Black Kitten & Schu: #both moved to tears#

Brad: I don't want to know.

Black Kitten: Gamegirl28 gave me the Giant Frying Pan of Doom and Pain! Look! #sniff# It even has a red bow around the handle!

Schu: And I've got a photo from Hope. And it shows me. And I'm sooo beautiful!

Brad: Oh Gods, now we have a narcist and a crazy authoress with a weapon. #shudders# I give up. Onto the story.

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Disclaimer: To whom it may concern Weiß Kreuz doesn't belong to me. It's the property of Kyoko Tsuchiya and Project Weiss (if my sources are correct). And I don't make money out of writing this story.

Warnings: NO BETA. German's my first language. Hm, there's a late warning; Black Kitten likes to mislead her readers. XD

"blah blah" … thoughts… /telepathy/

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Black Kitten's Dream

This is SO not happening!

Part 8

It was a beautiful dawn. The air was fresh and clear. The raising sun was slowly lightening up the rest of the night sky and painted the few clouds in a soft pink. Rays of golden lights shimmered through the woods, bathing the area in a gentle morning light. Little birds shook out their tiny wings and started to chirp their delightful songs; a lovely greeting to the freshly awaken morning. It was peaceful and heart-warming. It was wonderful. It was...

pure mocking for Schuldig.

He was stiff from sleeping on the wooden ground. His back still hurt, he had a bump on his head, and a throbbing pain in his temple thanks to a terrible headache. The morning light was too bright and burnt his eyes, and his right shoulder was bruised and very tender from Aya's passionate bite. He had a few scratches from surprisingly sharp fingernails that itched awfully, and his butt... Now, let's just say he was a little sore in certain regions.

And as if this shouldn't be enough, he had the incredible luck to step on a not so small and pretty nasty pointy stone only a few minutes ago and was now limping.

Hallelujah!

And Aya?

The young Weiss assassin had taken over the lead and was now cheerfully walking in front of him, happy with the whole world and completely unaware of Schuldig's misery. Every time their eyes met, Aya graced him with a beautiful smile on his lips and his violet eyes were shining of joy and love. He was like the sunshine himself... or a really happy bunny, with those small fluffy ears sticking out of his hair.

Aya was downright adorable, and every time he threw Schuldig one of his love-filled looks, the young German's stomach was filled with little butterflies. So, despite his soreness and slowly upcoming grumpiness, Schuldig also was very happy. And therefore didn't complain and smiled bravely back; though all he wanted right now was a warm chamomile hip bath to soothe at least a certain pain in certain regions.

Now, to sum it up, while Aya was acting like a love stuck teenager, Schuldig felt more like an eighty year old with advanced rheumatoid arthritis. And this got him into a terrible situation.

The last thing he wanted right now was to let his lover see the real condition he was in. He was a Schwarz assassin, for crying out loud. He was the cool, always smirking, everything knowing and nothing-can-bother-me Mastermind. Daredevil was his second name.

So, Schuldig didn't want to appear like a whimpering, whining little brat in front of Aya. Not again. The embarrassing episode about the bruise on his back in the clearing the evening before was still very vivid in his mind, and he just knew that this would already haunt him for the rest of his life. It was undeniable one of those degrading experiences where your lover will still roar with laughter about it after eons while your own face will cramp up into a parody of a smile even though all you want is to cry in humiliation.

Therefore, Schuldig had to defend his pride and hard-earned image. And there was this very strong urge to show his masculinity after his absolute unforeseen uke status from last night. And to succeed in this task he had to improvise a little.

Aya turned to him - Schuldig showed him his broadest grin and walked fleet-footed. Aya turned away - Schuldig's face fell and he limped. Simple... or so he thought. They had played this for at least half a dozen times by now, and it was getting harder and harder for him. The last time, he had even shouted Cheese! in his mind to make his grin especially effective.

It was ridiculous, really.

Sighing and gently rubbing his temple to ease the throbbing pain, Schuldig continued to limp after Aya, carefully watching him for any treacherous moves to react in time. Could it really get any worse for him? Yes, it could, and in fact it already was.

