A/N: The true nature of evil is often misunderstood. Arbeit Macht Frei.
Seraphim_Grace’s beta is somehow responsible for this.
Crawford often thought his youthful appearance worked against him. He wondered how he’d look with silver streaked hair and wrinkles; he’d never know. Few knew him long enough to become curious and curiosity killed more than the cat.
Possibly Farfarello, quite mad but uncannily cunning, comprehended. Sharp knives and butchery were excellent diversion and distraction, sleight-of-hand; few bothered to ascertain what was actually left behind.
Rosencruz was not, as many thought, located in Germany; it was an older evil; farther east and into the mountains.
It wasn’t actually necessary to sleep in the dirt but it was a welcome comfort.
Земля предков
Кроуфорд часто задумывался о том, как мешает его юношеская внешность. Он размышлял, как смотрелся бы с сединой и морщинами - но не мог этого представить. Немногие знали его достаточно долго, чтобы заинтересоваться такими вещами; любопытство убивает не только кошек.
Возможно, Фарфарелло, совершенно безумный, но по-звериному хитрый, понимал. Острые ножи и мясничество были отличной маскировкой и отвлекали внимание; немногих интересовало то, что пряталось за этими качествами.
...Розенкрейц, в отличие от общепринятого мнения, размещались отнюдь не в Германии; это было куда более древнее зло - зло с восточных гор...
...На самом деле не было так уж необходимо спать в земле. Но это было очень удобно.
A/N: A little continuation from the previous challenge if that's OK... Zombie!Weiss is on the brain right now.
Previously... with gift drabble by GuiltyRed
It was both disgusting and attractive, Schuldig mused. He really hadn't been able to tell the difference in their minds until Crawford had uncovered Kritiker's dirty little secret.
Weiss was different from their Schreint sisters, they believed they were normal, alive.
Complete with phobias.
Dear sweet Ken, Frankenstein's monster with the dark terrible fear of that which killed him. As he should be. Schuldig had brushed up on undead killing techniques and fire was at the top of almost every list.
Deep in the night, he danced in the dreams of the dead and burned it all to Siberian's screams.
Пирофобия
Шульдих полагал это одновременно отвратительным и чарующим. Он на самом деле не мог обьяснить отличие их разумов, пока Кроуфорд не открыл маленький грязный секрет Критикерс.
Вайсс отличались от своих сестренок-Шрайнт. Они верли, что они нормальные живые люди...
Со своими фобиями.
Милый, милый Кен, монстрик Франкенштейна, жутко боящийся того, что его убило... Как ему, собственно, и следовало. Шульдих припомнил способы убиения живых мертвецов - почти везде лучшим признавался огонь.
Глубоко в ночи он танцевал во снах мертвецов, и сжигал их всех до криков Сибиряка.
Любят Кена делать зомбой - а что, неуклюжесть у него уже традиционная в фанноне, да и, э, интеллектом особым он не славится... Опять же, оружие провоцирует...
A/N: Not all zombies are icky, brain hungry, rotting corpses...
Thin wire wound around Manx's neck and tightened dangerously.
"Did you know, Aya hasn't aged?" Cold anger in the normally seductive voice.
"This isn't new Balinese." Her voice was careful. "She didn't age in her coma either."
"I mean Abyssinian. He and Ken haven't aged in three years. I haven't either." A trickle of blood tracked down her throat. "Omi has. Why?"
Ah, Balinese was observant. Unsurprising. "Kritiker told you when we took you in. You are dead men." She turned her head to meet furious eyes. "Some of Masafumi's projects were very useful. Persia was a Takatori after all."
Мертвецы идут
Вокруг шеи Мэнкс обернулась и опасно туго натянулась тонкая проволока.
"Знаешь, а ведь Айя не старится". Холодный гнев в обычно таком соблазняющем голосе.
"Балинез, это не новость". Ее голос был очень-очень осторожным. "Она и в коме не старилась".
"Я имею ввиду Абиссинца. Он и Кен ничуть не изменились за три года. И я тоже". Капельки крови покатились по шее Мэнкс. "А с Оми все в порядке. Почему?".
А, Балинез наблюдателен. Неудивительно. "Критикер же сказали тебе, когда ты присоединился к ним. Ты покойник". Она обернулась, чтобы увидеть яростный взгляд. "Некоторые из проектов Масафуми весьма полезны. А Персия, в конце-то концов, был Такатори".
Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a body of nightmares and fevered dreams.
Then they found a fourth.
A strange, sullen child with empty eyes and an emptier heart…when Schuldig met him, he put his hand to the boy’s chest, recoiling in uncharacteristic fear when he realised there was nothing there.
“He’s not real, Crawford!”
“Of course he is; he’s standing right in front of you.”
“That doesn’t prove a damned thing and you know it.”
