Dear Author: Wow! It sucks to be you! Today your fic is
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Genkischuldich
Murasaki Suishou
And The Queen of Blueberry Toast
… in a special-edition, Screw You We've Moved gang-hack spectacular!
Note: from here on out, "T_T" will be used to follow spelling errors,
especially dumb ones even the clunkiest edition of Microsoft Word could find.
No, we didn't correct any of his spellings, these mistakes are all his own. We
just reformatted the paragraphs to create the illusion of space between the never
ending muck of incoherent words.
Oh, and you
can thank your lucky stars you're not reading this in the fucked up PDF
version.
"Dysfunctional" An Alternative Weiss Kruez Fan Fiction
[Alternative to what? A Colostomy? I imagine that would
hurt significantly less than reading this fic!]
[Perhaps someone should tell
him that in THIS fandom 'alternative' doesn't mean yaoi. ]
[Oh, and in case you forgot, we underline the titles no
novels and use quotation marks with short stories. Sadly, this is not of the
latter category.]
© 2000 by Jean D.
[No, it's © Koyasu Takehito and project Weiss 1994-2003.
Someone can't spell!]
Warning, this is NC-18. [It's NC-17 or 18+, bonehead.]
It contains descriptions of Male/Male sex and violence. Any sex scenes in this
fiction are due to passion and are not meant as pornography.
[Yes, and in Rand McNally, people wear hats on their
feet and hamburgers eat people. No more jokes appropriated from the Simpsons
after this, I promise.]
This story is Dedicated Too, in order of Appearance in my life:
[Dedicated too much, if you ask me.]
*****Actually, we didn't do anything with that section and its poor
capitalization, we've got no beef with any of the people he mentioned, and
they all know who they are by now so *shrugs* MEH.*****
Thank you to all the fans of the Anime, Weiss Kreuz, who read Dys and liked it
and begged for more. I know who you all are. You've encouraged me,
complimented me and bitched about my grammar and spelling, and still told me
you wanted more. You guys are outta your minds! ^o^
[Your checks are in the mail!!]
[Next time, try listening to them about your spelling
and grammar! Save you damn MSTers some work! Meaniepants.]
And to that doll babe of a guy, Takehito Koyasu. Princess's lawyer is sending
the paperwork, just sign it and give up. ~_^ V Jean D.
[You DON'T want to know who "Princess" is, trust us. Well,
you're going to find out eventually if you don't know already. Enjoy your
ignorance while you can, foolish mortals!]
[Although, let's face it: the best lawyers
in the world couldn't prove even a casual link between 'Princess' and 'Aya'.]
[She shits thee not, folks ^_^;;.]
If you don't know the animated series Weiss Kreuz, also known as Knight
Hunters, or if you do [If you did, you wouldn't
recognize the characters anyway.] ...this story is
about what happens when the precognitive body gaurd [T_T]
of a rotten politician, sees the future going down the toilet
[Wow, someone's feeling exceptionally poetic today.
*FLUSH*] if his real bosses get their way. He sets out to change the
sequence of events that lead up to the event [where he
is finally awarded a thesaurus] that everything hinges on. Except that
by changing that scenario, he then finds he has to deal with the alternative
consequences of his actions. [Too bad Jean D. hasn't had
to deal with the consequences of his actions before us. Well, someone had to
go first!] The end of the world, jealous lovers, teenagers, the mafia,
more paranormal crap [Psychic turds? What is this, South
Park?], and the fact that while having paranormal powers is a plus,
sometimes you get reminded you are still very, very human.
[Oh, sweet Jesus. *vomits*]
Chapter One
Dysfunctional
[Wow, Creative! :P]
[And so, the horror begins.]
[Not to mention that
"The World of Misplaced Modifiers" would have been noticeably more apt.]
"Naoe Nagi," She came up to him in the hall of the private high school, her
cheeks flushed, her eyes bright [as high-beams on a
jacked-up truck], hugging her books for her next class.
[Her
eyeballs must be like bendy-straws for something to be able to hold books.]
She
spilled it out in one breath. "I’m having a party Saturday, it’s my birthday,
will you come?"
[Nahh. Too easy.]
He was in biology with her. What the hell was her name? "Um, I can’t.
I....have to work for my family’s business."
She looked disappointed. "Can’t you get away for something special?
[Something special = there will be pot.] "
He wondered why he suddenly felt so gypped. "No. They count on me. It’s hard
work. Anyway, happy birthday." He said, and left her to get to class.
