Black Kitten: Wow, time certainly flies fast. Especially when the authoress is finally back from her looong summer vacation. And it was GREAT! And I came back just to find that fanfictionnet doesn't let me log in to upload the new chapter. #sniff# But now, here I am!
Schu: #wails# Why is she back again!
Black Kitten: #suspicious# Could it be that you were the bug? By the way, you could at least act as if you're happy to see me again.
Schu: #raises eyebrow# I never lie.
Black Kitten: So? Well, let's see... Lo-Tort- chamber?
Schu: ... How wonderful to have you back! The honour! The… privilege! Praise you!
Black Kitten: #meaningful look at readers# Honestly, isn't that sad?... Nah. #grins# And now, enjoy the chapter, minna-san! And I'm off reading all those stories I've missed during vacation. YAY!
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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. There isn't much Aya/Ran and Schu in that part but there's a reason for it. And I know that Ken's horribly OOC but I needed a sacrifice and besides, this is how I see him at the moment.
"blah blah" … thoughts… /telepathy/
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Author: Black Kitten's Dream
Title: This is SO not happening!
Part 12
It was eerie, and it created goose-bumps. It was crushing, and the air felt like it was made out of thick smoke. It was terribly awkward, and not to forget it was slowly but surely getting ridiculous. Aya-chan had no idea how long she was sitting in the living-room by now, but it felt like eternity, and most of the time was filled with agonizing silence. Even Yohji had stopped his polite but more than forced questions and was now playing with his watch. The others hadn't even tried to start a conversation, so the rest of the time was pure torture.
When Aya started to hear the ticking of a clock that definitely wasn't there, she knew that if someone wouldn't speak up in the next few minutes she would hyperventilate on the spot.
"So, Aya-chan... Care for another cup of tea?"
No! NO! NOOO! Aya screamed horrified in her mind. One more drop and she would burst like an overstretched water balloon.
"Iie, Yohji-kun," she answered as politely as possible and was pretty proud of herself that she hadn't growled out her reply. After all, it was the fifth time Yohji had asked her the same question over and over again. And even as she put a smile on her face to show him that she appreciated his kind offer to some extent, her eyes warned him to not ask again. Ever.
"Okay." Duty done, Yohji turned back to play with his weird wired watch, just like he had done the last fourth times, and left her again with the maddening silence.
Aya had two choices, to go crazy or to start a conversation on her own. But what should she talk about with these people who were complete strangers to her? There were questions about her brother she would die for to get an answer. For example, why had Ran adopted her name? Could it be that her coma had been the trigger for this extreme change in his personality? That her long sleep had made him so desperate that he had simply taken over her identity and, as a result, had turned into a Drag Queen? And what changes does this bring to their life? Would they sit together like two sisters and exchange cosmetic tips? Cooking recipes? And does he shave his legs? Paint his nails? Stuff his bra? And how could Ran walk with high-heels when Aya herself had major troubles with them? And does he just love to dress up with woman's cloth or was he actually... gay?
Aya's eyes widened at the last thought and she almost slapped her forehead in realization. Why hadn't she thought about it earlier! It was all so obvious; she only needed to put two and two together. The house was full of young men, no traces that a woman was living there too. And they were all so handsome that they could act as models. And everybody knows male models are gay. Gay models that were friends of her brother who was an apron wearing Drag Queen working in a flower shop called Kitten in the House. Was there anything gayer than this? Certainly not. So, who was Ran's boyfriend?
Senses sharpened, Aya began to scan each of the young men with eagle eyes for a potential contestant. She dismissed Omi and Nagi instantly. They were just too young, and the sight of them huddled against each other was too cute and innocent. No way those teenagers were involved in something like sex. Ken seemed to be nice, but she couldn't image him as a boyfriend of a Drag Queen. Farfarello was looking pretty wild with his white hair, bandages, and the strap between his legs. Yohji was too... gay with his skin-tight shirt and low hanging jeans. And Crawford...
Now, there was a chance that Crawford was Ran's lover, but Aya hoped fervently that he wasn't the one. The man was just too serious for her liking, with his cool attitude and that expensive suit. And he seemed to have a constant frown on his face every time he looked at her, as if he was trying to figure something out about her and wasn't sure what to make out off her very existence. Aya felt as if she was a newly discovered or very rare insect, and she didn't like the feeling of being scrutinized. The man was giving her the creeps.
It was a bit hard for her to connect one of them to Ran, but she followed her heart and turned to the most likeable young man of the group. Praying that he is the one who makes her brother happy, Aya tried to form a subtle question to find out if she was right in her assumption.
"Um, are you waiting for my brother, too, Farfarello-kun?"
At first, the young man looked puzzled. But then his golden eye widened slightly and a broad grin set on his face. Aya felt a burst of happiness at his positive reaction to her hidden question, and, overjoyed that he was indeed Ran's koibito, she started to beam happily back at him when Omi interrupted them rudely.
