Hello again! Here's another chapter in this story...I really don't know how
long this will be. I'm just going along with what I feel is the right
amount. If anybody has any ideas or anything they want to see in the
chapter or as a pairing, please tell me and I will consider it. I've had
an Aya and Crawford pairing request so I may do that. Please tell me
anything you wish to see.
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Thank you! And yes, Kenken is very clumsy...which is not good...
Osiris Lee: Thank you! And yes, fear Omi and his wooden spoon! I'm most likely going to do your request since nobody else requested anything yet, so you'll get your wish! I don't think I'll do this dinner, but one at Schwartz's house. Almost similar! Sorry if you wanted to see the dinner...
Bitterchoco20: Thank you! I don't know if I can do Farf very well, he certainly is very interesting, but I certainly will try!
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich, possibly Aya and Crawford.
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The sun streamed down in ribbons from the treetops, gliding down the concrete walkway. The sky held no clouds and only the slightest hint of a breeze wisped across the air. A car came hurtling down the street, tires screeching in protest as they sharply angles down a turn.
"YOUJI!!!"
Two voices yelled out in protest as they were bodily thrown towards a very disgruntled Aya. Cold amethyst eyes glared at the driver, protesting the rough treatment he was receiving. Omi was squashed next to Aya who was being sandwiched by Ken. His face was rapidly turning red from the lack air being received in his lungs. Ken was holding onto both Omi and Aya for his dear life.
Youji on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying his soon to be revoked driving privileges. His dark sunglasses hung from his nose, letting sparkling emerald eyes peek over them. A feral grin stretched across his lips, clearly enjoying he sounds of desperate screams from his teammates. After five more turns, breaking the speed limit, flooring it down the street they had made it to the house of Schwartz. All three passengers were thrown forward. Luckily Aya and Ken were thrown into seats where as Omi was thrown in the space between the seats, nearly smashing his face into the radio had it not been for Youji's hand that stopped him.
"Youji...you're never driving ever again..."
Shakily both Ken and Omi walked out while even Aya seemed paler than usual. Youji just cheerfully whistled a tune before walking to the door. Once more before a knock could be made the door opened to reveal the smirking face of Schuldich. His mane of liquid fire was held back by his traditional bandanna and was dressed casually for once, only a blue tee and a pair of jeans. It certainly made him seem more human than ever.
"My, my...it seems as if the kittens are a bit traumatized here...I'm assuming you drove them?"
He let his eyes flicker over to Youji who seemed the least affected out of all of them. With a smirk he let them walk in, inclining his head the slightest bit in a mocking bow.
"Welcome to the humble abode of Schwartz."
Behind them the door closed on its own and as they were led to the living room, Nagi could be seen walking in with a tray of tea floating before him. As it was gently laid on the coffee table he turned to face Schuldich with a frown on his face.
"Don't call me that."
Snickering, Schuldich reached to tousle Nagi's hair, yet his hand didn't seem to be able to reach the head. Shaking his head he turned his attention to Crawford who had just appeared with a Farfarello by his side. Youji was occupying most of the couch, Ken on the remainder of the couch, Aya sat in an armchair, face nearly hidden by the shadows. Omi sat on one of the loveseats, feet barely reaching the bottom.
"Brad! Weiss kittens are here!"
"Don't you think I can see them you German idiot?"
"I don't know, can you?"
Shooting a glare towards the amused face of the redhead, Crawford began to pour the tea, ignoring the taunts that rang inside his head as the telepath teased him continuously.
"Sugar?"
"Hai"
As the teacups were passed around, they began to enjoy the company, quiet conversations drifted from one another. Nagi was trying to get some words out of Aya as he sipped from his teacup that floated whenever he let go. Youji and Farfarello seemed to be talking about clubs, although Farfarello seemed more intent on the hurt it caused God whenever one went clubbing. Omi and Schuldich seemed to be discussing books, while Ken and Crawford were still pouring the remainder of tea and people's preferences to them.
"Well you see, Aya always likes his tea just plain, pretty much like his coffee...I always think that the way you drink your tea or coffee reflects who you are really."
"Yes, I guess it can."
"Well, have you been to the club that just opened last month? It's supposed to be quite good."
"Yes, I've been there...it causes God much pain..."
"So that means it's good?"
"So Aya-san, what's it like running a flower shop? And why a flower shop?"
"Why not?"
"Well, wouldn't you prefer a different job, other then tending to flowers?"
"Why do you think I work in a flower shop then?"
"Well, I'm not all that fond of Hemmingway; I think he's too dry with his words."
"But he has great use of imagery, don't you think katzechen?"
"Well, yes, but it seems so monotone sometimes..."
The chink of teacups being set down and the mummer of voices filled the room, setting in an atmosphere of camaraderie. They could all forget that once not too long ago, about two months ago to be precise, that they had all tried to kill each other. But of course nobody was thinking about that at the moment. No...they were too busy discussing clubs, books, flower shops, and tea to think about that.
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Gomen ne for making this such a short and pointless chapter. I know that some wanted the actual dinner scene and I actually tried to write it out, but I really didn't like the way it was turning out so I erased that and started this scene. Basically it's that Schwartz has invited Weiss over for tea...yes tea...and they're just enjoying each other's company. That's it...next time I think I'm going to do a fight scene/mission that includes both Weiss and Schwartz...you know team work and all that jazz. So until then, please read and review and ja ne!
