Black Kitten: #waves cheerily# Hi, minna-san! First of all, I want to thank you all for the great reviews! Arigatou! And I'm totally happy because makusime made two pictures about this story! I still can't believe it but it's true. And I find them totally cute. She put the Schu/Aya pencil drawing on her homepage, so take a look at it! You can find the link to her page on my Personal Profile page.
Schu: Don't you dare be so calm and talk about some-- ... #blinks#... I'm really cute on them...#blinks again and shakes head# ARGH! I wanna know who's nudging me from behind!
Black Kitten: Mah, so eager. Okay. Enjoy, minna-san!
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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 Weiss (if my sources are correct). And I don't make money out of writing this story.
Warnings: Hm, let's see... Not as much action as in the previous chapters and I think we've reached 9 out of 10 on the OOC scale. #hides#
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"blah blah" … thoughts… /telepathy/
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Black Kitten's Dream
This is SO not happening!
Part 9
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"Don't move, Schu."
Schuldig immediately froze up in his motions at Aya's anxious whisper. Still on all fours, he stared up at his lover. He didn't like what he saw, not at all. The young Weiss leader's facial expression spoke of shock and of fear. Whatever was behind him nudged at his bottoms again, and something heavy fell on the small of his back. Jerking in surprise at the sudden weight, Schuldig stared pleadingly up into violet eyes.
/Aya?/
/Hai, Schu?/
/What's behind me?/
"…"
/Aya?/
"…"
/Oh gods!/
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After the screams about murder and hair had died off, silence reigned once more in the Weiss household. And although three out of four assassins were bursting with curiosity of what had happened to Omi and Nagi, they all remained where they were.
Yawning, Yohji observed the others. Crawford still had his face buried into his hands, while a grinning Farfarello sat Indian-style on the worktop of the cupboard, sipping from his coffee. Ken seemed unsure, alternately changing between confusion about the two high-pitched screams, the urge to go and investigate their cause, or to just stay and carry on with his glares at Crawford and him.
The strange and completely atypical behaviour of the two Schwarz assassins puzzled Yohji, but he was too tired at the moment to question it. Even the lack of Mastermind's presence since Schwarz had appeared at their threshold didn't really bother him. Perhaps the telepath was still out, dancing in some wild and expensive only-for-members-club while he was stuck with this madness. Poor bastard didn't know what he was missing.
Frowning at the sarcasm which was already colouring his thoughts, Yohji directed his look back at his lover. Speaking of madness, he had no idea why Ken was so angry with him since the evening before, and he was more than a little irritated about his lover's behaviour. Instead of talking about it, Ken had totally ignored him and had even preferred Berserker's company over his own during the whole night. And now, they were even standing close to each other as if they were best buddies, while Yohji himself was gifted with glares. Yohji knew that he shouldn't be jealous, but there was still the mystery of the squeaking bedsprings, and until this wasn't solved the whole thing looked very suspicious to him.
So, if there was someone who had a right to be angry, then it should be Yohji himself. Ken had no right to act like a sullen teenager, and his glares and silent treatment were starting to annoy him. Well, two could play this game.
Throwing Ken an angry look to show him how terribly thrilled he was about this truly stupid behaviour, Yohji got up, strolled out to the front door, snatched the already delivered morning paper and walked back into the kitchen. Lazily sitting down at the table once again, he leisurely opened the paper and began to read the first article, ignoring the rest of the little group demonstratively.
He knew that someone had to make the first move to break the silence of this strange gathering, or between Ken and himself, but he wasn't some kindergarten worker and he was definitely too mature for such childish games.
Thus, the first one to strike up a conversation would certainly not be him.
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A shiver ran through Schuldig's stiff body when Aya didn't respond to his question but started to bit his lower lip with a frantic look on his face. The situation must be very bad if a skilled and deadly assassin like Abyssinian refused to tell him the truth. Very bad. But he couldn't remain like this forever. Whatever was behind him was now resting with its forelegs on his lower back, and the weight was heavy enough that it slowly but surely threatened to press him down to the ground.
/Schu, can you manipulate an animal with your mind?/
Trying hard to hold the balance, Schuldig blinked up through his orange bangs in slight irritation.
