Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Hits Keep Coming ❯ Chapter 18
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: KD Sarge 
Yohji's plan is not the best-laid ever.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2008 | Updated On: 05.02.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 617 | Status: Work In Progress
Yohji's plan is not the best-laid ever.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2008 | Updated On: 05.02.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 617 | Status: Work In Progress
Again, always, for and because of my beloved Ass Anon gang.
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Aya was smart, Yohji reminded himself again as he pulled into the garage, his passenger seat piled with every need of the Meep-about-town. If the redhead realized it was proximity to the Meep that was driving him so far out of his mind—and if he caught on to the fact that Yohji was setting the Meep on him—Yohji shivered. If that happened, all the Kudou-fucking would end, and the Kudou-killing would begin.
So he wouldn't set the Meep on the swordsman, Yohji thought, scooping up his packages and gloating a bit at his brilliant plan. Everyone's favorite Kudou Yohji would lure Meep and Meep-ee both to him.Only the passenger seat was piled with fluffball-goodies. The trunk was full of sexy-bastard-bait.A complete set of Philip Marlowe novels in the original English--Ken owned one, gods knew why, and Aya had borrowed it repeatedly. The finest tea within ten kilometers. Three of the most-talked about foreign films in the last few years. A calligraphy brush set. Drawing pads and pencils. Even an encyclopedia of flowers Yohji could pretend to need help studying.
By gods, "mine" was gonna go both ways.
Yohji staggered into the house, working the door with his knee and managing to keep all the packages if not in his possession, at least in the air. He couldn't wait to get started. He'd get the Meep stuff put away, then find and make friends with the beast. Make sure it knew where to find goodies. By the time Yohji had it trained, his redheaded target's morning shift would be over. Yohji had the day off; he could make sure Aya saw him carry the bastard-bait in--
But Manx was in the kitchen, headed towards the shop with a fluffy ball of miserable Meep in an ornate bird cage. Omi was a step behind her, about to cry. Ken stalked a step behind him, looking pissed.
"Manx-san, please," Omi said, "I've taken good care--"
"No more arguments," the witch growled. "Nguyen--"
"What the hell," Yohji demanded, visions of hot redhead sex burning in his brain, "do you think you're doing?"
"Put a sock in it," Manx said. Omi whined and Ken growled, and Manx sailed out the door.
Meep toys and treats fell around Yohji's feet with the shards of his dreams.
In just a minute, though, Manx was stalking back empty-handed, and Yohji thought about telling her how seriously stupid those damned socks made her look. But Omi said something to her and she clutched her purse and Yohji remembered she had a gun and he didn't.
"Bombay, grow up!" Manx snapped, leaving her purse unopened. Yet. "Siberian, back off, I'm not breaking his fingers!" She glared from one to the other, then settled on Yohji. "We expect an explanation," she said. "Not one of you mentioned bringing that creature home in your reports. You are supposed to be professionals. Kritiker expects..."
She droned on, over Omi and Ken's protests, but a noise was distracting Yohji. It was like...the thrumming of his wire when he held it just right wrapped around--but it was different, too, with a thudding and a bit of cooing--
"Manx," Yohji interrupted, and barely noticed her renewed glare, "where is the Meep?"
"I left it in the shop. Abyssinian at least is not--"
Oh, that was it. The thing must be launching itself against the bars, desperate to stuff itself up Aya's nose or get petted by the fangirls or--
Meep. Aya. Shop.
Fangirls.
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My apologies to those who got tons of notifications--it didn't want to post right.
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Aya was smart, Yohji reminded himself again as he pulled into the garage, his passenger seat piled with every need of the Meep-about-town. If the redhead realized it was proximity to the Meep that was driving him so far out of his mind—and if he caught on to the fact that Yohji was setting the Meep on him—Yohji shivered. If that happened, all the Kudou-fucking would end, and the Kudou-killing would begin.
So he wouldn't set the Meep on the swordsman, Yohji thought, scooping up his packages and gloating a bit at his brilliant plan. Everyone's favorite Kudou Yohji would lure Meep and Meep-ee both to him.Only the passenger seat was piled with fluffball-goodies. The trunk was full of sexy-bastard-bait.A complete set of Philip Marlowe novels in the original English--Ken owned one, gods knew why, and Aya had borrowed it repeatedly. The finest tea within ten kilometers. Three of the most-talked about foreign films in the last few years. A calligraphy brush set. Drawing pads and pencils. Even an encyclopedia of flowers Yohji could pretend to need help studying.
By gods, "mine" was gonna go both ways.
Yohji staggered into the house, working the door with his knee and managing to keep all the packages if not in his possession, at least in the air. He couldn't wait to get started. He'd get the Meep stuff put away, then find and make friends with the beast. Make sure it knew where to find goodies. By the time Yohji had it trained, his redheaded target's morning shift would be over. Yohji had the day off; he could make sure Aya saw him carry the bastard-bait in--
But Manx was in the kitchen, headed towards the shop with a fluffy ball of miserable Meep in an ornate bird cage. Omi was a step behind her, about to cry. Ken stalked a step behind him, looking pissed.
"Manx-san, please," Omi said, "I've taken good care--"
"No more arguments," the witch growled. "Nguyen--"
"What the hell," Yohji demanded, visions of hot redhead sex burning in his brain, "do you think you're doing?"
"Put a sock in it," Manx said. Omi whined and Ken growled, and Manx sailed out the door.
Meep toys and treats fell around Yohji's feet with the shards of his dreams.
In just a minute, though, Manx was stalking back empty-handed, and Yohji thought about telling her how seriously stupid those damned socks made her look. But Omi said something to her and she clutched her purse and Yohji remembered she had a gun and he didn't.
"Bombay, grow up!" Manx snapped, leaving her purse unopened. Yet. "Siberian, back off, I'm not breaking his fingers!" She glared from one to the other, then settled on Yohji. "We expect an explanation," she said. "Not one of you mentioned bringing that creature home in your reports. You are supposed to be professionals. Kritiker expects..."
She droned on, over Omi and Ken's protests, but a noise was distracting Yohji. It was like...the thrumming of his wire when he held it just right wrapped around--but it was different, too, with a thudding and a bit of cooing--
"Manx," Yohji interrupted, and barely noticed her renewed glare, "where is the Meep?"
"I left it in the shop. Abyssinian at least is not--"
Oh, that was it. The thing must be launching itself against the bars, desperate to stuff itself up Aya's nose or get petted by the fangirls or--
Meep. Aya. Shop.
Fangirls.
******
My apologies to those who got tons of notifications--it didn't want to post right.