[fic] Knight Errant [Weiss Kreuz][for cinder12]
written for a request made by: cinder12
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing/characters: Schuldich/Aya
Warnings/notes: I think I was given a choice between 'smut', 'humor' and 'anything goes'. Y'all get one guess which I picked. ^^; Also: references to a movie called Labyrinth ahead. (Blink and you'll miss them.)
This fic is 90% anything goes, 15% humor and -5% smut.
Knight errant
*
Warnings/notes: Schuldich/Aya (Ran), silliness, ooc, post-series.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz/Knight Hunters.
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Had Hidaka Ken been there to see the ease with which Fujimiya Aya made his way through the mass of people that crowded the streets of Tokyo at this time of day, he'd doubtlessly have admired his fellow-florist's speed and grace - and begun to plot a way to introduce Aya to the many marvels and joys of the world called 'soccer', figuring that most soccer-players would take one look at what was coming at them and suddenly feel an urgent need to remove themselves to the other side of the field.
Had Kudoh Yohji lurked about to witness the admiring glances thrown in Aya's direction by more than one female (and most of them more than deserving of the word 'beauty' too), he'd likely have felt the pangs of envy he boasted on never needing to suffer from - since, obviously, nature had perfected its gift to womanhood in the shape of Yohji already, even if womanhood sometimes failed to realize this.
Had Tsukiyono Omi watched from the shadows to see Aya enter a somewhat-less-than-reputable hotel in a considerably-less-than-reputable neighborhood (which nonetheless could be found a mere two blocks away from Tokyo's office-towers and impressive shopping-avenues) he'd likely have demanded an explanation from his formerly-respected colleague, thus unwittingly prompting Aya to explode and put his katana to a use unfit for innocent eyes.
Fortunately, none of the above-mentioned persons was even remotely present. In fact, aside from this introduction, none of them will even be mentioned again in this story. Believe me when I say that this, too, is fortunate, while we watch Aya ascend a stairway that will lead him - not to Heaven, but to someone who might, with a little metaphorical imagination, be considered to be the Devil.
"Kitten!" spoke Schuldich, with a show of surprise that can only be described as 'blatantly fake'. "Why, fancy meeting you here."
Aya glared at him, putting down the bag he'd been carrying all the way here (although we haven't mentioned if before now) with an ominous thump.
"I have come to take back the tape that you have stolen," spoke Aya, skipping the lines that should have gone before this statement, about dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.
"What tape?" Schuldich replied, proving that he had even less respect for the script than Aya. (I don't think I need to tell you how, precisely, he made this inquiry, or that the tape Aya referred to was lying on the nightstand.)
Aya gestured.
Schuldich didn't change his expression in the slightest. "Oh, *that* tape. Well, you can't have it. Not unless you give me what I want."
Now, it must be said that this demand was ... ambiguous at best, delivered, as it was, without any explanation or clarification as to what it was that Schuldich wanted. Schuldich himself could, of course, have read Aya's mind, had their positions been reversed, but under the circumstances, Aya couldn't be expected to have any idea as to what Schuldich -
"I brought the chocolate sauce," Aya said, through clenched teeth. (Okay, so I was wrong.)
"Aaaayaaa! You're all red!" Schuldich grinned, no longer bothering with his earlier pretense of ignorance. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed just because of a little chocolate sauce."
If anything, this appeared to make Aya even redder. Added to the glare he sent in Schuldich's direction, this served to raise Schuldich's high spirits above the point where most people would decide that they couldn't possibly be higher.
"The tape." Aya held out his hand.
"No." Schuldich reached out, grasping Aya's hand. Possibly, he could have proceeded by yanking Aya off his feet and onto the bed, but that wouldn't have been *nice*, and besides, Aya had already figured out for himself that his best chance of recovering the object of his desire would be by distracting Schuldich.
"Do you ever think of anything else but sex?" Aya demanded, with a frown, from which we may conclude that 1) having Schuldich grasp his hand was not an unusual occurence (and more often than not led to events unfit for innocent ears and eyes) and 2) Aya knew Schuldich pretty well.
