Black Kitten: Hi, minna-san! I want to apologize for my terribly late update. And I want to thank everyone who made a guess about the surprise guest. Arigato! But sadly, nobody guessed right.
Schu: No wonder. Your train of thoughts are so terrifying that even I don't want to come near them. #shudders#
Black Kitten: #glares and clears her throat# Minna-san, have I already mentioned that I love you all? Arigato for the wonderful reviews! Oh, and Schu, I love you too, my cute little Honey Bunny Sugar Bee.
Schu: #cringes and takes two steps away#
Black Kitten: Pity, as if two steps can save you from me. #jumps Schu#
Schu: #shocked into motionlessness and speechlessness#
Black Kitten: #clings to Schu# Yesss! Now you are mine! Mine! MINE!... 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 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 and this won't change as long as I live. Oh, and there's an OC. #giggles#
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"blah blah" … thoughts… /telepathy/
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Black Kitten's Dream
This is SO not happening!
Part 11
Mister Okasawa was a very traditional and religious man to the core. He never asked for more than he needed, in confirmedness that all human beings receive what they deserve, be it happiness and wealth, or sickness and misfortune. So he was highly pleased with his life and couldn't wish for more, because he had a wonderful, very devoted and frugal wife who had already gifted him with a very lovely child. A child who guaranteed that the family name will carry on into the next generations; and all of it without raising money for a dower or the wedding since it was male, mind you.
Therefore, Okasawa-san was already very, very lucky. But in addition to his already wonderful life, the department head of the affiliated group he was working for had chosen him for the "Employee of the Month" and had announced that they would raise his salary for his self-sacrificing assignment. The new salary wasn't really that much, but now he not only had received a mention he could proudly show to his great-grandchildren, he was also finally able to buy a small house in the periphery of Tokyo. He just had to add the hard-saved money he had been collecting since he had earned his first pocket money.
And as if this wasn't enough fortune for one human life, he had also the incredible luck to win in a contest. And now, he not only had a wonderful wife with a wonderful heir and a new salary, but also a wonderful fishing rod. Oh, yes, Okasawa-san was a very happy man.
Or better he had been a very happy man, because at the moment he was screaming on the top of his lungs while running for his life through the woods with his fishing rod firmly pressed against his chest. It was a desperate attempt to get away from the two wild, bedraggled, scruffy, dirt covered, shockingly shameless and obscene bunny and cat costumes wearing perverts.
Okasawa-san didn't know what was worse, to be chased by two shouting and with their arms wildly waving psychopaths in the middle of nowhere, or the realization that he must have done something terribly bad in one of his former lives to deserve something so horrendous.
And when the madness increased into schizophrenia and a voice with slightly foreign accent began to shout in his head at him to /Just fucking stop, you idiot!/, his horror and screaming reached a new level until the gods showed their pity and something hard and solid hit his face so that he could finally fall into a merciful unconsciousness.
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Schuldig couldn't anymore. He managed to stumble the last meters to the fallen man before he finally broke down in laughter. Face red and wet with tears, he squeezed out the words between helpless laughers.
"Gott, Aya, have you seen this? That was... Oh Gott... That was hilarious!"
Kneeling down by the unconscious man with a concern look on his face, Aya shook his head in disapproval. "Schu, how can you laugh at this poor man?"
"But... That was just... Aya, he ran straight into a tree!"
Just the thought about the sight of the man running in his blind panic straight into a tree before his very eyes got Schuldig ready for another fit of laughter... when Aya's irritated voice washed over him like an ice-cold shower.
"Kami-sama, how old are you? Five?"
The reprehensive comment sobered him very quickly. A little confused about Aya's stern voice, Schuldig wiped away the few tears that had escaped his eyes due to the hearty laughter, and with a slight frown he turned his head to watch his lover fussing over the stranger.
"Aya, that was funny."
"You call this funny? The poor man could be seriously wounded!"
"Oh, come on, Aya. Lighten up."
"I really don't see any humour in this! He could be concussed!"
"Aya, calm down. He's--"
"Or something more serious like… a broken neck!"
"He's just unconscious, Aya."
"He could be paralyzed..."
"Aya, listen--"
"... from the neck down..."
"Aaaayaaa."
"... for the rest of his life."
"AYA!"
"What? See, that's the difference between us!"
"... What difference?"
"The man's innocent."
"Aya, what difference?"
"A poor fisher."
"WHAT FUCKING DIFFERENCES?"
"BETWEEN SCHWARZ AND WEISS!"