He still had to enlighten Aya about the Blöder Hammel... misinterpretation and he had absolute no idea how to act without risking Abyssinian's wrath. In addition to this difficult problem he was also suffering from an acute nicotine withdrawal, was terribly thirsty, and his last so-called meal had been about twenty-four hours ago; before Crawford had made short process and had driven him to this idiotic mission. If he had known that this would end in a complete disaster, he wouldn't have shoved the food on his plate from one side to the other. No, he would have licked the plate clean and eaten the fridge empty while smoking as much cigarettes as possible.

And now, he had the terrible yearning to suck on something, his mouth felt like a piece of cotton wool, and his empty stomach was rumbling like an uncontrolled wild beast. The noise was getting quite loud and Aya should have heard it by now, but the younger man didn't react to it at all. Aya was apparently still walking on air, and Schuldig felt pretty proud about it that he was the one responsible for it. But there was also this teeny-weeny chance that Aya was just ignoring it tactfully. Or Aya had gotten deaf over the night, who knows.

Slightly confused, Schuldig took a better look at the Weiss leader's condition. He didn't know about Aya's last meal, but he knew that his lover had nothing to eat at the target's mansion, so Aya had at least twenty hours without any food or fluids. But the Weiss assassin didn't seem to be the slightest affected by it, happily floating on an imaginary cloud straight forward towards… Come to think of it, they were in the middle of nowhere without any signs which direction or way they should take back to Tokyo.

Where the hell is Aya going? Schuldig furrowed his brow. Okay, there were many questions that plagued him right now, and it was time to get some answers. Mentally putting them into order considering their importance and urgency, Schuldig rushed at Aya's side to start with the one that puzzled him the most.

"Aya?"

"Hai, Schu?"

"Where did you learn to pleasure a man?"

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"NANI?" Aya was so startled by Schuldig's question that he almost tripped. Horrified, he stared doe-eyed at the young German.

"Oh, come on, Aya. Don't make this shocked face on me. It's sort of weird. From Cute-Little-Virgin-Aya to Grrr-Let-Me-Ravish-You-Silly-Tiger in only… what? Minutes?"

Blushing, Aya speed up in his walk. There was this tiny chance that if he didn't respond, Schu would drop it. What he received for his optimism was his first lesson about one of his lover's many streaks; persistence. Schuldig even jumped in front of him and stretched out his arms to hinder him in his walk… or escape, depending on the point of view.

Aya stopped, slightly irritated, and folded his arms in a defensive reaction. Ignoring the warm feeling on his cheeks, he glanced at the young German who laid his hands on his hips and raised one eyebrow in an I-am-waiting manner. Without doubt, Schu was determined to find it out.

So be it. He had nothing to hide. Carefully blanking his mind for any possible telepathic intruders, Aya smiled in self assurance and answered in a steady voice.

"Bmnks."

"... Bmnks?"

"Hai. Bmnks."

"… Oh."

Aya nodded satisfied, gave Schuldig a little peck on his cheek, and stepped around him to continue in his cheerful walk with a smile on his lips. He had given an answer without humiliating himself. And now, Schu couldn't ask any further questions about his cryptic reply without giving away that he had absolute no idea of what it had meant. Men's pride was such a wonderful thing to play with.

Pleased, Aya sighed happily and took in a deep breath to fill his lungs with the wonderful, clear and fresh morning air when Schuldig's innocent coloured but paradoxically at the same time highly aroused voice appeared near his ear.

"Bmnks with pictures?"

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Crawford had an awful morning.

He sat tired beyond words at the kitchen table with his head supported by his hands and pondered for the umpteen times about the question why the hell he hadn't just told Farfarello about the forthcoming spitting event.

At the time Crawford had had the vision of Bombay's not entirely intended spittle attack, he had thought of it as his own perfect revenge for the destroyed living-room. But now, he wasn't so sure anymore, because the price he was paying for such an innocent fun seemed too high at the moment.

