Honey part 1
Disclaimers and Warnings: The Weiss and Schwarz boys do not belong to me. AT ALL. In other words there will never be any money made off of this. This will involve male/male sex eventually, so please don't read if this will bother you, if you are underage, or anything of that sort. This story will be locked at such time that anything blatant is written. Even though this is based on a canon conversation and reparcutions thereof it is AU (as are most of my stories actually for those keeping score at home). Only the events of the original series and the OAVs will be considered. Also, this is likely to be darker than my other writings, so be warned.
Characters: Aya/Schuldig. Aya-Chan (brief mention at this point), Farfarello, Brad Crawford.
Rating: so far PG, but will likely be NC-17
Actual canon conversation between Farfarello and Schuldig:
"Wait, I have an idea. That girl we can use her."
"Reading her mind, huh. What is it like, does it taste like honey?"
"It's not always fun. Other people's minds are intruding on mine. Sometimes I can't tell their thoughts from my own."
It had become a daily ritual. Schuldig banging his head against the nearest wall. Crawford actually had stopped glancing at his watch because it was occurring like clockwork. Even Farfarello glanced up whenever it started. Not that Schuldig believed the Irishman was actually concerned, probably curiosity more than anything. It was over in a few moments and he took a deep breath heading back to his room. Before he managed to close the door he heard Crawford say, "I don't care what you have to do, but you will deal with this before we have a mission. That is not a suggestion by the way." Schuldig closed the door with a sigh. It would be nice if he could, but there weren't many options. He was interrupted by a knock on his door. A quick check and he knew it was Farfarello.
"Come in." He rubbed his head glad that he, at least this once, hadn't bothered to lock his door.
"Whose thoughts?" One must never underestimate the crazy. How Farfarello still remembered that conversation wasn't clear, but for once he was glad someone knew.
"That girl's, Sakura's." He spit out her name wishing he had something to throw, and also wishing she were close enough for him to play with her. Maybe convince her to do something stupid, or dangerous so that he could watch.
"What are you going to do?" Farfarello's question reminded him of Brad's order.
"I think I'm going to get a pet. An abyssinian might liven the place up, don't you think?" A plan of action was definitely helping. Now, all he had to do was figure out how to the get the violet-eyed swordsman away from his team mates. Also, he should probably figure out how to deal with Brad's reaction. Schuldig couldn't imagine that the American would be pleased with him bringing an enemy to their place of residence.
"Are you now? Can I play?" Farfarello's grin was disturbing to say the least.
"No, Farfarello, you should know I don't share." Schuldig stood and started to plan his day. He had a lot to do.
"Pity." Farfarello shrugged finally moving from the doorway.
After a few hours Schuldig left his room. "I'm going out." He muttered over his shoulder as he went to carry out part one of his plan. There was one sure way to get Ran's attention, and she wasn't far away at all. It should be interesting to see the girl again, in fact it almost made him smile.
Characters: Aya/Schuldig. Aya-Chan (brief mention at this point), Farfarello, Brad Crawford.
Rating: so far PG, but will likely be NC-17
Actual canon conversation between Farfarello and Schuldig:
"Wait, I have an idea. That girl we can use her."
"Reading her mind, huh. What is it like, does it taste like honey?"
"It's not always fun. Other people's minds are intruding on mine. Sometimes I can't tell their thoughts from my own."
It had become a daily ritual. Schuldig banging his head against the nearest wall. Crawford actually had stopped glancing at his watch because it was occurring like clockwork. Even Farfarello glanced up whenever it started. Not that Schuldig believed the Irishman was actually concerned, probably curiosity more than anything. It was over in a few moments and he took a deep breath heading back to his room. Before he managed to close the door he heard Crawford say, "I don't care what you have to do, but you will deal with this before we have a mission. That is not a suggestion by the way." Schuldig closed the door with a sigh. It would be nice if he could, but there weren't many options. He was interrupted by a knock on his door. A quick check and he knew it was Farfarello.
"Come in." He rubbed his head glad that he, at least this once, hadn't bothered to lock his door.
"Whose thoughts?" One must never underestimate the crazy. How Farfarello still remembered that conversation wasn't clear, but for once he was glad someone knew.
"That girl's, Sakura's." He spit out her name wishing he had something to throw, and also wishing she were close enough for him to play with her. Maybe convince her to do something stupid, or dangerous so that he could watch.
"What are you going to do?" Farfarello's question reminded him of Brad's order.
"I think I'm going to get a pet. An abyssinian might liven the place up, don't you think?" A plan of action was definitely helping. Now, all he had to do was figure out how to the get the violet-eyed swordsman away from his team mates. Also, he should probably figure out how to deal with Brad's reaction. Schuldig couldn't imagine that the American would be pleased with him bringing an enemy to their place of residence.
"Are you now? Can I play?" Farfarello's grin was disturbing to say the least.
"No, Farfarello, you should know I don't share." Schuldig stood and started to plan his day. He had a lot to do.
"Pity." Farfarello shrugged finally moving from the doorway.
After a few hours Schuldig left his room. "I'm going out." He muttered over his shoulder as he went to carry out part one of his plan. There was one sure way to get Ran's attention, and she wasn't far away at all. It should be interesting to see the girl again, in fact it almost made him smile.