/I've never tried it before, Aya, and I'll be damned if this is going to be my first time. No, thank you. I'm not that crazy. Just tell me already./
/I will, but... Don't panic, okay?/
/Yeah, yeah./ Schuldig rolled his eyes. He wasn't that helpless. He still was an assassin with extraordinary abilities. If Aya would just spill the beans about what the hell was using him as its personal look-out, he would finally be able to think of a fitting plan.
/Don't take it so easy, Schu. I'm serious. Don't. Panic./
/I promise. Satisfied, mom?/
The stern look from Aya showed clearly that he didn't agree with the easiness Schuldig was approaching the current situation. Violet eyes warned him one last time to remember the well-meant advice before the young Weiss leader answered him in a calm voice.
/Okay, Schu. It's a panda./
"A PANDA?"
The weight on his back disappeared instantly at his loud voice. Surprised, Schuldig turned his head to see the animal with his own eyes. And really, there it was, with its fur all black and white. The panda grunted and shook its head before settling down on its backside. Grunting anew, it looked with its black saucer eyes back at the telepath.
Throwing Aya a sourly look, Schuldig shook his head and turned on all fours fully around to get a better look at the animal. He couldn't believe that Aya had made such a drama about a panda, which was apparently trying to communicate with him through grunts and cute little twitches of its nose. Schuldig's lips drew up into a smile as he watched the little bear.
Wasn't the panda just cute with those black dots around its eyes, sitting there like an overly grown teddy bear?
Schuldig couldn't see Aya's horrified expression when he reached out to touch the silken looking fur of the cuddly little bear, but his soft uttered words would never be forgotten.
"Kawaii."
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"Ha! Guys, you wouldn't believe this. A panda escaped from Tokyo Zoo last night and is now roaming freely through the woods!"
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Time seemed to stand still as the panda slowly drew back its lips to bare its teeth and Schuldig grew stiff in his movements with his outstretched arm only inches away from the animal's fur.
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"There's even a search party with a helicopter out there, but so far they have no clue where it went."
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"AAAAHHHH!" Schuldig screamed on the top of his lungs as the not-so-cute-anymore panda threw itself without any warning at him, growling and snarling like a rabid beast.
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"Gods, don't look at me like that. That's funny, guys!"
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"SCHU!" Aya screamed horrified when the young German went down under a ball of black and white fur.
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"Come on, guys. Just think of all those brainless, naive walkers out there who really think that pandas are cute little teddy bears!"
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Still screaming in terror, Schuldig lashed out wildly to avoid the sharp teeth and nails while Aya frantically threw stones and sticks at the outraged animal.
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Yohji was laughing so hard at the image panda versus empty-headed walker that tears were running down his cheeks.
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The fight was merciless.
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When Yohji came down from his hearty laughter he was instantly confronted with an icy glare from Ken. Oracle hadn't moved one inch, ignoring him and his story completely. All in all, Berserker seemed to be the only one who was also highly amused at the thought of such stupid and arrogant people, if Yohji interpreted the chuckling of the madman correctly. Wow. He had managed to amuse a psychopath. Great.
Annoyed at the poor reaction he got for his effort to loosen up the others with some cheeriness - and at the same time scolding himself stupid that he had done it contrary to his intention he had made only minutes ago - Yohji wiped off the rest of his tears and concentrated once more on his morning paper. Focusing on the next article, he mumbled angrily under his breath into the silence of the room.
"Gods, you people have no sense of humour."
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"RUN!" Aya grabbed the screaming Schwarz member, dragged him away from the outraged panda, and both dashed away through the woods.
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Ken stared down at his reading lover. He had finally given up his glares at Crawford -- who apparently has fallen asleep with his face still buried into his hands -- and instead had concentrated them on Yohji.
He couldn't believe the nerves of Yohji, first joking over some idiotic panda escape and now showing him the cold shoulder. Irritated about his lover's behaviour, Ken turned away to refill his cup with coffee. When he went back to his former place beside Berserker, his look fell on the young Irishman.
The golden eye of Farfarello spoke volumes and Ken didn't need loudly spoken words to translate it correctly.
See? I told you so.
Sighing, Ken took his place beside the Schwarz member, leaned back against the cupboard, and glanced into his mug thoughtfully.
