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Title: A Series of Crossover Drabbles
Author:
nekokatechan
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, Yuki/Shuichi
Parodies: Gravitation, Chobits, Evangelion, xxxHOLIC
Genre: Crossover
Chapter: Drabbles
Comments: Crack! This is what spending two days buried in the 1930s German economy does to you… It would also make the author very happy to see some pretty pictures of Yuuri and Wolfram in plugsuits, if only for her own amusement ^^; It's best to read one, then come out and click on the lj cut. Or you could play guess the crossover I suppose...
“This isn’t Tokyo…” Shuichi remarked. From underneath him he heard a muffled agreement. He stood up, turning to Yuki apologetically.
“Brat, why did you have to land on me?” Yuki demanded, as he stood, trying to get his clothes in order. Shuichi tried his best puppy dog eyes as he gazed at Yuki.
“^$$£! ^0$ “077%* ~#%@1%2!” Someone shrieked. Shuichi darted behind Yuki, who sighed. In front of them black haired boy walked forward, looking a little sheepish. He then glanced back at them and turned. He placed his hand on their foreheads. A strange sensation, like a twenty second migraine, swept over them. It was like hundreds of little locks in their heads clicking into place.
“Yuuri! You rotten cheater!”
“Yuuri?” Shuichi repeated. The black haired boy cowered.
“You call yourself my and yet you’re always flirting with other men! You should at least show an example to Greta!” The blonde haired scary person yelled. Shuichi followed the strange black haired boy’s example and cowered too. There was no way in hell he could stand up to that fiery wrath.
“We don’t even know this boy. Shuichi decided to go for a swim and pulled me in with him,” Yuki said in deadpan. The pink haired singer decided it was time to plead his case.
“I didn’t decide to go for a swim! I tripped into the fountain! It’s not my fault!” He stomped his foot, hoping that got the message across better. Yuki just sighed.
“Yeah, whatever brat. Say, do you know where I can get cigarettes?” The author asked. The blonde looked confused, and Shuichi could only stare up at his lover.
“We don’t even know what country we’re in and all you’re bothered about is cigarettes?” His voice rose to a high-pitched squeak at the end of his sentence. Yuki thought it over.
“Sounds about right, yeah,” He replied. Shuichi shook his head.
“You’re so annoying, Yuki,” He grouched.
“No, you’re the annoying one, brat. I only keep you around because you’re occasionally useful. Particularly at getting rid of my sister and Tohma. I never quite developed the knack… Guess I’m just not annoying enough…” The arrogant effect was ruined by Yuki’s shivering and the prompt sneeze that just made him look like a petulant child.
“And because you love me.” Shuichi said with no room left for argument. Whatever Yuki had been about to reply was lost when the blond haired scary fire devil fiancé began to yell.
“Ah-ha! Yuuri, you liar! That’s it! We’re getting married!” The blonde announced, dragging the poor black haired boy away.
“Wolfraaaaaaaaam!”
Yuki and Shuichi stood there, still without a clue as to where they were. They looked at their surroundings then decided it was probably better to sit in the fountain and pray that somehow, they transported back.
Yuki could handle pink haired singers in battery costumes. He could handle being stalked by said singers. He could handle Kumagoro, Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck and the crazy life he seemed to be stuck in.
What he did not need was a new world fucking up the fucked-up-ness he was currently used to.
“A persocon responds exactly to the programming you give it… Well, here are the programs… Now to get me a companion…”
“Which model would you like?”
“Blonde and pretty. I don’t care much about anything else.”
“This one?”
“Chii?”
“No. She looks kind of out of it.”
“An old model.”
“Ah…”
“This one?”
“He-Hey! I’m not a Persocon!”
“So life-like!”
“You’re not serious… I’m Wolfram, I’m not a Persocon…”
“The denial program would have to go…”
“We can do that for you.”
“What? NO!”
“Plastic or cash?”
“Plastic. Isn’t this a guy model?”
“You did not specify gender in your search. Besides, this new model’s reset button is in the most funny of places. You’ll have to hit it before we can load the new programs on.”
“Where is the reset button?”
“Up.”
“Up?”
“Oh GOD!”