And as their argument grew louder, more violent, the creature began to smile.
Characters: Crawford, a demon and an angel... (surprise?)
Author's Notes: I like this idea, I really do. ^_^
Brad Crawford hadn’t consorted with demons, before.
Prior to meeting the feral, rail-thin creature that had been forced into his care, he’d never believed in them, either.
But the creature proved to be very real, and very useful, indeed. It read the minds of men and lead righteous souls astray with a twitch of it’s sensuous hips.
Thus, Crawford could believe in demons, but this…
//he looks down at the white-haired, yellow-eyed madman crouched in the alleyway, his lip curling with well-bred disgust//
“You believe in demons…” His incubi purrs, flicking back wild, flame-bright hair. “…now believe in angels, too.”
Author's Notes: I hope I'm doing this whole tilting thing right. ummm... what can I say... I felt the argue to call it 'my boyfriends back' XD
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It was still to early for the sun. Ken fumbling for his keys when the back door opened. Omi staring wide eyed. Ken apologized with a smile and started to wonder out loud. "Don't worry about it!" Omi said hurrying Ken in. "It's to early for bed, could you work?" Ken didn't feel tired.
He sat in the back room not noticing the door open and shut quickly. Yohji grabbed Aya by the shoulders "He's dead, the doctor said so! It can't be!"
Omi hissed "He'll hear you!" Then smiled "Ken-kun's come back to us."
Aya froze "You did this."
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Title: Ken The Zombie Series: Let me go
Characters: Ken and Omi
Rating/Type: R
Series: Wiess Kreuz
Author's Notes: As Carefree as Ken is. He's sure to notice somethings wrong. And we know when he dose it won't be a pretty sight.
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Ken die a month ago yet, he was working everyday. Never outside.
"I don't belong here, I should be dead." He said that night in his bed.
"No Ken how can you say that! Look." Omi said as he place his ear to the athletes bare chest, the rest cover by the sheets. "I can hear your heart. Can't you feel how real?" Ken grabbed the boy roughly throwing off the sheets.
"CAN YOU FEEL THIS! HOW REAL IS THIS? TELL ME!"
Omi screamed, crying as his hand was placed where Ken's thigh should be, his fingers inches over the bone.
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Title: Ken The Zombie Series: Let it all go
Characters: Omi and Surprise
Rating/Type: PG
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author's Notes: Last one (almost want to write a long fanfic about this). Omi has a talk about what he has done.
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You raised Ken from the dead and finally put him back to rest?
"Go away. You don't understand. Just a few more days. If only he..."
He what? That's right, then he could have walked in the sun. Then everything would be fine! Just one... big... happy... family... right?
"Shut up... I loved him, alive or dead. I needed him! Just a few..."
And the others? Aya and Yohji! How long will you keep them like this too!
"...." Omi stopped rocking himself and looked up at the fade figure.
For months, Nagi hasn't understood exactly why his team dogged so fiercely at Weiss's heels, in hopes of making their lives as miserable as possible before their inevitable (and hopefully messy) end.
After so much time, he doesn't have the heart to tell them their efforts were all in vain. They don't realize they can't kill anyone who's already dead.
Then again, Nagi thinks as Crawford ducks another superhuman slice of Abyssinian's katana, as Schuldich evades near-invisible wire and Farfarello still stands unfazed from a terrific pounding, sometimes even he can't tell the difference between the living and the dead.
A/N: Sometimes you shouldn't chase your victims. You might not know where they're running to.
Farfarello was disappointed. He'd thought this one would have been harder to corner as he loped through the weird little garden.
"Here, kitty, kitty..."
Abyssinian paused at a bright red gate. "Did you know my family was traditional?"
One gold eye narrowed. This was not how it was supposed to go.
"I know a demon when I see one." The swordsman clapped three times. Shapes began to pour out of the darkness, sliding around the Irishman, blocking off every escape.
There were strips of inked paper in Abyssinian's hand.
"You have no allies here, gaijin youkai. I do."
**Kill him.**
Тории
Иногда не стоит преследовать своих жертв. Может быть, ты не знаешь, куда они бегут.
Фарфарелло был разочарован... Он несся прыжками по странному садику и думал, что уж кого-кого, а этого должно бы быть сложнее загнать в угол...
"Кис-кис-кис..."
Абиссинец замер под ярко-красными воротами.
"Ты не знал, что моя семья придерживалась древних традиций?"
Золотой глаз прищурился. Что-то шло не так, как полагалось...
"Когда я вижу демона, я его ни с кем не спутаю". Фехтовальщик трижды хлопнул в ладоши. Из темноты внезапно начали просачиваться какие-то фигуры; они скользили вокруг ирландца, закрывая все пути к отступлению.
В ладони у Абиссинца оказались зажаты полоски исписанной бумаги.