He had been so angry after his quarrel with Yohji that the moment Berserker had stepped into his room, the first instinct was to throw him out; with or without his bugnuks. The insanity of such an action was undeniable; no one who's right in their mind would attack Berserker without any weapons. But Ken hadn't really cared about such profanities like survival instincts at that moment, so he had just snatched the first item he could reach and was about to throw the strawberry flavoured lube at the madman when something unexpected happened.
Berserker, regarding him with a calm and understanding look, had simply held up his hands in a peace offer. And while the white haired man had locked the door, he had started to talk to him in a comforting voice.
And Ken had listened.
What followed had turned his point of view about the Schwarz member upside down, and Ken would never forget the surprisingly sane and intelligent expression on the scarred face. And he had learned in the following hours that Berserker was anything but a madman.
They had spent the most part of the night together comfortably sitting on the bed. Farfarello had been very sympathetic and had kindly offered him his support. And the young Irishman had warned him that Yohji would first make a half-hearted attempt to apologize, and then he would simply wait until Ken had cooled off like a suffering man burdened with a hysterical wife on PMS.
Never in his life had Ken thought that Berserker has a better insight on his lover's personality than he himself. Well, Farfarello had been right. Yohji hadn't even apologized once for his behaviour after he had treated him like an idiot in front of the others the night before. Yohji had just knocked a few times at the closed door and had sounded like he didn't know why Ken was so angry with him.
And Ken would have opened the door to let him in, if Farfarello hadn't calmly pointed out with soft-spoken words that he shouldn't give in so easily. That if Balinese was really earnest in his intention, Ken would see that a few minutes of knocking and half-hearted begging were certainly not enough for what Yohji had done to him. How much he had hurt Ken's feelings and pride, how degrading it must have been for Ken to be humiliated in such a hideous way. Not to forget in front of the enemy.
Therefore, as Farfarello had said so logically, Yohji should at least apologize to him in front of the same people which had witnessed the degrading. And if Yohji really loved him, Ken shouldn't need to point it out to him that this was the only way to end their dispute. Besides, this would be the perfect test for their relationship. And if Ken was going soft on Yohji now, he would be the dork in their relationship for the rest of his life. And Farfarello was only jumping up and down on the bed so that the noises of the squeaking bedsprings could drown out their private conversation.
Ken had been a little dizzy at the end of Farfarello's speech. It had been difficult to concentrate on it and follow the jumping Schwarz member with his eyes at the same time. Therefore, it was more or less the part about the love-test and the dork that got him thinking, and so the door remained locked.
And now he was waiting. Patiently. And glaring. Because Yohji was reading the newspaper as if nothing was wrong. But in spite of Farfarello's doubts, Ken was confident that his lover wouldn't need much longer to see the light. And then they would be happy again with a wonderful, new awakened and strengthened relationship.
Thank Kami-sama that he had such a wise and intelligent man like Farfarello by his side to help him and Yohji through this hard time.
And it was clear as daylight that he was definitely not the dork.
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Utterly amazed, Farfarello glanced out of the corner of his eye at Siberian.
What a dork.
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Aya and Schuldig sprinted through the woods until they could be sure that they were safe. Stumbling on the last metres, they arrived at a small lake.
Exhausted, Aya fell down on his knees at the lakeside and put his head and arms alternatively under the cool water surface until his heartbeat was normal again and he was out of danger to suffer a heart attack. He took a few sips and savoured every drop of the wonderful tasting liquid, grateful that he was finally able to quench his thirst. Satisfied, Aya shook out his wet hair and sat back on his heels. Enjoying the heavenly feeling created by the cool water running from his wet hair down over his heated back, he turned around to observe the new place until his eyes fell on his lover.
Schuldig was pacing up and down the lakeside like a tiger in its cage. He looked dishevelled. The left cat ear was detached from his head, dangled from the orange hair and swung with every step. His eyes were wide and unfocused and his lips moved slowly with hushed uttered words.
"This is ridiculous… absurd… I'm going nuts…"
Aya quickly got up, alarmed at the young German's behaviour. Schuldig looked as if he was in shock and this was the last thing they needed right now. Stepping into his lover's path, Aya put his hands on Schuldig's shoulders to stop him in his frantic walk.
"Calm down, Schu. It's over."