He had had a complete sleepless night, always on the brink to jump in case Berserker decided to take his revenge on him. Crawford knew that he could just book a suit in a first class hotel in the centre of Tokyo, even take a whole floor on the top of the hotel with strategic well posted security. Not that Berserker would have any problems with some guards; Crawford wasn't that unrealistic. Well, he would avoid the problem to some extent, and the extra large bed in the suit would have been more comfortable than the hard sofa in the chilly living-room of the Weiss home.

The simple fact that this would appear as the act of a coward helped Crawford in his decision to stay and face Farfarello like a real man. He would never degrade himself and show the young Irishman how much his threats really bothered him. However, Crawford wasn't very eager to wake up in the morning with a drawn beard on his face, either. Thus, consequently, all he had to do was to devise a well thought-out plan.

He was the leader of Schwarz, a deadly assassin, and a strategist to the core. And he wasn't called Oracle for nothing. So he had decided to prevent any possible attacks from Berserker by simply staying awake, and had built his faith on visions that would warn him about upcoming degrading events. But there weren't any visions, not a single one. And this made him very nervous.

There were three possibilities. Firstly, Farfarello had finally acknowledged that he was due to his leader status taboo for any pranks... Okay, he had just found out that he actually had a sense of humour, or rather a grim sense of humour regarding the situation. Secondly, his gift was failing him, but that would be a first. And last but not least, the Irishman was just waiting for the right time.

Crawford voted for the last possibility, because he just knew that Farfarello had been there the whole night, patiently waiting in some dark corner for him to fall asleep. He hadn't seen him with his own eyes, but he had felt the piercing look from the younger man, watching him like a panther its prey. And sometime in the early morning when the soft light of the dawn had started to lit the room, Farfarello had silently retreated, had simply vanished to take his chance some other time.

And now, Crawford sat there at 6 a.m. after already twenty-six hours without any sleep, wearily rubbing his eyes and staring down at his eighth cup of strong coffee. Sighing deeply, he rested his elbows on the table and burrowed his face in his hands.

What a fool he had been to believe that he could beat Farfarello in his own game.

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Yawning, Yohji shuffled into the kitchen, eyes red-shot. He ignored the Schwarz leader and helped himself with a cup of coffee before he sat down at the table. Regarding his opponent with raised eyebrows, Yohji drawled in an amused tone.

"Slept tight, Schwarz?"

Crawford, still pressing his face into his hands, spread his fingers to glare back. "I would have, but some idiot, let's call him Balinese to simplify matters, decided to make a fool out of himself by knocking the whole night at his boyfriend's door, begging like a whimpering little henpecked husband."

Blushing, Yohji snapped back over the brim of his cup. "At least I had the courage and tried to make a peace attempt to calm down my boyfriend."

"I have no idea of what you're talking about, Kudou."

"Don't play dumb on me. It wasn't to miss that you have a little love spat of your own, oh great leader of Schwarz. Tell me, was it terribly cold and lonely without Berserker's cuddling?"

"I can assure you that Farfarello--"

"Oh, and just that you know it, you wannabe Oracle. Your crazy boyfriend spent the whole night with my KenKen!"

"As I was about to say, Farfarello is--"

"And I can tell you that the squeaking of the coil springs was rather rhythmical!"

"Farfarello. Is. ... WHAT?" Shocked beyond words, Crawford stared speechlessly at Yohji. Farfarello had spent the whole time in Hidaka's room while he had been waiting for his strike like a paranoid little child for a monster to jump out of the closet? This must be a joke.

"Ohayou!" Cheerfully greeting, a smug looking Farfarello entered the kitchen followed by a grumpy Ken who threw fairly impressive death-glares at Yohji and Crawford.

Crawford ignored Hidaka in order to glare daggers at Farfarello. Oh, that little Irish bastard will pay for his sleepless night!

Unimpressed and aware of the bystander, Farfarello blinked innocently back; his smirk carefully hidden behind a mug of coffee. All went according to his plan. Not really surprising, he was a master, after all. And this is just the beginning, Brad. Just the beginning.

Narrowing his eyes, Crawford choose to drop this problem for the moment to clear up another one and turned back to Yohji to continue with his speech from before.

"Kudou. As I was about to say, Berserker is--"

"AAAAHHHH!"

