Rating: T.

Yeah, not sure. I actually did quite a lot of research for this, seeing as there aren't any official character birthdays (Or I just had extremely bad luck finding it. I mean, I've been searching for it since day one, so it's unlikely, but who knows.)

So yep, Zodiac signs it is.

Time for a little disclaimer though: I do not own the information I so shamelessly copied from Wikipedia, regarding Zodiac signs.


Green eyes stared intensely at another pair of green eyes, locking on to the boy sitting on the couch. He walked closer, slowly, almost in a predatory fashion. The boy didn't notice the distance between them getting smaller, until it was too late. Pupils dilated as they locked on to the target once more, and he flexed his muscles, ready to pounce.

He was on him in a second, surprise taking over the boy's features.

''Ow! Yukio! H-hey, cut it out!'' Emil spoke, trying to get the extremely playful cat to let go of his hair. He dropped the book he'd been reading, one of the few books they had that was not written in the elven language. He petted Yukio, still trying to untangle the paws from his hair. When he succeeded, the cat immediately spun around, and made a run for it. The boy shook his head, ready to bend over and grab the book that had fallen on the floor. He was beaten to it though, a hand larger than his own picking up the book before him. Emil looked up the same time Richter did, his face flushing a bright red at the close proximity of their faces. Richter's breath ghosted over his skin, and he pulled back a bit, preventing himself from doing something possibly dangerous. He took the book from the older man, mumbling a thank you, eyes fixated on the book. Richter looked at Yukio, who was now looking around the corner of the kitchen table, eyeing the two suspiciously. Richter narrowed his eyes at the cat for whatever reason, and Emil rolled his eyes. It didn't went unnoticed by the other man though, unfortunately, and the glare shifted from the cat to the boy. Emil shifted in his seat, fixing his eyes on the book instead.

Richter let out a grunt, grabbing a book from the stack on the small coffee table, where Emil had placed all the books he came across before finding the one he was currently reading, and settling down next to the boy before opening the book on a random page. Richter had probably read all the books here at least two times, if not more, Emil thought, holding in a small snicker. A comfortable silence settled between them and Emil smiled as Yukio came trotting back to him, jumping on the couch and settling himself in Emil's lap. Richter glared at the cat, who just stared back, although with a twinkle in his eye that could almost be described as mischievous.

"Sometimes I really wonder what made you get these books." Emil spoke, flipping the book closed to look at the cover, his thumb still on the page he was reading, before flipping it back open and continuing reading.

"I got most of them from Sybak, I even found some of them in caves during quests."

"Why would someone leave a book there?" Emil asked, cocking his head slightly to the left.

"Who knows." Richter spoke, his eyes meeting Emil's for a moment, before glancing at the book the boy was reading.
He raised a slender eyebrow, and Emil's cheeks turned a light shade of red again.

"It's the first one I came across that I could read. You still have to learn me more of the elven language. I only know half the alphabet."

"It's not my fault we only got that far."

"Y-Yes it was! If there's anyone to blame it's you!" Emil called out, his voice more high pitched and his face now a bright red as he recalled the "studying" that had taken place.

Emil went back to reading the book again though, dismissing the memories the best he could. He became genuinely interested as he flipped the page, and read the subject of the next chapter. While reading, his expression changed from neutral, to shock, to a frown, a grin, and back to neutral. He narrowed his eyes as he started to read the next paragraph, and he looked at Richter from the corner of his eyes. He reread the text, and looked at Richter again, repeating this process a few times each time he read a new line of text. Richter noticed however, and lowered the book, his eyes shifting to give Emil a sharp look from the corner of his eyes.


''N-Nothing!'' Emil snapped his head back to the book, and a silence settled itself again. After a while though, he spoke up again.
''Uhm, you are a Scorpio, right?''

''A what?'' Richter spoke, somewhat taken back.

''Your Zodiac sign.'' Emil stuttered out, lifting the cover for Richter to see again.

''Yes, what of it?'' Richter's eyes narrowed, wary of what the boy might have to say.

''Nothing.'' Emil spoke softly, shaking his head. ''Just curious.''

However, if Richter had learned one thing from the past few years, it was that Emil was never ''just'' curious. If the boy wanted to know something it was for a cause, and he would find out anything he deemed necessary, no matter how trivial a detail may seem. He placed the book back on the table and stood up. He walked to the kitchen to get something to drink, before silently walking up to Emil from behind. Leaning down a bit to be able to read the same lines the boy did.