"Гайджинский бес, у тебя здесь нет союзников. А у меня - есть".
**Убейте его**
Второй фразой недовольна. Но проще/более адекватно не получается.
Author's Notes: What if... Schwartz really was inhuman. What if Weiss Kreuz was not really taking place in the real world.
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The sun was bright and the flower shop was full of life. Of lives.
They are dreaming.
"How can this be a dream?"
They will wake to the dark of truth.
"Who am I?!"
Schuldich eyes flow open with a gasp. He looked around founding Farfarello kneeling next to him. "A dream... or someone else... What are you looking at? There's work to do." Farfarello watched him get up. As he walked away Farfarello wanted to say something but Brad held out his arm. "He must learn the truth on his own."
Farfarello shock his head "How long can the dead deny they are dead."
С названием фигня какая-то. Я ж не переводчик, я так, за кефиром вышла... То ли собственность бога смерти, то ли боги смерти... В общем, чует жопа моя, что кто-то здесь налажал, то ли я, то ли автор.
Солнце светило ярко, и цветочный магазин был полон жизни. Жизней.
Они спят.
"Как это может быть сном?"
Они проснутся во тьму правды...
"Кто я?!"
Шульдих, задохнувшись, распахнул глаза. Он огляделся и увидел Фарфарелло, стоящего на коленях рядом с ним. "Сон... или еще что-то... Ну и на что ты пялишься? Мы работать должны". Фарфарелло смотрел, как Шульдих поднимается. Когда тот уходил, Фарфарелло хотел что-то сказать, но Брэд придержал его за руку. "Он сам должен узнать правду".
Фарфарелло потряс головой. "Как долго могут мертвые отрицать, что они мертвы?"
Alles Matsuei/Teamwork/The Unusual Suspects/Puppy Love/Ties That Twist
Title: Alles Matsuei
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Weiss, Yami characters as Schwarz
Series: Kapitel
Crossover: Yami no Matsuei
Author's Notes: This was originally written for fuda_100's fusion challenge. Betaed by Rune.
"They're coming," Hisoka says, and Tatsumi smiles, shadows dripping down the sides of buildings to pool at his feet. Watari tucks his pencils back into his labcoat, shuffles his drawings into his preferred attack order.
Tsuzuki raises his head from the danish he's been gnawing. His teeth are stained red. "Is it the kittens? I like to play with them."
Hisoka nods, tries not to drown in the proximity of Abyssinian's fury. "It's the kittens, but you mustn't play too rough."
"No," Tatsumi murmurs, "not too rough. They're useful yet."
He and Hisoka share a grin.
Weiss round the corner.
END
Title: Teamwork
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Schusoka and Crawsumi, as it were
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Another written originally for fuda_100, sequel to "Alles Matsuei." Betaed by Eliza and Rune.
Tatsumi knows Tsuzuki obeys him only because Hisoka orders it. Tatsumi's shadows don't scare him, and he tears through Watari's monsters like the paper on which they're drawn. Hisoka alone can reach past Tsuzuki's fractured consciousness to the well of feeling beneath, feeding pain or ecstasy as necessary. It's why Muraki sought him out, the demon seed of cursed Kurosaki.
"Your discipline is slipping. I can feel you brooding," Hisoka says. He doesn't look like a demon.
Tatsumi kneels between his thighs. "Does this feel better?"
Tatsumi's task is to provide Hisoka with pleasure to feed.
He has no complaints.
END
Title: The Unusual Suspects
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Yami as Schwarz featuring Nagari
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Prequel to "Alles Matsuei" and "Teamwork." Betaed by Rune and Eliza.
Watari's return to Schwarz is a demotion. He acts suitably distraught and refuses to part with his labcoat. They think it will be a good reminder of his failure. He finds it convenient for carrying pencils and a pad of paper.
Tatsumi greets him with a glint in his eye, and Tsuzuki beams from around a giant cream puff. Good signs that the unfamiliar boy reading beside Tsuzuki is the team member they've waited for.
The boy glances up; Watari almost pities Esset at the look in those eyes.
"He's ours," the boy says. Tatsumi smiles.
"Let's topple an empire."
END
Title: Puppy Love
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Farfazuki
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Betaed by Rune and Eliza. Kudos to Eliza for the title.
One of the kittens smells like Ruka and has her eyes. Tsuzuki pretends not to notice. He thinks Hisoka knows anyway, but Hisoka never shares his secrets. He loves Hisoka for that.
Tatsumi makes Hisoka happy, so Tsuzuki likes him. Watari makes all kinds of toys to play with, so Tsuzuki likes him too. But it's Hisoka Tsuzuki fights for, Hisoka Tsuzuki kills for, and it's for Hisoka Tsuzuki will kill Muraki one day when Muraki forgets and gets close enough again.