"I bet he is," the young boy snapped, "Just to find a new victim. And I can only warn you to stay away from that nutcase, Aya-chan. He's dangerous."
Aya was startled and more than taken aback by Omi's strange accusation. She had no idea why the boy was so angry all of a sudden, but the sight of Farfarello's scarred face changing into a sad one at such rudeness nearly broke her heart. How could Omi be so cruel to such a nice young man? Instantly, her protective instinct for the poor and helpless shot in, and she was about to demand an apology from Omi when Ken stepped in with a frown on his face.
"What's wrong, Omi? Why are you so cranky?"
Slowly, as if he wasn't sure he had heard right, Omi turned to Ken to regard him with an unbelieving look on his face.
"Cranky? You call me cranky?"
Ken furrowed his brows in confusion at Omi's aggressive tone towards him. Omi was clearly waiting of a reply, but Ken had no idea of what he should say. He could answer with a simple 'Yes', or point out that the boy's question was just a repeat of his original one, thus was more rhetorical than anything else and doesn't actually need a reply. Or that Omi was just acting childish. However, Ken knew this would only lead to further arguments. And while he was pondering about an acceptable and peacemaking answer, Omi saved him from this complicated situation.
"I've a riddle, Ken, and I hope it's not too difficult for you. Can you see something odd on Nagi and me that maybe catch your eyes? Hmmm?"
Irritated about Omi's sarcasm coloured voice, Ken folded his arms and glared back.
"You don't have to talk to me as if I'm a mentally retarded idiot, Omi. I'm quite capable of holding a conversation despite the public opinion that soccer players are generally dump persons who only need a few brain cells in order to shot a ball into a three goal posts net draped--"
"Gods, Ken! Just look at us! That freak is crazy!"
"Don't call him a freak. I've no idea what happened to you or Prodigy, but Farfie has nothing to do with this."
"Farfie? Have you lost your mind? He's Berserker!"
"It doesn't make any differences what I'm calling him. It doesn't change the fact that you can't accuse him just because he's Berserker."
"Are you blind, Ken?"
"The last time I checked no."
Omi threw up his arms and shouted, "You simple-minded dork! How the hell can you defend someone like him?"
"EEE!"
Nagi's enthusiastic participation brought an abrupt pause into the debate as the others tried to puzzle out what he just had said. The young boy was clearly upset about the baffled looks he got and with a hiss started to scribble something on his notepad. Aya was a little perplex that Nagi hadn't learnt the mute speech by now. It was a little troublesome to hold a conversation through a notepad, after all. Finished with scribbling, Nagi held it up with an impatient gesture for everyone to see. Simultaneous, Aya and the others bent forward in their seats to take a better look at his message. There stood a single word.
EXACTLY!
Blinking, Aya stared like the rest in disbelief at the word on the notepad. That was all?
"Brilliant, Nagi, really brilliant." The dry comment and snort from Farfarello broke the spell and promptly Omi snapped back.
"Stay away from Nagi, you bastard! It's your fault that he cannot speak!"
"That's ridiculous, Omi. How in the world should Farf--"
"Oh, shut up, Ken! Why the hell are you protecting him? He's a maniac!"
"EEE!" (1)
"I'm quite sorry for Prodigy's inability to use his vocal cords and for his loss to communicate in a verbal manner, but you cannot put the misery of the whole world on Farfie's shoulder, Omi! That's just dumb!"
"DUMB?" Omi yelled furiously. "Why do you think I'm lime-green? Because it's fun? Look at Nagi's forehead! Do you think he's written the word all by himself? That Nagi loves to mark himself with water-proof pens? That he likes to be a beagle?"
"E'E EE E EEE!" (2)
"Gods, could you stop this ridiculous noise?" Yohji threw an annoyed look at Nagi. "Your squeaking is pretty pointless, don't you think? And if you haven't noticed by now it gets on everyone's nerves."
Aya had followed the dispute between Omi and Ken like she was watching a ping-pong match, and she had been so amazed by the whole discussion that her eyes were already as big as a soup tureen. And now, Yohji had joined in and his sarcastic comment let her hold her breath in anticipation of what would follow. She didn't have to wait long. Omi jumped up; face red, hands balled into fists. Clearly fighting for self-control, he stepped slowly towards Yohji.
"How dare you make fun of Nagi's misery, you prick!"
Yohji got up and mirrored Omi's movements. "I'm not a prick!"
"HA! You could have fooled me! Prick!"
"Take that back, Omi!"
"Make me!"
"Oh, you spoilt little brat!"
"What, you old fart?"
At this point, both were standing nose to nose, Omi on his toes, and Yohji with his neck bended down. And Aya, watching the whole scene in excitement, was in terrible need of some popcorn and a mega coke.
"Shut up! Both of you!"