People born with the sun in Scorpio are very determined, reserved, loyal, and secretive. They are firm and somewhat proud, and capable of unmistakable traits of character that cause them to be either very much liked or very much disliked.

Richter arched an eyebrow. ''Why exactly are you interested in this? ''

Emil let out a yelp and spun around in his seat. He placed his hand against his chest, his face becoming a light shade of red due to his slight embarrassment. ''Don't sneak up on me like that.'' He muttered under his breath. He lowered his hand and sat up straight, brushing some hair out of his vision. He should do something about his bangs, he noted.


He was pulled out of his thoughts, and his eyes strayed up to look at the man again.

''W-well, for starters, because I don't have much choice. And two, it's pretty interesting.''

''Really now?'' Richter asked, arching another eyebrow.

Emil blushed. ''I-It is! Here, listen-''

''I read it until I reached the very much disliked part.'' Richter huffed, knowing there was no stopping Emil. But he was not interested in hearing the text he had already read himself once more.

The boy nodded, opening his mouth. ''Their somewhat suspicious nature causes them to be distrustful, but amidst all their apparent evil traits of character, they have that grit and backbone which enables them to make higher attainments than those born in the other signs. For the "wisdom of the Serpent" lies concealed in this sign, and they become so discreet, wise and prudent as to display extraordinary genius. The Scorpio's desires are potent and charged with the power to attain the object of their desires; but when their desires are subservient to the will, there are none more powerful or determined. In conclusion, it may be said that the Scorpio individuals that have reached the point that they decide their own future, progress.'' He ended, breathing out the last word before inhaling sharply.

''I would have understood if you read it slowly too Emil.'' Richter said, almost rolling his eyes at the almost childish behavior.

Emil puffed up his cheeks a bit for a moment. ''Sorry.'' He muttered. ''But still. It fits you all perfectly!'' The boy exclaimed, waving the book around as to prove his statement.''

''Does it?'' Richter grunted.

''Y-yeah it does!''

Richter huffed again, not really able to deny it, but certainly not feeling like admitting such a thing.

''Those things-'' He motioned his hand at the book and its descriptions.'' are nonsense. ''

''So far the descriptions fit everyone pretty well.''

Richter raised his eyebrows for the umpteenth time that day, and Emil blushed again. ''What? I was curious.''
Richter almost rolled his eyes, discarding the topic about the others. ''Fine, so what does it say about you then?'' He huffed, snatching the book from the boy, who reached after it, but gave up soon after and settled for crossing his arms. Richter flipped several pages, meanwhile looking at the boy.

''Which sign are you?''

''Virgin-, Virgo.'' He corrected himself, a tad too late.

''Virgin?'' Richter snorted. ''Not anymore, that's for sure.''

Emil grabbed the nearest book and tossed it at the man, the object colliding with the back of Richter's hand as he blocked it and falling to the ground with a thud. The boy looked away, avoiding any eye contact while stuttering and blushing furiously. Richter's lips curved upward into a small smirk, but otherwise, he remained silent.

Nothing of importance…more nonsense… -which indicates an instinct towards changeability and an easy ability to let go of past situations in preparation for future needs. In certain situations, yes. -Virgo is considered a negative polarity orpassive sign.This gives the characteristics of being reflective and receptive to the ideas of others. This passivity, accompanied by a flair for discrimination and eloquence with words has given Virgos a reputation for civility and good manners. They are said to have a talent for projects which require precision and detail, and to excel at skills and crafts which require patience and exactitude. On the negative, they are highly sensitive to perceived criticism, and can appear to worry unduly about the need to make things as perfect as they can be. Certainly true. He flipped back to the index, intending to close the book, when he noticed another chapter about what he had just read.

''Compatibility?'' Richter arched an eyebrow, looking at the boy from the corner of his eyes questioningly.

He quickly flipped the pages until he found the correct one, immediately taking notice of the encircled words and signs. Emil, now realizing what the older man was reading, quickly sat up from his previously laying position, leaning over the back of the couch and reaching out for the book. Richter simply took a step back though, out of the boy's range.

''Y-You read it, now g-give it back!''