Muraki hurt Hisoka before bringing him to Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki can tell. Nobody hurts Hisoka.
Not even Ruka's kitten.
END
Title: Ties That Twist
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Aya and Aya! And Farfazuki and Schusoka
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Not written for fuda_100, in fact. Betaed by Rune and Eliza. Thank you for your indulgence.
Two members of Schwarz wait for him in Aya's room, the youngest and the madman. He doesn't have his katana, but he's killed with his hands before.
"Nobody's killing anyone today," Dionysus says flatly. Cerberus doesn't look up from Aya's face. "We're here to bargain."
"So you say."
"I could make you trust me."
"Why don't you?"
"My Ruka's dead," Cerberus interrupts. "Muraki can't have this one."
He brushes hair from Aya's temple, gentle as a brother. Dionysus' eyes burn her favorite color.
"You understand vengeance. So do we. Yours for ours."
The cat who wore a pot on her head (harpergrey) в wk_100
Title: Burnt
Word Count: 100
Series: Gluhen
Characters: Berger, Giesel, Layla
Rating: PG
As Berger strode down the corridor, heading for the quarters he shared with his teammates, he caught the unmistakable scent of smoke. He increased his pace, wondering what could have happened. Pyrokinetics were notoriously unstable -- anything could set them off.
He opened the door, and stopped short, blinking.
Giesel and Layla looked up guiltily. The girl was holding a pencil, the end covered in sticky goop. Blue flames blazed in Giesel’s palm, and Berger noticed for the first time the sickly-sweet edge to the smoke. “Wanna marshmallow?” Layla offered brightly.
Berger sighed. Schwarz probably never had days like this.
A/N: Okay, I’m using another sense of the word “fire” for this one…but it also invokes the fire in the bosom of the outraged laborer when faced with the rampant injustices of the *rant!* *murfle!* *murfle!* *ahem* Sorry about that…
“They can’t fire us just for asking, can they? Without us, they’d have no show!” Geisel paced angrily around the tiny supply closet that had his and Berger’s name on a handwritten placard taped to the door. “Bogus dressing room, I can’t get a straight answer from the art department, and the voiceover guy screwed up my name! I demand action!”
A swishy redhead and a gray-haired man with a monocle walked by, flanked by beefy security guards.
“Go ahead and complain,” Berger whispered, “but the original actors for those guys tried to go union. Look what happened to them.”
Штрейкбрехеры
"Они же не могут уволить нас просто за требование, верно? Без нас у них никакого шоу не получится!" Гейзер сердито шагал по крошечной гримерке. На двери висела написанная от руки табличка с его и Бергеровским именами. "Придурочный гардероб, дублер мое имя коверкает, да еще от худотдела прямого ответа не добьешься! Надо что-то делать!"
Мимо прошли шикарный рыжий парень и седоволосый мужчина с моноклем. Их сопровождали мускулистые охранники.
"Вперед, жалуйся", - прошептал Бергер, - "Но первые актеры этих персонажей попытались обратиться в профсоюз. Ну и посмотри на них теперь..."
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07.12.2005 в 21:30[tripoverhercats]
Title Pyrophobia
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters: Schuldig, Ken
A/N: A little continuation from the previous challenge if that's OK... Zombie!Weiss is on the brain right now.
Previously... with gift drabble by GuiltyRed
It was both disgusting and attractive, Schuldig mused. He really hadn't been able to tell the difference in their minds until Crawford had uncovered Kritiker's dirty little secret.
Weiss was different from their Schreint sisters, they believed they were normal, alive.
Complete with phobias.
Dear sweet Ken, Frankenstein's monster with the dark terrible fear of that which killed him. As he should be. Schuldig had brushed up on undead killing techniques and fire was at the top of almost every list.
Deep in the night, he danced in the dreams of the dead and burned it all to Siberian's screams.
Пирофобия
Шульдих полагал это одновременно отвратительным и чарующим. Он на самом деле не мог обьяснить отличие их разумов, пока Кроуфорд не открыл маленький грязный секрет Критикерс.
Вайсс отличались от своих сестренок-Шрайнт. Они верли, что они нормальные живые люди...
Со своими фобиями.
Милый, милый Кен, монстрик Франкенштейна, жутко боящийся того, что его убило... Как ему, собственно, и следовало. Шульдих припомнил способы убиения живых мертвецов - почти везде лучшим признавался огонь.
Глубоко в ночи он танцевал во снах мертвецов, и сжигал их всех до криков Сибиряка.
Любят Кена делать зомбой - а что, неуклюжесть у него уже традиционная в фанноне, да и, э, интеллектом особым он не славится... Опять же, оружие провоцирует...