[And that, gentle readers, is how one
should NOT use a plot device. It's much nicer to give them proper names.]
[I imagine this is to prove Nagi Doesn't
Like Girls. As if liking girls and liking boys were mutually exclusive!]
Nagi sighed heavily in the back seat with Farfarello.
[Did I skip a page?]
] They
[And when was the last
time you read a badfic with undefined pronouns?]
were at it
[In fact, there's a two
for one sale on today.]
again
and the hostility was making Farf fret. [Farf burst into
tears. "Stop it, stop it! This atmosphere simply destroys me inside!" He blew
his nose loudly on a bloody handkerchief.]
[LOL! Farfarello is fretful. How ridiculous.]
"Damn it, Brad!" Schuldig said,
["No, Schuldig," Crawford reminded him.
"It's 'Damnit Janet!' and 'Oh Brad!'. You got it the wrong way round again."]
"I read minds,
remember! I know you want me!"
"You read too much into it." Crawford informed him.
[Audience: "Arsehole!"]
"You make me think about
what would happen if I gave into your incessant teasing! Everybody thinks, Schuldig, it can’t be helped. That doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about
the crazy thoughts you cause me just because I think them!"
[And here, you see what happens when a writer can not
properly portray a character. Since when does CRAWFORD YELL AT SCHULDICH?! You
prat.]
"I hate you!" Schuldig said angrily. "You make sense even when you’re
ranting!" [Audience: "Slut!"]
"We’re on an assignment here!" Crawford reminded him. "Can’t you focus on
anything but your crotch!" [*SCREAMS* THIS IS JUST
WRONG!] [Nicely setting up all
future characterization for our favorite Crotchmeister General.]
Schuldig crossed his arms, sulking, angry[ly T_T].
[Crawford noticed a pout beginning to form of his
lips. He'd seen the same expression before, in Toys'r'us last Christmas, when
he'd refused to buy him a Teletubby. A full-scale tantrum had followed.]
To top it off, it was pouring. Nagi scowled. Why did they have to go out in
this rain? Why did this jerk have to die tonight! Why was he in Schwarz!
[Because you get paid for it, asshat.] [See
episode 22 for details.]
Would it never end? [Unfortunately, no. It went on, and
on, and on...] [After thirty or so chapters, that
was my question too. Actually, that's my question now.] He was trying to finish a paper for Lit, and then Schu
came down from having a shower, wearing only his pajama bottoms, combing out
his damp hair, heading for the kitchen, to raid the fridge, no doubt, and
then, it had started.
[I am simply stunned by your excessive use of commas!]
[OK, so first we have the
attack of the bendy-straw eyes and NOW Schuldich's pajama pants comb is hair
for him and FEED him. Let that be a lesson to you, kiddies. Long strings of
verbals might look cool and save time, but nine times out of ten they screw
you over.]
Crawford was at the desk, on the computer. [That
must be one hell of a computer to support and entire desk and Crawford's ass.]
[And I bet keyboard imprinted a row of indentations on
his bum.]
And Schu’d caught a stray thought of Brad’s. (‘‘...it’s that hair...makes him
look like a girl...well, a stringy, tough girl....’’)
[Crawford thinks Schu looks stringy? Are you out of your
mind?]
"Stringy and tough?" Schuldig had protested.
[He didn't know it was the girth that mattered as much as anything else.]
"I’m thin and hard, thank you!
You make me sound like an old chicken!" [More like
a nymphomaniac toddler.]
Crawford sighed angrily. "Stay out of my mind!" He snapped.
Schuldig pouted, working out a last tangle. [Ah!
Here was the pout. Crawford knew that very soon Schuldich would be on the
floor, kicking and screaming.]
"Haven’t you got someplace to go?" Crawford demanded.
"No." Schu had said.
After a few more minutes, Crawford had focused on him again. "Why the hell
not? You’re always taking off. [In your little
pedal car that's shaped like an airplane.]"
"You always drive me off!" Schuldig protested. "Go away, Schuldig, leave me
alone, Schuldig, get lost, Schuldig, haven’t you got some one to fuck,
Schuldig, stay out of my mind, Schuldig!!"
Crawford had half turned to look at him, angry. "Well, don’t you!" he said.
"Seems like you’re always finding someone to screw with!"
