A Bohemian Tragedy
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,953
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ownership
Past: Ownership
Takatori sat in front of Persia’s desk, his hat in his lap, watching his younger brother pace the carpet behind the desk.
“The conversion of the Moulin Rouge into a theatre will cost a fantastic sum of money. So in return, I would require a contract that, um, uh, binds Aya to me exclusively. Naturally, I shall require some security. I shall require the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. I already have what I need to ensure Aya’s complacency, now I must count on yours.”
Persia stopped dead in his tracks. “My dear brother…I….I…
”
Takatori waves one hand through the air. “Don’t think that I’m naive. I shall hold the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, and if there are any shenanigans. . . my manservant Crawford will deal with it in the only language that you underworld show folk understand. Aya will be mine.”
Crawford steps forward out of the shadows and flashes his gun, a look of supreme pleasure on his face. He winces as the thought of the poor hat suddenly assails him.
“I’m not a jealous man,” Takatori continues, crushing his hat in his hands. “I just don’t like other people touching my things!”
Persia has no choice but to comply and he does, signing the deeds with a flourish.
“I understand completely.”
Present
Persia finally had the means and the money to transform his beloved Moulin Rouge into a theatre. The crews moved in as I hurriedly began to write Spectacular Spectacular. Soon the bordello was unrecognizable, and workers scurried everywhere.
Aya and I were having a difficult time finding ways to avoid Persia’s notice. But luckily his brother was much easier to fool. Takatori never seemed to notice the hidden glances that we shared, or the in in our eyes. He only had eyes for Aya, and for thoughts that Aya belonged to him. He didn’t know that I had stolen Aya’s heart.
The play progressed nicely, speed along with Aya acting as my muse. There was a few hitches in places where Aya refused to sing, but I only wrote around him, hoping that he would change his mind before opening act.
I had never been happier than my time spent in secret with him, holed up in my hotel room, leaning on each other and whispering about the past. Aya had completely changed from the person I had first saw. Gone was the sullen anger, replaced by hope and faith that I would somehow help him succeed.
Takatori sat in front of Persia’s desk, his hat in his lap, watching his younger brother pace the carpet behind the desk.
“The conversion of the Moulin Rouge into a theatre will cost a fantastic sum of money. So in return, I would require a contract that, um, uh, binds Aya to me exclusively. Naturally, I shall require some security. I shall require the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. I already have what I need to ensure Aya’s complacency, now I must count on yours.”
Persia stopped dead in his tracks. “My dear brother…I….I…
”
Takatori waves one hand through the air. “Don’t think that I’m naive. I shall hold the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, and if there are any shenanigans. . . my manservant Crawford will deal with it in the only language that you underworld show folk understand. Aya will be mine.”
Crawford steps forward out of the shadows and flashes his gun, a look of supreme pleasure on his face. He winces as the thought of the poor hat suddenly assails him.
“I’m not a jealous man,” Takatori continues, crushing his hat in his hands. “I just don’t like other people touching my things!”
Persia has no choice but to comply and he does, signing the deeds with a flourish.
“I understand completely.”
Present
Persia finally had the means and the money to transform his beloved Moulin Rouge into a theatre. The crews moved in as I hurriedly began to write Spectacular Spectacular. Soon the bordello was unrecognizable, and workers scurried everywhere.
Aya and I were having a difficult time finding ways to avoid Persia’s notice. But luckily his brother was much easier to fool. Takatori never seemed to notice the hidden glances that we shared, or the in in our eyes. He only had eyes for Aya, and for thoughts that Aya belonged to him. He didn’t know that I had stolen Aya’s heart.
The play progressed nicely, speed along with Aya acting as my muse. There was a few hitches in places where Aya refused to sing, but I only wrote around him, hoping that he would change his mind before opening act.
I had never been happier than my time spent in secret with him, holed up in my hotel room, leaning on each other and whispering about the past. Aya had completely changed from the person I had first saw. Gone was the sullen anger, replaced by hope and faith that I would somehow help him succeed.