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07.12.2005 в 21:35Challenge: Supernatural
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: Schwarz (Schuldig/Crawford, hinted Farfarello/Aya)
Author's Notes: The end of the 'inhuman' Schwarz arc.
Schuldig constantly had to remind himself that Crawford was human.
It was easy to forget, seeing how the Oracle was the least fallible of them all.
The rest of them, however, were often too human.
Farfarello: Controlled by inchoate, undying rage and brought low by the love of a human sinner.
Nagi: The peace that he strove for, ceaselessly.
Schuldig: The voices that tore him apart and made him scream until his throat was raw.
“Don’t you have any weaknesses, Crawford?” The incubi asked, frustrated. It was only after Schuldig fell asleep that the oracle deigned to reply.
“Yes…there’s you.”
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07.12.2005 в 21:36[tripoverhercats]
Title: Dead Men Walking
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters: Manx and Yohji
Series: Post OVA's
A/N: Not all zombies are icky, brain hungry, rotting corpses...
Thin wire wound around Manx's neck and tightened dangerously.
"Did you know, Aya hasn't aged?" Cold anger in the normally seductive voice.
"This isn't new Balinese." Her voice was careful. "She didn't age in her coma either."
"I mean Abyssinian. He and Ken haven't aged in three years. I haven't either." A trickle of blood tracked down her throat. "Omi has. Why?"
Ah, Balinese was observant. Unsurprising. "Kritiker told you when we took you in. You are dead men." She turned her head to meet furious eyes. "Some of Masafumi's projects were very useful. Persia was a Takatori after all."
Мертвецы идут
Вокруг шеи Мэнкс обернулась и опасно туго натянулась тонкая проволока.
"Знаешь, а ведь Айя не старится". Холодный гнев в обычно таком соблазняющем голосе.
"Балинез, это не новость". Ее голос был очень-очень осторожным. "Она и в коме не старилась".
"Я имею ввиду Абиссинца. Он и Кен ничуть не изменились за три года. И я тоже". Капельки крови покатились по шее Мэнкс. "А с Оми все в порядке. Почему?".
А, Балинез наблюдателен. Неудивительно. "Критикер же сказали тебе, когда ты присоединился к ним. Ты покойник". Она обернулась, чтобы увидеть яростный взгляд. "Некоторые из проектов Масафуми весьма полезны. А Персия, в конце-то концов, был Такатори".
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07.12.2005 в 21:49Challenge: Supernatural
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: Schwarz (Nagi-centric)
Author's Notes: Nagi truly freaks me out...
The demon, the angel and the ‘Other’…
Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a body of nightmares and fevered dreams.
Then they found a fourth.
A strange, sullen child with empty eyes and an emptier heart…when Schuldig met him, he put his hand to the boy’s chest, recoiling in uncharacteristic fear when he realised there was nothing there.
“He’s not real, Crawford!”
“Of course he is; he’s standing right in front of you.”
“That doesn’t prove a damned thing and you know it.”
And as their argument grew louder, more violent, the creature began to smile.
‘Discord.’
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07.12.2005 в 21:55Challenge: Supernatural
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: Crawford, a demon and an angel... (surprise?)
Author's Notes: I like this idea, I really do. ^_^
Brad Crawford hadn’t consorted with demons, before.
Prior to meeting the feral, rail-thin creature that had been forced into his care, he’d never believed in them, either.
But the creature proved to be very real, and very useful, indeed. It read the minds of men and lead righteous souls astray with a twitch of it’s sensuous hips.
Thus, Crawford could believe in demons, but this…
//he looks down at the white-haired, yellow-eyed madman crouched in the alleyway, his lip curling with well-bred disgust//
“You believe in demons…” His incubi purrs, flicking back wild, flame-bright hair. “…now believe in angels, too.”
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07.12.2005 в 21:57It’s a really boring view, but it has to be better than looking him in the eyes. He knows that if he looks, he’ll be lost.
“What do you want, Schuldig?”
“Your heart.” He says, because truth can be so much uglier. Crawford yanks him upward, and blue eyes close, no longer tracking the ceiling.
“I can’t give you that.”
“I’ll settle for your soul.”
Their eyes meet and, for all that Schuldig is the demon, here, he sees Hell in the depths of Crawford’s gaze.
“Who says I have one to give?”
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07.12.2005 в 22:00Characters: Weiss, mostly Ken and Omi
Rating/Type: PG
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author's Notes: I hope I'm doing this whole tilting thing right. ummm... what can I say... I felt the argue to call it 'my boyfriends back' XD
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It was still to early for the sun. Ken fumbling for his keys when the back door opened. Omi staring wide eyed. Ken apologized with a smile and started to wonder out loud. "Don't worry about it!" Omi said hurrying Ken in. "It's to early for bed, could you work?" Ken didn't feel tired.