Both men blinked at each other. That sounded like--

"AAAAHHHH!"

And that just sounded like--

"FARFARELLO! I WILL MURDER YOU!"

"MY HAIR... OH GODS... WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR?"

Farfarello clicked satisfied with his tongue. Two flies down, one especially amusing one to go. Holding his cup in a mock salute, he smiled sweetly down at the last remaining fly, namely Crawford.

Crawford returned Berserker's mocking with baffled fascination. How the hell had Farfarello managed to prank the youngest of Weiss and Schwarz when he had been the whole night in Hidaka's room? Puzzled by the whole situation, Crawford watched with an unpleasant feeling when Farfarello's saccharine features changed in seconds into a cruel feral one. The golden eye narrowed and stared down at him like a viper on a helpless little mouse. It spoke of mercilessness and endless suffering for the leader of Schwarz.

Suddenly extremely tired, Crawford closed his eyes and pressed his face back into his palms.

Oh gods, and he even had the nerve to triple dare Farfarello.

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Aya's cheeks were glowing and he knew that he must look like a boiled lobster. So he had a few books about gay topics, so what? And there were pictures in them, but that was nothing to be embarrassed about. He was a healthy young man, for heaven's sake! However, to overplay the little discomfort he felt nonetheless, Aya rolled his eyes and smacked the German playfully over the head.

"Schu no baka... Hentai."

Kawaii! Schuldig thought enchanted. Aya's so shy that he refers to porn magazines as books!

Delighted, Schuldig mentally ticking off the first mystery on his long list of puzzles, and self-confidently got straight ahead to the next matter of urgency. Stopping Aya in his walk, Schuldig cupped the Weiss leader's head in his hands and pulled him forward until their foreheads connected. Trying hard not to destroy his seriousness by crossing his eyes, Schuldig looked deep into the violet eyes.

"Aya, there's a... misunderstanding we have to straighten out."

"Hai?"

"Aya, I love you."

"... Hai?"

"But I'm not the uke."

"… No?" Aya blinked slowly back into the green pools. Was Schu trying to hypnotize him?

"Yes. I mean no. However, I just want to clarify that uke is a big no-no for me because I'm a natural born seme."

"… Oh, I see... So I'm a natural born uke."

Schuldig wanted to embrace the world in joy, so relieved was he about how fast they had come to an understanding. Happy about the smooth success he placed an affectionate kiss on Aya's lips.

"Yes. You're my beloved, cute, little, beautiful and wonderful let's-say-it-together uke kitten."

Aya tilted his head to the side and made a thoughtful face, nodded once, smiled happily, and planted a tender kiss back on Schuldig's lips. Cupping the handsome face in his hands, he looked lovingly deep into the emerald eyes before he answered in a gentle voice.

"Dream on."

"…? Okay, look, Aya. It's a fact that I'm without discussion the manlier man in our-- Outch!... You brute!… Aya?... Oi!... WAIT!"

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Aya stomped angrily through the woods, leaving behind a moaning Schuldig with a bruised ankle. Oh, he should have kicked him twice for his arrogance! Bastard! Idiot! Camel! How dare he compare him to a domicile housewife! He was the leader of Weiss! He was no ones uke! He was manlier than this longhaired idiot would ever become!

"Pardon? The length of my hair has nothing to do with--"

Snarling, Aya turned around. "It's girlish!"

Aya knew at once that he shouldn't have said such a rash thing when Schuldig abruptly haltered in his steps and his posture changed into a defensive one. What followed was a low and somehow offended mumble.

"And this from someone who calls himself by his sister's name."

About to defend his chosen name, Aya opened his mouth just to close it again without making a furious reply. Schuldig was right. He was acting ridiculous. Shaking his head at his own foolishness and cursing his terribly short temper, Aya stepped up to his now quite taken aback looking lover and began to gently stroke through the long silken mane.

"Gomen nasai, Schu. It's gorgeous, don't you ever cut it. I'm just... a bit angry because you didn't like my lovemaking."

"What? No! It was perfect!"

"But you're complaining about it."