Oh Gods, Aya knew Ken only meant well, but at the moment she could have strangled him for the interruption. It was just getting interesting! A little sour, she watched as Ken tried to cool down the heated situation.
"Have you no shame to argue in front of Aya's--... I mean Aby--... No... Ran's sister?" Ken glanced a little nervous in her direction before he turned again to the opponents with a frown on his face.
"I'd have never thought that you can be so vulgar, Omi. And Yohji, you're older, so please, at least act like an adult."
Yohji made a thoughtful face, nodded once, straightened up, and folded his arms. "Not before Omi apologizes."
"For what! You're the one who should apologize on your knees!"
"Guys, please," Ken pleaded desperately, "Let's drop it for now. We have a guest and you're both not very rational at the moment."
"Speaks the guy who's defending a maniac. Ha! Don't make me laugh!" came the snide reply from Omi.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Omi? Why are you always accusing him? He hasn't done anything. I know it because Farfie was the whole time in my room!"
"Oh, yes, please, love. Tell me, had you and Berserker fun like in fun, or had you fun like in... fun?"
Ken was by all means not the only one who was utterly confused by Yohji's cryptic comment, and while the others tried to puzzle out the meaning of it, he shook his head in a helpless gesture. "Wha... ?"
"Squeaking bed-coils, Ken? Rhythmically squeaking bed-coils?"
"... Sometimes I've no idea what you're talking about, Yohji."
"Sometimes?" Omi taunted. "You never get a clue about what's going on, Ken."
"Squeak, squeak, Ken? Squeak, squeak?"
That did it. Ken jumped up and exploded. "You're both out off your minds! Maybe working in a flower shop and inhaling pollen for so long has damaged your brains!"
All possible replies to this interesting theory were blocked by a soft voice.
"Excuse me," Aya spoke shyly, holding up one finger. "I really don't want to disturb, but, do you have popcorn by any chance?"
The attention she got was not quite what she had hoped for, regarding the funny looks she received, but Ken was rattled enough of her question that he forgot the argument for a moment and turned confused to Yohji. "I don't know, do we?"
Yohji was about to signal by shrugging that he didn't have the faintest idea when Omi beat him by pointing at Ken with a smirk on his face.
"Just wait until his maize kernel size brain is so overheated due to the inhuman effort to activate one of his rare brain-cells that maybe there will pop one out of his ear."
"HA. HA. That's SO funny, Omi. I'm roaring with laughter. HA. HA."
"Aw, you sure you got the subtle irony, Ken?"
"Oh, you little bitchy--"
"Enough!" the strong and more than irritated voice of Crawford cut like steel through the bickering, and Aya was sure it was a command from a man who was used to give orders without the possibility of refusal. Yet a slightly unimpressed Omi turned with a murderous glare and a hiss to the older man.
"What do you want, Schwarz?"
"At the moment?" Crawford returned Omi's glare coolly. "I want to end this absurd demonstration of Weiss's version of teamwork."
"Don't meddle with our business, Oracle." The snarl from Omi was pure venom.
"Au contraire, my dear Bombay," Crawford sneered back. "I have every intention to end this ridiculous spectacle that has been forced upon me."
"Yeah?" came the mocking counter from Omi and a rather nasty smirk pulled his lips into a sneer. "Now, I would like to see that, old man."
There was a squeaking gasp, two eyes widened in shock, and one golden one was flashing in sheer delight. Aya was fishing imaginary popcorns out off an imaginary pot, and Crawford grew stiff. And blushed. But the flush of his cheeks came not from shyness, Aya was sure about it. Either the red dots that slowly covered his face meant that he was coming down with German measles, or the man was really, really angry.
Aya was not the only person in the room who was staring at Crawford in nervous anticipation of how he was going to handle such an insult. Except Farfarello, who was licking his lips in an almost disturbing manner, and Omi, who was still smirking self-assuredly and completely unaware of the panic looks he got from Ken and Yohji. The tension lying in the air was nearly unbearable, and Aya was already nibbling nervously on a fingernail when Crawford finally showed a reaction.
Ember coloured eyes narrowed dangerously until he had the appearance of a predator fixating its prey with a lethal stare. Slowly, he reached into his jacket, drew out his gun, and pointed it at Omi.
The speed in which Omi, Ken and Yohji returned to their former places was so amazing that Aya could only stare in awe. Utterly enraptured and overwhelmed by Crawford's stunningly cool act, and the fact that he had managed to end the dispute with a simple toy gun let her act on impulse. Aya jumped up from her seat and started to applaud enthusiastically.
All eyes were on her like she had gone gaga.
Slowly realizing what a bizarre sight she must be to the others, her clapping got slower and slower until she sat down again with a meek expression on her face.
"Gomen nasai. Please... don't mind me."
