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Joy to the World
Phantom Sunstorm
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"Do it, I *dare* you."
The Irish man's haunting yellow eyes turned to stab at him. The manipulator smirked, his head nodded towards the topic of conversation, their target. Slowly, the manipulated followed his gaze, expression softening into a lull of serious contemplation.
"Do it," Schuldig urged, "piss in the eggnog."
Takatori's annual Christmas party was at full swing. Politicians and their families littered the dance floor, caters bustled to and fro, juggling trays of Western delicacy's, the entire Takatori clan ran from crowd to crowd, impressing people with their holiday cheer and ever present air of cunning mafia-isque personalities. The florists, who had arrived three hours before the party began, hung out in the shadows, trying not to look suspicious.
Farfarello's reached for the bowl of creamy yellowy liquid.
A hand came down on both assassins' shoulders. "Boys." Crawford murmured, giving them a harsh look before taking off to trail after Takatori.
Farfarello turned to Schuldig's for guidance. The older psychic stuck his hands in his coat pockets and shrugged. "There's always a Scrooge to end your holiday fun."
Another traditional eggnog defecation had halted before production even began. They tried to sneak something into the drinks every year. The year before last, Schuldig had actually managed to dump the entire vial of LSD into the bowl before Crawford came up with two workers and had them cart it away. Last year, Farfarello didn't even make it to the table before Crawford appeared with a clean handkerchief and removed the still bloody eyes from the psychopath's fingers. Three years ago, Nagi had the bottle of vodka posed over the surface, chickened out, and, to hide the evidence, chugged the drink down and tossed the bottle under the table before anyone could notice he had it.
Later the night, he threw up on Ouka. The two had been dating at the time. That was the end of their relationship.
"It's a tradition." Schuldig grumbled. "Doesn't he SEE that."
Farfarello tilted his head, "...I thought the tradition was to have it spoiled by Crawford." Schuldig glared. "...then to have you say, there's always a Scrooge to end our holiday fun..." Schuldig's left eye began to twitch. "...then for me to point that out..." Schuldig made a wringing motion with his hands, stopped short, and stormed off.
"...and for you to go off and pout." Farfarello finished. He kept an eye on the German, noting the direction he was taking. Straight towards the florists. Ah yes. This was very traditional. Now, in an hour, Nagi would be making his beeline to the men's room to escape the multitude of 12 year-old girls who kept asking to dance with him, find Schuldig and random boy X doing it like they do on the discovery channel in the bathroom sink, and claim his innocence had been once again robbed from him.
From the shadows, a brown haired florist glared. "I can't believe he can just stand there, enjoying the holidays like this, when every day he is the cause of so much torment, so much death, so much..." Ken's voice drifted into a pointless rant.
Aya, for once, was in agreement with his pig-headed partner. The stealthy assassin crossed his arms and hissed, "I wonder, what kind of sick pervert..."
"Ja, kitten." Schuldig stepped up behind them and wrapped an arm around Yohji's shoulder.
Aya's left eye began to twitch. Yohji's eye followed suit.
Schuldig pinched Yohji's cheek, "Aw, who's my favorite under cover agent? Who's the most cuddliest, stealthiest assassin in the world?" He cooed.
Ken shoved the two apart. "Back off, Schwartz. We're on a mission."
Schuldig regained his footing and sent them a drunken smile. "I wouldn't want to blow your cover."
"Exactly!" Ken barked. "...wait."
Omi buried his face in his hands.
Nagi stumbled off the dance floor. His feet throbbed and his body trembled. If he had to waltz with one more waddling twelve-year-old... what did he look like? A kid? He was fifteen. He looked... at least thirteen. Weren't they supposed to respect his age and leave him alone?
A dark figure hovered over him. A strand of mistletoe lay pinch in-between his fingers.
Nagi stared up in horror. "Farfarello!"
He took a step back, Farfarello took a step forward. They circled the room twice like that.
"What's WRONG with you tonight?" The teenager demanded. "What did you put in the eggnog?"
Farfarello grabbed him by the collar of his white dress jacket. Nagi went limp in terror. Mistletoe still raised overhead, Farfarello spun him around and pushed him into Ouka and her date.
"Ah! Pervert." Slap.
"...the hell are you?"
"So-sorry!"
The mistletoe glided under their three heads. Ouka, her date, and Nagi turned and stared at Farfarello, mouths ajar. The psychopath grinned. "Triple kiss."
"FarFARfello!"
"DADDY! Your body guards are BUGGING me AGAIN!"
"WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE???"
Across the room, Crawford popped a few aspirins into his mouth, chewing on them like candy. It was another Schwartz Christmas.
~~~
An hour later, Nagi made his annual retreat to the boy's bathroom. The only thing on his mind was escape.
He forgot, like he did every year, that he was destined to find Schuldig and random guy X waiting for him.
This year, he bumped into another bathroom retreater. "Sorry."
"Sorry."
They stared.
"Nagi?"
"Omi?"
The two stood there uneasily, before offering a smile of truce. They cautiously proceeded towards the bathroom entrance. Omi opened the door, Nagi graciously stepped through, than froze.
"JOY TO THE WORLD." A German voice screamed. "I HAD A MULTIPLE ORGANISM."
"Schuldig."
"YOHJI???"
"GAH! MY INNONCENCE ROBBED AGAIN!!!"