"I'm not complaining, Aya. It's just... You see… It was… I never… Götter, ist das peinlich."

Amused, Aya watched Schuldig's squirming and smiled benignly at the blush that slowly covered his cheeks. It seemed hard for the telepath to find the right words, stammering like this. He even used German words to express himself. Kawaii!

While Aya was patiently waiting for the explanation, he began to think about their problem. He couldn't really understand how Schuldig could demand the seme status in their relationship when the young German himself had been acting like a personified uke the night before. There was no mistake about it after all the moaning and shivering, the huskily shouted words of passion Schuldig had made during their lovemaking. The erotically slow withering like he had been in fever. The sharp intake of breath and the stunned look on Schuldig's handsome face as Aya had pushed himself deep into the hot and oh so... tight... channel...

Aya's eyes widened in realisation and his yaw hung low.

"You were a VIRGIN?!"

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Schuldig stomped angrily through the woods, leaving behind a hysterically sniggering Aya. Tactless little… doofus! Aya could really stop laughing his ass off by now. What was so funny anyway? So he had lost his uke virginity… to a virgin… he had tried to seduce. Gods, would the embarrassments never end for him?

"Schu… Come on… It's really funny."

"Ha! Tell that to my sore backside!"

"You're hurt? Why didn't you tell me!"

"… Oh, forget it!" Great, now he was back to whining little brat status. With his stupid luck, Aya would check him and will find nothing. Again. Now he was sure that he had been cursed. Maybe he had stepped on some old hag's warty toes in his former life?

"Please, stop." Aya grabbed his arm and turned him around. "I'm sorry I laughed, Schu. This time I would kiss it and make it better, but... I'm not ready for something like this if you know what I mean... To be honest, I don't think I will ever be ready for..." Trailing off, Aya blinked in confusion at this weird train of thoughts. Trying to ignore Schuldig's widened eyes, he continued quickly.

"Schu, you've made such efforts and handled me so carefully to make it beautiful for me, and for that I love you even more. And I understand that we're equal in our dominance, so let's make a compromise. We will take turns."

"... Oh, okay. So does this mean that-- mmmph." Schuldig's question was gently interrupted by a kiss. Moaning, he closed his eyes and let himself drawn into heaven by wonderfully skilled lips until a loud grumble emerged from the depths of his stomach.

Both men stilled at the same time; one slightly blushing in embarrassment, the other one with a grateful expression on his face.

"You're hungry, Schu."

"Yes, but answer me first. Does--"

"So am I."

"... this mean that--"

"Then we should find something to eat."

"... you're--"

"Maybe some fruits."

"UKE NEXT TIME?"

"Or berries."

"AYA!"

"Or mushrooms."

"ARGH!"

"Oh, I think I'll search for something down there."

"Oi!"

"Till later, Schu."

"OI!"

"..."

"OI!"

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Muttering silent curses, Schuldig crawled on all fours in search for some edible mushrooms. Great, now he was reduced to berry like some stone age woman while Big Macho Aya was hunting small animals. The injustice was unbelievable.

Someone nudged his backside.

"Not now, Aya."

And went down the crack between his buttocks.

"Aya, I said NO."

And nudged there rather demanding a few times. Schuldig swatted irritated with his right hand backwards to make his point clear.

"Go away, Aya. I'm certainly not in the mood."

"Schu? With whom are you talki--... Oh Kami-sama."

Schuldig stilled immediately in his movements. Something was wrong, very wrong, because Aya's voice had come from ahead and this little fact didn't really comply with the stronger getting pushes against his backside. This was just too illogical. Bewildered, he lifted his head. Okay, Aya was standing a few metres in front of him; wide-eyed by the way. So, who the hell was nudging him from behind?

Oh god.

"Schu."

OH GOD.

"Don't. Move."

OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD.

tbc

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translation:

Gomen nasai (jap.) I'm sorry.

Kawaii (jap.) cute

Ohayou (jap.) Good morning.

Gott (germ.) God

Götter, ist das peinlich. (germ.) Gods, that's embarrassing.

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Farfie: #cackles# Oh, I think I really like me in this chapter.