"Why not! You won’t have me! It’s fun fucking over Weiss! That Yohji, he’s a
real sweet piece of ass! He’s totally in love with me now. You should hear
him, ‘‘aye, Schu-Schu, more, harder, yesss!...’’ He imitated,
[...with some randomly Scottish dialogue] rubbing the
American’s nose in it. "Weiss wouldn’t have a chance against us now! All I’d
have to do is blow him a kiss and he’d kill all his team mates for me!"
[Our Favorite Crotchmeister had weaved past more
powerful seduction targets - Persia, Manx, Birman, and even Botan, finally
settling on a member of Weiß. To this day, he would never understand why.]
Crawford had had enough, taking off his glasses and setting them down. The
next thing Schuldig knew Brad was on him, punching the hell out of him.
[BRAD ISN'T PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE TOWARDS SCHU!!!!!]
[Aww! But he took the trouble to beat him up
for that! Now we know they're in WUV!]
[Now, aside from the fact this scene is short of a
sortie from point A to point B, if Brad needs his glasses to see, why would he
take them off to whale on Schuldig? He'd miss him half the time!
And did anyone else notice that a powerful
telepath letting anyone whale on him is pretty illogical?]
[And yet we get so much whaling on Schu, we could rename
him Moby Dick.]
Nagi had grabbed his note book and ran upstairs to his room shutting the door
[much like any sane and sober person who reads this fic
will do]. [Never mind that he's a
telekinetic, and wouldn't have to touch anything.]
Yet another night he should have been in bed. Nagi sighed, watching the rain
come down as the car slid along the dark streets of Tokyo.
[Damn that icy weather they'd been having.] They’d had to leave Farfarello at home, the constant rain had been making him more manic lately.
And maybe the constant fighting as well.... [Manic means
overtly happy, not edgy. And it's God that disturbs him, not rain or fighting.
Psychopaths are funny like that.]
Crawford pulled the car into an alleyway, shutting off the lights before
parking. [Sensible move. :P] It was an M[ercedes]B[enz-
how lazy CAN you get?], [comma splice! Run for
your lives!] it moved very quietly, an asset to their line of work.
[Because an expensive Mercedes Benz doesn't attract
attention at all.]
"We’re here." He stated and took out his gun, checking it. "Stop feeling sorry
for yourself and let's get this over with."
Schuldig checked his gun. "I’m surprised you even give a damn." He said
coldly.
[This should be a new
paragraph, dipshit! We start a new paragraph when we change speakers!]
"I don’t." Crawford stated. "I want you focused on the job."
Schuldig didn’t dignify this with an answer. He hurt like hell from the
beating and yet....at least he had that from Brad. That and his presence, and
the blissful mental quiet that surrounded the American as long as he stayed
close to him, their bizarre talents buffering each other.
They found their way into the building secretively. A hotel, with a good show
of security. Their target was in one of the really ritzy suites. Schuldig took
out the guards by mentally overloading them, which knocked them out.
[Something he'd been unable to do when he was actually
attacked by his would-be boyfriend.]
They went in and wiped the guy, and every body with him out, neat and clean.
[The detail here is truly incredible.] Then they went back out into the damn rain.
[Not just any rain, but the damn rain!]
"Was that focused enough for you?" Schuldig asked.
Brad frowned. "Don’t be a pest."
Schuldig stopped short in the down pour. Would it ever stop, or was this the
second flood? "Fine! I won’t!" He stated, then turned and walked away.
"Schuldig!" Brad yelled at him.
Schuldig kept walking, his long legs moving him swiftly. [He
wished he could make them stop, but it was as if they had a mind of their
own.]
[He walks, even though he can practically fly.]
"Damn you! Be that way, then!" Brad said bitterly and got into the car,
slamming the door and putting too much on the gas pedal, making it roar, shoot
forward and stall out when he missed the gear. [He vowed
that Schuldig would not be invited to his birthday party. No 'Pin the Tail on
the Donkey' or cheese and pineapple on cocktail sticks for him! He wouldn't be
on his Christmas card list either.] He swore and started it again.
Nagi made sure his seatbelts were on. [We wouldn't
want Brad to be put in any dangerous situations now, would we?]
[It's a good thing I love Weiss Kreuz as
much as I do. Because if I didn't, I would start hating them right about now.]