Surprised and taken aback by the sudden outburst, Schuldig stared perplex at his irritated lover who lowered his arms he had thrown up in the heat of his last reply. The sudden change of emotions between them baffled Schuldig deeply. Only a few minutes ago, he had been perfectly happy with cuddling Aya, and the rush of happiness he had felt during the laughing fit had been wonderfully relieving after the stress of the past hours. And in the space of only a few seconds, the merriness had changed dramatically into an argument and violet eyes were flashing in anger. What the hell has happened?
Schuldig reached up and started to massage his temple to ease the upcoming headache that was slowly approaching.
"I've this dreadful feeling that I shouldn't ask, but what for the love of God are you talking about, Aya?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's our fault that the man panicked and ran into the trunk, and instead of helping him you're laughing your ass off!"
"I hate to repeat it but this was actually funny!"
"And that's exactly the difference! Your morality is completely different from mine!"
"My... What?"
"You don't need to get loud, Schu. I know that it isn't really your fault. You can't help it, you're Schwarz!"
"What the hell has Schwarz to do with this idiot running into a tree?"
"One word? Fish."
It was too much. Schuldig stood up and walked a few meters away. There were two alternatives, to scream out in frustration or to just scan Aya's mind of what this was all about. Both of them were very tempting, really, but the thought about it was only short-living. Screaming would prove to Aya that he was in fact acting like a five year old, and furthermore, he had made an oath to not read his lover's mind without his agreement. What remained was to curse the oath colourfully and to make a new one that he would never again make such stupid, rash decisions. Taking in a deep breath to calm his somewhat strained nerves, Schuldig walked back and sat down again.
Aya was looking at him as if his last comment explained everything, and the little wrinkle between his eyes showed Schuldig that his lover was still waiting for a reply. Sighing, Schuldig rubbed his forehead. He was used to complex train of thoughts. He had mastered his gift until he could take scattered fragments of a damaged mind and put them together into a whole until they actually made sense again. Aya's mind or brain was anything but damaged, so there had to be some logic behind his accusation. He just had to figure it out.
To ease the momentary bad mood between them and to avoid another shouting match, Schuldig approached his lover's glare calm and serene.
"Is there a point in this conversation, Aya?"
It was a harmless little question, really, but the look he got in return from Aya showed clearly that the young Weiss leader couldn't believe such stubborn and ignorant behaviour.
"If you would just listen to me! You can't deny that you've problems with morality. I certainly wouldn't have demanded from you to eat a raw dead fish!"
"You think I would've let you eaten the fish? It was a joke, Aya! You abandoned me in a time of... need and I got my revenge by teasing you a little. A little innocent fun! This had nothing to do with me being Schwarz."
"It has too!"
"It has not!... Gods, you're driving me crazy!"
Schuldig started to search in earnest for the pressure point to, at least, ease the headache. He knew it was somewhere behind the ear and tried to find it on both sides desperately before Aya would start again. But the young Weiss leader had no mercy, he had just warmed up.
"Schu, you can glorify your colleagues as much as you want, and maybe they've got some good qualities, but compared to us, Schwarz is the embodiment of immorality. Schwarz is a group of terrorists who tries to take over world domination--"
"We tried, Aya. We tried and failed. Thanks for the reminder. And you cannot take over something that doesn't exist. Or is there already a world domination we aren't aware of? Oh Gods! Don't say it's... Kritiker? I knew it!"
His mock display of pure shock was answered with glaring and hissing.
"That's so typical of you to be sarcastic if you can't bring up a better argument in a discussion. We're the good guys. We help to make the world a better place! You've destroyed, kidnapped, manipulated, lied--"
"Ha! As if you haven't told a single lie in your life!"
"Those were… white lies. Don't try to distract me!"
"Okay, okay, stop, I get it!"
Schuldig buried his face in his hands. They were talking in circles with no end in sight and this was getting ridiculous the longer they continued with it. And it wasn't helping either that the headache already felt like a jack-hammer which was pounding through his head, or that he had the very strong urge to pull out his hair and finally scream in frustration. He was tired, hungry, and sore, and he didn't need an exhausting and completely fruitless discussion with his lover. He wanted a cuddly boyfriend, not a nagging one. He wanted peace, not war. He wanted a sausage with Sauerkraut and hot dirty sex with Aya in the public restroom of the Tokyo tower in the middle of--
"Schu?"
The soft voice drifted through his thoughts, and with a small helpless moan that escaped his lips he lifted his head from the cover of his palms. Slowly, he let his eyes travel over the slim legs up to the flat belly that had twitched so lovely beneath his fingers as he had teased Aya into arousal. Along the smooth alabaster skin to the slender but strong arms that had held him in a wonderful warm embrace after their lovemaking. The graceful neck that had bended under the impact of lust, and the hot and moisten mouth that had taken him in so dee--
"Daijoubu ka, Schu?"
