Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome, You've Got Mail ❯ Coffee and Confessions ( Chapter 2 )
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By: NanakiBH 
Farfarello finally meets his date and finds that he's as amazing as he was dreaming.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
Farfarello finally meets his date and finds that he's as amazing as he was dreaming.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Guess what; I still don't own anything!
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Welcome, You've Got Mail
Chapter 2
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I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life. I'm not sure why either. I mean, I haven't even seen this guy yet. It might just be the immediate way that he accepted me just from reading about me. Heh, a few minutes ago I could have sworn that I was shocked that I even sent that message. Yeah, this WAS a good idea. Maybe I should go pick out what I'll wear for tomorrow. I want to make a good first impression.
It must have taken me an hour to finally pick out a pair of pants. Or at least it felt like that. I didn't have a single clue in my mind what kind of shirt I would wear with them though. They were denim, and were extremely baggy but that only added to their overall comfort. They had six pockets; all unusually over sized. Besides that they had two sets of zippers on each leg that had no real point and what looked like a million bondage straps on the back.
Next I flew through all of my drawers looking for a shirt. I had thousands of black shirts but nothing with any actual color. Well, if it wasn't black, then it was always blood red. That's the only other color that I approved of. Soon I came to an old Tool shirt I had stored away in the back of one of my drawers. It had the band's name written in an almost aquatic design on the front. And of course, like the rest of the majority, it was black. It was just right in my eyes. It seemed simple enough. At least when you compared it to my pants…
After I had gotten that settled, I opened my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of thick, black socks. They were the most comfortable pair that I ever owned. If my apartment suddenly went up in flames, this would be the only item I would hope to salvage. And finally, I spread my clothes out onto the bed. I nodded to myself in approval, but something just seemed to be missing. Oh hell, if I'm going to look Goth, I need to wear makeup. How did I forget that?
I rubbed the back of my head and walked slowly over to my mirror. I blinked a few times at what I saw. I didn't know what I should do exactly. So I just stood and stared. Why should I go? This image in front of me could frighten anyone. Who was I kidding? He's going to be mortified.
Scars covered my face and arms, but also much more that wasn't seen under my clothes. I was missing an eye to top that off. That wasn't all that bad though. I personally went to someone to have my eyelid stitched closed.
Once I moved my clothes to the end of my bed, I flopped down and tried to think of a way that I wouldn't have to scare him. My eyebrows furrowed. Nope, you just can't make somebody like me look any better…
But suddenly I remembered. He said that he had read my profile. I had described everything that I looked like in it! He shouldn't be shocked if he read the whole thing!
Again, I was filled with the same zeal to meet him as before. Now, where was I? Makeup. Now that I think about it, I should just keep the nail polish on and skip putting anything on my face. Current color of polish: black. Nothing can beat me and my black. I seriously hope he doesn't mind my obsession with it.
"He had better be going through the same kind of stress that I am. That just took me almost an hour!" I said to myself.
I took a half turn and looked back at my computer. What if he doesn't come? I should see if he e-mailed me…
I swiveled the mouse around gently to get my screen saver off. I was greeted by my bright teddy bear background. Why teddy bears, you ask? I only have them because I like to be tortured. Then, I double-clicked gay-o-l's icon. "Truly gay," I said and nodded to myself in confirmation. I brought my shaky hand to the mail icon and reluctantly clicked it. I scrolled until I found another message from my RedMan01.
Subj: Sounds great!
Date: 4/9/2003 10:54:26 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: RedMan01@aol.com
To: GodShdBrn@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Yo, sexy. That sounds sweet. ^_^ I haven't been to that coffee shop yet but I know which one you mean. I've heard some great things about it though. I'll meet you there then. Uhh… I wanna say some other things too but I'm not sure what. *shrugs* I guess that whatever I have to say I'll figure out when we see each other. *kisses* I haven't seen you and I already love you!