There was an agonizing and terribly embarrassing long moment of more bewildered looks, before they finally decided to focus on Crawford again. Still holding up his toy gun, Crawford examined her with one last disapproving frown before he spoke up, calm and serene.
"Do I have everyone's attention?"
Even Aya nodded at the more than rhetoric question. Her former feelings for the man had quickly turned into respect, and the thought of him being Ran's lover didn't give her the creeps anymore. Fascinated by the power and authority he was radiating, she kept an eye on him as he finally put his toy gun back into the suit and turned to Ken.
"Hidaka, even after this poor display of Weiss that I really wish I had never witnessed for the sake of the reputation of a certain professional guild, you can't be that naive. Berserker's just toying with you."
Whatever Crawford was talking about, the former intimidation due to the toy gun event vanished quickly.
"HA!" Ken shot back. "Maybe just like you? How can you do this to your boyfriend, Crawford?"
"Boy--... What?" Stunned, Crawford stared perplex at Ken who continued heatedly.
"You're a bastard, you know that? What a poor excuse of a lover are you anyway?"
Demonstratively throwing an arm around Farfarello's shoulder, Ken pulled the somewhat surprised looking man protectively against him until the scarred face was buried in his neck. First, Farfarello was all stiff in his arms and it looked as if the young man would fight back by any second, but then he relaxed and Ken started to pat his back while glaring daggers at Crawford.
"What the hell are you talking about, Hidaka?" Crawford growled in irritation.
"Don't play dumb!" Ken shot back. "I know everything! Farfie has told me that you're just playing with him, how you ignore his needs, his feelings. He's a human being, you asshole!"
"I will forget the insult, Siberian, for now. And I really hate to repeat myself but I will give you one last chance. What the fuck are you talking about?"
"He was a virgin, for God's sake, before he fell into your evil hands!"
Speechless, Aya and the others stared open-mouthed at Crawford who for his part stared open-mouthed at Ken. All right, the chances that he could be Ran's lover were now nullified after this unexpected revelation, but gods, what a drama! This was better than every soup opera she had ever seen!
"WHAT?" Crawford's screech sounded through the room.
A little distracted by the not so manly sound, Aya tried to figure out what this was all about. She couldn't see Farfarello's face, hidden by Ken's neck, but a muffled sob from him showed her how much he must suffer. Ken's reaction to the sob was to tighten his arms and to stroke the white hair in a consoling manner. Untouched by this sad sight, Crawford narrowed his eyes.
"Now I see what's going on. I can assure you that Berserker is not my lover. In fact, it's his idiotic form of reven--"
Farfarello sobbed, and Ken interrupted the older man furiously. "Oh, that's just great. And now you're even denying that he's your boyfriend!"
"There's nothing to deny, you moron! He's just pla--"
The sob got louder...
"Oh, shut up, Crawford. Farfie warned me that you would deny everything!"
... and louder...
"He told me under tears how you're treating him!"
... and was already breaking Aya's heart...
"He even told me about your perverse fascination with straight-jackets!"
... when her eyes widened in shock...
"He's not your personal sex slave, you sex maniac!"
... and Crawford stood up...
"You make me sick!"
... eyes flashing in anger...
"You disgusting old pervert!"
... and started to shout.
"As the leader of Schwarz I order you to end this now, Berserker!"
"See!" Ken pointed accusingly at the furious man. "That's exactly the wording he's using when he's forcing Farfie into sex!"
"I DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH BERSERKER!" Crawford yelled on the top of his lungs.
"YOU SO DO HAVE SEX WITH HIM!" came the equally loud retort from Ken.
Yohji, observing the whole discussion thoughtfully, lifted one hand. "I don't know if you have sex with Berserker, Crawford. And I really don't want to know, because the image alone is just… gah. However, I've witnessed your little spat yesterday and there was something about cuddling with him."
"I never said something like that!" The outraged shout from Crawford was the best proof that he was about to lose his patience. Eyes blazing in rage, he stared fuming at Ken and Yohji.
"Just use your fucking brains for once. How the hell should I be able to force a psychopathic killing machine who cannot feel any pain into something ridiculous like sex-slavery? That's Berserker we're talking about! Don't you see he's manipulating all of you?"
Surprisingly, it actually looked as if Yohji and even Ken were starting to consider his point of view, and Crawford's lips were already pulling up into a triumphant smirk and his body language relaxed into a smug one... when Farfarello's sobbing started once more. And this time, the noise was more heartbreaking than ever before. In an instant, Yohji and Ken's expression turned from thoughtful to wavering, or in Ken's case, to protective and upset again.
Gritting his teeth, Crawford glared daggers in Farfarello's direction. The flexing of his hands was a plain sign that he was fighting for self-control, ready to strangle the sobbing young man in Ken's arms. Apparently he won his inner fight, because, after a frustrated hiss, Crawford straightened up and casually flicked a strand of hair out of his face.