Was that concern? Ah, there it was, his lover's handsome face, with full, soft, and wonderful kissable lips and those gorgeous eyes that could melt his heart at any time. Lovely Aya, sweet Aya, beautiful Aya. No, wait. Stubborn Aya, cranky Aya, bickering Aya. He knew he had forgotten something!
Narrowing his eyes, Schuldig snapped out of his daydream. Aya had an uneasy look on his face as if he had now second thoughts about the argument he had started himself. Oh, but it was too late, much too late, because what Schuldig despised the most were double moral standards. He won't argue with Aya anymore, he would just show him what Mastermind of Schwarz thought about the alleged difference between them, and in addition would make a final end to this silly discussion.
Almost rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Schuldig straightened up and regarded his lover with a cool and stern look.
"So, Aya, what you were seriously trying to tell me during the last five minutes is that your morality is higher than mine, even though you've spent the whole time discussing about it instead of helping an unconscious, concussed, broken neck, and not to forget paralyzed innocent fisher."
Blinking, Aya looked down at the unmoving body of the stranger. There was a short puzzled look on his face before he folded his arms in his typical defensive gesture.
"I'm no doctor, I can't help him. And that's not the point. The point is--"
"As a member of Weiss your morality forbids you to harm or take advantage of innocent, helpless people even if it would save your life, in comparison to me as a member of Schwarz who's evil and has no scruple in that matter."
Startled by his speech made in an overly serious voice, Aya's features softened. "Schu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"Am I right, Aya?"
Aya winced and bit his bottom lip before he quietly nodded once. "Hai, Schu. But I really didn't want to--"
"You know what, Aya? I love to be an evil, wicked member of Schwarz, because you will go stale in this god forsaken forest while I'll just take this poor innocent fisher's car because my morality has no problems with it."
Violet eyes widened and Aya quickly turned in search for said vehicle only to find it not more than thirty meters away from them, sparkling in the sunshine and parked on the side of a road that looked like it would lead to Tokyo.
"Don't tell me you knew the whole time there was a car."
"Yup."
Schuldig knew his grin was now especially wide, and his eyes were glittering in amusement as he watched his lover realizing that his own reasoning was slowly turned against him. As a result, Aya went into stubborn-mode.
"I'm sorry to say but that's not exactly a very good example, Schu. You would steal this car, or manipulate the owner of it with your telepathy. But I would simply ask for his help and support and I can guarantee you that he would gladly take us with him."
"You sure?"
"Of course! We are no apes anymore. Nowadays, people talk to each other. Have a little faith in mankind. You don't need to take by force what you desire."
"Not even you?"
"What do you mean?... Schu!"
Oh my, Aya was so adorable with the mixture of blush and scandalized look on his face and the attempt to overplay the embarrassment by acting offended while secretly imaging how Schuldig would throw him down on the bed. How he would hold him down and force his will onto him by binding his hands and ankles to the four-poster bed with silken--
"You have a four-poster bed?"
Oops, he hadn't meant to speak out loud and give away that he had been curious enough to break the oath so he could spy into Aya's mind for vivid images he knew he would find. Oh, but what he had discovered had been worth the risk. So, Aya was fantasizing about mild bondage and dominance in connection with being uke. Interesting.
Purring on the inside about his discovery of Aya's carefully hidden desire and the possibilities this would bring for their future love-life, Schuldig hoped that Aya was too distracted with fighting the blush that had already coloured his cheeks crimson to remember this little slip-up.
"See! That's exactly what I meant with you and your Schwarz morality! You're using your telepathy just for... for... Hentai!"
Okay, Aya wasn't, but gods, only Abyssinian managed to look utterly cute with blushing deeply in embarrassment while sending death-glares at the same time. Ready to counter Aya's accusation about him being a pervert with the younger man's own hidden desire, Schuldig was about to tease him a little about it when he felt a sudden change in certain brainwaves.
"Alright, Aya. I capitulate."
"... You do?"
"Yes. You don't need to be so suspicious. I may be Schwarz and evil and... perverse, but I'm also adaptive. You can give me an example for Weiss's morality in three... two... one... bingo."
And as if given a magic keyword to snap out of his unconsciousness, the stranger between them started to moan pitifully and slowly opened his eyes to blink groggily into the world and at them.
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Aya-chan was a very, very happy girl. It was true that her parents were dead, or that she had been in coma for a couple of years, but she had the incredible luck to have a brother who cared for her dearly. His love for her went so deep that he not only had paid the enormous cost of her hospital stay, but had also sent her on a very expensive school in Switzerland shortly after her awakening from the deep sleep.