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sundialeve@mailcity.com
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Joy to the World
Phantom Sunstorm
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"Do it, I *dare* you."
The Irish man's haunting yellow eyes turned to stab at him. The manipulator smirked, his head nodded towards the topic of conversation, their target. Slowly, the manipulated followed his gaze, expression softening into a lull of serious contemplation.
"Do it," Schuldig urged, "piss in the eggnog."
Takatori's annual Christmas party was at full swing. Politicians and their families littered the dance floor, caters bustled to and fro, juggling trays of Western delicacy's, the entire Takatori clan ran from crowd to crowd, impressing people with their holiday cheer and ever present air of cunning mafia-isque personalities. The florists, who had arrived three hours before the party began, hung out in the shadows, trying not to look suspicious.
Farfarello's reached for the bowl of creamy yellowy liquid.
A hand came down on both assassins' shoulders. "Boys." Crawford murmured, giving them a harsh look before taking off to trail after Takatori.
Farfarello turned to Schuldig's for guidance. The older psychic stuck his hands in his coat pockets and shrugged. "There's always a Scrooge to end your holiday fun."
Another traditional eggnog defecation had halted before production even began. They tried to sneak something into the drinks every year. The year before last, Schuldig had actually managed to dump the entire vial of LSD into the bowl before Crawford came up with two workers and had them cart it away. Last year, Farfarello didn't even make it to the table before Crawford appeared with a clean handkerchief and removed the still bloody eyes from the psychopath's fingers. Three years ago, Nagi had the bottle of vodka posed over the surface, chickened out, and, to hide the evidence, chugged the drink down and tossed the bottle under the table before anyone could notice he had it.
Later the night, he threw up on Ouka. The two had been dating at the time. That was the end of their relationship.
"It's a tradition." Schuldig grumbled. "Doesn't he SEE that."
Farfarello tilted his head, "...I thought the tradition was to have it spoiled by Crawford." Schuldig glared. "...then to have you say, there's always a Scrooge to end our holiday fun..." Schuldig's left eye began to twitch. "...then for me to point that out..." Schuldig made a wringing motion with his hands, stopped short, and stormed off.
"...and for you to go off and pout." Farfarello finished. He kept an eye on the German, noting the direction he was taking. Straight towards the florists. Ah yes. This was very traditional. Now, in an hour, Nagi would be making his beeline to the men's room to escape the multitude of 12 year-old girls who kept asking to dance with him, find Schuldig and random boy X doing it like they do on the discovery channel in the bathroom sink, and claim his innocence had been once again robbed from him.
From the shadows, a brown haired florist glared. "I can't believe he can just stand there, enjoying the holidays like this, when every day he is the cause of so much torment, so much death, so much..." Ken's voice drifted into a pointless rant.
Aya, for once, was in agreement with his pig-headed partner. The stealthy assassin crossed his arms and hissed, "I wonder, what kind of sick pervert..."
"Ja, kitten." Schuldig stepped up behind them and wrapped an arm around Yohji's shoulder.
Aya's left eye began to twitch. Yohji's eye followed suit.
Schuldig pinched Yohji's cheek, "Aw, who's my favorite under cover agent? Who's the most cuddliest, stealthiest assassin in the world?" He cooed.
Ken shoved the two apart. "Back off, Schwartz. We're on a mission."
Schuldig regained his footing and sent them a drunken smile. "I wouldn't want to blow your cover."
"Exactly!" Ken barked. "...wait."
Omi buried his face in his hands.
Nagi stumbled off the dance floor. His feet throbbed and his body trembled. If he had to waltz with one more waddling twelve-year-old... what did he look like? A kid? He was fifteen. He looked... at least thirteen. Weren't they supposed to respect his age and leave him alone?
A dark figure hovered over him. A strand of mistletoe lay pinch in-between his fingers.
Nagi stared up in horror. "Farfarello!"
He took a step back, Farfarello took a step forward. They circled the room twice like that.
"What's WRONG with you tonight?" The teenager demanded. "What did you put in the eggnog?"
Farfarello grabbed him by the collar of his white dress jacket. Nagi went limp in terror. Mistletoe still raised overhead, Farfarello spun him around and pushed him into Ouka and her date.
"Ah! Pervert." Slap.
"...the hell are you?"
"So-sorry!"
The mistletoe glided under their three heads. Ouka, her date, and Nagi turned and stared at Farfarello, mouths ajar. The psychopath grinned. "Triple kiss."
"FarFARfello!"
"DADDY! Your body guards are BUGGING me AGAIN!"
"WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE???"
Across the room, Crawford popped a few aspirins into his mouth, chewing on them like candy. It was another Schwartz Christmas.
~~~
An hour later, Nagi made his annual retreat to the boy's bathroom. The only thing on his mind was escape.
He forgot, like he did every year, that he was destined to find Schuldig and random guy X waiting for him.
This year, he bumped into another bathroom retreater. "Sorry."
"Sorry."
They stared.
"Nagi?"
"Omi?"
The two stood there uneasily, before offering a smile of truce. They cautiously proceeded towards the bathroom entrance. Omi opened the door, Nagi graciously stepped through, than froze.
"JOY TO THE WORLD." A German voice screamed. "I HAD A MULTIPLE ORGANISM."
"Schuldig."
"YOHJI???"
"GAH! MY INNONCENCE ROBBED AGAIN!!!"
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sundialeve@mailcity.com
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