"Just think logically and ask yourself who is worthier your trust. A ridiculously snivelling cold-blooded psychopathic killer who isn't called Berserker for nothing, or... ", Crawford paused to let the meaningful words sink in and continued with a dramatic gesture at himself.
"Or I, qualified leader of Schwarz."
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It was brutal and agonizing. It was pure torture which let him suffer endlessly, and only his sheer will to succeed in his task let him bear the cruel pain. It was like kneeling on a stream of lava. The heat was burning through the thin material of the trousers and let the soft skin feel as if it was on fire. It melted the fragile bones mercilessly beyond recognition, and the dust the destructing heat left in its way blinded his helpless boiling eyeballs into further--
"You're not going to kiss the pavement, are you?"
Schuldig, already kneeling and about to bend forward, stilled in his movements at the incredulous voice. Carefully, he peeked up through his bangs at Aya who was watching him with raised eyebrows.
Okay, maybe he really had considered to kiss the ground in gratitude, now that he was back in Tokyo and all the suffering had finally come to an end. But it had been more spontaneous, an act out of pure reflex that had driven him down on his knees, really. But now, kneeling on the terribly hot ground and with Aya's questioning eyes on him, it actually looked like a rather silly thing to do. And not to forget that it was far from being manly.
"Of course not," Rolling his eyes at such an abstruse assumption, Schuldig regarded Aya with an 'oh please' look. "Who do you think I am? The pope?"
Aya grinned. "Far from it, Schu. You're neither the pope nor a saint; that I can confirm." Bending forward and putting his hands on his knees to hold the balance, Aya tilted his head until he had full view on Schuldig's face.
"So, why you're kneeling on the pavement again?"
Staring into his lover's smirking face and pinned down by the in amusement dancing eyes, Schuldig tried to find an accurate answer. And couldn't. Not with Aya's full concentration on him. Quickly, he dropped his head until his face was shielded by his long hair and out of Aya's sight. He was thankful that Aya had kept him from making a fool out of himself, but now he had to get out of it without losing his manly touch. He had to think, and fast, to get out of this embarrassing situation.
Fingers touched his forehead and stroke back his bangs to uncover his face. Before an overly amused Aya had the chance to tease him some more, Mastermind's defences kicked in.
"I'm kneeling because I'm too hungry to stand upright since a certain cruel person ate ALL food and didn't even give a tiny crumb to his starving lover." Hn, take this.
Aya's fingers stilled in the long hair and his eyes widened. A guilty expression spread over the handsome face, and when Aya started to bit his lower lip, gods, did he look miserable.
"Oh, Schu, I'm so sorry. I can't say how awful--"
"But I'm not someone to bear a grudge that easily," Schuldig continued hastily before Aya could drown in misery. It had been a dirty trick to trigger Aya's sense of guilt just to save his own reputation, and he hoped the younger man would never find out how he had played with his feelings. Gods, what a terribly sneaky bastard he was.
Silently apologizing for the foul play, Schuldig pulled Aya into a tender kiss. Oh, how he loved the feeling of those velvet lips, the warm tongue, the taste and essence of Aya. It was wonderful to feel those emotions through a simple kiss. No words were needed; the language was their own as they transported the love through their mouth. A feeling that was theirs alone and no outsider was able to--
"Schu… People are watching us." Aya drew his lips away only to find Schuldig following him right away.
"Aw, come on, Aya. Just a little longer."
"Baka. We're in front of the flower shop. My team members could see you."
Schuldig turned his look to the shop. "It's not open, Aya. Maybe they're out."
Frowning, Aya stood up to observe the front of the apparently desert shop. "That's strange."
"Maybe." Schuldig quickly got up from the hot pavement and pulled Aya against him. "But now we have all the time to continue our kiss."
"It's too dangerous, Schu. You're still an enemy and I can't…" Aya briefly closed his eyes. "I can't help you if they decide to go against you. I'm the leader of Weiss. It would be my duty to help them fight you and that's the last thing I wish for. They would kill you. I would have to kill you."
"It's okay, Aya. I understand."
It hurt. It really, really hurt to realize they were still enemies, that their love was tainted by their lives. There would be orders they wouldn't be able to refuse. Assassins can't choose their prey. Not assassins of Weiss, and least of all not members of Schwarz with their cold-blooded leader Crawford.
Absently playing with Aya's hair-tails, Schuldig tried to find a solution. It would be a love affaire with secret meetings in dark alleys, smoke filled bars, cheep and cockroach infested hotel rooms. Short and hushed spoken words full of love over the phone, no, wait, he still had his telepathy. But they would always live in fear. It was a love not meant to be, cursed from the beginning only to await a horrible tragic and gruesome end.
Almost moaning at such a terrible vision of their future, Schuldig stroke through Aya's hair and reached down to the lips to touch them gently. When he spoke again, his words were strangely strangled and he had to swallow to ease the lump in his throat.
