Author: Misura PM
Who is going to save Nagi? [slightly silly]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Nagi N. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,298 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 07-14-03 - Published: 06-16-03 - id: 1384976
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Warnings/notes : slight humor, slightly weird, Schwarz + Nagi (kind of), Crawford/Schuldich, Aya/Ken, Nagi/Farfarello, Yohji/Omi, oocness of about everyone
Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
written at 5th june 2003, by Misura
The idea of licking icecream off someone else was brought to my attention by various people and isn't mine. This fic doesn't involve this activity, by the way ; they just talk about it. Sorry!
"My feet hurt." Schuldich whined.
"They will be better tomorrow." Crawford replied.
"My head hurts too."
"It will be better tomorrow." Crawford repeated.
"Really?" Schuldich asked.
"No. I just say that to make you quit pestering me with your complaints."
"Chibi? I'm home!" Yohji glowed as he entered the living-room, clutching the half jar possessively.
"Hm?" Omi didn't look up from the TV.
"And I have *ice-cream*!" Yohji said proudly.
"Took you long enough." Omi replied.
Yohji blinked. Didn't Omi know how hard it had been to get this prize?
Oh. Of course not! How could he, when he was here all the time?
Well, time to inform him then.
"We had to fight those creeps from Schwarz to get this!" he held out the ice-cream to Omi.
"Hm? Only half a jar?"
"Aya cut it in half with his katana, so that they wouldn't get all of it."
Omi made a face. "Eewww! I'm not going to eat that! You know where that katana of his has been! What were you guys *thinking*!"
"But ... but ... "
"Don't you have some flower-arrangement to work on?"
Yohji walked out of the living-room, his illusions shattered, a broken man.
"What is going on here?! Nagi?!" Schuldich screamed as he surveyed the scene in the living-room.
"Oh, hi Schuldich!" Nagi smiled weakly.
"Hey, you got ice-cream!" Farfarello bounced up and grabbed the half jar out of Schuldich's forceless hands. "Strawberry! My favorite taste!"
"What's the meaning of this ... this ...?" Schuldich nearly choked on the words.
Both Nagi and Farfarello were barely dressed, their clothes littered over the floor. The telepath had wondered earlier at Crawford's reluctance to go there ; now he knew why.
"Well, it seems there's a lack of ice-cream through all of town, so Farfarello brought me an electronic fan instead." Nagi beamed.
If looks could kill, Farfarello would have died that very instant.
"Very ... smart of him." Schuldich ground out.
Farfarello grinned and nodded, retrieving two spoons from the kitchen.
"Would you like a some too, Schu?" he asked.
He slammed the door behind him, having never felt so betrayed before in his life.
"What's *his* problem?" Farfarello wondered aloud.
Nagi shrugged. "Who knows? And who cares?"
"Do you really want to use these?" Farfarello inquired, holding up the spoons.
Nagi blinked. "How else are we going to eat the ice-cream?"
"Weeell." Farfarello drawled, sounding a little like Schuldich at his worst. "We could lick it off eachother. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
As arms snaked around his waist, at first he ignored them.
"Schuldich." A soft voice purred into his ears, sending shivers down his spine in spite of the heat.
He turned around.
"Come up to my room." Crawford murmured, not breaking the contact.
Schuldich was amazed to hear Crawford laughing softly.
He was even more amazed when he woke up the next morning in a bed not his own, discovering it hadn't been a dream after all.
Ken wiped his forehead. It was quite warm in the flowershop, but, as Aya had stated, the work wouldn't wait. And one look at Yohji's face had been sufficient to convince him the blond wasn't going to be of much help today.
So it was just him and Aya.
He wished he had the courage to make use of this perfect opportunity.
"Yes, Ken?" Two words ; one more than he had hoped for. Was that a good sign?
"Can I ask you something?"
"Would you ... would you like to go out with me some time?"
Aya looked up and stared at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes?" Ken gulped.
Aya smiled. "I would like that, Ken."
Ken felt dizzy with excitement. "You would? That's ... great!"
Aya went back to work, not saying anything.
Yohji sighed, staring at the pale moon and lit another cigarette.
"Smoking's bad for you, Yohji-kun."
He turned around, finding himself alone.
Great! Now I'm imagining things.
He could hear Omi laughing. This time he ignored it.
Only when a small hand touched his arm, he woke from his dark thoughts.
Blue eyes gazed up at him. "Yohji-kun? Are you coming back to bed? It's cold out here."
"It is now." he agreed, following his lover back inside.