Ye gods, talk about between worrying about my costume for the major End of Year Cosplay, examination results, games, World of Warcraft and just plain hanging and chilling out with friends. Barely had the time or inspiration at all for the past two months or so... Thank the big guy above I actually managed to get a good chunk of this out before I met with a temporary block. -Dies- Gah. Now that everything is more or less settled (WILL THE DAMN MINISTRY GET THE RESULTS OUT ALREADY! PEOPLE ARE DYING HERE!) and to all who actually are sticking this far and haven't given up on me, I LOVE YOU GUYS! -MAJOR GLOMPIES-
Disclaimer:
Nope, no own any of the pretty boys in Weiß, nope. However though, I do own the creatures here and the funkyweapons they have as well. Grins Plot is mine, mine and mine alone. Anyone who decides to happily copy it will risk having serious bitching from yours truly. GAH.
Warning:
AU/Alternate UniverseFiclet.
Read and enjoy the rest. -Bows-
The fires of destruction rampaged through the town as more buildings collapsed, adding to the ruins of chaos as the mutilated bodies of friend and foe alike lay scattered around him.
:Having fun yet:
He scanned the area, eyes narrowing as he shook the blood off his blade, digging his foot into the ground, body in a defensive stance. The demon before him grinned, drawing his lips back to reveal saw-like fangs, the armor it bore telling him that it was no mere foot-soldier. It released a war-cry, the faint replies of its comrades echoing from behind, the wind blowing by them bringing the sound of the steady beat of wings.
The creature charged, sword raised over its head in preparation for a strike. Flames sprung up, engulfing his sword as he parried the blow, creating an oping for his attack as the demon fell back, arms floundering as it tried to regain its balance. He swung his sword forward, slashing the demonic creature across the chest before swiftly turning, vaguely aware of the body collapsing as he concentrated on his left hand, releasing a blast of fire at the arial force diving towards him. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, the flames disappearing as the wind carassed his face for a moment before disappearing.
:... Hn.
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"... Ken... Nuisance of... Kitchen..."
The sound of small feet running across wooden flooring before the door slammed shut.
He winced slightly at the loud sound as something wet was dropped onto his forehead. His right arm twitched, the limb heavy. Slowly, he raised it up and dropped the arm down, grabbing the soaking wet cloth and dropping it onto the floor with a loud "Plop".
"Stop acting like you're dead cause you sure as hell aren't. Fucking bastard, the kids have been worried sick about their 'big brother' while you slept like a baby for the past few bloody days. Thank the Lord of Luck that there was a bard passing by that area of the woods. If he didn't drag your sorry ass back here you'd be food for the damnable... iThings/i out there in those forests."
Violet eyes fluttered open, glancing to the side as the slim figure of a lady, copper hair pulled back in a low ponytail as she glared at him with heated hazel eyes, meeting his own directly. Letting out a long-suffering sigh, he turned to his side, the dull throbbing pain in his head seeming to pick up strength as he attempted to bury his head in the pillow. The last thing he needed was a lecture from Maye.
"Damn it Aya, you are not blocking me out you hear me!" Maya growled as she strode over, yanking the pillow off the redhead before tossing it onto the ground, brushing the glare aside with practiced ease. "Do you KNOW what the hell you put the kids through? Being in a fucking coma like that for four days? Yes, you've been out of it for FOUR BLOODY DAYS. The orphanage's not in such dire straits that we need you to go out to that cursed forest to hunt of all things. You know better than anyone what's in that forest, with Onis at the bottom of the horrible things in there!" Maye shouted at the redhead.
Aya winced, the volume of the woman's voice hurting his ears as the dull throbbing in his head making its presence known more. It seemed that Maye noticed it, considering the fact that her features softened slightly and she picked up a stray pillow from the ground and tossed it at him. Aya, unable to react in time, was promptly wacked by the piece of feathered object in the face, the sheer force of the throw forcing him back onto his back, onto the bed.
'... Seems like Maye's not as calm as I thought she'd be.' Reaching up, he carefully pulled the pillow down, cringing inwardly at the furious look on the face of the orphanage's matron.
"It'd have been worse if you hadn't been in such bad condition when you were brought in. You're gonna be stuck with kitchen duty UNTIL I feel like letting you off. That, and you're going to be the one bringing the kids out to play. If any of them get lost of hurt, you'll look back on today and WISH that you were getting a lecture like this instead!" With that, Maye stormed off, slamming the door with a force hard enough to cause the entire room to vibrate.
Sighing, the redhead tossed the pillow off the side of the bed and slowly turned sideways. Mentally cursing and wishing for some knock-out pills, he dragged the thick covers over his head and buried his head in the pillow, attempting to sleep before a large explosion went off somewhere in the distance. Arm twitching, Aya threw off the covers and headed out the door intent on blood as his eyebrow started twitching.
'... Ken ...'
A/N:
C&Cs please? Flames will be royally bitched at. Bah.