or older? And the woman who runs the shop for us added that a man inquired where the 'beautiful boys' were today, and winked."
Yohji cackled. Ken blushed.
Aya slumped into a chair and put his head in his hands. "I need my bunny," he mumbled. [A]
"What was that?" Inquired Omi.
"Nothing, nothing . . . Hidaka, make dinner. Don't mess it up," he added warningly, going into his room with the start of a migrane.
*
A severely burned roast chicken later, Weiss was sitting around doing a wonderful job of accomplishing nothing important. Aya read a book, Omi was doing homework, Yohji was on the phone in another room, and Ken was on the computer. After Ken's supremely unsuccessful attempts to make dinner, Aya had made an enormous pot of hot chocolate. There is something infinitely comforting about peacefully relaxing on a chilly day with a cup of hot cocoa. Aya was enjoying this comfort until a scratching noise was heard from the door.
Ken rose and went to the front door, where there was a letter lying on the carpet. He returned to the living room and handed it to Aya.
*
"TSUKIYONO!" Aya howled. "Since when are you performing in the school concert? AND WHY DO I HAVE TO GO?!"
~End~
[A]: Kumagorou
A/N: Too short, too stupid, and I ended it to boot. Well, I may write a new fic soon, I just kind of realized I had nowhere to go with this. Review please, I need feedback!
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. Or Yugioh.
I will use anyone in my story as a Weiss/Schwarz stalker, just give me your name and favorite guy. And I especially need a Ken stalker!
Warnings: Incorrect information about Weiss-they're not based in the US but in Japan. May or may not contain a small serious part. ABSOLUTELY NO PLOTLINE.
Mind-speaking with/from Schuldich will be like ~this~. And to clarify, Nagi goes to a different school than Omi.
CHAPTER FIVE
(Doorbell: *rings*)
"You get it." Schuldich stretched lazily on the couch and then pointed to Nagi.
"I'm doing homework," he protested.
"Get the door," Crawford said curtly, ending the discussion.
*
"What are you doing here?" Nagi hissed, recognizing the person only by their legs (their top half was obscured by an enormous bouquet of red roses).
"Delivering flowers," Omi replied sulkily. "They're for you."
"For . . . me?" Nagi couldn't imagine getting flowers. That is, unless a bomb or a tracking device was concealed within. "Is this a trap?"
"No it's not and these are heavy, so could you take them please?"
Nagi numbly took the flowers and watched Omi hurry off before turning around and, with some difficulty, fitting himself and the flowers through the front doorway.
*
Schuldich's eyes widened. "Who sent you flowers?" He rose to his feet and ripped the card off the bundle of flowers. "There's twenty-seven freaking names on here. Who likes you this much?!?"
Crawford smiled. It was Nagi's birthday, and he'd ensured a few people in his class were informed of that.
Farfarello removed a rose from the bunch and began carving it into pieces.
*
"Stupid school activities," Mr. Yuii hissed diabolically, staring at the photocopier with red-tinted eyes. "They interrupt my time with the students. I need to increase my influence on them . . . they will obey me . . ." He growled menacingly and, to vent his fury, took a pink flyer and tore it to pieces.
*
"Mokuba, I have a meeting I can't miss. I'm sorry, but I can't go to your concert." Seto Kaiba looked at his little brother.
"Please?"
"Mokuba . . ."
"PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!"
"I really need to attend the meeting!"
"I won't give back your Blue Eyes!" Mokuba sobbed.
"This is . . . you have my Blue Eyes?! Give it to me! Now!"
"Come to my concert!"
"ALL RIGHT! FINE! Now give my Blue Eyes!"
"I don't have it. How could I? It's in your deck."
"But you said . . ."
"I lied."
*
"One more delivery," Mr. Mail Man mumbled. Many people thought he was crazy, but in fact he simply spoke to spirits that others couldn't see. These invisible spirits would eventually dominate the world to wreak havoc and destruction, which could have been prevented had people actually listened to what Mr. Mail Man told them. But, as Mr. Mail Man's loneliness (after all, no one listened to him) slowly pulled him into insanity, he became the leader of the spirits and, to ensure true chaos, influenced many minds to vote for George W. Bush in the 2004 election.
This is not his story.
This is, however, the story of his delivery.
It was a letter.
*
"Yohji and Ken," Aya said, his voice chilly enough to freeze a cat into a square block of . . . cat-in-ice.
"Yes?" Yohji inquired breezily, flipping through his agenda.
"Are you aware that sales dropped seventy-five percent today? And that all buyers were middle-aged or older? And the woman who runs the shop for us added that a man inquired where the 'beautiful boys' were today, and winked."
Yohji cackled. Ken blushed.
Aya slumped into a chair and put his head in his hands. "I need my bunny," he mumbled. [A]
"What was that?" Inquired Omi.
"Nothing, nothing . . . Hidaka, make dinner. Don't mess it up," he added warningly, going into his room with the start of a migrane.
*
A severely burned roast chicken later, Weiss was sitting around doing a wonderful job of accomplishing nothing important. Aya read a book, Omi was doing homework, Yohji was on the phone in another room, and Ken was on the computer. After Ken's supremely unsuccessful attempts to make dinner, Aya had made an enormous pot of hot chocolate. There is something infinitely comforting about peacefully relaxing on a chilly day with a cup of hot cocoa. Aya was enjoying this comfort until a scratching noise was heard from the door.
Ken rose and went to the front door, where there was a letter lying on the carpet. He returned to the living room and handed it to Aya.
*
"TSUKIYONO!" Aya howled. "Since when are you performing in the school concert? AND WHY DO I HAVE TO GO?!"
~End~
[A]: Kumagorou
A/N: Too short, too stupid, and I ended it to boot. Well, I may write a new fic soon, I just kind of realized I had nowhere to go with this. Review please, I need feedback!