Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Yohji Kudou, International Man of Parody ❯ Yohji and Schu prepare to meet ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ann H 
Our heroes thoughts before they meet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 764 | Visits: 500 | Status: Work In Progress
Our heroes thoughts before they meet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 764 | Visits: 500 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Yohji Kudou, International Man of Parody
Author: Ann
Rating: R. Yaoi, baby, yeah! Foul language, violence, sexual imagery of the m/m variety.
Pairings: It would spoil the fun to tell you; from the title, you can assume Yohji gets some. Male/male situations, though mostly implied. Be adult or be gone.
Notes: Parody of the Austin Powers films and of Weiss Kreuz. Austin Powers characters belong to the very funny Mike Myers, Michael McCullers and New Line Cinema. Weiss Kreuz characters belong to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. This is fan fiction, and no profit is made from this endeavor. Parody is a long-standing, protected form of free speech.
## - Indicates telepathic speech
// - Encases song lyrics
Warnings: Bizarre and lame humor. OCC? Of course! Character bashing? Yes, but just in fun... well, mostly. ::snickers:: Character deaths, bad language, bad puns, just... bad.
Feedback: Feedback would be greatly appreciated at Ann89103@lvcm.com.
Archive: Ask and you shall receive.
***
(Two days later)
Yohji Kudou was not a happy fashion photographer/superspy/shagmeister extrordinaire.
Based on the information obtained by Omi Elucidation, Brad Evil and four assassins were heading to Japan to disrupt the World Cup soccer finals.
He wouldn't be able to use his groovy spy plane! Or his gorgeous speedboat/submarine/floating palace of love! How very uncool of his adversary; didn't he know all bizarre plans to take over the world required a variety of exotic locations and neat gadgetry?
Well, at least he had his beloved Shaguar, and a midnight rendezvous with his mysterious spybabe to look forward to. After all his adventures across time, could this be it? Would he finally meet his match, the perfect woman, the one who could not only attract Yohji Kudou, but keep him? Could this Shuldig be the ultimate sex bomb?
Nah... that was me! Yohji couldn't hold back a slight chuckle, but the laughter was tinged with sadness. It was lonely at the top of the spy game. No one understood the pain that came with being Tokyo's defender and resident Love God!
Yohji shook his head, rousing himself from his reverie. He had a spybabe to 1) meet 2) shag and 3) obtain enough Schwarz secrets from to move the plot along, no, no, to use in saving the world!
Yohji paused to take in his loveliness displayed in the wall of mirrors lining his bedroom. From every angle, he was met with a vision of beauty: his long, lean body encased in black leather, with strategic rips and tears in the material, allowing alluring glimpses of gleaming skin to escape. Sturdy boots with three-inch heels molded to his legs, rising to mid-thigh. Thin silver chains lined his arms and legs, crossing his chest as well. Finally, a small leather collar graced his throat.
He'd seen similar clothing on a rock group named Kiss, in a music video from the seventies. Or was it the eighties? Maybe the nineties?
No matter, the clothes were fabulous, though he ditched the heavy makeup: no need to hide his natural beauty. With one final run of hands through his sumptuous honey-colored hair, Yohji Kudou swept out of his lair.
Time for another fabulous adventure. Yeah, baby, yeah!
***
Schuldig was enjoying every moment: he was lost in the music, feet pounding, hips swaying, arms raised above his head, his fiery-colored hair swinging wildly with each movement. He loved nightclubs, loved the freewheeling atmosphere, the colors, the music, the blurring of thoughts that came from the reveler's alcohol consumption.
It was nice to be able to relax his mental shields for a short while, rebuild their strength while waiting for his contact to arrive. He'd certainly been working hard on this case; dealing with the twisted minds of the Schwarz group was not a simple task.
He was looking forward to meeting this Yohji Kudou, the time-traveling Eurasian superspy assigned to this mission. He'd studied the information provided by the European Union, as well as that sent to him by Omi Elucidation. While intrigued by the 'Don't let him mess this up!' message Omi had scrawled across a large photo of Kudou, Schuldig was more interested Yohji Kudou's large list of successful missions: the man was good at his job.