The Schwarz member's lips kept on moving a few times before his eyes finally focused on him. Blinking like he was waking up from a deep sleep, Schuldig stared at him with a lost expression on his face. And then his emerald eyes widened and a soft sound escaped from his lips.
"Oh gods, Aya, what have I done."
Already confused about the words and the regret in his lover's voice, Aya was a little startled as Schuldig even took his hands to hold them tenderly. Taking a deep breath, the Schwarz assassin looked at him with heartbreakingly sad eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Aya. Oh gods, this is terrible. And even if I know that you will hate me for this for the rest of your life, I beg you, I love you so much, please, promise me you won't hate me after this."
Aya blinked a few times, more than a little confused about the somewhat illogical speech. Carefully watching Schuldig but curious of what would follow, Aya slowly nodded once to signal him to continue. He wasn't really prepared for what came next.
"Aya, love, this isn't real. None of it."
"… Come again?"
After biting down on his lower lip once, Schuldig answered him in an ashamed voice.
"I know it's hard to believe but I can explain. Look, my desire for you must go so deep that my subconscious weaved this hidden longing through my dream, and due to my telepathy I linked our minds together and here we are. Voilà! ... Of course I did it completely unconsciously, mind you."
Fascinated, Aya stared back. "Schu, are you trying to tell me that we're dreaming right now?"
Schuldig tightened the hold around his hands and looked pleadingly back at him. "Yes, I'm afraid so. But before you do something harsh like slaughter me the next time we meet again, please remember that I really love you with my whole heart. And remember the wonderful time we had together. Think of our lovemaking, when you're awake again... Even though it was only a dream... But it was a beautiful one... Well, I hope it was beautiful for you, too."
"Schu..." Aya screwed his eyes shut for a moment to concentrate on keeping a straight face. It would do no good to simply burst out in laughter. Schuldig was apparently in some kind of shock. But Aya knew that his lover was an intelligent man, thus the best way to approach him in this delicate situation would be simple logic. And there was still enough time to tease him mercilessly about it later. However, despite his good intentions, Aya couldn't completely suppress the amused glitter in his eyes and the twitch of the corner of his lips as he met again his lover's grief stricken look.
"Schu, do you have any proof for your theory?"
Schuldig regarded him with a puzzled look. "I don't know, Aya, but maybe the word panda rings some bells?"
"I'm sure this is just coincidence."
"Here in this area?"
"Hai."
One elegant, orange coloured eyebrow rose up and green eyes looked back at him as if he was the one who had his troubles with reality right now.
"Aya, it attacked me."
"I know, Schu, but it's over now."
"No, you don't understand. It attacked me."
"It's wildlife, Schu. It's what wild animals do when they're feeling threatened."
"NO! A goddamn bear attacked me and I've hardly got any scratches on me! That's not normal!"
"Schu, I really hate to say this but it was actually not more than a pup. A small bear with small teeth and small claws."
Aya knew instantly that he shouldn't have demonstrated the size of the animal with his forefinger and thumb when Schuldig got a suspicious gleam in his eyes.
"Are you making fun of me, Aya?"
"..." At this point, it was getting quite hard to hold up a sincere expression. Pressing his jaws tightly together to prevent a grin, Aya looked innocently back at Schuldig who changed his stance and put his hands on the hips.
"Oookay, Aya. How about this? You bunny, I kitten?"
"Costumes. And I admit that I'm very fond of your cat tail. Oh, and those fluffy ears look very cute on you."
Aya reached up to the detached cat ear and tried to put it back on its former place. Letting go, it fell back into its dangling form again. Enraptured, Aya stared at Schuldig's appearance. One orange fluffy ear pointed up to the sky while the other one stuck out to the side. Thank Kami-sama the young German had no mirror at hand. Aya didn't want to know how Schuldig would react to his utterly cute appearance in his current condition. Clearing his throat, Aya continued with a more serious voice.
"Although, it seems that we need some glue to repair your left one."
"..."
"Was this all?"
"… I was uke even though I'm always the seme. Ha! Try this!"
"Oh. Okay. You win."
Now he had really overdone it. Schuldig narrowed his eyes at the all-too prompt approval and folded his arms over the chest.
"And why is that so all of a sudden, huh?"