Nagi sat eating slowly, still not quite awake. He had school today and he’d
been busy last night with his own excursions. Schuldig came down, woken by the
scent of bacon and eggs,
[And does anyone here know
how much bacon and eggs would fucking cost if they're in Japan? Good, I
thought you did. Looks though like SOMEBODY here doesn't.]
and in passing, ruffled his hair and bent to brush a
kiss at his cheek. [This was quite common in Rosenkreuz.
The hardened assassins who taught the children there would dash down to
breakfast and kiss each of their students in turn. It was the least they could
do before a day of torture, rape, and killing. It made it better somehow.] "It’ll sort itself out," He murmured to Nagi’s thoughts.
"Sah, Schu, mind your own business." Nagi said, making a face. Still, he
thought at him. (Will it? How?)
(It will, trust me, you got it easy.) He got out the orange juice and poured
himself a glass.
Nagi went back to his own thoughts.
Schuldig finished the orange juice and got out the stuff to make his own
breakfast.
"So, did you crawl off to your Weiss boy last night?" Brad said coolly.
Nagi was startled, then realized, Crawford was talking to Schuldig. He got up
to put his dishes in the washing machine and to get his butt out of there
before someone tore him a new one off center. He put an arm around Crawford’s
shoulder and gave him a kiss on the temple where he knew it would be least
suggestive of anything but affection for his sort of adoptive father.
[Laugh. Otherwise you'd cry.]
[Since when do fifteen year old boys kiss their
parents?]
"Off to
the grind."
Crawford hugged him in one arm. "Be good, Nagi." He said softly. "I don’t need
you tied up in detention."
"Is that a premonition?"
"With you, always." Crawford said dryly, smacking him on the butt.
[Sometimes, there are things so wrong you don't have a
smart comment for them.]
Great! Another day of feeling as if he were a target. Was it any wonder he was
a paranoid?
At school, Nagi found Omi. "Hi." he said.
[A good start. ...No, wait. Is this not his
mortal enemy? A member of the assassin gang that killed the nun he thought of
as his mother? The one that he spends most of the series trying to kill? THAT
Omi?]
Omi smiled a little. "Hi."
[Riveting dialogue, I notice.]
Nagi smiled back. [Omi smiled some more. Nagi
returned the smile. They kept smiling.]
Omi looked around the empty hall, and then leaned to give the other boy a
quick, furtive kiss on the lips. "Lunch break?"
Nagi nodded. "Hai." [Having talked only in one
language so far, Nagi decided to switch briefly, using the only word he knew.] He said. "Omi-kun."
"Yeah." Omi was all ears for the sixteen year old.
[This often proved useful on missions, but earwax was a
real problem.]
"I.....I....."
Omi waited. [And smiled. And blushed. And
stammered, then smiled some more.]
Nagi blushed and shook his head. "Lunch break." Then he ran off down the hall
to his class.
[Wow, what a meaningful exchange between Omi and Nagi.
I'm sure this story couldn't possibly have gotten along without it.]
[And here, we have what is called a
"pointless interlude."]
It was right in the middle of the day, Crawford was just behind Takatori
[who farted], heading into a restaurant when it
hit him. He managed to hang on to the door handle he was holding open for the
bastard, dark glasses hiding the fact that his eyes were no where near focused
on the job of keeping the asinine politician's corpse safe and alive. 'My
god,' he thought in shock. 'It can't be.....'
[You'd have thought his powers would've prevented shock.]
"Come along, Crawford, I'd like
to eat now." Takatori ordered.
[What would Takatori be eating today, Crawford wondered.
Tamagoyaki, perhaps. Or would he prefer sushi? So many life-changing decisions
to be made, after all. So much more interesting than plotting the planet's
descent into chaos.]
He followed the jerkoff in, to the reserved corner table, no where near
wanting to eat now, not the way his stomach was spinning. Through the meal, he
had to sort out what he had seen in that one horrific vision.
He had to do something. He had to stop it.
He had to change everything leading up to that one moment in time.....or see
the world he knew destroyed. [Isn't that what
Schwarz wants?]
Schuldig was going to love this.
And as the plan formed in his mind.....he realized.....he loved
[Fresca!] it too. [Aww, no
Fresca for Brad ;_;.]
Nagi came home, not that he wanted to. Lunch had been....wonderful, but Omi
had to go work the shop after school and there was no question of giving away
their relationship to his team. Aye, just the thought of him....damn teenage
hormones! [Aye? They're not really Japanese, are they?
They're Scottish! I can just imagine the next artbook featuring them wearing
kilts.] "I’m home!" he hollered, hitting the fridge.
