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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,724
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3
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Internal Revenue Service
The Set Up
Fame and Fortune
“Eight assassins walk into a bar…” Schuldig stopped talking at the seven death glares that were suddenly pointed his direction.
“Ex assassins,” Aya stated severely.
“Why do we have to have a bar anyway? Couldn’t we have bought a Hooters?” Yohji whined.
“But there isn’t any karaoke in hooters!” Omi shouted. “And you are using *my* money to start this business.” He said business the way one might say “whore house”. “So it has to be a karaoke bar.”
“Actually, Omi-kun that money really belonged to your family and you…” Nagi just stopped, realizing his friend (just his friend!) was death glaring at him instead of Schu.
“So what will you call this bar, Shuldig-san? Yohji?” Ken asked politely, and slightly disinterestedly.
“God Is a Stupid Asshole of Death and Destruction.”
They stared at Farfarello in unison.
“I think he meant that as a name….” Nagi broke the silence.
“Heh, except we probably can’t have that many swear words on the sign…” Shu smirked. “What about the Gory Hole?”
“No.” (Seven of them. At once.)
“I know! I know! How about The Gray Kitten!” Omi shouted, gleefully.
Groans. (Seven of them. At once.)
“Hooters?” Yohji piped up hopefully.
Death glares. (Seven of them. At once. (Again.))
“The Gray Kitten isn’t that bad…” Ken had half the sentence out before 1. Omi had glomped him. Wha…huh?!? 2. Five groaning death glares turned in *his* direction.
“The Disemboweled Puppy.” Aya commanded.
Slightly confused glaring death groans. (Seven of them. At once.)
“What? It’s better than The Ex-sanguinated Parakeet.”
Silence.
Brad uncrossed his arms, pushed ups his glasses and sighed. “My vote is for The Gray Kitten.”
Everyone groaned and turned towards Omi, death glares at the ready.
“What? It *is* my money,” he answered smugly.
A/N: Now that we\'ve lured you in, only warnings that should apply for the next chapters are as follows: Established Youji/Schuldig so definite Yaoi. We make the confines of the R rating however, so nothing terribly explicit. Also, extraordinary silliness and swearing. Oh, and this must said, this fic is 100% angst free. Think we can\'t do that? Heh. We so can.
Fame and Fortune
“Eight assassins walk into a bar…” Schuldig stopped talking at the seven death glares that were suddenly pointed his direction.
“Ex assassins,” Aya stated severely.
“Why do we have to have a bar anyway? Couldn’t we have bought a Hooters?” Yohji whined.
“But there isn’t any karaoke in hooters!” Omi shouted. “And you are using *my* money to start this business.” He said business the way one might say “whore house”. “So it has to be a karaoke bar.”
“Actually, Omi-kun that money really belonged to your family and you…” Nagi just stopped, realizing his friend (just his friend!) was death glaring at him instead of Schu.
“So what will you call this bar, Shuldig-san? Yohji?” Ken asked politely, and slightly disinterestedly.
“God Is a Stupid Asshole of Death and Destruction.”
They stared at Farfarello in unison.
“I think he meant that as a name….” Nagi broke the silence.
“Heh, except we probably can’t have that many swear words on the sign…” Shu smirked. “What about the Gory Hole?”
“No.” (Seven of them. At once.)
“I know! I know! How about The Gray Kitten!” Omi shouted, gleefully.
Groans. (Seven of them. At once.)
“Hooters?” Yohji piped up hopefully.
Death glares. (Seven of them. At once. (Again.))
“The Gray Kitten isn’t that bad…” Ken had half the sentence out before 1. Omi had glomped him. Wha…huh?!? 2. Five groaning death glares turned in *his* direction.
“The Disemboweled Puppy.” Aya commanded.
Slightly confused glaring death groans. (Seven of them. At once.)
“What? It’s better than The Ex-sanguinated Parakeet.”
Silence.
Brad uncrossed his arms, pushed ups his glasses and sighed. “My vote is for The Gray Kitten.”
Everyone groaned and turned towards Omi, death glares at the ready.
“What? It *is* my money,” he answered smugly.
A/N: Now that we\'ve lured you in, only warnings that should apply for the next chapters are as follows: Established Youji/Schuldig so definite Yaoi. We make the confines of the R rating however, so nothing terribly explicit. Also, extraordinary silliness and swearing. Oh, and this must said, this fic is 100% angst free. Think we can\'t do that? Heh. We so can.