Greek Mythology Goes Wei� - pt 1: Ganymed
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,099
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Dinner time and Prime Steak
Voilà chapter 2. No one reviewed to tell me if they liked, no one even gave me the indication if I should continue with my madness or if I should keep up sullying the holy wolr of Myths and Faery Tales, but hey, I enjoy writing this. I always wanted to torture these Weiss and Schwarz boys!
Anyway, although I don't think you will with the kind of previous reaction, I hope you enjoy yourselves anyway!!! XD
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Chapter 2: Dinner Time and Prime Steak
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Christo- I mean Schuldig turned his head towards the door as he heard a pair of footsteps familiarly stomp their way through the hall. He could recognise those footfalls miles away.
Everyone in the Schwarz + Orchid apartment had a different footfall; his own was cool (1); Ran’s was sexy whether he was stomping his way through life or walking. Nagi had a light step-thingy into his walk, like he was skating or sliding on the floor; very light. And Crawford… oddly enough, he was… skipping. Like a little girl. Yes, Crawford, the dude with the glasses. Farf wasn’t much better; he was boogying across the floor. Not that anyone could see it, but he could hear it. Yeah, only Schuldig the Great could hear the steps of others.
Too bad that his rambling thoughts were interrupted as Ran practically glared holes through his head. He hurriedly stood up to help him with the ton-heavy bags. It was either that or receive them non-to-graciously on his precious orange treasure of hair. He already had this young hot piece of ass mess with his hair, and that was the first trauma he had that hadn’t been caused by Farfarello. Truly.
Which was why he was now bending – and de-bending – and re-bending from the floor, to the fridge, to the counter, to the fridge, and back, fixing the food and re-orientating them to their destination. This was hard, bone-breaking work, but the very existence of his hair was depending on it…
“Oh, stop thinking Ran-kun is a slave-driver, Stoph.”
“Listen Naggles, forst get your precious Crown and Glory is threatened by the Mistress of Doom, then come and judge my grudging attitude!!! And don’t call me Stoph!!!” he yelled at the younger teen.
Said ‘Naggles’ was sitting at a counter stool, leaning on his elbows and grinning like mad in his mind at the best show one could find: Schuldig-doing-housework-kitchen-duty.
“Okay, one: it’s your fault Ran-kun had to threaten your ‘pride and glory pt 1’. Two: he helps me with my homework, and cooks good, so I don’t see any reason to annoy him like you do. Three: I can call you whatever I want, whenever I want: Ran-kun is protecting me (xP). And four: duck.”
But just as our beloved German registered that ‘Naggles’ was talking about the act and not the feathered thing, he flew sideways into the kitchen wall, cracking the marble there.
“WAS WAR DAS??!” (2)
“Bull’s eye!!! XD I hit him! I hit him!!!”
“Well done, Farfarello. Here you go, a movie I rented from the horror-movie-store around the corner: XXX from Hell. Enjoy.”
“THANKS CRAWFIE!!!”
Nagi smiled at Farfie's antics; he may be scary, but he was so cute when it came to murderous tools and/or movies. It may seem impossible and improbable, but it was true. Crawford was discussing dinner with the ‘Mistress’, bargaining on his intestines.
‘No curry tonight’ he said ‘I have a date tomorrow, and I plan on eating outside. If you cook curry, I will eat it all and won’t have any space tomorrow.’
Ran begged to differ, saying that he knew that this ‘‘date’ was just another conference with the other board members of the Flower Selling Committee of Tokyo, Japan, gallantly accompanied by a ton of chemically fabricated plastic flavoured sandwiches from next door.’
Both men walked back and forth, entertaining Nagi, nagging and arguing about tonight’s menu, stepping over and around the corpse-like German, who now lay on the floor.
Three hours later, Farfie helped with the table, Nagi put some comfy jazz for the atmosphere at dinner, Crawford sat sulkily at his place (for he lost the argument), and Ran brought the food out. Shaking his head, he called out:
“Schuldig, quit it. I know you are faking all of this. Now stop bleeding all over the floor and come and eat.”
Schuldig grumbled and mumbled and stood up, mopping away the gore before joining them all. “Grrr how do you know all of this… how do you know I was faking it… how do you…”
Ran just shook his head and served dinner. After smacking Crawford for telling Farfie to throw the next day’s prime steak at Schuldig earlier.
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Outside, balancing artistically on a branch, was the President of the Flower Arranging Committee himself, staring with his green eyes at the beautiful red-haired beauty through a pair of military-binoculars. He leaned closer, farther onto the branch as he looked at one hand intently, which took a firm and erotic hold on the serving spoon, eventually falling off on his nose.
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(1) Please note that I, under the protection of Ran because he believes this too, was just kidding. And with Ran in front of me, ShuShu can’t hurt me!!! NA! XD
(2) What was that??!