"Oh, that's simple. When this is all but a dream, then it's your never lying subconscious that begs to be the bottom in our relationship." Aya leaned forward, plastered a kiss on Schuldig's lips, and added smiling, "Have I already mentioned that I love you, Schu?"
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Schuldig stared open mouthed at Aya's broad grin and his in amusement dancing eyes. He couldn't believe that his theory had been brutally picked to pieces by ordinary psychoanalyse. A guttural noise escaped from his mouth as he turned his eyes heavenwards, threw back his head, and yelled out in anger.
"Are you finally happy, you goddamn bastard? You think that's funny?"
"Schu?"
Ignoring his lover's stunned voice, Schuldig closed his hands into fists and raised the right one up in a threatening gesture.
"You want something from me then come down so I can throttle you!"
"SCHU!"
Schuldig didn't believe in creatures like gods or in religions at all, but whoever was responsible for what had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours would pay dearly for it. Furiously, he began to pick up stones and throw them up into the sky with each word he yelled out in rage.
"Bastard!... Asshole!... Bitch!... Screw you!... Eat this!... Fuuuk youu—AH!"
One minute, Schuldig was throwing stones in the same tact as he was shouting out his misery. The next one, he was lying flat on his back in the shallow water of the lake and blinked up at the blue sky. Slowly, Aya's face came into his view until Schuldig was directly looking into worried coloured eyes.
"Daijobu ka, Schu?"
"... Ouch."
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Ken sighed dramatically and loudly enough into Yohji's direction to show him how much he was suffering thanks to his lover's stupid stubborn behaviour, and he got ready to take another sip from his coffee when something strange caught his eyes. A small wave broke through the surface of the hot liquid and went from one side of the cup to the other where it ebbed away again. Baffled, Ken watched as a new wave formed itself, followed by another one, and a fourth one. And then he could feel a light tremble under his feet.
The tremble suddenly increased in its size to the degree where dishes rattled loudly and moved on their own a few inches until they threatened to fall down from the cupboard and shelves.
"Earthquake!"
Shouting his warning at the others, Ken instinctively dashed under the door frame to take cover at the safest spot in the house.
Yohji's reaction to the obviously dangerous situation was something he was going to deny vehemently in future conversations, because it was almost nonexistent and for well-trained assassin-reflexes utterly mortifying. Wide-eyed, he remained petrified with horror on his seat.
Farfarello just snorted snidely and continued to nip from his mug, carefully holding it in both hands to avoid any spilling of his precious morning liquid.
Crawford didn't even lift his head at the stronger getting waves. He simply tilted his head to the side to support it with the left hand and waved with the other one slowly in reassurance. When he spoke, his eyes remained closed, and he sounded like a very tired man who finally had accepted his defeat after a century long battle.
"That's just Nagi."
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Kneeling over his lover, Aya stroke the orange bangs out of Schuldig's face before he sat back on the young German's lap. Schuldig lay still, gazing up at him through half-open eyes.
"You know, Aya, you could have just told me that I'm hysterical."
"Aa, I know, but I had the choice to slap you or to throw you into the water. Well, the last one sounded more like fun."
"... I hate you."
"I love you, too."
Aya bent down until their lips met in a soft kiss. He sighed silently at the velvet and warm feeling, and they played with each other through the dance of lips and tongues. Contended, Aya parted and laced his fingers through the long strands of hair. When he stroke through the silken mass, Schuldig finally smiled again and closed his eyes at the nice and pleasant feeling. After a few minutes, the young Schwarz member sighed and turned his head further into his lover's touch.
"I swear there's someone above who's cracking up over my misery."
"Hm, maybe."
"You must think I'm a complete wimp, losing my nerves so easily."
Playing with the orange hair, Aya watched the relaxed features of his lover. "I can assure you I know first handed that Mastermind is anything but a wimp. In fact, I love you even more because of it, Schu. It shows me that you're human just like me, even with your creepy telepathy." Aya paused and looked thoughtfully down. "Can you really connect dreams together?"
"... Let's say I was a little distracted when the theory was born, okay?"
Aya grinned at the pleading voice of Schuldig while he was absently twirling an orange strand around his forefinger. He was about to tease him further about it when another thought struck him.
"Why didn't you just read my mind instead of asking me about the species of the animal?"
