Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Portrait of an Assassin as a Young Man ❯ Who's that perv? ( Chapter 3 )

PART 3: Who's that perv?

Then, as if the sex starved playboy leeching away poor Omi's energy with sex at all hours wasn't enough, we got a bondage queen, cross-dressing freak [1] as extra addiction to the team.

>A trenchcoat clad redhead is fighting with a bugnuck wielding Ken on a rooftop.

The brunette manages to tear the single tie holding together the coat the redheaded man is wearing.

As the trench opens it reveals a black spaghetti top and a black leather bondage style choker with matching sprayed on, low slung, trousers.

Before either of the fighters can take any further action a small golden-topped head is nestled against the redhead's chest.

"Call me Master!!!" Enthuses a seemingly love struck Omi, while rubbing his cheek on the firm abdominals covered by the girly shirt.

The redhead keels over in a dead faint, the horny leech, erm teen, still firmly attached. Close by a smoking Yohji watching from a nearby rooftop comments darkly, "poor guy, and he was so cute too!"<

Filled with righteous indignation at how the dirty hentai had propositioned my Omi, without even having been introduced to him, I decided to defend my beloved's honour when next the pervert came our way. Hoping also to impress my dearest with my extraordinary physical prowess, I made things clear from the start.

> Aya, now sporting a deep burgundy, veering on purple, trenchcoat held closed by an impressive amount of buckles steps cautiously into the over crowded flower shop where our heroes all work.

In spite of the covered katana spasmodically clutched in his right hand, the man almost turns tail and runs once he spots his beaming blond nemesis nearby. "Death threats or not" the man thinks "there are worse things than being dead…" before trying to scuttle away.

Before the redhead can make good his escape , though, a powerful hand grabs him by the collar of his new improved anti-groping coat and the brunette from the evening before is suddenly in his face and shouting.

"I'm Hidaka Ken," growls fiercely the soccer fanatic, "pleased to meet you. Just so you know, Omi is mine, asshole, so stop harassing him!"

Said puzzling statement is followed by a sucker punch that nearly sends the peeved katana wielding terror to his knees. The kenkaku[2] retaliates with a shiner and all that follows can be summed up as senseless violence.<

Unfortunately, my display didn't manage to make much of a lasting impression in spite of it having ended with the pervert knocked down and out like a candle for more than two days. The cold bastard kept stepping into the path of True Love.

OK maybe I did watch the Princess Bride a couple times too many, well make that a couple hundreds time too many. Well, bugger me, I am a romantic at heart, nothing odd with that now is there?!

More than once I had to step between my Omi and HIM to have the pervert keep HIS foul paws away from my precious.

OK. No more Lord of the rings for me…

More than anything else, what really bugged me was how he kept trying to fool around with the slut too. Those two timing bastards had better watch out, one false step and one little tear on my Omi's cheeks and their rightful comeuppance will be coming their way.

>Yohji and Aya are sitting on the couch in the mission room trying to work out a fool-proof plan to get rid of Omi's attentions.

The strategy sessions have become more and more necessary as lately the relationship between Ken and Omi has dwindled to almost nothing, leaving the teen with plenty of frustration to work off.

All of a sudden the playboy looks at his partner in escape-from-the-crazed-Omi and observes, "You're really beautiful, you know?"

"Hn, plan," is all the answer the redhead spares him while looking at the ventilation system of the shop, trying to plan possible escape routes through it to their rooms. With a put upon sigh the younger of the two victims has to conclude that said system, while perfect that all sorts of bugs, is hardly fit for human sized escapists.

"Aaaaaaaaayyyyyaaaaaaa." The whine disturbs the icy red headed man's musings. Looking up he finds himself before one very good looking blond haired adult, who goes on to complain some more.

"I haven't gotten some in forever and the jailbait just frightens me so…" insists the blond, "Can I do you?"

"I don't do bottom" icily replies back his redheaded team-mate.

"Pity," sighs Yohji, "neither do I…" A long uncomfortable silence ensues as both men become aware of an undeniable fact. Omi hasn't gotten any in two weeks, since he last corned Ken. *They* however, haven't been getting any ever since they stepped into the Koneko…

"I need some," whimpers the blond, "oh, fuck I'll give it try… you any good?"

Much later a sated Yohji comments, "I don't do top… But I still want rid of the chibi terror!"

"Good" answers back a smug looking Aya, threading one long fingered hand through silky, honey coloured locks, "cause you are mine. Now let's just hope that Omi catches us in the act…"

Before his cohort can manage any kind of answer though a soft voice belonging to a brown haired soccer maniac reaches their ears, "He already did! You dirty hentais!!!! For hurting my Omi prepare to die!!!"

What follows is more senseless violence…<

It fell to me to put back the pieces of a shattered Omi. The revelation that I was glad things had turned out as they did made me realise just how much of a terrible person I am. I was happy to see my beloved hurt by the discovery of his two possible love interests trysting with one another… Well put it like that, I suppose I am just normal…

TBC…

End of 3/5!

Soo… What about Ayan AKA the pervert?

Author's Notes:

[1] Sorry Ayan… but all those buckles make people wonder…

[2] Kenkaku = swordsman