C ya tomorrow!
Did he just say that he loved me? Wow… I…
I blushed. At least I think I'm blushing… So I ran to my mirror and sure enough, my cheeks were the same color as what I picture his hair to be.
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Outside of the coffee shop I stood. Above the door hung the sign that read "The Underground" in big, gravel-like writing. Its doors were made of glass which was slightly opaque. Its handles were a shining silver that looked like they had been freshly polished. My tennis shoes made a dull slapping noise on the floor as I entered. It wasn't very bright inside, but for the atmosphere, it seemed well lit. The floors were a black marble and small coffee tables were strewn in various places around the room. It wasn't very big either, but not too small; just right. Above some tables, and two over the counter, were lights that looked like the bulbs that some would put on a Christmas tree… except much bigger.
Everyone in the café was animatedly talking, but I didn't hear anyone with a German accent… nobody with dreamy green eyes… and nobody with gorgeous red hair.
I looked down at my black studded watch. It was 10:11 AM. Well, I guess that being fashionably late wasn't all that bad. I… guess I could wait…
I took a seat near the door and waited for my admirer. On second thought, I'll just go order a latte. So with a shrug, I stood, brushed some invisible dust from my pants and walked nonchalantly to the counter. I leaned my elbows down onto it and brushed my hand through my hair. At the moment my mind was numb but I could faintly hear the door open behind me. Hell, it's not going to be him… "One French Vanilla Latte," I placed my order.
"Does anybody here go by the name 'God Should Burn'?" My head snapped around.
The sexiest man that I had ever seen stood in front of me. He was gorgeous! My jaw slid slightly ajar. He looked as if he had just taken a shower; his hair still looked damp. It was as red as he had told me. And his eyes really were green! Oh God, I love that accent too! I wanted to throw myself all over him right then and there!
"One French Vanilla Latte."
"Oh, um," I stammered. Where'd my voice go? "Thanks."
Am I going to drop my latte or something, because my hands are shaking uncontrollably?
"You must be Farfie. Well, uhh… do you mind me calling you Farfie?"
"Oh, not at all." Did I just say that? I sound like a girl…
"This is really awkward. How about we sit down?" he asked in that sweet, sweet, accent. Are those jeans really as tight as they look? Man and that top too…
Soon, a hand was being waved in front of my face. "Are you alright? You look kinda dazed."
"Sorry, Schu, you're just really…"
"Hey, don't worry about it, you're pretty hot too."
I gulped. "R-really?"
He led me back to the same seats I had picked myself. "Sit down you look like you need to. You're shaking more than my dog after I give him a bath," he laughed.
What's wrong with me? Why is my heart beating so darn fast?
"You're blushing," he said.
I tipped my face down to the table. Am I embarrassed? And why am I shaking so much?
"Shy, maybe?" he asked himself.
"No," I intervened, "I-I'm usually not like this."
"Don't worry. It's to be expected on our first meet, right?" He whispered and stroked his hand through my hair. "You really are very cute. You're just like I pictured; like a cute little rag doll."
"Rag doll?" I blinked a few times.
"Yeah."
"Well, you're even better than I pictured. God, you're hot," I mumbled, eyeing him up. Oh, how I wanted to crush my mouth against his… Holy CRAP?! Where was that from?!
He chuckled. "So, you're anti?"
"Huh?"
"You're anti-Christ, right? That's what-"
"Oh, no. Uh… not anymore. I stopped doing that whole 'hurt God' thing a long time ago."
"The e-mail?"
"It stuck."
"Okay, 'cause I'm Christian and I thought that maybe that wouldn't have worked. But since that was my only doubt and now that it's been cleared up, I have nothing to doubt now." The smile that was on his face was beautiful. How beautiful…
"I think you just zoned out again," he said, leaning over to me. I looked up and my forehead connected with his. We remained like this for several moments until he finally leaned down and gently kissed me. He kissed me!
