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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,733
Reviews:
3
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A/N: Your previously scheduled chapter has been postponed...it will return as scheduled. For now:
Crap! We Forgot a Chapter!
Such a Night
Yohji wandered sleepily to the kitchen and jumped as a gallon of milk flew past him, followed by a jar of pickles and a package of ham.
“Agggh!”
“Yohji-kun, watch out, Nagi is trying to put away the groceries.” Omi was sitting on the counter of the communal kitchen playing some type of hand held video game.
“You could help you know,” Nagi said conversationally from his perch across Omi. He too was playing some video game.
Yohji felt his heart rate slow despite the peanut butter that was dancing its way to the cupboard.
“Yes, Pookums, it’s crunchy,” Schuldig was following him down the stairs. “And yes, you get used to it.” Schu reached into the air and grasped a can of salsa and a bag of tortilla chips.
“…” Yohji wasn’t sure what was worse, the flying food, his telepathic lover, or the nonchalance that permeated the room. None of this was normal!
“Oh, just for that you are *so*…” Schu trailed off apparently too embarrassed to finish with the two boys in earshot. Yohji’s blush was probably an indication that he had only stopped *speaking*.
“Oh no you don’t!” Yohji reached for the peanut butter right before it landed on the shelf it had been heading to.
“Hey! If you’re not going to help, could you at least not interfere?” Nagi seemed a little upset. The groceries had apparently decided to invite the dishes to the party. And the silverware, along with the microwave, and well, most of the inanimate components of the kitchen.
“Nagi-kun, maybe you should leave the stove and dishwasher alone…” Omi still hadn’t looked up from his video game. “I know we’re the only ones who ever bother with either appliance, but well…I hate washing dishes by hand…”
Nagi apparently thought breaking all of the dishes one by one would solve this problem. Omi glared at the telekinetic, how could he concentrate on his game with all this distraction? He’d had to look up from his game to glare!
Nagi was, in fact, not looking up from his game and thus winning. The maniacal smile on his face was probably frightening, but Omi was too busy glaring, Yohji too busy being disconcerted, and Schu too busy thinking about sex for anyone to really notice.
“…uh, this noise might wake Aya up…” Abruptly plates stopped breaking, and the groceries finished putting themselves away. Yohji wasn’t the only a little worried about the wrath of an early-wakened Aya. In fact, Omi quit glaring to whimper, and Schu quit thinking about sex long enough to pale. Nagi just continued his game quietly.
“Good thinking, Pookums, we wouldn’t want to receive more flowers,” Schu shuddered remembering the last arrangement. (May your balls be removed painfully through your anus with a spork as you bleed to death from paper cuts.)
Yohji just nodded. “Hey, while we’ve got you here, where have you boys been?”
Schu leered. “We *know* what you’ve been up to! Leaving your lube in our desk!”
Both boys looked up from their video games, Omi even dropped his. “What?!?”
“Look, Nookie-Bear, there will be time for that later. We need to ask them about the taxes.”
“Fine! But we’ll be having a talk soon. Safe gay sex is very important!”
“Schu, the taxes?”
“Right, boys, could you help us with our taxes?”
Both Omi and Nagi were perplexed by this entire exchange. Sex? Lube? Taxes?
“We can, uhm, give you these!” Yohji held up a package of marshmallows.
“Actually, Schuldig-kun, we forgot to get Peeps at the store. We’ll help you if you bring us back three pounds.”
“Three pounds?! Well. Okay. We’ll be back then.” Schu dropped the chips and grabbed Yohji (who was still, incidentally holding the peanut butter) and rushed out the door.
Omi and Nagi stared at each other.
“Are we going to help them?”
“Naw, I just wanted to get them out of here so I could get back to beating you!”
“Beating me? Is that what you were calling that?”
After the Chap notes:
We forgot we needed this bit. So it has been added. Trouble is, there is a great oppurtunity for smut directly after. Now, Tart X is in charge of writing that smut, but she is less than motivated. Tarts N and Y think she should go for it, as she hasn\'t written any of the smut parts for this fic, and if you knew her IRL, you would find this as strange as we do. Well, readers (and we know there are a few of you) what do you think? Smut chapter? Or straight into the plot? We have the plot waiting...but, well can\'t it always wait? (~some Tarts)
Crap! We Forgot a Chapter!