He sat in the back room not noticing the door open and shut quickly. Yohji grabbed Aya by the shoulders "He's dead, the doctor said so! It can't be!"
Omi hissed "He'll hear you!" Then smiled "Ken-kun's come back to us."
Aya froze "You did this."
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Title: Ken The Zombie Series: Let me go
Characters: Ken and Omi
Rating/Type: R
Series: Wiess Kreuz
Author's Notes: As Carefree as Ken is. He's sure to notice somethings wrong. And we know when he dose it won't be a pretty sight.
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Ken die a month ago yet, he was working everyday. Never outside.
"I don't belong here, I should be dead." He said that night in his bed.
"No Ken how can you say that! Look." Omi said as he place his ear to the athletes bare chest, the rest cover by the sheets. "I can hear your heart. Can't you feel how real?" Ken grabbed the boy roughly throwing off the sheets.
"CAN YOU FEEL THIS! HOW REAL IS THIS? TELL ME!"
Omi screamed, crying as his hand was placed where Ken's thigh should be, his fingers inches over the bone.
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Title: Ken The Zombie Series: Let it all go
Characters: Omi and Surprise
Rating/Type: PG
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author's Notes: Last one (almost want to write a long fanfic about this). Omi has a talk about what he has done.
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You raised Ken from the dead and finally put him back to rest?
"Go away. You don't understand. Just a few more days. If only he..."
He what? That's right, then he could have walked in the sun. Then everything would be fine! Just one... big... happy... family... right?
"Shut up... I loved him, alive or dead. I needed him! Just a few..."
And the others? Aya and Yohji! How long will you keep them like this too!
"...." Omi stopped rocking himself and looked up at the fade figure.
Let them go.
"...never. Their mine. My family! I need them!"
He belongs with me, they both do.
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07.12.2005 в 22:07Challenge: Creepy
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: WeiB (Aya/Farfarello)
Author's Notes: In my mind, the devil looks like a winged Schuldig... O_o
The Devil haunts the White Hunters by night, tempting and testing.
He takes many forms and speaks with many voices.
He comes to Omi, taunting the boy with images of the family he can never have.
To Ken, he is the essence of Yuriko. He is sweetness and a vision of the happiness that Ken selflessly (stupidly) gave up.
Yohji is a vice all on his own. Sometimes, though, the devil brings him dreams of Asuka and Kudou awakes, weeping.
He never bothers Aya, for Aya keeps a yellow-eyed demon in his bed, to keep all other spirits at bay.
Дьявол
Дьявол навещает Белых Охотников по ночам, испытывая и искушая их.
Он принимает множество форм; говорит многими голосами...
Он приходит к Оми, дразня его недостижимыми образами семьи.
Для Кена он - суть Юрико. Он весь - сладость и видение счастья, от которого Кен так самоотверженно (и так глупо) отказался...
Йоджи сам по себе порочен. Но иногда дьявол приносит ему сны об Аске - и Кудо просыпается в слезах.
Но Айю дьявол никогда не беспокоит... Айя держит в постели золотоглазого демона, чтобы остальные духи держались подальше.
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07.12.2005 в 22:10Team: Weiss
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Series: Kapitel, final episode
Characters: Schwarz
For months, Nagi hasn't understood exactly why his team dogged so fiercely at Weiss's heels, in hopes of making their lives as miserable as possible before their inevitable (and hopefully messy) end.
After so much time, he doesn't have the heart to tell them their efforts were all in vain. They don't realize they can't kill anyone who's already dead.
Then again, Nagi thinks as Crawford ducks another superhuman slice of Abyssinian's katana, as Schuldich evades near-invisible wire and Farfarello still stands unfazed from a terrific pounding, sometimes even he can't tell the difference between the living and the dead.
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07.12.2005 в 22:18Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters: Aya and Farfarello
A/N: Sometimes you shouldn't chase your victims. You might not know where they're running to.
Farfarello was disappointed. He'd thought this one would have been harder to corner as he loped through the weird little garden.
"Here, kitty, kitty..."
Abyssinian paused at a bright red gate. "Did you know my family was traditional?"
One gold eye narrowed. This was not how it was supposed to go.
"I know a demon when I see one." The swordsman clapped three times. Shapes began to pour out of the darkness, sliding around the Irishman, blocking off every escape.
There were strips of inked paper in Abyssinian's hand.
"You have no allies here, gaijin youkai. I do."
**Kill him.**
Тории
Иногда не стоит преследовать своих жертв. Может быть, ты не знаешь, куда они бегут.
Фарфарелло был разочарован... Он несся прыжками по странному садику и думал, что уж кого-кого, а этого должно бы быть сложнее загнать в угол...
"Кис-кис-кис..."
Абиссинец замер под ярко-красными воротами.