"We'll find a way, Aya. I promise."
Aya tilted his head into his caressing hand and sighed sadly. "Oh, Schu."
Their soft and tender conversation was cruelly interrupted by a lout bang. Alarmed, both men jumped back from each other, ready to defend themselves or each other. But it was too late, much too late. Someone came out of the house with frightening speed and wrath written all over his face. The eyes were blazing in rage, he was hissing and cursing and brutally snatched Schuldig by his arm to drag the stunned German back into the house. In seconds, Schuldig had vanished and was nowhere to see.
Shell-shocked, Aya stared at the now vacant doorway. That wasn't real… It couldn't be… This was a nightmare. Aya's mouth opened and closed a few times soundlessly before he let out a desperate squeak.
"ORACLE?"
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tbc
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(1) "EEE!"--Yes!
(2) "E'E EE E EEE!" --I'm not a beagle!
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Black Kitten: Okay, the last line was rather obvious and not very original but I had to stop at some point.
Schu: I protest! I would never kiss a pavement!
Black Kitten: #mumbles# You would, believe me, you would... Look! Reviews!... tigermink. Oh my, and another short chapter, gomen ne.
Aya: Thank Kami-sama that there wasn't much about me in that part. Just to think of all the horrible embarrassments I have to endure just to amuse some yaoi obse--
Schu: I was about to kiss a pavement! That's sooo OOC!
Black Kitten: Nag, nag, nag. You two can be so childish sometimes. I've the feeling I'm surrounded by kindergarteners. Just ignore them, tigermink. You're right, Aya-chan is in for a big surprise, although I have this certain feeling that she's not the only one. #grins#
Weiss & Schwarz: #alarmed looks#
Aya-chan: #clueless look#
Black Kitten: #happy look#… Skeren Dreamera. Um, that was a... love-glare! Oh, have a little mercy with poor clueless Aya-chan. The world she stumbled in is everything but normal. On the other hand, what's still normal in this story? So far, I've managed to mix up the lives of nine people. But the best of all is that Schu and Ran think their suffering is finally over. HA! They have no idea what's awaiting them in the kitten's house! BWAHAHAHA!
Weiss & Schwarz: #horror#
Aya-chan: #clueless look#
Black Kitten: HAHAHAHA-- #coughcough#… gamegirl28. Thank you! #hugs wand-collection# I hope you could find something funny in that part too even if there wasn't much Ran and Schu. I had to focus on Aya-chan and the rest to build a bridge to the next chapter blah blah blah... Gods, what a boring reply to your review. Let's see... It's a pity that there aren't Weiss Kreuz playing cards with the bishies portrayed in various undressed love positions... #looks left and right and whispers# But I've thought ahead and have installed web cams in their rooms and even in the bathrooms. #winks# And now, only for you, gamegirl, the link to watch them in real time is--
Weiss & Schwarz: #piercing shriek# YOU DID WHAT?
Black Kitten: #blinks# Great, now I'm deaf...
Aya-chan: #clueless look#
Weiss & Schwarz: #run circles in complete panic#
Black Kitten: #rolls eyes# And out of the blue they're suddenly oh so prudish. A likely story... Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar. #watches Foxxstar poking hysterically squeaking Schu# Aw, what a cute sight. I would really love to read the three-some lemon where Schu's the sausage between the slices #nudge nudge wink wink#... About your Brad/Yohji request, you see, I cannot pair up Yohji with Brad. Yotan's already involved with Kenken and that would be cheating and I don't have the heart to break them off because they're so cute together and it would be just terrible if--
Yohji: #bored to death# Get to the point already.
Black Kitten: ... And suddenly, the idea's not so bad anymore. #glares#... #rereads review# Um, could it be that I misunderstood your request, Foxxstar? Did you mean in my next part or next fic? Anyway, I've already plans with Brad in this one and I can tell you that someone will be utterly surprised by it. #giggles insanely#
Weiss & Schwarz: #terror-shrieks#
Aya-chan: #clueless look#
Black Kitten: #broad smile#... Hope500. Hi! #hugs#. Yaoi-pocky? #lol# That's definitely something every yaoi-girl/boy should have. I swear nothing on the chibis is permanent! I'm not--... I mean Farfie is not THAT cruel. And the situation for Omi and Nagi should get better now that Schu and Aya have arrived at the kitten's house. At least I think so. Yohji had a hard time in the precious chapter and today it was Ken's time. Poor bishies, fate can be sooo cruel. #smirks#... Oh! I wanna see naked bishies too!