Brad: #speechless#

Omi & Nagi: #shocked#

Ken: #bitches# I didn't even have a speaking part.

Yohji: #scandalized# I acted like a henpecked husband? That's SO unrealistic!

Aya: #stunned# We're taking turns?

Schu: #rubs aching butt# Thank god.

Black Kitten: Erm… #acts terribly busy and deaf#… Hope. Thank you again for your e-mail and the picture of Schuldig! I showed it to Schu and now he doesn't give it back anymore. I swear, sometimes I could--

Schu: #chants# Sooo beautiful… I'm SO beautiful!

Black Kitten: Okay, I can't really say something against that. Hope, I really tried it but I couldn't open your hp. #sniff#

Aya: #smirks# Maybe you pushed the wrong button?

Black Kitten: #glares# I'm not THAT dumb … KyraEnsui. Hi! Was this enough Schu-torture for you? #grin# Oh, but you didn't like him as uke? Gomen ne, but it was just too perfect so I had to add it to Schu's torment. Think of it, I really have neglect Aya's.

Aya: #evil look# You wouldn't dare. I've suffered enough.

Black Kitten: Oh dear, I'm really sorry but you all will suffer until the end of the story... with a few exceptions.

Weiss & Schwarz: #tumult# Who is it?... Me?... Take me!... No! Me!

Black Kitten: #holds up Giant Frying Pan of Doom and Pain# Hush. That's for me to tell in the next chapters. And now I want to thank gamegirl28 for her wonderful present. #cuddles pan# I swear I will never take this pan out of my hands!

Aya: #mutters# Couldn't gamegirl just give her a pat on the shoulder? #sighs# Thank Kami-sama, I'm not defenceless. #cuddles katana#

Black Kitten: Oh, gamegirl, you have no idea how terribly nervous I was about the lemon. I really feared that it was too heavy for the rules.

Schu: #glares# Pardon me? It was!

Black Kitten: #deaf#... RuByMoOn17. #giggles# Don't we all love lemons? Sorry, the bishies will be so busy that there won't be any lemons until the last chapter. I hope you'll stay anyway.

Schu: #double glare# I hope I'll be seme next time.

Black Kitten: #whistles innocently#... Yami Kaosu. Yup, you were so right about the seme/uke of Aya and Schu. I actually beamed all over the face that someone had read between the lines and figured it out. But you see, about Brad and Farfie--

Brad: #shrieks#

Black Kitten: #amazed# Wow, I never had thought Brad can get this high. Er, Yami, I want to give you an advice. I really love to mislead my readers. #winks#

Aya: #snorts# I think the readers know this by now.

Black Kitten: #frowns# Really now?

Aya: #rolls eyes#… Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar. YAY for lemon! And I was seme! #snatches Foxxstar and starts to waltz# I'm so happy happy happy!

Black Kitten: #mumbles# Yes, but not for long. You can't stay uke virgin forever.

Aya: #stops dancing# OO

Schu: #smirks# Yeah, you little… doofus. I'll #beep# you! … #blinks#… That's weird, there's a beep when I'm saying #beep#… What the #beep#?… #BEEP#!

Black Kitten: Oh my, I wonder how long it will take him to figure out that I won't allow cursing.

Schu: #BEEEEEP#!

Black Kitten: Well, I think he's occupied for the next hours. Foxxstar, I'm ashamed of myself that I reviewed your story so late. But I didn't know you're that fast with your updates… Or am I just slow with mine?

Aya: #grunts# That's--

Black Kitten: Beside the point. HA! I was faster than you! #sticks tongue out at Aya#… Angel Hoshi1. The bishies are busy? #reads#… oo … 00 … OO … Oh gods, now I have a vivid image in my mind… #fans herself#… and it won't go away.

Aya: #reads# I would never… Oh Kami-sama… #blushes#… NerveRacking. You think that's amazing? Let me tell you something. I'm trying to escape from this crazy story for EIGHT chapters! And for some odd reasons I CAN'T! That's amazing.

Black Kitten: Gods, you're really a Drama Queen. NerveRacking, that you're addicted is the greatest praise for me. Thank you! And believe me, I'm amazed that I'm able to hold the readers interest for so long. And even in English! That's amazing.