“Yes… Up…”
I must not run away.
Yuuri stared at the controls almost blankly. He hated the idea that he would be used this way. The fate of the world just handed to him? Just like that? He couldn’t handle that responsibility! He was just a kid! He wanted a normal life, with normal things!
I must not run away.
The whole situation was too scary. The monsters were all too real for him to pretend it was just a computer game. The fate of the world… He wanted to stop this game, he didn’t want to play anymore. It had been a fun RPG while it lasted, but there was no way that he could be an Eva pilot.
I must not run away…
“Yuuri, you wimp! Get your butt into gear NOW!” A screen appeared to the side of the brain case. Yuuri turned to see a blonde haired boy hunched over his controls, green eyes flashing menacingly.
Yuuri smiled and nodded in response.
I must not run away!
“I will need something of equivalent value. Your wish will be granted when you give me the item I request,” Yuuko, the beautiful but deadly looking witch, said. Her voice was so smooth that Wolfram felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Anything! I’ll do anything! Just let him notice me…” Wolfram whispered. In the corner of the room the two strange girls were giggling to each other, the boy in the school uniform was just looking on impassively.
“You have nothing to give, do you?” Yuuko said suddenly. Wolfram looked up sharply, tears burning in his eyes.
“I have lots of things!” He responded heatedly. The witch shook her head and smiled.
“You only have one thing you hold dear to you, and to ask you for that, would be to take away your wish. How can I ask you to give up the only thing you value, when it is the same thing that you have wished for?” She asked, her silky black hair being swept back. Wolfram looked at the floor.
“I’ll do anything…” He whispered. “Please… I just want him…”
She surveyed him for a while. Then she turned to the boy in the school uniform, beckoning him over.
“Here, Watanuki will give you a list of things. Bring everything on the list and consider your wish granted,” Yuuko then leaned back on her divan, clouds of smoke wreathing around her hair.
Wolfram took the list and looked at it.
Fourteen different kinds of sake, five different kinds of tobacco and some tokayaki “for mokona”…
“I can do that,” Wolfram said, flashing a bright smile.
“Then Yuuri-san is yours.”
Author:
nekokatechan
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, Yuki/Shuichi
Parodies: Gravitation, Chobits, Evangelion, xxxHOLIC
Genre: Crossover
Chapter: Drabbles
Comments: Crack! This is what spending two days buried in the 1930s German economy does to you… It would also make the author very happy to see some pretty pictures of Yuuri and Wolfram in plugsuits, if only for her own amusement ^^; It's best to read one, then come out and click on the lj cut. Or you could play guess the crossover I suppose...
“This isn’t Tokyo…” Shuichi remarked. From underneath him he heard a muffled agreement. He stood up, turning to Yuki apologetically.
“Brat, why did you have to land on me?” Yuki demanded, as he stood, trying to get his clothes in order. Shuichi tried his best puppy dog eyes as he gazed at Yuki.
“^$$£! ^0$ “077%* ~#%@1%2!” Someone shrieked. Shuichi darted behind Yuki, who sighed. In front of them black haired boy walked forward, looking a little sheepish. He then glanced back at them and turned. He placed his hand on their foreheads. A strange sensation, like a twenty second migraine, swept over them. It was like hundreds of little locks in their heads clicking into place.
“Yuuri! You rotten cheater!”
“Yuuri?” Shuichi repeated. The black haired boy cowered.
“You call yourself my and yet you’re always flirting with other men! You should at least show an example to Greta!” The blonde haired scary person yelled. Shuichi followed the strange black haired boy’s example and cowered too. There was no way in hell he could stand up to that fiery wrath.
“We don’t even know this boy. Shuichi decided to go for a swim and pulled me in with him,” Yuki said in deadpan. The pink haired singer decided it was time to plead his case.
“I didn’t decide to go for a swim! I tripped into the fountain! It’s not my fault!” He stomped his foot, hoping that got the message across better. Yuki just sighed.
“Yeah, whatever brat. Say, do you know where I can get cigarettes?” The author asked. The blonde looked confused, and Shuichi could only stare up at his lover.
“We don’t even know what country we’re in and all you’re bothered about is cigarettes?” His voice rose to a high-pitched squeak at the end of his sentence. Yuki thought it over.