["Ow," the fridge said.]
After a snack, he went up to peek in on Farf, and then to his own room.
Schuldig’s door was shut. Brad’s was too, but that wasn’t unusual. He kept his
room locked all the time. Schu didn’t. Not even when he was naked.
He tapped on Schuldig’s door. "Oi, Schu-schu, you in there?" he rattled the
knob just to make a point.
[It's a little-known fact, but many of the
world's most notorious serial-killers often went by cutesy nicknames. Ted
Bundy, for example, was known as Bun-Bun to his friends.]
"Damnit! What, Nagi?" Schu answered, sounding mildly annoyed.
"What are you up to? You never shut your door, let alone lock it!"
"Fucking Brad, idiot, go do your homework!"
Nagi laughed. "Funny! You wish! You jerk, let me in. I need to ask you
something!" He rattled the knob again.
"Nagi," Brad’s annoyed voice came from behind the door. "Now is not the time."
Nagi’s chin dropped. Then he proceeded to the next conclusion. "Ah, come on,
I’m not falling for that. You’re in there digging a bullet out of him or
something!" [Oh, yeah. Like it would be such a
shock to Nagi if he caught Crawford in bed with Schuldig.]
****** [If anyone knows what this is doing here, please
tell me, because I don't know. Neither the scene nor the time has changed, so
it seems completely unnecessary. The quality of WRITING sure didn't improve.
Maybe this is just a mark indicating where our writer took a break to go get a
snack?]
Brad sighed. He caressed Schuldig’s face, looking into the jade green eyes.
"Nagi, I’m telling you one last time, go away! What ever it is it can wait a
few hours!" He took that pair of wide lips in his mouth, sucking at them
furiously.
[Yeah, it always turns me on when someone
sucks at my lips.]
[This is so not erotic.]
****** [Wow, someone's hungry.]
Nagi frowned. "Ha, some joke! Schu-Schu better be okay in there! The last time
you didn’t take him to the hospital he nearly died!" He kicked the door for
emphasis and went off to sulk.
[You didn't watch the series at all, did
you? Didn't think so.]
****** [Or running low on crack. Crack would explain
about 50% of the glaring errors.]
"He doesn’t believe us." Schuldig gasped when he was allowed to speak again.
"He will soon enough." Brad told him and started to pump him again. "You’re a
noisy slut." [So he's facing him, kissing him
AND pumping him? My, that will be uncomfortable, if it's even possible.]
[We should check the Kama Sutra.]
"Ah....!" Schuldig melted. [And Brad had to stop to mop
him up before they got on with the fucking; imaginary fucking to be precise.
Can you tell what they're doing?]
******
Nagi turned, blinking. What was that?
Had he actually heard what he thought.... [O_O The extra
dot in the ellipsis is staring at me, mommy!]
Schuldig...yelling out Brad’s name..."Mien gott, Brad, harder!" , and then a
sort of yowl...?
He went back to Schuldig’s door and put his ear to it.
"....Baby." Brad’s voice was husky with exertion. "Did you?"
[Schuldich frowned. He wasn't a baby! In fact, he
was almost out of nappies.]
"Jah, mein Lieber!" Schuldig crooned. "Ah, mein Mann, mein schööner Mann..."
It turned into a moan of obvious pleasure.
[Fangirl Japanese may be annoying, but a
least a greater number of readers will understand it.]
[Translation for the above lines: Yes, my sausage! Oh, my beloved salami, my
schooner-pilot…]
"My hot little whore." Bradley said with lustful emphasis.
[Sounds like they're baking brownies to me, how about
you guys?]
Nagi got his ear off the door as if it had been burned.
Well.
That settled that.
He covered his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh and hurried down stairs to the
living room, where he turned on the TV and found a cartoon. If they heard him,
they would think it was from watching the cartoons.
He gasped and laughed himself blue in the face.
[At the same time? Did he aspirate some Pokey or
something?]
[I feel sick.]
The phone had rang incessantly and no one had got it, so Nagi had. He sighed
heavily and trudged upstairs to bang on the door.
"All right, you two, enough is enough!" Nagi yelled. "Takatori’s on the phone
and you’d better talk to him!"
"In a minute!" Brad yelled. "Tell him I’m in the shower!"
"You guys are sick!" Nagi accused, unable to think anything but the worst.....
"You little brat!" Schu yelled. "Not that kind of shower!"