Schu: Oh yeah, that's really #beep# amazing… #beep#… #BEEP#… #BEEEEEEEEP#.

Black Kitten: Okay, I take it all back. Schu is the only one who's amazing… with his persistence… Luel. #giggles# Yep, my story is full of double jokes… or so I like to think #cough#. But I don't think I can image them as French Maid Aya and Dom Schu… OO …Oh gods… It works! #drools#

Ken: Ew, wipe it away! That's just… ew!

Black Kitten: Wow, Ken, your vocabulary's increasing… Zanzahra. Danke! You have no idea how hard it was to make the lemon R-conform. It was my second lemon and the first one was rather… um… Let's say there was a certain sex practice and NC-17 is not the correct rating for it. #blushes#

Aya: #traumatized# Oh. My. God. I remember.

Black Kitten: Honey, you liked it, so don't go all shocked over it now… Little Wicked Minx. Wow, you read the whole story in one go? And even the intros and endings? That's amazing. But maybe you really have lost it after this. #sniggers# No, seriously, that's a huge praise for me and my work. And Aya as seme was the logical thing for me to surprise the readers. #grin# And I SO hope that the story isn't totally senseless, because I'm working very hard on the plot. #cough#

Aya: #smirks# Plot? What Plot?

Schu: #excited# There's a PWP? Where?

Black Kitten: #rolls eyes# Ha, ha, very funny. You can see me dying of laughter… Koji-chan. XD… Little Yohji. I wonder why Yohji hadn't vehemently protested against this nickname of his love tool. #giggles#… Brad and Farfie, now, that's a very special couple. #grins knowingly# I love clever Farfie. There're just too little stories about him as the sane one. Sad but true. Well, my story lives from unexpected situations as long as my imagination won't burn out. I've news for you. #looks for eavesdropper and whispers back# Aya's going to be the #spoiler# in the last chapter! #louder# Great, ne? But please don't tell it around. It should be a surprise for the other readers.

Aya: #annoyed# As if the readers haven't figured it out already.

Black Kitten: #glares# ... The Same… Glass of Water. #blinks confused# You've reviewed before? I don't know what to say without embarrassing myself #coughs and changes topic very fast# Oh, yes, you're so right! #nods madly# German's a bitch to learn! I had my own problems with it during my school time… Oh, silly me. I'm German speaking so that would have been English… Oh my… #changes topic very fast again and chuckles# I'm also very anxious about how the rest of Schwarz and Weiss will react to Aya's and Schu's relationship… Wait a sec… I'm the authoress I should know. Oh gods… #frantically change of tropic#… Brad and Farfie… #sweat drop#… You see… Oh god… I can't give away the story line… #breaks down and cries hysterically#

Aya: #hugs Glass of Water# You really managed to shut her up! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Black Kitten: Oh, you little… #glares daggers at Aya#... wingks. Thanks for reviewing. I love your story and I hope there will be many more chapters. And please involve Farfie! He would be perfect for your story.

Aya: #raises eyebrow# Quit babbling to yourself. It seems that wingks stopped reading the story some chapters before.

Black Kitten: #evil glare# I swear when it's your uke time I will forget about the lube.

Aya: OO… You wouldn't… You can't be that cruel!

Black Kitten: Oh, honey, you have no idea. #waves with Giant Frying Pan of Doom and Pain#… annakas. It's great that you've enjoyed the last chapter too, especially the lemon part. It's really funny to play with the bishies. Well, I never had thought that I would have so many ideas when I started the story. There're already more chapters than I had planed for. To be honest, I started with only three of four ideas in my mind. It's amazing that I even got this far.

Schuldig: And the winner in the 'That's amazing!' contest is... #dramatic pause#… Black Kitten!

Weiss & Schwarz: #give standing ovation#

Black Kitten: You're all sooo funny. Cheer as long as you can.

Weiss & Schwarz: #shocked into silence#

Black Kitten: XD... Ah, it's great to have the last word. So, minna-san, until next time! Byebye!

Schu: #BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP#!