She had no idea how her brother could effort such amounts of money as a simple worker in a flower shop. When she had asked him about it he had waved it off with a smile and had assured her that she doesn't need to worry about such trivial things. Her brother never lied to her, so she had taken his promise to not worry about anything to her heart and had learned obsessively for him to be proud of her. But the idea of her brother working day and night only to pay for her school fees had made her really uneasy, and therefore she hadn't spend the extra money he send once in a month but had saved it to visit him in Japan.
On her flight to Tokyo and afterwards in the taxi, she had imagined the meeting in her mind over and over again. The look of surprise on her brother's face, how he would brighten up in realization that she was really standing in front of him, and how they would embrace and hug each other after the long separation.
When she had arrived at the Koneko no Sumu Ie, she had found to her disappointment that the flower shop was still closed. But the disappointment was only short living, because she had tried it at the backdoor and to her luck had found it unlocked. And after she had entered the house, she had followed the voices she could hear in excitement and anticipation.
However, now, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her cheerful greeting turned into shocked confusion. Instead of finding her brother, she was confronted with a punch of very strange looking persons. Men, who immediately stilled in their movements at the sound of her voice and turned to her with wide eyes. Slowly, she let her eyes roam over them to take in the situation she has stumbled in.
A green coloured teenager was holding the collar of the shirt of a young man tightly in his fists in a threatening gesture. A younger boy with a red nose and Beagle written in capital letters on his forehead was kneeling on the floor. A one-eyed and unhealthy pale looking young man was stretched out on the floor, grinning and waving at her cheerily. The last two of the little group stood side by side at the wall. One was holding a string that was apparently connected with his wristwatch, and the other one was holding a gun in his hand.
The magic of the moment was broken by a funny squeaking noise coming from the Beagle Boy who was pointing at her with ridiculously wide eyes. The others reacted instantly. The green one let go of the shirt as if he had burnt his hands on the material, the string shot back into the watch, and the gun disappeared inside the suit. Sheepish grins and overly innocent looks greeted her as if she had caught them red-handed with their hands in the cookie box.
Aya didn't know them, and she had no idea how to make sense of what she just had witnessed, but one thing was sure. Somewhere in this mess was her brother who owned her a big explanation.
Don't worry, my ass.
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After a few moments of stunned silence...
"Aya-chan?" Yohji stared perplex at the young girl in the kitchen entrance. What for the love of God was Aya's sister doing here? Shouldn't she be far, far away in Europe instead of standing there and looking uncertainly back at him?
"Anou… Sumimasen, I came to visit my brother."
"Ah," Yohji replied. "I'm sorry to say but Aya's on a mi-- Ow!... I mean he's out… somewhere… Shopping! Yes, Aya's shoppi-- OUCH!... WHAT?"
Angry, Yohji turned glaring to the older man beside him. He already knew that he had almost made the mistake in giving away Aya's mission, but what had he done now to deserve a second painful hit in his ribs? And gods, Crawford's elbow was bony. Yohji could already feel a bruise blooming on his sensitive skin. Bastard.
The Schwarz leader covered his mouth with his right hand as if he was hiding a yawn with a polite gesture to whisper something in his direction. Frowning, Yohji tilted his head to understand what Oracle was by now already hissing at him. Ru… Ruuu… Run? Why should I run?... Oh!
Quickly focusing on the girl again, Yohji sent her his brightest smile.
"I meant Ran of course! You are Aya, he is Ran. Silly me. You see, Ran's not there at the moment. But as much as I know your brother, Ran will be overly happy to see you. And what a surprise, nonetheless! One could say that Ran's a very happy man to have such a lovely sister with a name that's so lovely that one could be tempted to call her brother after... it…"
Yohji could clearly see from the corner of his eye as Crawford's hand wandered further up to cover his eyes in an unbelieving gesture. Gods, what was the man expecting from him? This was an unforeseen and complicate situation, and he for himself found that he was doing quite well ad-hoc. Unlike the rest of the others who weren't helping much with staring at him in silent incredulity. So, it was at him to distract Aya from her brother's absence. Deciding that small-talk was a good way to entertain her until Ran was back again, Yohji concentrated on her once again.
"So, Aya-chan, what are you doing in your spare time? Do you already have a boyfriend?... No?... Don't say it's a girlfriend!"
"Yohji!"
Gah! Now he had done it. Okay, maybe Omi's shocked shout and Aya's deep blush were justifiable, but it had been the only logical question after she had shook her head in negation when he had asked her about a boyfriend. He had been a detective after all, and therefore was a master in logical combination. So what were the others expecting from him?