I licked my bottom lip and just stared.
"I'm… sorry?"
I touch them then and blushed. "N-no! It's not that… well, I mean."
"Do want me to just kiss you again?"
I nodded. And what a great kiss it was… He leaned back over and gently placed those warm lips to mine. I felt like singing, like crying, like laughing, like… like…! He parted slowly. "Yeah, definitely cute."
Well, I have to admit, I do feel a little bit more comfortable around him now. I lifted my latte gingerly. Oh damn, I forgot to ask if he wanted one.
"Do you want one?" I asked.
He shrugged. "You don't have to get me anything."
"Really, if you want something…"
He shrugged again. "What do you suggest?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the table.
I turned around to the counter and tapped my chin. "This one's my favorite. It's the French Vanilla Latte. I also like their Gingerbread Lattes though," I informed. "I don't think I've ever noticed how much I like lattes."
He laughed and mentally I gave myself two thumbs-up. I think I'm really hitting it off with this guy! "I'll just take what you're having then," he said, grinning. That has to be his trademark.
I wandered my way over to the counter and placed my order. I turned around and asked Schuldich if he liked whip cream. He nodded enthusiastically and I told the cashier to add extra.
When I came back he was still smiling. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked and handed him his latte.
"Yes, I never thought that I would do this good finding somebody. And on my first try too! I had looked through a whole bunch of them but when I came to yours I was stunned. I can't say that you were what I was immediately looking for, but somehow you sounded perfect. By the way, this latte's great."
"What other kinds of people did you see on that?"
"Well, there was this other guy who was looking for somebody but under weight… I can't say that I remember it perfectly, but this guy was humungo." He shook his head and cringed. "I was looking for somebody smaller than myself. There was this other guy that was an artist but he sounded too gay; as in the bad kind."
I found myself chuckling now. "I never even thought about dating before I saw your e-mail. I have to admit, the screen name RedMan01 sort of had me turned on."
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, one of my friends had told me that I was his Red Man once so I just kept that. I think that it all started because of my hair."
"Do you have any screen names on AIM?"
"Quite a few, really. It's getting hard to remember them all. Let's see… I have HotHedSchu; that one's thanks to another friend of mine. She always says that I'm a hothead to anybody that we meet. Then I have IcanReadUrMnd. I made that one myself," he laughed. Inside joke actually, some of my friends and I think that I can read minds."
"Tell me what I'm thinking right now."
"You're thinking a number of things though. Anyone does that."
"But what's the main think I'm thinking?"
He narrowed his eyes and brought himself to eye level with me. "You think that my clothes are too tight?" He asked. "Well, I know they're tight, but not TOO tight."
I stared at him dumbfounded. "Damn, you're better than Miss Cleo!"
"Really, I got it right?" he asked, seemingly amazed with himself.
I nodded. "That's really creepy."
He shrugged. "I do it a lot to my friends though. I'm not sure if it's accidental or if I really can. So, do you have any other screen names?"
I brushed a hand through my hair. "Hmm… I've got 1IdFarf, DRanjdSIco, and MntlCaSe."
"Do people think that you're nuts or something?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, the guy in the room next to mine thinks that I'm a psycho."
"What gives him the right to think so?" he asked, leaning in.
I sat back in my chair and rearranged my bondage straps so I could sit comfortably. "It must be because of my scars or something. I get a lot of stares."
His eyebrows furrowed. I could tell that he felt sorry for me.
"It's raining," he said. I'm not sure if he said that just because he noticed it, or if he said that to change the subject. "It's a downpour; I can't have you walking back to your place in this weather. How about you come back to my apartment?" he offered. He's so kind…
I smiled the best I could and nodded. "Okay, that sounds good."
And there you have it; I just won myself a date with the most wonderful guy in the world.