"Ты не знал, что моя семья придерживалась древних традиций?"
Золотой глаз прищурился. Что-то шло не так, как полагалось...
"Когда я вижу демона, я его ни с кем не спутаю". Фехтовальщик трижды хлопнул в ладоши. Из темноты внезапно начали просачиваться какие-то фигуры; они скользили вокруг ирландца, закрывая все пути к отступлению.
В ладони у Абиссинца оказались зажаты полоски исписанной бумаги.
"Гайджинский бес, у тебя здесь нет союзников. А у меня - есть".
**Убейте его**
Второй фразой недовольна. Но проще/более адекватно не получается.
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07.12.2005 в 22:22Team: Schreint
Word Count: 100 so the web counter claims
Characters/Pairings: Schwartz
Rating/Type: PG-13
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author's Notes: What if... Schwartz really was inhuman. What if Weiss Kreuz was not really taking place in the real world.
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The sun was bright and the flower shop was full of life. Of lives.
They are dreaming.
"How can this be a dream?"
They will wake to the dark of truth.
"Who am I?!"
Schuldich eyes flow open with a gasp. He looked around founding Farfarello kneeling next to him. "A dream... or someone else... What are you looking at? There's work to do." Farfarello watched him get up. As he walked away Farfarello wanted to say something but Brad held out his arm. "He must learn the truth on his own."
Farfarello shock his head "How long can the dead deny they are dead."
С названием фигня какая-то. Я ж не переводчик, я так, за кефиром вышла... То ли собственность бога смерти, то ли боги смерти... В общем, чует жопа моя, что кто-то здесь налажал, то ли я, то ли автор.
Солнце светило ярко, и цветочный магазин был полон жизни. Жизней.
Они спят.
"Как это может быть сном?"
Они проснутся во тьму правды...
"Кто я?!"
Шульдих, задохнувшись, распахнул глаза. Он огляделся и увидел Фарфарелло, стоящего на коленях рядом с ним. "Сон... или еще что-то... Ну и на что ты пялишься? Мы работать должны". Фарфарелло смотрел, как Шульдих поднимается. Когда тот уходил, Фарфарелло хотел что-то сказать, но Брэд придержал его за руку. "Он сам должен узнать правду".
Фарфарелло потряс головой. "Как долго могут мертвые отрицать, что они мертвы?"
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07.12.2005 в 22:47Title: Alles Matsuei
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Weiss, Yami characters as Schwarz
Series: Kapitel
Crossover: Yami no Matsuei
Author's Notes: This was originally written for fuda_100's fusion challenge. Betaed by Rune.
"They're coming," Hisoka says, and Tatsumi smiles, shadows dripping down the sides of buildings to pool at his feet. Watari tucks his pencils back into his labcoat, shuffles his drawings into his preferred attack order.
Tsuzuki raises his head from the danish he's been gnawing. His teeth are stained red. "Is it the kittens? I like to play with them."
Hisoka nods, tries not to drown in the proximity of Abyssinian's fury. "It's the kittens, but you mustn't play too rough."
"No," Tatsumi murmurs, "not too rough. They're useful yet."
He and Hisoka share a grin.
Weiss round the corner.
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Title: Teamwork
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Schusoka and Crawsumi, as it were
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Another written originally for fuda_100, sequel to "Alles Matsuei." Betaed by Eliza and Rune.
Tatsumi knows Tsuzuki obeys him only because Hisoka orders it. Tatsumi's shadows don't scare him, and he tears through Watari's monsters like the paper on which they're drawn. Hisoka alone can reach past Tsuzuki's fractured consciousness to the well of feeling beneath, feeding pain or ecstasy as necessary. It's why Muraki sought him out, the demon seed of cursed Kurosaki.
"Your discipline is slipping. I can feel you brooding," Hisoka says. He doesn't look like a demon.
Tatsumi kneels between his thighs. "Does this feel better?"
Tatsumi's task is to provide Hisoka with pleasure to feed.
He has no complaints.
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Title: The Unusual Suspects
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Yami as Schwarz featuring Nagari
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Prequel to "Alles Matsuei" and "Teamwork." Betaed by Rune and Eliza.
Watari's return to Schwarz is a demotion. He acts suitably distraught and refuses to part with his labcoat. They think it will be a good reminder of his failure. He finds it convenient for carrying pencils and a pad of paper.
Tatsumi greets him with a glint in his eye, and Tsuzuki beams from around a giant cream puff. Good signs that the unfamiliar boy reading beside Tsuzuki is the team member they've waited for.
The boy glances up; Watari almost pities Esset at the look in those eyes.
"He's ours," the boy says. Tatsumi smiles.
"Let's topple an empire."
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Title: Puppy Love
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Farfazuki
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Betaed by Rune and Eliza. Kudos to Eliza for the title.