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Thank you! And yes, Kenken is very clumsy...which is not good...
Osiris Lee: Thank you! And yes, fear Omi and his wooden spoon! I'm most likely going to do your request since nobody else requested anything yet, so you'll get your wish! I don't think I'll do this dinner, but one at Schwartz's house. Almost similar! Sorry if you wanted to see the dinner...
Bitterchoco20: Thank you! I don't know if I can do Farf very well, he certainly is very interesting, but I certainly will try!
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich, possibly Aya and Crawford.
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The sun streamed down in ribbons from the treetops, gliding down the concrete walkway. The sky held no clouds and only the slightest hint of a breeze wisped across the air. A car came hurtling down the street, tires screeching in protest as they sharply angles down a turn.
"YOUJI!!!"
Two voices yelled out in protest as they were bodily thrown towards a very disgruntled Aya. Cold amethyst eyes glared at the driver, protesting the rough treatment he was receiving. Omi was squashed next to Aya who was being sandwiched by Ken. His face was rapidly turning red from the lack air being received in his lungs. Ken was holding onto both Omi and Aya for his dear life.
Youji on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying his soon to be revoked driving privileges. His dark sunglasses hung from his nose, letting sparkling emerald eyes peek over them. A feral grin stretched across his lips, clearly enjoying he sounds of desperate screams from his teammates. After five more turns, breaking the speed limit, flooring it down the street they had made it to the house of Schwartz. All three passengers were thrown forward. Luckily Aya and Ken were thrown into seats where as Omi was thrown in the space between the seats, nearly smashing his face into the radio had it not been for Youji's hand that stopped him.
"Youji...you're never driving ever again..."
Shakily both Ken and Omi walked out while even Aya seemed paler than usual. Youji just cheerfully whistled a tune before walking to the door. Once more before a knock could be made the door opened to reveal the smirking face of Schuldich. His mane of liquid fire was held back by his traditional bandanna and was dressed casually for once, only a blue tee and a pair of jeans. It certainly made him seem more human than ever.
"My, my...it seems as if the kittens are a bit traumatized here...I'm assuming you drove them?"
He let his eyes flicker over to Youji who seemed the least affected out of all of them. With a smirk he let them walk in, inclining his head the slightest bit in a mocking bow.
"Welcome to the humble abode of Schwartz."
Behind them the door closed on its own and as they were led to the living room, Nagi could be seen walking in with a tray of tea floating before him. As it was gently laid on the coffee table he turned to face Schuldich with a frown on his face.
"Don't call me that."
Snickering, Schuldich reached to tousle Nagi's hair, yet his hand didn't seem to be able to reach the head. Shaking his head he turned his attention to Crawford who had just appeared with a Farfarello by his side. Youji was occupying most of the couch, Ken on the remainder of the couch, Aya sat in an armchair, face nearly hidden by the shadows. Omi sat on one of the loveseats, feet barely reaching the bottom.
"Brad! Weiss kittens are here!"
"Don't you think I can see them you German idiot?"
"I don't know, can you?"
Shooting a glare towards the amused face of the redhead, Crawford began to pour the tea, ignoring the taunts that rang inside his head as the telepath teased him continuously.
"Sugar?"
"Hai"
As the teacups were passed around, they began to enjoy the company, quiet conversations drifted from one another. Nagi was trying to get some words out of Aya as he sipped from his teacup that floated whenever he let go. Youji and Farfarello seemed to be talking about clubs, although Farfarello seemed more intent on the hurt it caused God whenever one went clubbing. Omi and Schuldich seemed to be discussing books, while Ken and Crawford were still pouring the remainder of tea and people's preferences to them.
"Well you see, Aya always likes his tea just plain, pretty much like his coffee...I always think that the way you drink your tea or coffee reflects who you are really."
"Yes, I guess it can."
"Well, have you been to the club that just opened last month? It's supposed to be quite good."
"Yes, I've been there...it causes God much pain..."
"So that means it's good?"
"So Aya-san, what's it like running a flower shop? And why a flower shop?"
"Why not?"
"Well, wouldn't you prefer a different job, other then tending to flowers?"
"Why do you think I work in a flower shop then?"
"Well, I'm not all that fond of Hemmingway; I think he's too dry with his words."
"But he has great use of imagery, don't you think katzechen?"
"Well, yes, but it seems so monotone sometimes..."
The chink of teacups being set down and the mummer of voices filled the room, setting in an atmosphere of camaraderie. They could all forget that once not too long ago, about two months ago to be precise, that they had all tried to kill each other. But of course nobody was thinking about that at the moment. No...they were too busy discussing clubs, books, flower shops, and tea to think about that.
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Gomen ne for making this such a short and pointless chapter. I know that some wanted the actual dinner scene and I actually tried to write it out, but I really didn't like the way it was turning out so I erased that and started this scene. Basically it's that Schwartz has invited Weiss over for tea...yes tea...and they're just enjoying each other's company. That's it...next time I think I'm going to do a fight scene/mission that includes both Weiss and Schwartz...you know team work and all that jazz. So until then, please read and review and ja ne!