Well, regarding Omi who was making funny faces at him it could only mean that he should continue. A miracle, really, after what he had been saying in the last minutes. Kami-sama alone knew why nobody tried to help him out of this. At least his own team members could assist him, but apparently that was too much to ask for. Half-hearted and not really inspired by the others prolonged silence, Yohji turned again to the girl.
"I see. So, well, maybe a pet?... A plant?... Anything?... Oookay... Tea, anyone?"
The collective groan that echoed through the kitchen was only broken by Crawford's dry voice.
"Pathetic."
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Mister Okasawa was a very, very lucky man in a very happy world. He had spent a wonderful day at the lake with his two best friends. The greatest best friends one could find in the whole wide world, mind you. And he not only had the incredible luck to have such wonderful best friends, he also had the pleasure to drive them back to Tokyo in his humbled small car.
It was a little strange that they were driving back so early, it wasn't even midday yet, or that he couldn't remember how they had met and became best friends in the first place. Or why one of his best friends was sitting on the lap of his other best friend in a very intimate manner. Or why he had a bump on his forehead with the size of an ostrich egg. Or why his head felt like it was filled with pink cotton candy so he wasn't able to think straight.
But let's face it, why should he waste one thought about these mysteries when he knew that everything was perfectly fine with such wonderful best friends at his side? And Okasawa-san was so happy about everything that he was all smiles as he turned to his two best friends beside him to show them how lucky he was.
And while Bugs Bunny greeted him with a look that could be misinterpreted as a death-glare, the Lion King waggled his fingers and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
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As soon as the driver's look was back on the street, Schuldig dropped his hand and pressed his face into Aya's shoulder to muffle his snickers. And while he was busy with fighting a new laughing fit, Aya began to wriggle on his lap for better comfort. It wasn't a romantic thought that had brought the young Weiss leader on his lap. It was more the fact that Aya had had no other choice because the small car was really a small car. It had only two seats in the front and a little car boot instead of the back seat.
So, while Aya was wriggling on his lap in annoyance about the small space and got angrier and angrier, Schuldig enjoyed his somewhat sensual movements until his lover's irritation turned into a hiss.
"I can't believe that you told him my name's Bugs Bunny!"
Grinning, Schuldig laid his arms around him and answered in a smug voice. "And I can't believe that you demanded from me to manipulate his mind after all the Weiss-is-holier-than-thou talk."
"He hit me with his fishing rode!"
"He was in panic, Aya."
"... Even so it's his fault! I tried to talk to him! If this idiot would've just listen to me like any other normal people would've done instead of trashing me with his damn fishing rode we wouldn't have to take such drastic measures!"
"Whoa, calm down, Aya."
"No! I won't! It. Was. His. Fault!"
Well trained assassin reflexes took over. Schuldig snatched Aya's hair tails and pulled him down until their lips met in a deep kiss. It wasn't really fair game, but it interrupted his lover's tirade effectively and the kiss was wonderful. Schuldig enjoyed their dance of lips and tongues to the full, and pleased about the outcome released him with a soft sigh. Aya licked his flushed lips once and spoke in a slightly distracted yet firm voice.
"Schu, that I asked you to manipulate his mind was just an emergency measure, nothing more."
Oh, he had almost forgotten how persistent Abyssinian could be.
"So, you still think your morality is higher than mine, Aya?"
"Aa."
"And you will take no further actions that could harm this poor man?"
"Of course not!"
"Like... rob him?"
"Schu!"
"Really?"
Smirking, Schuldig reached back into the car boot, grabbed something, and turned back again to Aya. His eyes widened in mock surprise at the sight of the basket in his hand.
"Oh my god, is this a… picnic basket?"
While Aya's yaw dropped, Schuldig opened the basket and peered into it. The content of the basket was commented with gleeful cries.
"Oh, look, Aya! It's full of poor innocent fishers' food! There's Yakitori... Futo-maki... Tsukemono and ..." Baffled as if he had never seen a rice ball before, Schuldig held it up to stare at it in mock amazement. "Oh my gosh! It's a NigiriAHHHH!"
Aya was fast. Frighteningly fast.
Screaming, Schuldig snapped his hand back and stared horror-stricken at the teeth-imprints on his fingers. Aya had bitten him. His sweet and lovely Aya had bitten him! Aghast and taken aback, Schuldig lifted his eyes from his abused fingers to gawp at his champing lover only to scream again as Aya's hands shot down into the basket with alarmingly speed.
Stuffing himself with the stranger's food, Aya's glare was unmistakeable. And with his mouth full he hissed a deadly warning.
"Noth a wod. Noth a singe wod."
