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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,728
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The English Devil
Crying in the Chapel
Yukino sat at the bar nursing her second perfect drink of the evening. The Gray Kitten was so much fun. It was too bad Akiko had class early tomorrow and couldn’t come with her and Miya. She would be so upset when she found out that she missed a performance by the English Devil. According to the girls that were sitting beside Yukino and her friend, the English Devil performed poetry for an entire hour every Friday night. The crowd in the bar was different from four nights ago, it was larger and almost everyone was wearing all black.
“Look, Yukino, even the flower man is all in black tonight,” Miya pointed at Aya-san.
“Why does he have a girl’s name, anyway?” Yukino wondered aloud. “That’s a little strange…but I guess he *is* selling flowers out of a wheelbarrow…”
“Look, Yohji-san is talking to him. I wonder if he’s trying to kick him out? I hope not.”
(For those who are interested: Sure enough, Yohji was trying to get Aya to leave. Aya tended to give Farfarello an arrangement after he performed, and Farfarello was seriously getting the wrong idea. Yohji had told the mad Irishman what Aya’s arrangements meant. (A piano should land on you and crush your skull while you are burning in acid, may many poisons enter your body and liquefy your organs, die by choking on the blood of your own esophagus, etc, etc…) Farfarello had been flattered. Schu thought it was funny and thought they should let Aya persist; Yohji didn’t want to find himself choking on his own esophagus when Aya realized he had let Farfarello continue to have the wrong idea. Aya was, of course, not leaving. He had flowers to sell, thank you very much. He was supporting himself, his sister and at least fourteen orphaned children.)
“Thank you for the flowers, Aya-san!” Yukino shouted causing both men to look in her direction. “They were very pretty.”
“You deserved them,” Aya-san said simply and started walking towards the ‘stage’ that had been erected for karaoke and the English Devil’s show. The stage was little more than a roped off bit of floor…actually, it was just a roped bit of floor, but Yukino thought that would make it more fun to sing. It would be less intimidating, not that she had sung anything yet. Or that she was even going to!
More people had been coming in and she turned to watch the door. A lot of them seemed really strange, and their black clothes not only matched in color but in style. They had begun to crowd around the stage area whispering excitedly.
“This guy must be really popular Miya…I wonder what his poetry is like.”
“Me too. I hope it’s good! I wonder if he’s as handsome as Aya-san?”
“Miya? Don’t tell me, you have a crush on the flower man?”
“Don’t tell Akiko okay? She’d probably tell Yohji-san. Or worse! Aya-san.”
“I won’t tell… look! That must be him…”
Yukino stared, shocked by the man who had walked to the stage area. He would be good looking, except for the scars and the canary yellow outfit, from his eye patch, down to his shoes. Yukino’s eyes hurt from the brightness of the man’s attire. The crowd murmured restlessly until he held up one index finger. At his signal the lights dimmed and the crowd hushed.
The man began to hum tunelessly and the crowd seemed to grow more eager as the humming increased in volume.
“GOD.” His voice boomed across the room, reverberating through the entire space, shaking the charity jars that lined the bar.
“God does not love you,” he whispered into the silence. “No one loves you but you. And that love is…FALSE.”
Yukino listened in utter fascination; no wonder so many people came to see him. He played the audience so well. And even if the contents of his poetry were a little odd and his wardrobe difficult to look at, his voice was good to listen to.
“I! LOVE! NO ONE! The blood stains my hands, my heart; it is capable of love no longer. Please allow my torment to end, oh merciful me.”
The audience roared, clapping, cheering, shouts of “Devil! Devil! Devil!” The English Devil bowed and smiled as he accepted an arrangement of flowers from Aya-san, smiling.
The English Devil began to speak again, and Yukino couldn’t follow it, he went so fast! And some of the words were definitely English, probably where he got his name...or at least the words were not Japanese. Still, it was amazing for someone to be able to speak that quickly!
“IwalkedonedayintoastoreandboughtmyselfsomepockyitwasgoodanddeliciousandnotcoveredinbloodwhichisalwaysgoodthingpleaseletitendnowaitIwanttokeepgoingdon’tyouohthisisthewayitwasmeanttobedoyoulovemenoyoudon’tyouthinkyoumightbutyourloveisonlyyourown!”
The crowd cheered again as the Devil let out a breath.
“I love this bar Yukino! We should come every night!”
“I know…I’m going to go see if Schuldig-san will get me another drink,” Yukino had finished hers at the end of the second poem. It had been so fast! “Do you need one?”
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
She walked over to the bar, not really stumbling, it was just that she wasn’t used to this place yet. “Schuldig-san? Can we have two more please?”
“Huhh…uhh….mmm….one moment. Yes, certainly, right away.”
Yukino noticed that her drink was a little off, and they had always been perfect until now. She gave him a good tip anyways, everyone had off nights. She wouldn’t begrudge him his.
“This isn’t as good as usual,” Miya said tasting her drink.
“Yeah, Schuldig-san seemed rather distracted…”
(For those who are interested: Schu was *incredibly* distracted, the fact that he managed to make a drink at all seems impressive.)