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Author's Notes: Like it? ^.^ I know you do! If you guys want more, just ask. Review!! =^.^= Schu has some fun next chapter showing Farf his place (And his puppy.). And no, it's not going to be a lemon! Too bad. I hope you guys like this, I know I do. ^.^
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Welcome, You've Got Mail
Chapter 2
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I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life. I'm not sure why either. I mean, I haven't even seen this guy yet. It might just be the immediate way that he accepted me just from reading about me. Heh, a few minutes ago I could have sworn that I was shocked that I even sent that message. Yeah, this WAS a good idea. Maybe I should go pick out what I'll wear for tomorrow. I want to make a good first impression.
It must have taken me an hour to finally pick out a pair of pants. Or at least it felt like that. I didn't have a single clue in my mind what kind of shirt I would wear with them though. They were denim, and were extremely baggy but that only added to their overall comfort. They had six pockets; all unusually over sized. Besides that they had two sets of zippers on each leg that had no real point and what looked like a million bondage straps on the back.
Next I flew through all of my drawers looking for a shirt. I had thousands of black shirts but nothing with any actual color. Well, if it wasn't black, then it was always blood red. That's the only other color that I approved of. Soon I came to an old Tool shirt I had stored away in the back of one of my drawers. It had the band's name written in an almost aquatic design on the front. And of course, like the rest of the majority, it was black. It was just right in my eyes. It seemed simple enough. At least when you compared it to my pants…
After I had gotten that settled, I opened my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of thick, black socks. They were the most comfortable pair that I ever owned. If my apartment suddenly went up in flames, this would be the only item I would hope to salvage. And finally, I spread my clothes out onto the bed. I nodded to myself in approval, but something just seemed to be missing. Oh hell, if I'm going to look Goth, I need to wear makeup. How did I forget that?
I rubbed the back of my head and walked slowly over to my mirror. I blinked a few times at what I saw. I didn't know what I should do exactly. So I just stood and stared. Why should I go? This image in front of me could frighten anyone. Who was I kidding? He's going to be mortified.
Scars covered my face and arms, but also much more that wasn't seen under my clothes. I was missing an eye to top that off. That wasn't all that bad though. I personally went to someone to have my eyelid stitched closed.
Once I moved my clothes to the end of my bed, I flopped down and tried to think of a way that I wouldn't have to scare him. My eyebrows furrowed. Nope, you just can't make somebody like me look any better…
But suddenly I remembered. He said that he had read my profile. I had described everything that I looked like in it! He shouldn't be shocked if he read the whole thing!
Again, I was filled with the same zeal to meet him as before. Now, where was I? Makeup. Now that I think about it, I should just keep the nail polish on and skip putting anything on my face. Current color of polish: black. Nothing can beat me and my black. I seriously hope he doesn't mind my obsession with it.
"He had better be going through the same kind of stress that I am. That just took me almost an hour!" I said to myself.
I took a half turn and looked back at my computer. What if he doesn't come? I should see if he e-mailed me…
I swiveled the mouse around gently to get my screen saver off. I was greeted by my bright teddy bear background. Why teddy bears, you ask? I only have them because I like to be tortured. Then, I double-clicked gay-o-l's icon. "Truly gay," I said and nodded to myself in confirmation. I brought my shaky hand to the mail icon and reluctantly clicked it. I scrolled until I found another message from my RedMan01.
Subj: Sounds great!
Date: 4/9/2003 10:54:26 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: RedMan01@aol.com
To: GodShdBrn@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Yo, sexy. That sounds sweet. ^_^ I haven't been to that coffee shop yet but I know which one you mean. I've heard some great things about it though. I'll meet you there then. Uhh… I wanna say some other things too but I'm not sure what. *shrugs* I guess that whatever I have to say I'll figure out when we see each other. *kisses* I haven't seen you and I already love you!
C ya tomorrow!
Did he just say that he loved me? Wow… I…
I blushed. At least I think I'm blushing… So I ran to my mirror and sure enough, my cheeks were the same color as what I picture his hair to be.