Weiss & Schwarz: #shocked speechless#
Aya-chan: #clueless look#
Black Kitten: Slowly but surely I'm getting worried about Aya-chan's stereotypical reactions... LoneCayt. Of course they will change their cat and bunny costumes in freshly cleaned and ironed suits and ties before they face the others. #grins# Nah, not a chance that they can hold up their reputation. Not in my story. MUAHAHAHA-- #cough#... Sorry. Ah, you don't have to worry about Farfie and Aya-chan. She's, let's say, naive enough for Farfie. Therefore he doesn't really have to put much effort in it. #winks#... Wah! My English's not that bad? Thank you! So, you're learning German? Hm, let's see... Ein Mann erzählte seinem Freund, dass er am Vortag einen ernsthaften Streit mit seiner Frau hatte. „Der Streit endete," sagte er, „als sie auf Händen und Knien zu mir gekrochen kam." – „Was hat sie gesagt?" fragte der Freund neugierig. Der Ehemann antwortete, „Sie sagte: Komm endlich unter dem Bett hervor, du Feigling!"
Weiss & Schwarz & Aya-chan: #clueless looks#
Schuldig: #rofl#… #stops#… #blinks#… Wait a sec, what the hell… #bruised male pride#
Black Kitten: I know it's not the best joke in the universe #sweat drop#… mimma. #bursts out laughing# Gods, I can't believe it! You made the same mistake as I, just the other way around! I once wrote a gift lemon and made the terrible mistake to write prostrate instead of prostate. And now you're telling me that you prostate at my greatness. LOL, that's really great. #hugs#... And you're worthy, believe me, you are... erm... And please stand up before someone steps on you.
#bulls stampede out of nowhere#
Black Kitten: #blinks#... Oh my... Too late... makusime. I'm glad that you still like the story. #hugs# It's crazy but I'm getting more nervous with each chapter in fear I could disappoint the readers, especially you. But I think you know this by now. In fact, I'm like a nervous wreck with tousled hair, black rings under the eyes, bitten lips, and no fingernails.
Schu: A freak!
Black Kitten: #growls#... Baka... babymar-mar. Hi! Thank you and of course there will be more chapters. I still have to puzzle out how to end the chaos... #chough#... I mean I still have to solve the ... No, I still have to explain the... Oh, forget it.
Aya: I think babymar-mar already did. #smirks#
Black Kitten: #glare# … Koji-chan. LOL... erm... Oh gods, I can't watch people cry! #turns away#... Okay, I know that was a bad joke but do not fear! Aya will get into the uke-status, I swear! I just have to--
Aya: NOOOOOOO!
Schu: YESSSSSSS!
Black Kitten: Great, now I'm deaf again. #shakes head to get rid of the ringing#... As I said before, I just have to figure out how to let Schu approach Aya in this delicate situation without getting a black eye for his effort to--
Schu: NOOOOOOO!
AYA: YESSSSSSS! #makes boxing gesture#
Black Kitten: Do you have to be so noisy? You see, Koji-chan, you'll get your lemon because I'M the authoress and my word counts!
Weiss & Schwarz: Of course. #meaningful looks at each other#
Back Kitten: What? WHAT?... Idiots... Kyra2. Well, I would say we do not only torture them, we're literally bathing in the chaos we create. At least I do. #grins# Ran will have major troubles explaining his looks to Aya and the others without loosing his face and masculinity, that's for sure. But compared to what's going on at the moment, his and Schu's appearance is just a speck in a field full of big, fat dots. Oh, and I'm also very eager to find out where this whole mess is heading!
Aya: #raises eyebrow# As the authoress, shouldn't you know how this is going to continue?
Black Kitten: Um... erm... Well... Zanzahra. #grins# It certainly looks like you had fun with the previous chapter. Personally, I love those little spats between Schu and Aya especially if they turn into teasing and lead to something more... spicy. You know what I mean, don't you? #winks#
Ken: #confused# They turn into... pizza?
Black Kitten: Er... right. Isn't Kenken cute? #meaningful look#... I just couldn't resist making Schu the Lion King. And Ran as Bugs Bunny... Well, let's say I couldn't find a better comparison in such a quick time.
Aya: You liar! I saw the big fat grin on your face when you wrote it down!
Black Kitten: Oh, my poor bunny drag queen is hallucinating! Sadly, you've no proof. #sticks tongue at Aya#... lil-evil-bunni. Don't get it wrong. Yohji's everything but stupid. Neither is Ken or the rest. They're just caught up in certain circumstances and the net Farfie made for his and our amusement. But I cannot deny that there's a certain amount of, let's call it naivety, and it's an immense help for him and his evil, evil plans. #grins# Oh, I don't like Schu's green hair or Farfie's red ones in the manga, or their eye colours. #shudders#. Or that Schu destroyed Aya's family. It WAS Takatori after all! And in my opinion, Schu's orange hair is VERY natural. Just as natural as his... telepathy! Or Nagi's telekinese! Or Brad's precog--
Aya: You're ranting. No, forgive me. My error. You're babbling.
Black Kitten: ...Oh! Look! It's your spanking time with lil-evil-bunni!
Aya: NOOOOOO!