"Whore!" Nagi yelled back gleefully and ran down stairs.
"Guys!" Nagi whined in protested. "What if someone sees you like that!
[Someone might, you know, think you're gay or something.
You're not, right? Hahahaha!]"
All through the drive, they’d been holding hands, and kissing hands and
rubbing thighs and murmuring things and just being incredibly
embarrassing.....
When Brad had parked the car and the seat belts came off, they were
practically in each other’s laps, kissing. [From
rough murderers who can't stop insulting each other, to domestic abuse, to
sex-crazed maniacs, to love-sick teenagers in 60 seconds!]
Brad finally shoved Schuldig off and got out of the car. "Okay." he said,
straitening his clothes. "Enough is enough. We’ve got a job to do." He was
ordering himself as much as the others.
"Pigs." Nagi muttered.
"You mind your mouth." Brad warned him.
Next day, all afternoon and evening, Nagi had waited to get Schuldig alone. "Schu-Schu."
He tugged on his sleeve in yet another building they’d had to slip into to do
a job. [In their SUPER-SILENT Mercedes Benz.]
"What, brat?" Schuldig asked, keeping an eye out. He really wanted to be in
there with Brad, watching him systematically beat the living hell out of one
of Takatori’s enemies as a warning to the fool. "Don’t you know?" Nagi
asked, annoyed. Schu looked at him. "You know being around Brad shuts down my
talent to just when I want to read minds."
[No, it doesn't. Have you even watched the tv series?]
"So read mine!" Nagi hissed.
Schu entered the boy’s mind. (Jah, you’ve got a mess on your hands.) He
grinned wickedly. (Screwing Weiss seems to run in the gang.)
(Do you think I’m in love with him?) Nagi asked. ( I thought.... Tot-chan....but
Omi....) He ran out of words for the feelings he had for Omi.
[Yeah, I'd go to Schuldig for advice on my love life
too.] (Who cares,
you’re having fun. You’re young, enjoy it.) Schu informed him. (Why worry
about love?)
(So what about you and Brad? Is that just ‘‘fun’’? Now that you’ve finally got
him where you’ve always wanted him, you think it’s just ‘‘fun’’?)
Schuldig gave him a light warning smack on the cheek. (I’m serious about Brad,
Nagi. Don’t trash me on this.)
Nagi looked at him with big serious eyes. (You’d better not screw him over the
way you do everyone else, Schuldig. I mean it!)
Schuldig looked at him. Then he reached over and gently smoothed his hair. (
I’m in love, Nagi.) he said softly. "Now stick to business."
Brad came out of the office, shutting the door, straitening his tie, looking a
little flushed with the effort. "Let’s go." He ordered.
[At least TRY to make up mission details.]
Schuldig looked at him and thought how irresistible he was when like this.
Brad saw the look on Schuldig’s face and moved to kiss him. "Let’s go home."
he murmured, caressing the flame hair [getting third
degree burns all over his hands. And he's just had a manicure too!].
Nagi rolled his eyes. [Schuldig rolled them back.]
[Wow! Even Nagi thinks your writing BITES ASS!]
He handed in his lab report and the teacher glanced up, then took a good look
at the slender, undersized boy. He had the most limpid, navy blue eyes, and
such a serious little face. There were dark circles beginning under those
eyes. "Naoe, a moment."
Nagi blinked. What the hell had he done now? "Yes, Sir."
"Are you well?"
"Hai." Nagi said, wondering what had brought this on.
[The teacher frowned at his answering in Japanese.
Should he move this child to "special" class?] "You look tired. Have you been studying too hard? You know your work is
excellent."
"I’m fine, Sir. Just a little tired..."
"You’re not sleeping? Is something wrong at home?"
"No." Nagi said. Then he smiled, and his teacher realized he had never seen
the serious boy smile. "Nothing’s wrong at all."
As he went back to his seat, the girl who had wanted him at her party looked
at him shyly. He smiled at her, too, though it came across as a bit of a
smirk. It was just business as normal at Schwarz. And Omi was meeting him for
lunch....
[That was the worse piece of SHIT that I've ever read,
and I've only gotten started doing this MST. It's a dark, dark day.]
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gundamwing.net]
Kellios [Kellios11
@ hotmail.com]
Vanyel [Vanyel
@ gundamwing.net]
4) Wait 1-4 weeks for us to do to your flames what we did to this fic. Go on.
TRY US.