Schuldig smirked. He would enjoy working with a professional for once, someone whose skills and sense of adventure matched his own. And in the process, he might be able to work on Yohji Kudou's one apparent weakness, if the photographs he had been given were even close to reality:
The man had absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever!
***
End part four
Author: Ann
Rating: R. Yaoi, baby, yeah! Foul language, violence, sexual imagery of the m/m variety.
Pairings: It would spoil the fun to tell you; from the title, you can assume Yohji gets some. Male/male situations, though mostly implied. Be adult or be gone.
Notes: Parody of the Austin Powers films and of Weiss Kreuz. Austin Powers characters belong to the very funny Mike Myers, Michael McCullers and New Line Cinema. Weiss Kreuz characters belong to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. This is fan fiction, and no profit is made from this endeavor. Parody is a long-standing, protected form of free speech.
## - Indicates telepathic speech
// - Encases song lyrics
Warnings: Bizarre and lame humor. OCC? Of course! Character bashing? Yes, but just in fun... well, mostly. ::snickers:: Character deaths, bad language, bad puns, just... bad.
Feedback: Feedback would be greatly appreciated at Ann89103@lvcm.com.
Archive: Ask and you shall receive.
***
(Two days later)
Yohji Kudou was not a happy fashion photographer/superspy/shagmeister extrordinaire.
Based on the information obtained by Omi Elucidation, Brad Evil and four assassins were heading to Japan to disrupt the World Cup soccer finals.
He wouldn't be able to use his groovy spy plane! Or his gorgeous speedboat/submarine/floating palace of love! How very uncool of his adversary; didn't he know all bizarre plans to take over the world required a variety of exotic locations and neat gadgetry?
Well, at least he had his beloved Shaguar, and a midnight rendezvous with his mysterious spybabe to look forward to. After all his adventures across time, could this be it? Would he finally meet his match, the perfect woman, the one who could not only attract Yohji Kudou, but keep him? Could this Shuldig be the ultimate sex bomb?
Nah... that was me! Yohji couldn't hold back a slight chuckle, but the laughter was tinged with sadness. It was lonely at the top of the spy game. No one understood the pain that came with being Tokyo's defender and resident Love God!
Yohji shook his head, rousing himself from his reverie. He had a spybabe to 1) meet 2) shag and 3) obtain enough Schwarz secrets from to move the plot along, no, no, to use in saving the world!
Yohji paused to take in his loveliness displayed in the wall of mirrors lining his bedroom. From every angle, he was met with a vision of beauty: his long, lean body encased in black leather, with strategic rips and tears in the material, allowing alluring glimpses of gleaming skin to escape. Sturdy boots with three-inch heels molded to his legs, rising to mid-thigh. Thin silver chains lined his arms and legs, crossing his chest as well. Finally, a small leather collar graced his throat.
He'd seen similar clothing on a rock group named Kiss, in a music video from the seventies. Or was it the eighties? Maybe the nineties?
No matter, the clothes were fabulous, though he ditched the heavy makeup: no need to hide his natural beauty. With one final run of hands through his sumptuous honey-colored hair, Yohji Kudou swept out of his lair.
Time for another fabulous adventure. Yeah, baby, yeah!
***
Schuldig was enjoying every moment: he was lost in the music, feet pounding, hips swaying, arms raised above his head, his fiery-colored hair swinging wildly with each movement. He loved nightclubs, loved the freewheeling atmosphere, the colors, the music, the blurring of thoughts that came from the reveler's alcohol consumption.
It was nice to be able to relax his mental shields for a short while, rebuild their strength while waiting for his contact to arrive. He'd certainly been working hard on this case; dealing with the twisted minds of the Schwarz group was not a simple task.
He was looking forward to meeting this Yohji Kudou, the time-traveling Eurasian superspy assigned to this mission. He'd studied the information provided by the European Union, as well as that sent to him by Omi Elucidation. While intrigued by the 'Don't let him mess this up!' message Omi had scrawled across a large photo of Kudou, Schuldig was more interested Yohji Kudou's large list of successful missions: the man was good at his job.
Schuldig smirked. He would enjoy working with a professional for once, someone whose skills and sense of adventure matched his own. And in the process, he might be able to work on Yohji Kudou's one apparent weakness, if the photographs he had been given were even close to reality:
The man had absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever!
***
End part four