Such a Night
Yohji wandered sleepily to the kitchen and jumped as a gallon of milk flew past him, followed by a jar of pickles and a package of ham.
“Agggh!”
“Yohji-kun, watch out, Nagi is trying to put away the groceries.” Omi was sitting on the counter of the communal kitchen playing some type of hand held video game.
“You could help you know,” Nagi said conversationally from his perch across Omi. He too was playing some video game.
Yohji felt his heart rate slow despite the peanut butter that was dancing its way to the cupboard.
“Yes, Pookums, it’s crunchy,” Schuldig was following him down the stairs. “And yes, you get used to it.” Schu reached into the air and grasped a can of salsa and a bag of tortilla chips.
“…” Yohji wasn’t sure what was worse, the flying food, his telepathic lover, or the nonchalance that permeated the room. None of this was normal!
“Oh, just for that you are *so*…” Schu trailed off apparently too embarrassed to finish with the two boys in earshot. Yohji’s blush was probably an indication that he had only stopped *speaking*.
“Oh no you don’t!” Yohji reached for the peanut butter right before it landed on the shelf it had been heading to.
“Hey! If you’re not going to help, could you at least not interfere?” Nagi seemed a little upset. The groceries had apparently decided to invite the dishes to the party. And the silverware, along with the microwave, and well, most of the inanimate components of the kitchen.
“Nagi-kun, maybe you should leave the stove and dishwasher alone…” Omi still hadn’t looked up from his video game. “I know we’re the only ones who ever bother with either appliance, but well…I hate washing dishes by hand…”
Nagi apparently thought breaking all of the dishes one by one would solve this problem. Omi glared at the telekinetic, how could he concentrate on his game with all this distraction? He’d had to look up from his game to glare!
Nagi was, in fact, not looking up from his game and thus winning. The maniacal smile on his face was probably frightening, but Omi was too busy glaring, Yohji too busy being disconcerted, and Schu too busy thinking about sex for anyone to really notice.
“…uh, this noise might wake Aya up…” Abruptly plates stopped breaking, and the groceries finished putting themselves away. Yohji wasn’t the only a little worried about the wrath of an early-wakened Aya. In fact, Omi quit glaring to whimper, and Schu quit thinking about sex long enough to pale. Nagi just continued his game quietly.
“Good thinking, Pookums, we wouldn’t want to receive more flowers,” Schu shuddered remembering the last arrangement. (May your balls be removed painfully through your anus with a spork as you bleed to death from paper cuts.)
Yohji just nodded. “Hey, while we’ve got you here, where have you boys been?”
Schu leered. “We *know* what you’ve been up to! Leaving your lube in our desk!”
Both boys looked up from their video games, Omi even dropped his. “What?!?”
“Look, Nookie-Bear, there will be time for that later. We need to ask them about the taxes.”
“Fine! But we’ll be having a talk soon. Safe gay sex is very important!”
“Schu, the taxes?”
“Right, boys, could you help us with our taxes?”
Both Omi and Nagi were perplexed by this entire exchange. Sex? Lube? Taxes?
“We can, uhm, give you these!” Yohji held up a package of marshmallows.
“Actually, Schuldig-kun, we forgot to get Peeps at the store. We’ll help you if you bring us back three pounds.”
“Three pounds?! Well. Okay. We’ll be back then.” Schu dropped the chips and grabbed Yohji (who was still, incidentally holding the peanut butter) and rushed out the door.
Omi and Nagi stared at each other.
“Are we going to help them?”
“Naw, I just wanted to get them out of here so I could get back to beating you!”
“Beating me? Is that what you were calling that?”
After the Chap notes:
We forgot we needed this bit. So it has been added. Trouble is, there is a great oppurtunity for smut directly after. Now, Tart X is in charge of writing that smut, but she is less than motivated. Tarts N and Y think she should go for it, as she hasn\'t written any of the smut parts for this fic, and if you knew her IRL, you would find this as strange as we do. Well, readers (and we know there are a few of you) what do you think? Smut chapter? Or straight into the plot? We have the plot waiting...but, well can\'t it always wait? (~some Tarts)