Schuldig opened his eyes to throw him a scandalized look. "Who do you think I am? A bastard? We're lovers now, not enemies. I would never read your mind without your permission. It would be a betrayal of trust, and you're without discussion too precious to me for something like that."
"Oh. So, you would never sneak into my mind without asking me first?"
"Never!"
Grinning, Aya watched the deeply offended look on Schuldig's face. He knew this had been nothing more than a white lie from the German to avoid further embarrassments, because he remembered clearly the few times where Schuldig actually had spied into his mind since they had decided to be lovers. But he wouldn't question him about it now. Firstly, Schuldig was still a little distressed after what had happened to him, and it wouldn't be very fair to question him about it in his condition. Secondly, it was always wise to be in possession of a wild card, and Aya was looking forward to the time where he would be able to use it.
"Aya, why is that smirk on your face? What's on your mind?"
"Aw, Schu wanna know and aren't allowed to read my mind. Poor little thing."
"… Okay, on the second thought, I'm a horrible and crazy bastard and therefore will make an exception--"
Aya sealed Schuldig's lips with his own to interrupt the half-hearted threat. Oh, how he loved to tease the German. Maybe it had been the amount of strange happenings during the last hours which had broken his cold façade and had drawn out his playfulness, but Schuldig was without doubt the main part of it. Enjoying the taste of his lover, Aya deepened the kiss until he felt the other man squirming underneath him.
"Something's wrong, Schu?"
Schuldig stopped in his shifting and made a face. "I think the effect of the endorphins is wearing off."
"Gomen ne, Schu. I totally forgot that you're sore."
"Could you please formulate it a little more sensitively, Aya? I'm not sore, I'm… injured."
Aya tilted his head to the side. He knew he had to be careful. If he had learned one thing in the past hours about his lover's character, then it was about his masculinity and the taboo to make fun of it. But it was just too tempting.
"Of course you're injured, my strong and brave warrior, defeated on the field of lust, stripped from his innocence and offered to the merciless and oh-so evil Goddess of Forever Destroyed Virginity."
"Oh you little… Just wait until it's your turn. Maybe there won't be any lube, either."
"Who said next time is your turn? You don't really want to start counting, do you? Shouldn't we stay flexible? Where's the fun in making statistics? And what's next? Some nursery rhyme? You can't be that unromantic."
"Gods, I've created a monster."
"Hai."
Completely satisfied, Aya made himself comfortable on his lover's outstretched body and returned to his favourite past-time. Playfully nibbling on Schuldig's lower lip, he enjoyed the sensation that spread through his body and took hold of his heart. It was a warm and wonderful feeling and confirmed his love for the young man underneath him. And Schuldig greeted him with a body part that slowly came to life due to his touches and the pressure of his groin against it. Aroused about his lover's desire for him, Aya's own member started to react and they began a slow but intense rhythm to increase the pressure on each other.
Schuldig moaned against his lips and deepened the kiss. Eager hands cupped his buttocks and gently kneaded the cheeks, driving his groin and erection further against Schuldig's. Shivering at the new sensation, Aya felt the teasing touch of the fingers travelling down over his skin to the crack of his butt until they reached the hidden entrance. Aya held his breath and stilled at the touch of the fingertip on the centre of his opening. The digit remained on the outside while Schuldig was watching him through half-lidded eyes.
Gulping, Aya blinked down into the lust filled eyes. He knew Schuldig wouldn't force it, it was his decision alone. And maybe it was really time to finally lose his virginity. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he captured the slightly swollen lips with his own to answer his lover through body language. Lifting his butt up in an unmistakable signal, he invited the finger in.
Schuldig was so aroused by his gesture that he almost bruised his lips with a demanding kiss. Aya was grateful about the distraction and met him half-way. Their tongues started to battle for dominance and their groins grinded against each other in a wild rhythm.
Aya was whimpering at the sensations that floated through his body when something strange attracted his attention. Absently, he carried on with the kiss while he followed the fuzzy object with his eyes until the realisation hit him of what was swimming only inches away from his lover's head.
Excited, Aya shouted out his discovery just at the moment Schuldig's finger entered him.
"FIFF!"
Schuldig jerked his head and finger away and coughed a few times before regarding him with a startled look.
"Gods, Aya, I love you, but that was just cross. Do you really have to scream into my mouth like that?"
