"What?" Ran looked at the foreigner in confusion. "You want what?"
The red headed man sitting at the table with a young boy laughed, "You." He smirked and looked up at the confused boy wickedly. "I want you to join me for my meal." He pulled out a leather wallet, "I'll pay extra."
Ran looked at the man in confusion still, "Why?" His amethyst eyes were clouded and unreadable. He didn't always trust things, but more often than not his heart was open.
"Because I want to get to know you better," the man shrugged nonchalantly, while his companion looked at him in disgust.
The boy was muttering under his breath and brief snatches of phrases could be faintly heard, "Damn . . . Schuldig . . . hormones."
Ran looked down for a minute and sighed, "Fine." He looked at the counter helplessly, "The customer is always right." Then, he finally seated himself beside of the strange foreigner.
The man smiled immorally, "I'm Schuldig, little one, what is your name?"
Ran frowned, "My name is Ran, Schuldig-san." He looked uncomfortable in the presence of the strange duo.
He languidly gestured to his companion, "And this cute boy is Nagi." The boy, Nagi, looked ready to throttle the egocentric man.
"Please do not call me boy, Schuldig." Nagi's words were curt, but his voice was unobstructed by emotion. "You know my name so please use it."
A shiver went down Ran's spine. The duo scared him beyond what he thought possible because of their lack of regard for normality. Schuldig glared at Nagi for a second or two and seemed to be thinking rather hard and Nagi abruptly left the table without a word.
"Now that he's gone," Schuldig happily grin, "we can get to know each other better." His words were innocent enough, but his tone was lewd and suggested other things that are better left unspoken in public.
Ran laughed nervously, "What do you want to know?" His eyes darted around the room uncertainly, and he looked ready to be sick.
"Would you go on a date with me?"
The words were totally unexpected and they caused Ran to jump in surprise, "WHAT?"
Schuldig grinned, "I want to go on a date with you."
Ran was dumbfounded, "You want . . . a date?" He abruptly stood from his seat. It clattered to the floor loudly, and the entire restaurant went silent.
"I want," Schuldig stood, "to take you on a date." He smirked, "Is that too much to ask?"
Ran looked down at the floor in anger or perhaps consideration, "What would you expect of me? I am no whore."
Schuldig walked until he was face to face with Ran. "I never said that you were a whore. I politely asked you to go on a date with me." He leans forward until his lips are hovering above Ran, "This is what I'd expect from you." Then he leans forward that last centimeter and gently kisses Ran.
Ran involuntarily closes his eyes and lets Schuldig slowly slip his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is sweet and unhurried, and Schuldig wraps his arms around Ran's waist drawing him closer.
Ran pushes Schuldig away. "Let me go. I don't know if I can do this."
"It'll be fine. . ." Schuldig laughs and pulls Ran closer. "Please?"
Ran pulls away again, "Maybe . . . but I have to work now!" Ran was uneasy, but he figured a chance like this only came once in a lifetime . . . so why not?
"Good." With those words Schuldig grabbed the pen from Ran's apron and a napkin from the table. "I'll give you my number, and you can call me to set up the date. Okay?"
Ran blushes violently, "I will." He takes the paper from Schuldig's hand hesitantly. "This isn't some mean joke is it?"
Schuldig leans forward and kisses Ran's delicate lips again, "Of course not." With those last words the strange man left the restaurant.
Ran looked down at the napkin he held in his hands, and he knew that he would call the man as soon as he told his little sister Aya about this strange incident.
The red headed man sitting at the table with a young boy laughed, "You." He smirked and looked up at the confused boy wickedly. "I want you to join me for my meal." He pulled out a leather wallet, "I'll pay extra."
Ran looked at the man in confusion still, "Why?" His amethyst eyes were clouded and unreadable. He didn't always trust things, but more often than not his heart was open.
"Because I want to get to know you better," the man shrugged nonchalantly, while his companion looked at him in disgust.
The boy was muttering under his breath and brief snatches of phrases could be faintly heard, "Damn . . . Schuldig . . . hormones."
Ran looked down for a minute and sighed, "Fine." He looked at the counter helplessly, "The customer is always right." Then, he finally seated himself beside of the strange foreigner.
The man smiled immorally, "I'm Schuldig, little one, what is your name?"
Ran frowned, "My name is Ran, Schuldig-san." He looked uncomfortable in the presence of the strange duo.
He languidly gestured to his companion, "And this cute boy is Nagi." The boy, Nagi, looked ready to throttle the egocentric man.
"Please do not call me boy, Schuldig." Nagi's words were curt, but his voice was unobstructed by emotion. "You know my name so please use it."
A shiver went down Ran's spine. The duo scared him beyond what he thought possible because of their lack of regard for normality. Schuldig glared at Nagi for a second or two and seemed to be thinking rather hard and Nagi abruptly left the table without a word.
"Now that he's gone," Schuldig happily grin, "we can get to know each other better." His words were innocent enough, but his tone was lewd and suggested other things that are better left unspoken in public.
Ran laughed nervously, "What do you want to know?" His eyes darted around the room uncertainly, and he looked ready to be sick.
"Would you go on a date with me?"
The words were totally unexpected and they caused Ran to jump in surprise, "WHAT?"
Schuldig grinned, "I want to go on a date with you."
Ran was dumbfounded, "You want . . . a date?" He abruptly stood from his seat. It clattered to the floor loudly, and the entire restaurant went silent.
"I want," Schuldig stood, "to take you on a date." He smirked, "Is that too much to ask?"
Ran looked down at the floor in anger or perhaps consideration, "What would you expect of me? I am no whore."
Schuldig walked until he was face to face with Ran. "I never said that you were a whore. I politely asked you to go on a date with me." He leans forward until his lips are hovering above Ran, "This is what I'd expect from you." Then he leans forward that last centimeter and gently kisses Ran.
Ran involuntarily closes his eyes and lets Schuldig slowly slip his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is sweet and unhurried, and Schuldig wraps his arms around Ran's waist drawing him closer.
Ran pushes Schuldig away. "Let me go. I don't know if I can do this."
"It'll be fine. . ." Schuldig laughs and pulls Ran closer. "Please?"
Ran pulls away again, "Maybe . . . but I have to work now!" Ran was uneasy, but he figured a chance like this only came once in a lifetime . . . so why not?
"Good." With those words Schuldig grabbed the pen from Ran's apron and a napkin from the table. "I'll give you my number, and you can call me to set up the date. Okay?"
Ran blushes violently, "I will." He takes the paper from Schuldig's hand hesitantly. "This isn't some mean joke is it?"
Schuldig leans forward and kisses Ran's delicate lips again, "Of course not." With those last words the strange man left the restaurant.
Ran looked down at the napkin he held in his hands, and he knew that he would call the man as soon as he told his little sister Aya about this strange incident.