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Aya-chan couldn't deny that she was a little bit nervous. The young man who had embarrassed her with his questions about her non-existing love-life until her cheeks were glowing had ushered her into the living room to push her gently but firmly down on a couch. And with a promise of fresh tea he had vanished again into the kitchen.
The others had hesitated, and after some whispering, hissing, and growling they had joined her one by one in the living room. The young man called Yohji had brought the promised tea and had filled her cup, and after a short introducing it had taken a while and some pushing and squeezing until they had enough place to finally remain unmoving on their seats.
And now there was silence.
It was obvious that nobody felt comfortable enough to start a conversation, so Aya took the moment to study the others. The boys sat together on an armchair. Omi-kun had his arm around Nagi-kun's shoulder in a protecting or consoling manner while the younger boy communicated with him through a pen and a little notepad. Aya was happy that the poor mute boy - who evidently could only communicate through squeaking noises - had found such a good friend.
The rest of the group was sitting on the coach vis-à-vis from her. Ken-kun's eyes were fixed on the two boys, and he had a confused look on his face as if he was trying to puzzle out some complex mystery. Ken-kun seemed like a nice guy and was apparently a good friend of the eye-patch wearing young man next to him.
From the look of it, Farfarello-kun must have had a terrible accident to receive such cruel wounds that left him with those scars and robbed him of one eye. And although he had suffered such a cruel fate, the young man seemed to embrace life with both arms. And unlike the others in the room, he had a cheerful smile on his lips and his golden eye was shining with vitality. Right now, Farfarello-kun was beaming at her as if he was utterly happy about her sudden appearance.
Aya smiled back at the friendly young man before she turned to the next occupant on the coach. Well, Yohji-kun was a little creepy. He sat stiff between Farfarello-kun and Crawford-san as if he was being held hostage by them. And contrary to Farfarello-kun's honest smile, Yohji-kun's looked rather forced.
Beside him, Crawford-san sat with folded arms and a cool look on his face. And even if his hair was tousled and his expensive looking suit was wrinkled, Aya just knew that the man must be a successful manager, broker, or realtor. The seriousness and competence he was radiating let him definitely stand out compared to the rest of this somewhat strange group.
The silence was already very uncomfortable, and Aya decided to break it with polite conversation. Remembering the scene in the kitchen, she quickly found a topic to talk about and turned to Yohji.
"I've never seen something like that before, Yohji-kun. Is this a wind-up watch?"
There was a short moment of puzzled confusion on the young man's face before he finally understood her question. Beaming like a retard, he took out the string and zipped it a few times in demonstration.
"Oh, yes, it's a... gift from my... grandmother... for my birthday... last year."
Aya could swear she had heard Crawford-san muttering something that sounded like 'Idiot' and Farfarello-kun's smile turned into a broad grin. Yohji-kun stiffened and narrowed his eyes, but his creepy smile remained on his face. It looked a little frozen by now. Carefully, Aya cleared her throat.
"Sou ka. That was... nice of your grandmother, Yohji-kun. Um, Crawford-san? I want to apologize for my intruding and the interruption of your rehearsal."
"... I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, it was rather obvious with Omi-kun painted all green, threatening Ken-kun. And this cryptic word on Nagi-kun's forehead and his red nose and... I mean... You were rehearsing a scene for a mystery play, weren't you? This is a toy-gun you have hidden in your suit, isn't it, Crawford-san?"
Now she had it in cold print that something very fishy was going on. Yohji-kun had snorted! She had heard it loud and clear! And while Crawford-san seemed to have lost his voice and stared rather dumbly back at her, Farfarello-kun's grin widened so much that he actually looked like a psychopathic madman. And when the remaining three people regarded her with shocked faces, she was sure that she wouldn't get an answer for her questions.
Lifting the cup of tea to take a tiny sip from the hot liquid, Aya decided to let it drop for the time being. And while she burnt her tongue on the too-hot liquid, she used the time to think about what else she had learnt since her arrival.
Thanks to Yohji-kun's babbling, she finally understood why her brother had insisted to send her to Europe instead of choosing a university in Tokyo where she would've been at his side the whole time. It was true that she was a little shocked about the discovery, but on the other hand she was also sad about the insecurity her brother must feel towards her. It must be terrible for him to have such secrets, hiding them from her with the fear of being discovered.
But he doesn't need to hide them anymore, Aya decided resolutely. She will be by his side, will support him with all she has to give. What she needed was just a little time to adapt to the reorganization of her family.
Because, Ran calls himself Aya.
Ran is a Drag Queen.
