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Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,479
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.
Part Four
This is the last part and there will be a short sequel. It's called Clean. Look for it next week! m(-_-)m
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Part Four
I don’t remember falling asleep. I blink away the sleep from my eyes and sit up slowly. The blanket pools into my lap. Wait...blanket? Who put it on me? I fold it with my Talent before making my way to the kitchen. Schuldich and Farfarello are already there. The German has a hand tangled in the short white hair.
“Hey, chibi, next time don’t hog the couch. That’s my job.” He smirks at me and I roll my eyes, lightly hitting him in the back of the head with my Telekinesis.
I grab a few things needed for breakfast before sitting in my seat. Fruit Loops seem to be my favourite lately. I take a sip of my orange juice.
“Then why did you give me a blanket?” I pick up an array of colourful loops.
“You had the blanket on you when we can in last night.” The spoon is forgotten halfway to my mouth and I frown at confused blue eyes.
“Oh.”
“Come on, Farf, let’s play.” Schuldich drags Farfarello from the kitchen.
I slowly eat my bowl of cereal. Schuldich said it wasn’t him. There’s no way it could have been Farfarello. We tend to avoid each other. If we’re ever alone in the same room, we ignore each other. We’ve lived like that for years. He only holds an interest in me when we’re on missions. Hell, he tends to protect me if I can’t for some reason. I think he likes my Telekinesis.
So then...Crawford? But why?
I shake my head and put my spoon back into the bowl. It doesn’t matter. So what if he did it? It’s not like him. But it doesn’t matter...right? I hate being confused. I like it when things are...simple.
We talked a little about this last night. Is he just trying to prove a point about something? But why would he go through all of that? He’s not the kind of person just do things in a whim or by accident. He has a purpose for everything he does.
I stand suddenly and move away from the table when the contents on its surface start to shake. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Calm down. There is nothing to be angry about.”
Except...there is. I can feel it. I think my simple life is starting to crumble. It’s almost sad to see it happen because of a blanket.
END
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Part Four
I don’t remember falling asleep. I blink away the sleep from my eyes and sit up slowly. The blanket pools into my lap. Wait...blanket? Who put it on me? I fold it with my Talent before making my way to the kitchen. Schuldich and Farfarello are already there. The German has a hand tangled in the short white hair.
“Hey, chibi, next time don’t hog the couch. That’s my job.” He smirks at me and I roll my eyes, lightly hitting him in the back of the head with my Telekinesis.
I grab a few things needed for breakfast before sitting in my seat. Fruit Loops seem to be my favourite lately. I take a sip of my orange juice.
“Then why did you give me a blanket?” I pick up an array of colourful loops.
“You had the blanket on you when we can in last night.” The spoon is forgotten halfway to my mouth and I frown at confused blue eyes.
“Oh.”
“Come on, Farf, let’s play.” Schuldich drags Farfarello from the kitchen.
I slowly eat my bowl of cereal. Schuldich said it wasn’t him. There’s no way it could have been Farfarello. We tend to avoid each other. If we’re ever alone in the same room, we ignore each other. We’ve lived like that for years. He only holds an interest in me when we’re on missions. Hell, he tends to protect me if I can’t for some reason. I think he likes my Telekinesis.
So then...Crawford? But why?
I shake my head and put my spoon back into the bowl. It doesn’t matter. So what if he did it? It’s not like him. But it doesn’t matter...right? I hate being confused. I like it when things are...simple.
We talked a little about this last night. Is he just trying to prove a point about something? But why would he go through all of that? He’s not the kind of person just do things in a whim or by accident. He has a purpose for everything he does.
I stand suddenly and move away from the table when the contents on its surface start to shake. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Calm down. There is nothing to be angry about.”
Except...there is. I can feel it. I think my simple life is starting to crumble. It’s almost sad to see it happen because of a blanket.
END
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