"It's a fish, Schu! It's food! Come on, we have to catch it!"
"Now? You can't be serious. I know you're a little scared at the thought of losing your virginity, but that's just... childish… Aya?"
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Schuldig was shocked. Aya simply got up, totally ignoring him, and crawled as fast as he could after the swimming object. Stunned, he followed Aya's trail through the water with his eyes, watched him as he crawled with hectic movements on all fours through the liquid only to put his hands under the surface in completely fruitless attempts to catch some creature of the water world. Speechless that Aya had chosen a slimy fish over him, Schuldig lowered his head back into the water and stared up at the sky.
It was sheer instinct as he reached down to his erection to satisfy the urgent need for release Aya had so cruelly refused to give him, and he even managed one stroke before Aya's tender voice brought him back into reality.
"Schu! What the hell are you doing? Stop this at once and help me already!"
Slowly, Schuldig released his painfully throbbing member and stared blankly up into the sky with only one single thought in his dazed mind.
This is SO not happening.
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tbc
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Black Kitten: #climbs down from cloud and looks around cautiously# Has Schu finished to throw stones at me?
Schu: #still stretched out in water, blankly starring up to the sky#
Black Kitten: #rolls eyes# How dramatic. Reviews!... schu-chan. Oh, danke, danke. Aber ich finde, dass du deine Muttersprache niemals vergessen solltest. Ich erschaudere jedes Mal wenn ich Schwarzenegger oder Strohnach zuhöre. Ehrlich, können die nicht wenigstens den Kaugummi aus dem Mund nehmen bevor sie es wieder mal mit Deutsch versuchen? #zwinkert# Nah, nimm mich nicht so ernst. Seitdem ich englische Geschichten lese kann es hie und da passieren, dass mir ein Wort in Englisch einfällt aber partout nicht in Deutsch. Und ich LEBE in Österreich. Wegen deinem Freund Neji... #flüstert# Ich glaube Neji ist ein Junge, weil du es dreimal in deinem Kommi mit ‚er' und ‚ihn' erwähnt hast. #grins#
Brad: #looks at reviews and adjusts glasses# … gamegirl28. #glares# I want to tell you that since that blasted pan, there's no freedom of opinion, no freedom of speech, no freedom at all for us! She's driving us crazy! And at the time she wrote the lemon, she actually took Schu and Aya and arranged them just to see which positions she should take! She's totally nuts!
Aya: #shudders# Oh, yes, that was freaky. I felt like a mannequin in a sex shop. She's insane!
Black Kitten: Hey! I'm right here beside you and can hear everything! And I'm not nuts! #pouts#... RuByMoOn17. Glad you liked it. And for me, Aya and Schu are always cute when they're together.
Aya: I think you're confusing OOC with cute. We're ice cold killers! Deadly assassins! Hunters of the night which are denying the beasts their tomorrow!
Schwarz & Weiss: #blinks#
Black Kitten: Er, of course you are, Aya. #cough#… Yami Kaosu. #bows deeply# Gomen nasai, you're so great with your regular reviews (I really love them, it's like having a conversation) and I really don't know why I'm stuck with the monthly update routine. Perhaps I'm just too lazy--... I mean BUSY.
Brad: #stares horror-stricken at sign BRAD NEEDS SEX#
Black Kitten: XD. Oh, yeah, that's a problem I should take care of. And Ra only knows how because I've no idea! #blinks# Anyway, Farfie plays it cool. And now, even Ken's involved in his revenge. Poor Brad and Yohji.
Ken: #confused# Am I?
Black Kitten: #whistles innocently#… Yami, about Schu's uke virginity, I couldn't mislead you on this (and I've the feeling it gets harder for me #sniff#), but most of the readers were surprised about it. And I've the feeling that Aya will be very creative to avoid being uke. Poor little thing doesn't know what he's missing.
Aya: #snorts# Like you would now how it is to be a male uke, you crazy woman.
Schwarz & Weiss: #giggle#
Black Kitten: Um... Wow, never saw it this way... Zanzahra. Danke für das Lob! I think many readers had their fun with Schu being a virgin. Who wouldn't? #grins# And don't call yourself dumb because you didn't see it coming. That's my job to surprise the readers, after all. Hope you had fun with this chapter, too!