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tbc
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Yakitori: marinated chicken
Futo-maki: ricerolls
Tsukemono: Japanese Pickles
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Black Kitten: Phew, the chapter's finished. Now to the reviews. #joy#... Skerene Dremea. #joy dies#… #glares# Where. Is. Your. New. Chapter? Where is Duo? #double glare# Where is Wufei? #triple glare# Where is--
Schu: You're getting weirder by any minute, you know that?
Black Kitten: #snaps out of it and blinks innocently# What? Where am I? What was I doing? Oh! Look! Reviews! #totally surprised#
Schu: That's not weirder, that's scarier.
Black Kitten: Let's see… Skerene Dremea. Hi! Long time no see! #cuddles & squeezes# Mah, thanks again for the long review! No, it wasn't Sakura, but you were sooo close. Oi, a FOURSOME? #squeaks, images, drools so much that she creates a little lake, takes a step forward, slips, and hits the floor#
Schu: #watches in amazement# Is there a comparison for weirder?
Aya: #dryly# Dumb?
Black Kitten: Idiots, both of you… Ouch… Hope500. Hopiiiiiie! #hugs# Ah, sorry, there wasn't much Nagi and Omi in this chapter. Maybe in the next, okay? Hm, I think the moment this adventure's finally over both of them will need a lot of love to recover from it. But you will help the poor bishies with it, ne? And Aya was again especially pigheaded.
Aya: #glares, takes out katana, and begins to sharpen it#
Black Kitten: Um, I meant mulish... Er, stubborn?... Obstinate?... Persisting?... #gulps#… Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar. OO… You're teasing me, right? You would really write a sequel? And all I have to do is to make Aya seme again? That's… disastrous! I love uke Schu and seme Aya but not the readers... at least not all of them... and… and… Oh gods, what to do? WHAT TO DO! #completely distressed#
Schuldig: #rolls eyes# How about two lemons?
Black Kitten: #blinks# Are you feeling well, Schu?
Schuldig: #puzzled# Why? I'm perfectly fi-- OH MY GOD!
Black Kitten: YAAAY! Great! It's decided, Foxxstar! #takes notebook and scribbles# Aya… seme… Schu… uke… Don't forget lube.
Schu: #turns pale#
Aya: #broad grin#
Black Kitten: #happy smile#… Kyra2. Oi, I didn't torture everyone! Okay, even Farfie fell down from the work top but... I didn't torture you, right Farfie?
Farfie: #cackles insanely#
Black Kitten: Um, see, there's still someone who's perfectly fine with the situation. #cough# And Omi, now, Omi's just a little… green.
Omi: #death-glare#
Black Kitten: #unimpressed# You're not made for murderous glares, Omi. In fact, they look quite funny on you, you know that?
Nagi: How dare you disgrace my Omi! #gathers telekinetic energy to make deadly strike#
Black Kitten: Oi… OI!
Weiss & Schwarz: #shout encouragements at Nagi#
Black Kitten: #quickly writes OmixNagi lemon and both disappear# Ha! The magnificent power of authors!… gamegirl. WAH! Oh gods, can you mail me the photos? I wanna see them naked, too!
Schuldig: She IS a baka.
Black Kitten: No! I'm not! I know I was the one who made you naked in the first place with my magic wand, but gamegirl has pictures! Wait a sec. Now that we're talking about it… Where's my magic wand? I haven't seen it in ages. #looks around#
Weiss & Schwarz: #whistles innocently#
Black Kitten: #glares# Idiots. Gamegirl just has to give me a new one.
Weiss & Schwarz: #throw off clothes, pose nude, make pictures, and send them to gamegirl as a request to not make further magical gifts#
Black Kitten: #wide-eyed# Wow, but I don't think gamegirl's so easily to manipu--… Wow. #blinks#… er… Gunning Angel. Oi, have you seen those bishies nude? They're… wow… #shakes head# Must. Think. Of something else… Travel to Paradise. YES! Lemoooon!... What a change of topic. #lol# Seriously, I'm waiting! And about Aya's jealousy, oh yes, I can so image him glaring at everything and everyone who comes too close to his koibito. I would too, if Schu were my lover. But he isn't. Sniff. But I can dream, ne? About Schu resting on a four-poster bed with tousled hair and bedroom-eyes, lips slightly swollen and a fine sheet of sweat still glittering on his flushed body after a night full of hot and almost unbearable passion and--
Schu: #covers ears with hands# Cut it out! CUT IT OUT!
Black Kitten: Mou, spoilsport... izedlatte. Oh my, thank you. #hugs# I'm glad that you find the story to your liking and that you didn't write 'nice story but your English's crap'. Really, I'm waiting in fear for the first reader who points it out.