"Not when I'm with you," Schuldich replied, which was either an evasion or not. (Aya didn't proceed by asking if Schuldich ever thought of anything else but sex when he was with, say, Brad Crawford, so you'll just have to decide for yourself what it was.)
Aya sighed the long-suffering sigh of those cursed with a handsome, sexy boyfriend who never asks to borrow money or cigarettes, and draped his jacket over a nearby chair that looked fairly clean. The rest of his clothes followed after a short while.
Schuldich smirked the satisfied smirk of those blessed with a handsome, sexy boyfriend who never has any money or cigarettes to borrow.
"Let's go to my place and put that chocolate-sauce to good use."
Aya stared at him. Coming from someone who was naked and obviously happy to see Schuldich, it was a very impressive stare. If looks could kill, etcetere, etcetera. Still, after several seconds of trying to prove that looks could, in fact, kill, Aya gracefully got dressed again and allowed Schuldich to pick up the bag that contained, among other things, a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce (while Aya sneakily slipped the videotape into one of his jacket's many pockets.)
And once they got to Schuldich's 'place' (which was, in fact, the very secret mansion where a team of assassins lived, who posed by night as innocent foreign tourists in search of a place to get drunk, laid, connected to the Internet or just plain rich) they baked one of those chocolate-covered pies that always made Crawford 'forget' to put Schuldich having hooked up with someone who was technically 'the enemy' in his report to Estet.
(Possibly, they also had sex on the couch on which Farfarello preferred to dwell when he watched television, or on the kitchentable where Nagi faithfully slaved to prepare himself a proper breakfast every morning, or maybe even in the bed where Schuldich occasionally slept.)
(Later that week, while cleaning the living-room, Nagi found a videotape behind the potted plants. In spite of his high hopes, it turned out to be about a ten-year-old Japanese boy celebrating his birthday with lots of cake and presents, so Nagi tossed it in a garbage-bin and decided this world wasn't a fair one, little knowing what the strange spots he'd discovered on the kitchen-table that morning had been caused by. Which can only have been a good thing, and probably proved his point.)
~OWARI~
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing/characters: Schuldich/Aya
Warnings/notes: I think I was given a choice between 'smut', 'humor' and 'anything goes'. Y'all get one guess which I picked. ^^; Also: references to a movie called Labyrinth ahead. (Blink and you'll miss them.)
This fic is 90% anything goes, 15% humor and -5% smut.
Knight errant
*
Warnings/notes: Schuldich/Aya (Ran), silliness, ooc, post-series.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz/Knight Hunters.
**********
Had Hidaka Ken been there to see the ease with which Fujimiya Aya made his way through the mass of people that crowded the streets of Tokyo at this time of day, he'd doubtlessly have admired his fellow-florist's speed and grace - and begun to plot a way to introduce Aya to the many marvels and joys of the world called 'soccer', figuring that most soccer-players would take one look at what was coming at them and suddenly feel an urgent need to remove themselves to the other side of the field.
Had Kudoh Yohji lurked about to witness the admiring glances thrown in Aya's direction by more than one female (and most of them more than deserving of the word 'beauty' too), he'd likely have felt the pangs of envy he boasted on never needing to suffer from - since, obviously, nature had perfected its gift to womanhood in the shape of Yohji already, even if womanhood sometimes failed to realize this.
Had Tsukiyono Omi watched from the shadows to see Aya enter a somewhat-less-than-reputable hotel in a considerably-less-than-reputable neighborhood (which nonetheless could be found a mere two blocks away from Tokyo's office-towers and impressive shopping-avenues) he'd likely have demanded an explanation from his formerly-respected colleague, thus unwittingly prompting Aya to explode and put his katana to a use unfit for innocent eyes.
Fortunately, none of the above-mentioned persons was even remotely present. In fact, aside from this introduction, none of them will even be mentioned again in this story. Believe me when I say that this, too, is fortunate, while we watch Aya ascend a stairway that will lead him - not to Heaven, but to someone who might, with a little metaphorical imagination, be considered to be the Devil.
