Greek Mythology Goes Wei� - pt 1: Ganymed
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Wei� Kreuz › General
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,101
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The Beautiful Prince
Okay, this is the first Weiß-fic I have ever written. I have thought loooooooooong and haaaaaaaaaaaaaard about how I wanna put the Weiß-boys under my absolute control, and I decided I could abuse Ovid's Metamorphoses. It it not, and I mean NOT because I was friggin bored and desperate. It was because this is my favorite greek myth of all. >.^
well, here ya go, y'all, enjoy and review please if you haven't died of either laughter or boredom. n_n
Greek Mythology Goes Weiß - Part 1
The Myth of Ganymed
Chapter 1: The Beautiful Prince
Ran was the eldest son of the successful businessman Fujimyia. In spite of is talent in sword wielding and war tactics, he preferred to concentrate in what the ancient Greek called Rhetoric, that being the combination of philosophy, politics and the art of speaking, and well as Classical Art in Western Europe. It was a fantastic and cultural choice, much better (for him) than the useless mathematic stuff he was a genius in anyway.
Why he got away with it? Because he could scare the hell out of the people around him, because he master The Pout since he was two, and because his father would do anything for him to keep up doing all the accounting shit and stuff. By scaring the hell out of people he uses one of his best tactics: pout cutely and enlarging his purple eyes, turning into their goo-goo form, and brusquely metamorphosed them into glaring monsters of blazing purple. Well, it might not have anything to do with the fact that he was hot as hell, a pale complex, unaffected by the time he spent creating muscle in the sea, beautiful legs, sexy hands, lush lips, a delicious tongue… tight ass… long neck… *ahem*
What was meant, was that he sooner would fool around with weeds than with numbers, and therefore fled into the nearest flower store to his (ample) home: the Koneko no Sumu Ie, or however it was called, because any farther and his mother would call upon all national military facilities and whatnot not find him and keep him safe, and surely even thinking ‘safe’ was 1 word for locking up within chains in a 100 meter deep safe under ground. Oddly enough, he missed the other three co-workers on his arrival, and they were all fired to be replaced by other four the next day. Meaning, he never got to see the ‘Weiß boys’ his little sister always bragged about, their being so hot and angelic the German word for white just seemed so appropriate. His current work-fellows were nicknamed the very same hour ‘Schwarz’, for reasons Ran knew not. I mean, they’re all wearing white!!!
Anyway, one day, he was walking along the road on the way ‘home’, the apartment where all five live now, dragging the equivalent of a truck-load of provisions for the zoo animals he was supposed tp feed. Oh how he hated them… well, only two of them. Farfe, the one-eyed Irishman, was the very definition of insanity, but had table manners, and the little kid, Nagi, was cute and never complained; unless he made curry; then the kid knew he had to run away. The other two… Ran barely noticed the cracks he made on the pavement when he stomped his way to the flower shop.
That business-suit-freak Crawford. So full of himself and feeding off ready-made sandwiches that taste like horse shit and criticizing his cooking like he knew all about it. He broke his glasses once. It was worth every moment of those two days of lecturing just to see him bumping against every thing and anything, looking like a fish. And… the red-headed jerk, Schuldig; his real name was Christoph Keschl, and he was so… rude. And stupid. And irritating. And annoying!!! What made him change his name to Schuldig? One very nice incident concerning stilettos, war paint and Ran’s hair drier. No details, but that ended up in Schuldig changing his own name to avoid being maimed by Farfarello. Who knew the meaning of a name, say like Christoph could bring so much chaos just by meaning ‘He-who-carried-Christ’?
His mood now definitely lighter at the memory, he skipped rather than stomped home. Well, to him it would be skipping, to the oggling entourage it was swaying and provoking to be spanked. And that caught oh-so-many eyes, and one specific pair of leering green was practically glued on both those cheeks, only to be slapped to reality when the door closed behind them.
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Well, guys and gurls, I hope you still are alive. And I am sure none of you would want me to send a raving, rabid, lusting Farfarello after you. Who knows what goes through his mind... *evil grin*
well, here ya go, y'all, enjoy and review please if you haven't died of either laughter or boredom. n_n
Greek Mythology Goes Weiß - Part 1
The Myth of Ganymed
Chapter 1: The Beautiful Prince
Ran was the eldest son of the successful businessman Fujimyia. In spite of is talent in sword wielding and war tactics, he preferred to concentrate in what the ancient Greek called Rhetoric, that being the combination of philosophy, politics and the art of speaking, and well as Classical Art in Western Europe. It was a fantastic and cultural choice, much better (for him) than the useless mathematic stuff he was a genius in anyway.
Why he got away with it? Because he could scare the hell out of the people around him, because he master The Pout since he was two, and because his father would do anything for him to keep up doing all the accounting shit and stuff. By scaring the hell out of people he uses one of his best tactics: pout cutely and enlarging his purple eyes, turning into their goo-goo form, and brusquely metamorphosed them into glaring monsters of blazing purple. Well, it might not have anything to do with the fact that he was hot as hell, a pale complex, unaffected by the time he spent creating muscle in the sea, beautiful legs, sexy hands, lush lips, a delicious tongue… tight ass… long neck… *ahem*
What was meant, was that he sooner would fool around with weeds than with numbers, and therefore fled into the nearest flower store to his (ample) home: the Koneko no Sumu Ie, or however it was called, because any farther and his mother would call upon all national military facilities and whatnot not find him and keep him safe, and surely even thinking ‘safe’ was 1 word for locking up within chains in a 100 meter deep safe under ground. Oddly enough, he missed the other three co-workers on his arrival, and they were all fired to be replaced by other four the next day. Meaning, he never got to see the ‘Weiß boys’ his little sister always bragged about, their being so hot and angelic the German word for white just seemed so appropriate. His current work-fellows were nicknamed the very same hour ‘Schwarz’, for reasons Ran knew not. I mean, they’re all wearing white!!!
Anyway, one day, he was walking along the road on the way ‘home’, the apartment where all five live now, dragging the equivalent of a truck-load of provisions for the zoo animals he was supposed tp feed. Oh how he hated them… well, only two of them. Farfe, the one-eyed Irishman, was the very definition of insanity, but had table manners, and the little kid, Nagi, was cute and never complained; unless he made curry; then the kid knew he had to run away. The other two… Ran barely noticed the cracks he made on the pavement when he stomped his way to the flower shop.
That business-suit-freak Crawford. So full of himself and feeding off ready-made sandwiches that taste like horse shit and criticizing his cooking like he knew all about it. He broke his glasses once. It was worth every moment of those two days of lecturing just to see him bumping against every thing and anything, looking like a fish. And… the red-headed jerk, Schuldig; his real name was Christoph Keschl, and he was so… rude. And stupid. And irritating. And annoying!!! What made him change his name to Schuldig? One very nice incident concerning stilettos, war paint and Ran’s hair drier. No details, but that ended up in Schuldig changing his own name to avoid being maimed by Farfarello. Who knew the meaning of a name, say like Christoph could bring so much chaos just by meaning ‘He-who-carried-Christ’?
His mood now definitely lighter at the memory, he skipped rather than stomped home. Well, to him it would be skipping, to the oggling entourage it was swaying and provoking to be spanked. And that caught oh-so-many eyes, and one specific pair of leering green was practically glued on both those cheeks, only to be slapped to reality when the door closed behind them.
************************************
Well, guys and gurls, I hope you still are alive. And I am sure none of you would want me to send a raving, rabid, lusting Farfarello after you. Who knows what goes through his mind... *evil grin*