Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Drabble Equations ❯ life-changing ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: frk_werewolf 
for livejournal's wk100's prompt: Life-Changing Event
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 406 | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
for livejournal's wk100's prompt: Life-Changing Event
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 406 | Visits: 207 | Status: Completed
Title: Only Chance
Team: Weiss
Character: Aya
Note: How is this a life-changing event? I don't know. But Aya seems to think it is.
This was the moment. The pure and simple moment that would open up the rest of his life. It had to be done slowly and carefully. Heaven forbid he destroy his chances. For this was true survival. If he lost tonight, how could he survive much longer?
But if he won? Oh, the glory that would be bestowed upon him! Aya fought down a twisted smile. Yes, this night would change everything. Aya allowed his eyes to travel from one enemy to another. One spoke, and he knew this was his chance. Aya opened his mouth to reply.
“Go fish.”
Title: The Weapon
Team Weiss
Character: Farfarello, Crawford
Farfarello felt like a child in a candy store. He eagerly kneeled before the glass counter, watching as the florescent lights dancing across the blades. Each knife was carved and designed for a specific purpose in mind. Humming to himself, Farfarello crawled across the ground, moving from one end of the display to the other. He had to find the knife meant for his purpose, after all.
And then, fate! A slow grin appeared on Farfarello’s face and he pointed at the weapon he wanted.
“Put it on our account.” Crawford ordered, before turning to Farfarello. “And welcome to Schwarz.”
Title: First Inside
Team: Weiss
Character: Yohji
Note: Surely fashion can count as a rite of passage? *snerk*
Sweat sliding between flesh and cloth. The crinkle of material, bunching in his hands. A slight groan, followed by a rustle. Hips jerking forward, backward, and side to side. A slip, but it’s caught in time. Finally, he eased inside and gave a soft sigh.
He was surprised that it felt so tight. Surely he had been inside them before? Yohji wiggled a bit and let out a happy moan. He slid his hands along sharp hips and a firm buttocks, before nodding with satisfaction.
Yohji winked into the mirror. “The first leather pants of the fall. Perfect. Simply, perfect.”
Team: Weiss
Character: Aya
Note: How is this a life-changing event? I don't know. But Aya seems to think it is.
This was the moment. The pure and simple moment that would open up the rest of his life. It had to be done slowly and carefully. Heaven forbid he destroy his chances. For this was true survival. If he lost tonight, how could he survive much longer?
But if he won? Oh, the glory that would be bestowed upon him! Aya fought down a twisted smile. Yes, this night would change everything. Aya allowed his eyes to travel from one enemy to another. One spoke, and he knew this was his chance. Aya opened his mouth to reply.
“Go fish.”
Title: The Weapon
Team Weiss
Character: Farfarello, Crawford
Farfarello felt like a child in a candy store. He eagerly kneeled before the glass counter, watching as the florescent lights dancing across the blades. Each knife was carved and designed for a specific purpose in mind. Humming to himself, Farfarello crawled across the ground, moving from one end of the display to the other. He had to find the knife meant for his purpose, after all.
And then, fate! A slow grin appeared on Farfarello’s face and he pointed at the weapon he wanted.
“Put it on our account.” Crawford ordered, before turning to Farfarello. “And welcome to Schwarz.”
Title: First Inside
Team: Weiss
Character: Yohji
Note: Surely fashion can count as a rite of passage? *snerk*
Sweat sliding between flesh and cloth. The crinkle of material, bunching in his hands. A slight groan, followed by a rustle. Hips jerking forward, backward, and side to side. A slip, but it’s caught in time. Finally, he eased inside and gave a soft sigh.
He was surprised that it felt so tight. Surely he had been inside them before? Yohji wiggled a bit and let out a happy moan. He slid his hands along sharp hips and a firm buttocks, before nodding with satisfaction.
Yohji winked into the mirror. “The first leather pants of the fall. Perfect. Simply, perfect.”