"Kitten!" spoke Schuldich, with a show of surprise that can only be described as 'blatantly fake'. "Why, fancy meeting you here."
Aya glared at him, putting down the bag he'd been carrying all the way here (although we haven't mentioned if before now) with an ominous thump.
"I have come to take back the tape that you have stolen," spoke Aya, skipping the lines that should have gone before this statement, about dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.
"What tape?" Schuldich replied, proving that he had even less respect for the script than Aya. (I don't think I need to tell you how, precisely, he made this inquiry, or that the tape Aya referred to was lying on the nightstand.)
Aya gestured.
Schuldich didn't change his expression in the slightest. "Oh, *that* tape. Well, you can't have it. Not unless you give me what I want."
Now, it must be said that this demand was ... ambiguous at best, delivered, as it was, without any explanation or clarification as to what it was that Schuldich wanted. Schuldich himself could, of course, have read Aya's mind, had their positions been reversed, but under the circumstances, Aya couldn't be expected to have any idea as to what Schuldich -
"I brought the chocolate sauce," Aya said, through clenched teeth. (Okay, so I was wrong.)
"Aaaayaaa! You're all red!" Schuldich grinned, no longer bothering with his earlier pretense of ignorance. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed just because of a little chocolate sauce."
If anything, this appeared to make Aya even redder. Added to the glare he sent in Schuldich's direction, this served to raise Schuldich's high spirits above the point where most people would decide that they couldn't possibly be higher.
"The tape." Aya held out his hand.
"No." Schuldich reached out, grasping Aya's hand. Possibly, he could have proceeded by yanking Aya off his feet and onto the bed, but that wouldn't have been *nice*, and besides, Aya had already figured out for himself that his best chance of recovering the object of his desire would be by distracting Schuldich.
"Do you ever think of anything else but sex?" Aya demanded, with a frown, from which we may conclude that 1) having Schuldich grasp his hand was not an unusual occurence (and more often than not led to events unfit for innocent ears and eyes) and 2) Aya knew Schuldich pretty well.
"Not when I'm with you," Schuldich replied, which was either an evasion or not. (Aya didn't proceed by asking if Schuldich ever thought of anything else but sex when he was with, say, Brad Crawford, so you'll just have to decide for yourself what it was.)
Aya sighed the long-suffering sigh of those cursed with a handsome, sexy boyfriend who never asks to borrow money or cigarettes, and draped his jacket over a nearby chair that looked fairly clean. The rest of his clothes followed after a short while.
Schuldich smirked the satisfied smirk of those blessed with a handsome, sexy boyfriend who never has any money or cigarettes to borrow.
"Let's go to my place and put that chocolate-sauce to good use."
Aya stared at him. Coming from someone who was naked and obviously happy to see Schuldich, it was a very impressive stare. If looks could kill, etcetere, etcetera. Still, after several seconds of trying to prove that looks could, in fact, kill, Aya gracefully got dressed again and allowed Schuldich to pick up the bag that contained, among other things, a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce (while Aya sneakily slipped the videotape into one of his jacket's many pockets.)
And once they got to Schuldich's 'place' (which was, in fact, the very secret mansion where a team of assassins lived, who posed by night as innocent foreign tourists in search of a place to get drunk, laid, connected to the Internet or just plain rich) they baked one of those chocolate-covered pies that always made Crawford 'forget' to put Schuldich having hooked up with someone who was technically 'the enemy' in his report to Estet.
(Possibly, they also had sex on the couch on which Farfarello preferred to dwell when he watched television, or on the kitchentable where Nagi faithfully slaved to prepare himself a proper breakfast every morning, or maybe even in the bed where Schuldich occasionally slept.)
(Later that week, while cleaning the living-room, Nagi found a videotape behind the potted plants. In spite of his high hopes, it turned out to be about a ten-year-old Japanese boy celebrating his birthday with lots of cake and presents, so Nagi tossed it in a garbage-bin and decided this world wasn't a fair one, little knowing what the strange spots he'd discovered on the kitchen-table that morning had been caused by. Which can only have been a good thing, and probably proved his point.)
~OWARI~