Schu: #glares up from his position in the water# I certainly don't find it funny! Could you please explain to me how the hell I can get rid of my... butt problem?
Black Kitten: Oh Gods, you're twenty-two years old. If you don't now this by now then nobody can help you. #blushes#… Kain-chan. I chose this name over NerveRacking to answer you because I find it really cute. But that's nothing new; I told you this in the e-mail already. And for me, Farfarello's a genius nobody should underestimate. And Brad just had made the mistake to have a little fun at the expense of Farfie. Now with Ken involved, let's see how this little game will end. #winks#
Ken: #angry# Could someone please explain to me why the hell everybody think that I'm involved?
Schwarz & Weiss: #throw looks at each other# He really is a dork.
Black Kitten: Now, now, don't pick on my KenKen. He's just an innocent victim. #grins#… annakas. Oi, Brad, there's someone who actually feels sorry for you!
Brad: #still stares completely shocked at Yami's sign: BRAD NEEDS SEX#
Black Kitten: Er... Annakas, it's so nice that you feel sorry for Brad, but... it isn't over yet. I mean, he really should've known better than to triple dare Farfie. #shakes head#... Ah, and Yohji and Ken are so blissfully ignorant, it's almost cute.
Yohji: #glares# I'm no pawn! For no one!
Black Kitten: #smirks# See what I mean, anakas? #winks#... Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar. Waaah, I know that I'm terribly slow with my updates. And I want to apologize about my terribly late reviews. I swear, every time I was on ffnet I've looked for your story. #nods# I know that's not often, but I can't help it. Sorry. Oh, Aya's without doubt a cutie, especially when he's scared of being uke. But that's going to change and I'm already looking forward to this.
Aya: #suspicious# What are you two talking about?
Black Kitten: Oh, nothing, darling. Really. XD… Koji-chan. I'm SO sorry for the late update. #hangs head in shame# I feel so bad about it. Maybe this chapter could make up for it? #puppy eyes# I even tortured Schu until he lost his nerves!...#blinks#... I hope he hasn't suffered some permanent damages from it.
Schu: #still in water staring blankly up into the sky#
Black Kitten: OO... Erm... Miss Reika. Oh! I thought I've lost you some chapters ago! Great that you're still there! #hugs#
Aya: Have these people nothing else to do than to read about our humiliations?
Black Kitten: Nope. #smirk#... Red-Planet31. I'm glad you're enjoying the story and that I even managed to make you happy with it. In fact, I prefer happy people to grumpy ones. #throws meaningful look at Aya#
Aya: #rolls eyes#
Black Kitten: makusime. #hugs# I'm still beaming all over my face! Thank you again for your wonderful pictures! By the way, your new hp looks great and the pic of Schu with wings is kawaii! I hope you aren't disappointed after this chapter. The good thing is it can't get sillier than this... #makes thoughtful face#... Or could it?
Aya: #falls to his knees and raises hands# Kami-sama, I beg you. Show mercy and protect us against evil things like... her!
Black Kitten: So dramatic! Tsk, Tsk… Gunning Angel. Waaah! Another authoress who loves that pairing! #waves SchuxRanxSchu banner# Ran and Schu are a perfect couple. It can only be topped with a threesome involving Yohji. Or Brad. Or Farfie. Or Ken. Or... No. #shakes head# Certainly NOT with the chibis. #shudders# They're just too young for my taste. And what surprises me to no end is that the part with the popsicle-incident is so popular. It was only a few lines long and I thought it was rather poor written. Fascinating. Oh, and Farfie only suffered for a few seconds, but the others are going to have a looong way to go until he's satisfied.
Farfie: #sits in a corner with madly glimmering eye and mumbles insanely while drawing a map of actions titled: My Revenge#
Black Kitten: #blinks# Oi, now he's even scaring me off... Thanks for your praise, Gunning Angel. I'm happy when I can amuse people with my… let's call it totally-OOC-sense of humour.
Schwarz & Weiss: #angry looks# We want our reputation back!
Black Kitten: OO… BWAHAHA! Reputation! You're sooo funny!
Schwarz & Weiss: #death glares#
Black Kitten: #wipes off tears of laughter and gets serious again# So, minna-san, I hope this chapter wasn't too silly for you. Until next time. Ja ne!