Schu: Oh please, can I point it out? Please? Pleeeeeaaaaase!
Black Kitten: Hm, considering the fact that you're begging me on your knees... No... Izedlatte, about Farfie. For me, he's quite intelligent because I believe that psychopath doesn't necessarily mean insane.
Schu: #raises eyebrow# I assume you know this first-handed?
Black Kitten: #glare# Therefore, I would never write Farfie as a knife-licking-god-hurting loony.
Farfie: #licks knife and hurts god#
Black Kitten: #blinks#... Um... makusime. #double hug# Still luv you. Let's see, Aya and the fish. Now, Aya was just exhausted. Normally, he would grab the fish and beat it over Schu's head until our beloved carrot-head would be all dizzy and then Aya would throw him down onto the ground and would ravish him crazy and--
Schu: You're getting distracted.
Black Kitten: #blinks rapidly# You're right, I do. Now, onto Farfie. Yes, Farfie's a funny little guy. I can image him with his face coloured in red and blue with a huge red fake-nose and with those ridiculous long shoes which are making him trip with every step he takes--
Farfie: #shocked#
Black Kitten: #shocked# Oh gods, did I just describe Farfie as a clown?
Schwarz & Weiss minus shocked Farfie: #rofl#
Black Kitten: Um, okay, after I've managed to traumatize a psychopath, let's change to... annakas. Oh my, even two reviews! Thank you! #hugs# You don't need to feel sorry for Brad, he'll get his revenge.
Brad: YESSS!
Black Kitten: He just needs to suffer a little more.
Brad: NOOO!
Black Kitten: Hm, Ken may be a little naive to a certain degree, but I don't think he's dumb. He's just a little too trustful and doesn't have a clue about what's going on. Just like Yohji. And now it seems that Farfie has even found a new victim in Aya-chan. Wah, really, it's getting complicated. About Schu's eye-colour, I loved the idea of Schu with green eyes. But I'm also getting used to his original blue ones. He certainly looks quite yummy with jade and in combination with the orange hair. #purrs#
Schu: #dreamily# Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Black Kitten: #rolls eyes# Gods, spare me... Zanzahra. Abkringeln? #lol# Schaut aus als hättest du mit dem letzten Kapitel Spaß gehabt. Tja, Schu hätte die Möglichkeit die langen Haare zu kürzen um Aya's flinken Fingern zu entkommen, aber stell dir mal Schu mit einer Stoppelglatze vor. Ich habe jetzt noch Albträume wenn ich an den kurzhaarigen Gojyo denke. Hm, vielleicht sollte ich mir diese Idee für spätere Strafmaßnahmen aufheben, ne Schu?
Schu: #umklammert panisch seine Haare#
Black Kitten: Scherzi. #g#... lil-evil-bunni. Ah, Farfie's definitely gorgeous. And of course I know that Ran stands for orchid but, come on, compared to Schu's panther-like exotic appearance, Aya would be a thistle, or a nettle, or a cactus, or a--
Aya: Is this a botanic course? And I'm not a thistle!
Black Kitten: See what I mean? He's short-tempered, and cranky, and full of bitterness, and--
Aya: I'm not!
Black Kitten: AND an old virgin.
Aya: ...
Black Kitten: Gotcha! Oh, and you can spank him, lil-evil-bunni. He's all yours. #grins#... Reine Qual. #lol# Great name. Thanks for the review! Aya and Schu are my main pairing and always will be, because they're perfect for each other. But it looks as if you prefer Aya as uke. Hm, maybe I can convince you of the opposite? Let's see... Just picture our always cool and distant Aya. Suddenly, all his suppressed emotions break through the surface like a volcanic eruption and bundle into pure animal lust as he throws Schu down onto the four-poster and--
Aya: OO
Schu: You're awfully distracted today, aren't you?
Black Kitten: Um... Koji-chan. Oh my, the fly. Persisting little animal. And Aya almost ate it. Yuck! But now he had wonderful Japanese food. Am I nice to him or what?
Aya: You can't be serious! For all the times I've suffered... #rambles on#
Black Kitten: #snorts and ignores him# Should have given him Sauerkraut instead of Yakitori. Ungrateful #beep#… LoneCayt. Thank you! Oh, yes, Ran as seme is as rare as Schu as uke… or so. #cough# Never said that I'm good with English. Should stick to German. But I'll give it my best try to alter this stereotype thinking about the two bishies. Maybe I can even convince someone out there with this story! RanxSchu forever!
Aya: Could someone call the Mental Home for Retarded Lunatics, please?
Black Kitten: Baka. Just you wait and see. So, minna-san, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 'Til next time!