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Well, not quite what I had in mind, but feel free to throw sharp things at me!
And review if you deem this worthy... n_n
Anyway, although I don't think you will with the kind of previous reaction, I hope you enjoy yourselves anyway!!! XD
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Chapter 2: Dinner Time and Prime Steak
-----------------------------
Christo- I mean Schuldig turned his head towards the door as he heard a pair of footsteps familiarly stomp their way through the hall. He could recognise those footfalls miles away.
Everyone in the Schwarz + Orchid apartment had a different footfall; his own was cool (1); Ran’s was sexy whether he was stomping his way through life or walking. Nagi had a light step-thingy into his walk, like he was skating or sliding on the floor; very light. And Crawford… oddly enough, he was… skipping. Like a little girl. Yes, Crawford, the dude with the glasses. Farf wasn’t much better; he was boogying across the floor. Not that anyone could see it, but he could hear it. Yeah, only Schuldig the Great could hear the steps of others.
Too bad that his rambling thoughts were interrupted as Ran practically glared holes through his head. He hurriedly stood up to help him with the ton-heavy bags. It was either that or receive them non-to-graciously on his precious orange treasure of hair. He already had this young hot piece of ass mess with his hair, and that was the first trauma he had that hadn’t been caused by Farfarello. Truly.
Which was why he was now bending – and de-bending – and re-bending from the floor, to the fridge, to the counter, to the fridge, and back, fixing the food and re-orientating them to their destination. This was hard, bone-breaking work, but the very existence of his hair was depending on it…
“Oh, stop thinking Ran-kun is a slave-driver, Stoph.”
“Listen Naggles, forst get your precious Crown and Glory is threatened by the Mistress of Doom, then come and judge my grudging attitude!!! And don’t call me Stoph!!!” he yelled at the younger teen.
Said ‘Naggles’ was sitting at a counter stool, leaning on his elbows and grinning like mad in his mind at the best show one could find: Schuldig-doing-housework-kitchen-duty.
“Okay, one: it’s your fault Ran-kun had to threaten your ‘pride and glory pt 1’. Two: he helps me with my homework, and cooks good, so I don’t see any reason to annoy him like you do. Three: I can call you whatever I want, whenever I want: Ran-kun is protecting me (xP). And four: duck.”
But just as our beloved German registered that ‘Naggles’ was talking about the act and not the feathered thing, he flew sideways into the kitchen wall, cracking the marble there.
“WAS WAR DAS??!” (2)
“Bull’s eye!!! XD I hit him! I hit him!!!”
“Well done, Farfarello. Here you go, a movie I rented from the horror-movie-store around the corner: XXX from Hell. Enjoy.”
“THANKS CRAWFIE!!!”
Nagi smiled at Farfie's antics; he may be scary, but he was so cute when it came to murderous tools and/or movies. It may seem impossible and improbable, but it was true. Crawford was discussing dinner with the ‘Mistress’, bargaining on his intestines.
‘No curry tonight’ he said ‘I have a date tomorrow, and I plan on eating outside. If you cook curry, I will eat it all and won’t have any space tomorrow.’
Ran begged to differ, saying that he knew that this ‘‘date’ was just another conference with the other board members of the Flower Selling Committee of Tokyo, Japan, gallantly accompanied by a ton of chemically fabricated plastic flavoured sandwiches from next door.’
Both men walked back and forth, entertaining Nagi, nagging and arguing about tonight’s menu, stepping over and around the corpse-like German, who now lay on the floor.
Three hours later, Farfie helped with the table, Nagi put some comfy jazz for the atmosphere at dinner, Crawford sat sulkily at his place (for he lost the argument), and Ran brought the food out. Shaking his head, he called out:
“Schuldig, quit it. I know you are faking all of this. Now stop bleeding all over the floor and come and eat.”
Schuldig grumbled and mumbled and stood up, mopping away the gore before joining them all. “Grrr how do you know all of this… how do you know I was faking it… how do you…”
Ran just shook his head and served dinner. After smacking Crawford for telling Farfie to throw the next day’s prime steak at Schuldig earlier.
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Outside, balancing artistically on a branch, was the President of the Flower Arranging Committee himself, staring with his green eyes at the beautiful red-haired beauty through a pair of military-binoculars. He leaned closer, farther onto the branch as he looked at one hand intently, which took a firm and erotic hold on the serving spoon, eventually falling off on his nose.
-----------------------------
(1) Please note that I, under the protection of Ran because he believes this too, was just kidding. And with Ran in front of me, ShuShu can’t hurt me!!! NA! XD
(2) What was that??!
-----------------------------
Well, not quite what I had in mind, but feel free to throw sharp things at me!
And review if you deem this worthy... n_n