One of the kittens smells like Ruka and has her eyes. Tsuzuki pretends not to notice. He thinks Hisoka knows anyway, but Hisoka never shares his secrets. He loves Hisoka for that.
Tatsumi makes Hisoka happy, so Tsuzuki likes him. Watari makes all kinds of toys to play with, so Tsuzuki likes him too. But it's Hisoka Tsuzuki fights for, Hisoka Tsuzuki kills for, and it's for Hisoka Tsuzuki will kill Muraki one day when Muraki forgets and gets close enough again.
Muraki hurt Hisoka before bringing him to Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki can tell. Nobody hurts Hisoka.
Not even Ruka's kitten.
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Title: Ties That Twist
Author: Rana Eros
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Aya and Aya! And Farfazuki and Schusoka
Series: Kapitel
Author's Notes: Not written for fuda_100, in fact. Betaed by Rune and Eliza. Thank you for your indulgence.
Two members of Schwarz wait for him in Aya's room, the youngest and the madman. He doesn't have his katana, but he's killed with his hands before.
"Nobody's killing anyone today," Dionysus says flatly. Cerberus doesn't look up from Aya's face. "We're here to bargain."
"So you say."
"I could make you trust me."
"Why don't you?"
"My Ruka's dead," Cerberus interrupts. "Muraki can't have this one."
He brushes hair from Aya's temple, gentle as a brother. Dionysus' eyes burn her favorite color.
"You understand vengeance. So do we. Yours for ours."
That he trusts. "Tell me what you need."
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10.12.2005 в 19:18Великолепная четверка.
- Почему этим... как его... должен быть я? Я что, похож на скелет?
- Если честно, Наги - да.
- Ты вообще молчи... Зараза.
- Я всегда знал, что я - чумовой парень. И вообще, что тебе не нравится? Это придумали не мы, и нечего тут устраивать истерику. Могло быть и хуже.
- Например?
- ПРЕДСТАВЬ НА НАШЕМ МЕСТЕ ВАЙСС.
- Ага... Мир погиб бы от сифилиса.
- Ничего смешного - чтоб ты знал, СПИД зовется чумой двадцатого века. И я знаю одного вечноголодного сибирского котенка...
- Ладно... Но почему нужно ездить на этих идиотских лошадях? ...И я все равно не могу выговорить то слово...
- Наги, повторяй за мной по буквам - А-П-О-К-А-Л-И-П-С-И-С.
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11.12.2005 в 13:51Правила приёма работ на сайт ты знаешь -- жду
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11.12.2005 в 14:45Title: Burnt
Word Count: 100
Series: Gluhen
Characters: Berger, Giesel, Layla
Rating: PG
As Berger strode down the corridor, heading for the quarters he shared with his teammates, he caught the unmistakable scent of smoke. He increased his pace, wondering what could have happened. Pyrokinetics were notoriously unstable -- anything could set them off.
He opened the door, and stopped short, blinking.
Giesel and Layla looked up guiltily. The girl was holding a pencil, the end covered in sticky goop. Blue flames blazed in Giesel’s palm, and Berger noticed for the first time the sickly-sweet edge to the smoke. “Wanna marshmallow?” Layla offered brightly.
Berger sighed. Schwarz probably never had days like this.
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11.12.2005 в 15:57Title: Scabs
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Series: Glьhen
Characters: The Rosenkreuz Thugs® and Schwarz®
A/N: Okay, I’m using another sense of the word “fire” for this one…but it also invokes the fire in the bosom of the outraged laborer when faced with the rampant injustices of the *rant!* *murfle!* *murfle!* *ahem* Sorry about that…
“They can’t fire us just for asking, can they? Without us, they’d have no show!” Geisel paced angrily around the tiny supply closet that had his and Berger’s name on a handwritten placard taped to the door. “Bogus dressing room, I can’t get a straight answer from the art department, and the voiceover guy screwed up my name! I demand action!”
A swishy redhead and a gray-haired man with a monocle walked by, flanked by beefy security guards.
“Go ahead and complain,” Berger whispered, “but the original actors for those guys tried to go union. Look what happened to them.”
Штрейкбрехеры
"Они же не могут уволить нас просто за требование, верно? Без нас у них никакого шоу не получится!" Гейзер сердито шагал по крошечной гримерке. На двери висела написанная от руки табличка с его и Бергеровским именами. "Придурочный гардероб, дублер мое имя коверкает, да еще от худотдела прямого ответа не добьешься! Надо что-то делать!"
Мимо прошли шикарный рыжий парень и седоволосый мужчина с моноклем. Их сопровождали мускулистые охранники.
"Вперед, жалуйся", - прошептал Бергер, - "Но первые актеры этих персонажей попытались обратиться в профсоюз. Ну и посмотри на них теперь..."