Richter held the book with one hand, eyes fixated on the lines, while his other hand caught the boy's flailing arm in midair, taking a hold of his wrist. Richter tugged at the boy's wrist, and Emil found himself nearly falling over. He was prevented from actually falling face first to the floor by Richter, who took a step closer, and Emil being forced to cling on to Richter. It didn't stop Emil from trying to get the book back though, and, while clinging to Richter's tunic with one hand, he reached for the book with his free arm again, albeit a bit clumsy. Richter raised his arm behind his head, his other arm now wrapped around Emil's torso, tugging at the fabric of his clothes to keep the boy from completely launching himself at the man. The boy was very determined though, and with his feet now resting on the back of the couch, he used it to launch himself at the older man with more force. Richter staggered for just a second, but it was enough for Emil to reach out just that bit more, and getting a hold of the older man's wrist himself. He gave a forceful pull, finally succeeding in getting a hold of the book. Richter was still able to hold it above his head though. Emil looked down, attempting to glare at the man, but seizing his actions instantly at the sudden proximity of the older man's face. Their gazes locked, and for a split second, Emil's eyes darted to the man's lips, regretting it as he locked gazes with the older man again. He was only warned by a sudden change in those green eyes, before warm lips met his.

Emil's eyes fluttered close almost instantly, his grip on the man loosening. The older man was still holding him just as tight, lifting him up, the boy's feet now dangling in the air. Emil's arm, which had previously been on Richter's chest, clutching his tunic, now moved up to enable him to hold on to the man's shoulder for support. They parted for air for only a few seconds, Richter being the one to quickly connect their lips again. He turned on the spot, taking a small step forward, and Emil felt his back touch the wall. Richter lowered him back to the ground, and Emil tilted his head subconsciously as he now stood lower. Richter placed his now free hand on the wall, next to Emil's body, his other hand had skillfully turning the tables, he now being the one to have a hold on Emil's wrist, all the while still holding the book in the same hand. He stepped even closer to the boy, their bodies now pressed together from the waist up. He pulled back again as Emil tugged at his hair, I silent request for air.

''R-Richter m-maybe we sh-''

Any protest died on the boy's lips as Richter silenced him again, his tongue darting across the boy's lower lips before entering the boy's mouth. Emil let out an embarrassing sound, and his grip on the man's shoulder tightened. He tried to free his wrist, failing as Richter, still holding that forsaken book, pinned his hand just above his head. But while his grip may have tightened, Emil found himself growing dizzy, let it be from Richter or from the lack of air, and his body relaxed again. He let out another small moan as Richter all but growled into the kiss and pressed their bodies even closer, Emil feeling the older man's body heat through the several layers of clothes. But eventually, even Richter had to breathe, and he parted, albeit unwillingly. He didn't move away though, their faces still only inches apart. Richter regarded Emil, who looked down, blushing and releasing the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in soft pants.

''So what does it say?'' Richter spoke, his voice low and his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of the boy's neck, causing Emil to barely suppress a shiver.

''W-were a good match.'' He murmured, his voice barely audible.

A low chuckle reached the boy's ears, the older man leaning in just a bit more. ''Thought so.'' He spoke, before connecting their lips again.


THERE. HAHA. FANFICTION, FEAR ME. FOR I AM BACK. INSPIRATION HAS STRUCK. Of course it just had to be in the last chapter, but whatever. It's been ages since I've written fanfiction in class, ending up with several pages of text, notes at the sidelines, arrows connecting different parts of text that I wrote separately, multiple sentences crammed together on the last bit of empty sheet, followed by more arrows pointing at a different page. I MISSED IT. And this one, I can say, I am very proud of. I am too enthusiastic to check it three thousand times (besides, I still read past quite a lot of typos, even after three thousand times of reading.), therefore, there may have been some typos or grammar errors. I ask you all to forgive me though, and I'm sure you will, given that delightful kissing scene I wrote you dear sirs and madams.

And; Scorpio is often desirous of the "here and now" sex. That suits Richter alright.

Now my dearest readers, thank you for sticking with this. I hope you enjoyed all the fics. In the end, I'm quite surprised about how this turned out to be quite popular (I mean, holy chizz, almost a hundred reviews.) So thank you for that. God I sound like as if I'm giving thanks at some sort of award ceremony or something. Also, I request that you get rid of your alerts to this story, for I may update in the future, but that will only be because I've finally gotten rid of all the errors.

Now, to satisfy my Richter X Emil needs, I'm off to tumblr! (feel free to hit me up! My Url is idiot - bv. )Then it's sleepy time for this girl. Again, thank you all~