Spoilers: None
Warnings: some sexuality
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss... and I'm not making money via this
Fanfiction.
Pairings: Ken/Schu Brad/Schu
Ken has moved in with Schwarz in order to get closer to Schu. Though getting closer to him is harder than he thinks.
"Stop! No! You don't stab the ball!" Ken sat down on the ground in frustration and thought, he had been living here for the sole purpose of being with Schu, but it didn't seem to be worth it right now, no matter how hard he tried, Schu would still smile every time Brad walked into the room.
Farf walked over to Ken and sat down next to him, "how on earth am I to stop it if I can't stab it?"
"By grabbing it," Ken said with a frustrated look. "You grab the ball in mid-air and there you go."
"How on earth am I supposed to just grab the ball out of the air?"
"Why don't you let Brad take a stab at goalie," Ken said. "Brad! You're going to be the goalie now."
"What!? He gets to stab and I don't?" Farf stood up screaming in protest.
"No, he's just going to try it," Ken said standing up "Schu Schu?"
"Stop calling me that," Schu said looking irritated.
"Gomen. Any way, Schu I'm going to keep you at forward, is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, I just kick the ball right?" Schu asked.
"Yes, that's all you need to do," Ken said with a bright smile. He watched Schu run up to kick the ball, he had such grace with every step. Every movement of Schu's body left Ken staring in awe. Ken smiled lustfully at what he presumed to be the love of his life. Ken had been with many people over the years, but this was different. Every time the word Schu or any thing like it was spoken, Ken's heart would race like Ken was running the mile.
Brad looked at Schu with a smile, he knew exactly what to do. He walked three steps to the right and raised his hand in the air. The ball hit his hand with a thud and fell to the ground, looking over at Ken, Brad noticed how he looked at Schu. The look in his eyes was not a look Brad saw often, he sometimes saw it in Schu's eyes. But that was only late at night, when the house was asleep. When only Brad and Schu were awake and could hold each other in the night. This was not a look that should be given by Ken, especially to someone like Schu. He kicked the ball towards Ken.
Farf screamed out. "Ken look out!" allowing Ken just enough time to jump into the air and kick the ball back towards Farf, who kicked it towards Brad, knocking him in the face and taking him to the ground.
"Damn, I saw that coming too," Brad swore to himself. "If that little bastard would just leave his eyes off of my Schu."
Ken looked back to Schu, who was running to Bradley's aid. The smile on Ken's face fell as he saw the look in Brad's eyes when Schu helped him to his feet.
The event became less entertaining to Ken with each step Schu and Brad took together. Ken looked at them all as they gathered around him, "okay guys. That's enough practice for today, Brad you're a good goalie. Almost as good of one as I was." he looked to Schu, smiling, then saw Schu's arm around Brad's shoulder, "Schu you were good too." The smile had faded from his face completely.
Ken turned and began to walk back into the house. It was over, he and Schu never really had any thing in the first place. Now they were completely ignoring that they ever had anything together. Something had to be said to Schu, he would confront him tonight.
Ken walked quietly down the hallway, he saw a crack between the door and the door jam into Schu's room. He didn't want to wake Schu up from his sleep. He turned around and began to walk back to his room, there was a loud thud. Ken turned and ran to the room, multiple grunts and groans from two different people could be heard in the room. Ken didn't know what to think, he didn't know what the sounds were exactly. He peaked into the room, and saw a large pink object on the floor moving around.
At one end of it was a mix of orange and black. And at the other end it split into multiple pieces. What it was Ken could not be sure, it was too dark to decipher. "I love you Brad," could be heard in amongst the other sounds of heavy breathing.
Ken turned and walked down back the corridor.
Warnings: some sexuality
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss... and I'm not making money via this
Fanfiction.
Pairings: Ken/Schu Brad/Schu
Ken has moved in with Schwarz in order to get closer to Schu. Though getting closer to him is harder than he thinks.
"Stop! No! You don't stab the ball!" Ken sat down on the ground in frustration and thought, he had been living here for the sole purpose of being with Schu, but it didn't seem to be worth it right now, no matter how hard he tried, Schu would still smile every time Brad walked into the room.
Farf walked over to Ken and sat down next to him, "how on earth am I to stop it if I can't stab it?"
"By grabbing it," Ken said with a frustrated look. "You grab the ball in mid-air and there you go."
"How on earth am I supposed to just grab the ball out of the air?"
"Why don't you let Brad take a stab at goalie," Ken said. "Brad! You're going to be the goalie now."
"What!? He gets to stab and I don't?" Farf stood up screaming in protest.
"No, he's just going to try it," Ken said standing up "Schu Schu?"
"Stop calling me that," Schu said looking irritated.
"Gomen. Any way, Schu I'm going to keep you at forward, is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, I just kick the ball right?" Schu asked.
"Yes, that's all you need to do," Ken said with a bright smile. He watched Schu run up to kick the ball, he had such grace with every step. Every movement of Schu's body left Ken staring in awe. Ken smiled lustfully at what he presumed to be the love of his life. Ken had been with many people over the years, but this was different. Every time the word Schu or any thing like it was spoken, Ken's heart would race like Ken was running the mile.
Brad looked at Schu with a smile, he knew exactly what to do. He walked three steps to the right and raised his hand in the air. The ball hit his hand with a thud and fell to the ground, looking over at Ken, Brad noticed how he looked at Schu. The look in his eyes was not a look Brad saw often, he sometimes saw it in Schu's eyes. But that was only late at night, when the house was asleep. When only Brad and Schu were awake and could hold each other in the night. This was not a look that should be given by Ken, especially to someone like Schu. He kicked the ball towards Ken.
Farf screamed out. "Ken look out!" allowing Ken just enough time to jump into the air and kick the ball back towards Farf, who kicked it towards Brad, knocking him in the face and taking him to the ground.
"Damn, I saw that coming too," Brad swore to himself. "If that little bastard would just leave his eyes off of my Schu."
Ken looked back to Schu, who was running to Bradley's aid. The smile on Ken's face fell as he saw the look in Brad's eyes when Schu helped him to his feet.
The event became less entertaining to Ken with each step Schu and Brad took together. Ken looked at them all as they gathered around him, "okay guys. That's enough practice for today, Brad you're a good goalie. Almost as good of one as I was." he looked to Schu, smiling, then saw Schu's arm around Brad's shoulder, "Schu you were good too." The smile had faded from his face completely.
Ken turned and began to walk back into the house. It was over, he and Schu never really had any thing in the first place. Now they were completely ignoring that they ever had anything together. Something had to be said to Schu, he would confront him tonight.
Ken walked quietly down the hallway, he saw a crack between the door and the door jam into Schu's room. He didn't want to wake Schu up from his sleep. He turned around and began to walk back to his room, there was a loud thud. Ken turned and ran to the room, multiple grunts and groans from two different people could be heard in the room. Ken didn't know what to think, he didn't know what the sounds were exactly. He peaked into the room, and saw a large pink object on the floor moving around.
At one end of it was a mix of orange and black. And at the other end it split into multiple pieces. What it was Ken could not be sure, it was too dark to decipher. "I love you Brad," could be heard in amongst the other sounds of heavy breathing.
Ken turned and walked down back the corridor.