Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ This is Not America ❯ This is Not America ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

This Is Not America by Tanith Night
Fandom: WeiÎ² Kreuz
Pairings: Schuldig x Yohji
Warning s: Yaoi, Lime, Song Fic
Disclaimer: Disc laimer: I own the world and everything i n it, up to and including the boys from Weiss
Kreuz. Why am I in a&nbs p;room with padded walls and oh, what an interesting jacket.
Author's Notes: This&nbs p;story takes place after Defecating Ecstasy. ;A request by Axya, I hope you like ;it.
Words and music by David Bowie ;and Pat Metheny. The song first appeared&nbs p;as a bonus track on the
Tonight A lbum.
This is not America, sha la&nbs p;la la la
Yohji and Schuldig emerge d from the room two days later. Ten ;steps down the stairs Yohji stopped
Cra wford, Farfarello, and Nagi gathered at the&n bsp;bottom while Schuldig remained near the t op landing.
A little piece of you
The little peace in me&nbs p;
Will die [This is not a miracle ]
For this is not America
The five sat 'round the table as Crawf ord spoke of the talents known as Healer s. Farfarello laid his
bandage arm upon& nbsp;the table. Carefully he unwrapped his ar m, once again placing it on the table. Nagi
arranged various knives to the left of the scarred arm.
Blossom fails to blo om
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long [This is&nb sp;not America]
For this is not t he miracle
Farfarello dragged a blade&nbs p;across his skin with just enough pressure&n bsp;for beads of blood to emerge
from&nb sp;below. Yohji's hands hovered above the sel f inflicted wound as he concentrated. Easily& nbsp;it sealed.
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky < br> And I could have

The faint est idea
The next was deeper. Minute s later it too was healed. The third&nbs p;was deeper and longer exposing the
inn er workings of the arm. It was too much. Calmly Schuldig brushed Yohji's bangs b ack and
whispered in his ear.
[F or this is not America, sha la la l a la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
This is not america,&nbs p;no, this is not, sha la la la la]
Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon spirals
To the&nb sp;ground [This could be the biggest sky]&nbs p;
So bloody red
Tomorrow's clou ds
Deep within Farfarello's arm muscle&nb sp;slid together, then tissue, and finally th e skin leaving a thin white
line as the only evidence of the knife's point.
A little piece of you
The little piece in me&nbs p;
Will die [This could be a mirac le]
For this is not America < br> Schuldig stood taking Yohji with him as&n bsp;he guided them both over to the couc h. Sitting down Yohji
automatically followed. Placing his head in Schuldig's lap he closed his eyes drifting off.
Ther e was a time
A wind that ble w so young
For this could be ;the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
Schuldig drew his fingers through Yohji's hair, relaxing him&n bsp;and sending him further into dreamland. < br> They remained that way for the next few hours.
[For this is not America,& nbsp;sha la la la la, sha la la la& nbsp;la, sha la la la la
This&nbs p;is not america, no, this is not, sha&n bsp;la la la
This is not america, no, this is not

This is&nbs p;not america, no, this is not, sha la&n bsp;la la]