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Outside of the coffee shop I stood. Above the door hung the sign that read "The Underground" in big, gravel-like writing. Its doors were made of glass which was slightly opaque. Its handles were a shining silver that looked like they had been freshly polished. My tennis shoes made a dull slapping noise on the floor as I entered. It wasn't very bright inside, but for the atmosphere, it seemed well lit. The floors were a black marble and small coffee tables were strewn in various places around the room. It wasn't very big either, but not too small; just right. Above some tables, and two over the counter, were lights that looked like the bulbs that some would put on a Christmas tree… except much bigger.
Everyone in the café was animatedly talking, but I didn't hear anyone with a German accent… nobody with dreamy green eyes… and nobody with gorgeous red hair.
I looked down at my black studded watch. It was 10:11 AM. Well, I guess that being fashionably late wasn't all that bad. I… guess I could wait…
I took a seat near the door and waited for my admirer. On second thought, I'll just go order a latte. So with a shrug, I stood, brushed some invisible dust from my pants and walked nonchalantly to the counter. I leaned my elbows down onto it and brushed my hand through my hair. At the moment my mind was numb but I could faintly hear the door open behind me. Hell, it's not going to be him… "One French Vanilla Latte," I placed my order.
"Does anybody here go by the name 'God Should Burn'?" My head snapped around.
The sexiest man that I had ever seen stood in front of me. He was gorgeous! My jaw slid slightly ajar. He looked as if he had just taken a shower; his hair still looked damp. It was as red as he had told me. And his eyes really were green! Oh God, I love that accent too! I wanted to throw myself all over him right then and there!
"One French Vanilla Latte."
"Oh, um," I stammered. Where'd my voice go? "Thanks."
Am I going to drop my latte or something, because my hands are shaking uncontrollably?
"You must be Farfie. Well, uhh… do you mind me calling you Farfie?"
"Oh, not at all." Did I just say that? I sound like a girl…
"This is really awkward. How about we sit down?" he asked in that sweet, sweet, accent. Are those jeans really as tight as they look? Man and that top too…
Soon, a hand was being waved in front of my face. "Are you alright? You look kinda dazed."
"Sorry, Schu, you're just really…"
"Hey, don't worry about it, you're pretty hot too."
I gulped. "R-really?"
He led me back to the same seats I had picked myself. "Sit down you look like you need to. You're shaking more than my dog after I give him a bath," he laughed.
What's wrong with me? Why is my heart beating so darn fast?
"You're blushing," he said.
I tipped my face down to the table. Am I embarrassed? And why am I shaking so much?
"Shy, maybe?" he asked himself.
"No," I intervened, "I-I'm usually not like this."
"Don't worry. It's to be expected on our first meet, right?" He whispered and stroked his hand through my hair. "You really are very cute. You're just like I pictured; like a cute little rag doll."
"Rag doll?" I blinked a few times.
"Yeah."
"Well, you're even better than I pictured. God, you're hot," I mumbled, eyeing him up. Oh, how I wanted to crush my mouth against his… Holy CRAP?! Where was that from?!
He chuckled. "So, you're anti?"
"Huh?"
"You're anti-Christ, right? That's what-"
"Oh, no. Uh… not anymore. I stopped doing that whole 'hurt God' thing a long time ago."
"The e-mail?"
"It stuck."
"Okay, 'cause I'm Christian and I thought that maybe that wouldn't have worked. But since that was my only doubt and now that it's been cleared up, I have nothing to doubt now." The smile that was on his face was beautiful. How beautiful…
"I think you just zoned out again," he said, leaning over to me. I looked up and my forehead connected with his. We remained like this for several moments until he finally leaned down and gently kissed me. He kissed me!
I licked my bottom lip and just stared.
"I'm… sorry?"
I touch them then and blushed. "N-no! It's not that… well, I mean."