Black Kitten: Hm, I almost feel sorry for him... Nah... ZanaBQ. Mah, danke! #hugs#. Concerning my great writing style you wrote about, I would say that's because your and my first language's German. Therefore we don't see our or the other writers errors that much. #grins# And about you giving me a review although it's very late and you're tired and don't even now anymore what you're writing about... Now you know how I feel when I'm writing on a new chapter.
Schu: Funny. And I thought she's just plain insane to create such a story.
Black Kitten: #growls# I will show you insanity... ZanaBQ, believe me you don't talk nonsense, that's what Schu is for!
Schu: I protest!
Black Kitten: Pity it doesn't have an effect on me. #sticks tongue out#… Gunning Angel. Wah! You wrote a new chapter and a sequel! I was surprised how much I missed while I was on vacation. Without computer, can you believe this? It was a... funny feeling. At least as funny as Aya's and Schu's relationship. They are taking turns in trying to hold up their pride and masculinity in front of each other and every time it gets harder and harder the longer they're together. It's quite a natural process, wouldn't you say?
Schu: Natural? It's totally mortifying!
Black Kitten: That too. #grins# Well, Aya may have troubles keeping up with Schu's logic at the moment, Schu is the Mastermind after all, but Aya's a kitten and therefore has claws to fight back.
Aya: That's so typical for you! To portray Schu with intelligence and I'm the brute!
Black Kitten: What? I didn't... I meant...
Schu: #narrows eyes# What do you mean by she 'portrayed' me with intelligence, Aya?
Aya: oo
Black Kitten: Yes, tell us, Aya! By the way, how was the spanking?
Schu: Spanking? What spanking?
Aya: oo
Black Kitten: #smirks# Thought so. So, Gunning Angel, as you can see, apart from their constant nagging they're really, really cute and therefore they will remain as my favourite pairing forever and for always! Hopefully yours too. #hugs#... annakas. Oh, the double morals standards of Weiss have always disturbed me, so the urge to put it into the story was very strong. It's just Aya's luck that he got the honour.
Aya: #hangs head in defeat while Schu's still nagging him about the spanking#
Black Kitten: Poor kitten. I could almost feel something like pity for him... Nah. #grins# Aya-chan certainly is in a funny situation but it's in my interest that she doesn't get too involved into Farfie's plans. Her heart-warming ignorance and conclusions are somewhat refreshing in all that chaos. Oh, and you're not alone, annakas. I get weird looks all the time!
Schwarz & Weiss: #weird looks#
Black Kitten: Why am I not surprised? … Amber Bock. Thank you! I just love it when people have so much fun with the story despite the grammar and spelling mistakes. Schu and Aya ARE the ideal couple. Both are stubborn to the core and with a fire that runs through their veins in order to break free in a bubbly eruption so that it can melt and burn at the same time.
Aya: And that's where you're utterly wrong! I'm totally out of character in your story, because in reality I'm a cold, withdrawn, tight-lipped, narrow-minded, glaring, shine-yelling avenger!
Black Kitten: And your speech was just proof for it?
Aya: ... Hn.
Black Kitten: #broad grin#... See, Amber Bock, and suddenly you're in the middle of those thingies of mine you're so fond of. And I also love insanity to a certain point and knives are pretty little shiny objects to play with, but what I really love is Farfie as a clever and sane psychopath.
Farfie: #snorts# Dream on. I like my god-hurting, nun-hunting, child-eating image very much. It's easy to play and not very demanding.
Black Kitten: ... I'm shocked. #narrows eyes# Maybe I should focus on you more in the next parts… Spawn of Hell. Wow, a visitor from hell. Thank you for the review! Well, I haven't posted more stories because that one is my first. I did write a lemon months ago but it's NC-17 so there's no place for it on fanfictionnet. But I've got many ideas for more stories and as soon as I've finished this one, I'll start the next.
Schu: Do I have to get into panic mode?
Black Kitten: Yes, I'm afraid so. Gomen ne, Schu. Have fun as long as you can.
Schu: Oh. My. God.
Black Kitten: God has nothing to do with it, believe me. #grins# ... KT. I'm surprised that you could make two reviews for the same chapter. Normally, fanfictionnnet only allows one review per reviewer... or so. It looks like you had fun with the story so far and that's wonderful. At this point, I've no idea if the next lemon will be as 'tasty' as the last one or if I'll make it funny. However, I'll put my whole imagination into it!
Schu & Aya: #horror (again)#
Black Kitten: #huge smile#... Farfie IS clever. One should never underestimate the loonies! And least of all, none should underestimate MY Farfie... Wait a sec, I've got this image of Brad doing something with... Oh lala!
Schwarz & Weiss: #suspicious# What? WHAT?
Black Kitten: Oh, nothing, really. Just wait and see...BWAHAHAHA!... Until next time, minna-san!