Stay tuned: Why is Schu making less than perfect drinks all of a sudden? Will Yohji get *his* turn with the peanut butter? Next Chapter:
Distraction
Stuck on You
Crying in the Chapel
Yukino sat at the bar nursing her second perfect drink of the evening. The Gray Kitten was so much fun. It was too bad Akiko had class early tomorrow and couldn’t come with her and Miya. She would be so upset when she found out that she missed a performance by the English Devil. According to the girls that were sitting beside Yukino and her friend, the English Devil performed poetry for an entire hour every Friday night. The crowd in the bar was different from four nights ago, it was larger and almost everyone was wearing all black.
“Look, Yukino, even the flower man is all in black tonight,” Miya pointed at Aya-san.
“Why does he have a girl’s name, anyway?” Yukino wondered aloud. “That’s a little strange…but I guess he *is* selling flowers out of a wheelbarrow…”
“Look, Yohji-san is talking to him. I wonder if he’s trying to kick him out? I hope not.”
(For those who are interested: Sure enough, Yohji was trying to get Aya to leave. Aya tended to give Farfarello an arrangement after he performed, and Farfarello was seriously getting the wrong idea. Yohji had told the mad Irishman what Aya’s arrangements meant. (A piano should land on you and crush your skull while you are burning in acid, may many poisons enter your body and liquefy your organs, die by choking on the blood of your own esophagus, etc, etc…) Farfarello had been flattered. Schu thought it was funny and thought they should let Aya persist; Yohji didn’t want to find himself choking on his own esophagus when Aya realized he had let Farfarello continue to have the wrong idea. Aya was, of course, not leaving. He had flowers to sell, thank you very much. He was supporting himself, his sister and at least fourteen orphaned children.)
“Thank you for the flowers, Aya-san!” Yukino shouted causing both men to look in her direction. “They were very pretty.”
“You deserved them,” Aya-san said simply and started walking towards the ‘stage’ that had been erected for karaoke and the English Devil’s show. The stage was little more than a roped off bit of floor…actually, it was just a roped bit of floor, but Yukino thought that would make it more fun to sing. It would be less intimidating, not that she had sung anything yet. Or that she was even going to!
More people had been coming in and she turned to watch the door. A lot of them seemed really strange, and their black clothes not only matched in color but in style. They had begun to crowd around the stage area whispering excitedly.
“This guy must be really popular Miya…I wonder what his poetry is like.”
“Me too. I hope it’s good! I wonder if he’s as handsome as Aya-san?”
“Miya? Don’t tell me, you have a crush on the flower man?”
“Don’t tell Akiko okay? She’d probably tell Yohji-san. Or worse! Aya-san.”
“I won’t tell… look! That must be him…”
Yukino stared, shocked by the man who had walked to the stage area. He would be good looking, except for the scars and the canary yellow outfit, from his eye patch, down to his shoes. Yukino’s eyes hurt from the brightness of the man’s attire. The crowd murmured restlessly until he held up one index finger. At his signal the lights dimmed and the crowd hushed.
The man began to hum tunelessly and the crowd seemed to grow more eager as the humming increased in volume.
“GOD.” His voice boomed across the room, reverberating through the entire space, shaking the charity jars that lined the bar.
“God does not love you,” he whispered into the silence. “No one loves you but you. And that love is…FALSE.”
Yukino listened in utter fascination; no wonder so many people came to see him. He played the audience so well. And even if the contents of his poetry were a little odd and his wardrobe difficult to look at, his voice was good to listen to.
“I! LOVE! NO ONE! The blood stains my hands, my heart; it is capable of love no longer. Please allow my torment to end, oh merciful me.”
The audience roared, clapping, cheering, shouts of “Devil! Devil! Devil!” The English Devil bowed and smiled as he accepted an arrangement of flowers from Aya-san, smiling.
The English Devil began to speak again, and Yukino couldn’t follow it, he went so fast! And some of the words were definitely English, probably where he got his name...or at least the words were not Japanese. Still, it was amazing for someone to be able to speak that quickly!
“IwalkedonedayintoastoreandboughtmyselfsomepockyitwasgoodanddeliciousandnotcoveredinbloodwhichisalwaysgoodthingpleaseletitendnowaitIwanttokeepgoingdon’tyouohthisisthewayitwasmeanttobedoyoulovemenoyoudon’tyouthinkyoumightbutyourloveisonlyyourown!”
The crowd cheered again as the Devil let out a breath.
“I love this bar Yukino! We should come every night!”
“I know…I’m going to go see if Schuldig-san will get me another drink,” Yukino had finished hers at the end of the second poem. It had been so fast! “Do you need one?”
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
She walked over to the bar, not really stumbling, it was just that she wasn’t used to this place yet. “Schuldig-san? Can we have two more please?”
“Huhh…uhh….mmm….one moment. Yes, certainly, right away.”
Yukino noticed that her drink was a little off, and they had always been perfect until now. She gave him a good tip anyways, everyone had off nights. She wouldn’t begrudge him his.
“This isn’t as good as usual,” Miya said tasting her drink.
“Yeah, Schuldig-san seemed rather distracted…”
(For those who are interested: Schu was *incredibly* distracted, the fact that he managed to make a drink at all seems impressive.)
Stay tuned: Why is Schu making less than perfect drinks all of a sudden? Will Yohji get *his* turn with the peanut butter? Next Chapter:
Distraction
Stuck on You