"Do want me to just kiss you again?"
I nodded. And what a great kiss it was… He leaned back over and gently placed those warm lips to mine. I felt like singing, like crying, like laughing, like… like…! He parted slowly. "Yeah, definitely cute."
Well, I have to admit, I do feel a little bit more comfortable around him now. I lifted my latte gingerly. Oh damn, I forgot to ask if he wanted one.
"Do you want one?" I asked.
He shrugged. "You don't have to get me anything."
"Really, if you want something…"
He shrugged again. "What do you suggest?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the table.
I turned around to the counter and tapped my chin. "This one's my favorite. It's the French Vanilla Latte. I also like their Gingerbread Lattes though," I informed. "I don't think I've ever noticed how much I like lattes."
He laughed and mentally I gave myself two thumbs-up. I think I'm really hitting it off with this guy! "I'll just take what you're having then," he said, grinning. That has to be his trademark.
I wandered my way over to the counter and placed my order. I turned around and asked Schuldich if he liked whip cream. He nodded enthusiastically and I told the cashier to add extra.
When I came back he was still smiling. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked and handed him his latte.
"Yes, I never thought that I would do this good finding somebody. And on my first try too! I had looked through a whole bunch of them but when I came to yours I was stunned. I can't say that you were what I was immediately looking for, but somehow you sounded perfect. By the way, this latte's great."
"What other kinds of people did you see on that?"
"Well, there was this other guy who was looking for somebody but under weight… I can't say that I remember it perfectly, but this guy was humungo." He shook his head and cringed. "I was looking for somebody smaller than myself. There was this other guy that was an artist but he sounded too gay; as in the bad kind."
I found myself chuckling now. "I never even thought about dating before I saw your e-mail. I have to admit, the screen name RedMan01 sort of had me turned on."
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, one of my friends had told me that I was his Red Man once so I just kept that. I think that it all started because of my hair."
"Do you have any screen names on AIM?"
"Quite a few, really. It's getting hard to remember them all. Let's see… I have HotHedSchu; that one's thanks to another friend of mine. She always says that I'm a hothead to anybody that we meet. Then I have IcanReadUrMnd. I made that one myself," he laughed. Inside joke actually, some of my friends and I think that I can read minds."
"Tell me what I'm thinking right now."
"You're thinking a number of things though. Anyone does that."
"But what's the main think I'm thinking?"
He narrowed his eyes and brought himself to eye level with me. "You think that my clothes are too tight?" He asked. "Well, I know they're tight, but not TOO tight."
I stared at him dumbfounded. "Damn, you're better than Miss Cleo!"
"Really, I got it right?" he asked, seemingly amazed with himself.
I nodded. "That's really creepy."
He shrugged. "I do it a lot to my friends though. I'm not sure if it's accidental or if I really can. So, do you have any other screen names?"
I brushed a hand through my hair. "Hmm… I've got 1IdFarf, DRanjdSIco, and MntlCaSe."
"Do people think that you're nuts or something?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, the guy in the room next to mine thinks that I'm a psycho."
"What gives him the right to think so?" he asked, leaning in.
I sat back in my chair and rearranged my bondage straps so I could sit comfortably. "It must be because of my scars or something. I get a lot of stares."
His eyebrows furrowed. I could tell that he felt sorry for me.
"It's raining," he said. I'm not sure if he said that just because he noticed it, or if he said that to change the subject. "It's a downpour; I can't have you walking back to your place in this weather. How about you come back to my apartment?" he offered. He's so kind…
I smiled the best I could and nodded. "Okay, that sounds good."
And there you have it; I just won myself a date with the most wonderful guy in the world.
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Author's Notes: Like it? ^.^ I know you do! If you guys want more, just ask. Review!! =^.^= Schu has some fun next chapter showing Farf his place (And his puppy.). And no, it's not going to be a lemon! Too bad. I hope you guys like this, I know I do. ^.^