“Sounds about right, yeah,” He replied. Shuichi shook his head.
“You’re so annoying, Yuki,” He grouched.
“No, you’re the annoying one, brat. I only keep you around because you’re occasionally useful. Particularly at getting rid of my sister and Tohma. I never quite developed the knack… Guess I’m just not annoying enough…” The arrogant effect was ruined by Yuki’s shivering and the prompt sneeze that just made him look like a petulant child.
“And because you love me.” Shuichi said with no room left for argument. Whatever Yuki had been about to reply was lost when the blond haired scary fire devil fiancé began to yell.
“Ah-ha! Yuuri, you liar! That’s it! We’re getting married!” The blonde announced, dragging the poor black haired boy away.
“Wolfraaaaaaaaam!”
Yuki and Shuichi stood there, still without a clue as to where they were. They looked at their surroundings then decided it was probably better to sit in the fountain and pray that somehow, they transported back.
Yuki could handle pink haired singers in battery costumes. He could handle being stalked by said singers. He could handle Kumagoro, Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck and the crazy life he seemed to be stuck in.
What he did not need was a new world fucking up the fucked-up-ness he was currently used to.
“A persocon responds exactly to the programming you give it… Well, here are the programs… Now to get me a companion…”
“Which model would you like?”
“Blonde and pretty. I don’t care much about anything else.”
“This one?”
“Chii?”
“No. She looks kind of out of it.”
“An old model.”
“Ah…”
“This one?”
“He-Hey! I’m not a Persocon!”
“So life-like!”
“You’re not serious… I’m Wolfram, I’m not a Persocon…”
“The denial program would have to go…”
“We can do that for you.”
“What? NO!”
“Plastic or cash?”
“Plastic. Isn’t this a guy model?”
“You did not specify gender in your search. Besides, this new model’s reset button is in the most funny of places. You’ll have to hit it before we can load the new programs on.”
“Where is the reset button?”
“Up.”
“Up?”
“Oh GOD!”
“Yes… Up…”
I must not run away.
Yuuri stared at the controls almost blankly. He hated the idea that he would be used this way. The fate of the world just handed to him? Just like that? He couldn’t handle that responsibility! He was just a kid! He wanted a normal life, with normal things!
I must not run away.
The whole situation was too scary. The monsters were all too real for him to pretend it was just a computer game. The fate of the world… He wanted to stop this game, he didn’t want to play anymore. It had been a fun RPG while it lasted, but there was no way that he could be an Eva pilot.
I must not run away…
“Yuuri, you wimp! Get your butt into gear NOW!” A screen appeared to the side of the brain case. Yuuri turned to see a blonde haired boy hunched over his controls, green eyes flashing menacingly.
Yuuri smiled and nodded in response.
I must not run away!
“I will need something of equivalent value. Your wish will be granted when you give me the item I request,” Yuuko, the beautiful but deadly looking witch, said. Her voice was so smooth that Wolfram felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Anything! I’ll do anything! Just let him notice me…” Wolfram whispered. In the corner of the room the two strange girls were giggling to each other, the boy in the school uniform was just looking on impassively.
“You have nothing to give, do you?” Yuuko said suddenly. Wolfram looked up sharply, tears burning in his eyes.
“I have lots of things!” He responded heatedly. The witch shook her head and smiled.
“You only have one thing you hold dear to you, and to ask you for that, would be to take away your wish. How can I ask you to give up the only thing you value, when it is the same thing that you have wished for?” She asked, her silky black hair being swept back. Wolfram looked at the floor.
“I’ll do anything…” He whispered. “Please… I just want him…”
She surveyed him for a while. Then she turned to the boy in the school uniform, beckoning him over.
“Here, Watanuki will give you a list of things. Bring everything on the list and consider your wish granted,” Yuuko then leaned back on her divan, clouds of smoke wreathing around her hair.
Wolfram took the list and looked at it.
Fourteen different kinds of sake, five different kinds of tobacco and some tokayaki “for mokona”…
“I can do that,” Wolfram said, flashing a bright smile.
“Then Yuuri-san is yours.”