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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,273
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Never Get to Heaven
Disclaimer: Norna is ours. Kinda. See the freaky pick of Weiss and Schwartz with Aya
in the Ninja mask floating around. The bunnies decided that the black one is Norna. If
you\'ve never seen it, you don\'t want to know ^.^;.
Other than that, we borrowed, but we did not ask. But we didn\'t make any money and
odds are we never will.
For anything.
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One: Heaven Defined
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\"Youuuuuuuji! I do\' wanna go to bed!\"
Youji\'s reply to this came with a slither of cigarette smoke form between his bruised lips.
\"Then don\'t.\"
Ken rolled his eyes and yawned as only he could yawn. His companion chuckled a little
and snorted vapors like a blond dragon. The road sputtered when they hit a wet patch just
outside the dreamy light-lines of the tunnel- so they\'d passed the mountains. How many
times did this make? He\'d lost count. It had just been another mission above or below
the glaucous mists. Which way were they even headed? Fleeing recognition, it didn\'t
matter wither way to him, but the moons rode low and he wasn\'t driving anymore.
Balinese did as he smoked and smoked and smoked himself into his own little cloud...
one which was about to develop residency requirements. \"But I won\'t let you drive
tomorrow then. You can just sit right there and watch me. Never mind that it means you
won\'t have any rights to the stereo, and so you\'ll have to listen to what *I* pick. Ooooh!
Acid jazz! And lots of it.\"
\"But I CAN\'T! You KNOW!\" he was whining now.
\"I wouldn\'t want to sleep there either if I was him, but I wanted a more glamorous death
than the one I\'d get if you slammed us into a semi.\"
A silent string of thoughts wiggled back and forth between them in the dashboard foxfire
of the speedometer, which picked that moment as the one it liked best to flicker, and
thereby get a whack over it\'s head. They both imagined the grinding steel and the
squishing flesh, and grinned all naughty at it.
Sometimes, death just had to be funny. Especially when it missed them for one more
night.
\"Now, you know he\'s been doin\' creepy shit since he showed up.\"
\"Yeah.\"
\"Don\'t let it get t\'ya.\"
\"Easy for you to say.\"
\"Ken...\"
\"I\'m goin\', I\'m goin\'.\"
\"Oyasumi.\"
\"Oyasmeeeee,\" So he got to his feet and it made his shins ache because he hadn\'t stood in
almost eight hours. The rolling motion of the trailer gave him a vertigo to go with the
city-side syncopation of the music that followed him out of the glare of the windshield.
Only by holding himself against the wall did he manage to walk himself back to his
compartment- one of two closet bunks crammed in the back. Parting the door most
gingerly did he sneak up on the summer ghost moonspatter leaking through the dirty
skylight. No one there. He cheered without sound. He high-fived himself. He threw off
all his clothes and left them in the hall so he was naked when he rolled between the
scratchy sheets and thin, squeaky mattress.
Oh, but after all those hours of bumping around in one of the two front seats with puff the
nicotine dragon at his side, this was as close to heaven as he would ever get: all cuddled
up in his sleepy rapture, close to delusional- near enough at least to think this was a close
as he ever wanted to be to paradise- fulfilled by nature any by bouncy fiber fill alone.
They hit mp. mp. He banged his head on the wall above his cot, and the wall promptly
did him great disfavor by NOT knocking him out. The loose ceiling plates of the other
bedroom made mouse sounds that were doubtless big, squishy elephant sounds in
otherwise nearness greater than his own. But he sighed, and shooed the smarting away,
melting in for a good night\'s rest.
Someone slid the other compartment open and slipped on his underwear before rapping
on his door.
\"Ken?\"
Ken rolled over so he back was to the entrance and stuffed his head under a pillow. \"It\'s
open,\" he sighed. \"Come on in.\"
Aya threw the metal screen between them to the side, but then closed it with only half the
clang, scrubbing at his sleep-wet eyes all the while. His hair was bobbing in stray,
crushed curls around his head and his pajama top was halfway open. Ken knew this
because he looked at him after a minute or two of his stillness, in which the swordsman
merely bobbed with the motion of their residence, like any other of their geraniums, all of
which had been sick of blooming lately.
\"Get in,\" he growled, flattening himself on Heaven\'s wall.
Heaven had walls? Now, why did that make sense? And if that part of paradise was so
certain, how come half of his had to be a groggy, distempered swordsman? Let alone one
who had the nerve to knock on someone else\'s door at one in the morning, but yet *not*
to ask if he could share their bed.
Aya\'s weight settled behind him. Ken knew it had just smashed Heaven, or at least run a
funny rut in it. Ken wondered what he\'d do if he needed to pee any time before dawn-
probably drop the other boy on the floor and deal with his complaints later. Aya tugged
on the covers, claiming for himself a disproportionately large share. Ken wondered how
much it would be to fix the jiggling plates in the other bedroom, and if he could dupe
Omi into making him some chicken soup if he caught a chill, as opposed to watching
Omi meet dreams so impudently at his desk.
Like usual.
Aya was becoming usual.
And snoring.
Ken, grumbling between clenched teeth, pitched over beside him and looked him in his
sleeping face, found nothing there but peace, and a little drool.
/My spit cup, my spit cup! My kingdom for a spit cup./
But the moon ducked behind a cloud, presumably to laugh at his predicament there like
he couldn\'t have in a thousand years, and he decided that if he couldn\'t entrance himself
with Aya\'s breathing, he\'d just have to brave the noisy compartment himself. Would that
make Heaven Hell? Or was the other compartment itself Hell?
Or Hell a bloody street corner somewhere?
No matter.
He was just nodding off when he heard it, the most interesting noise Aya had ever made.
At least, that he had heard him make. \"Oh...\" he muttered as if hands befell his nearly
bare chest and kissed his throat. \"Aya-chan... onegai... let me in.\"
Ken almost DID chuckle at this, but instead wiped his teammate\'s stray spit away before
it landed on the pillows he liked to regard as his own.
\"Let me in you.\"
Needless to say, Ken did not sleep a wink after that.
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Never Get to Heaven
Aya\'s Long, Strange Journey Through the Sexual Moors of Life
A Really Saucy Weiss Kreuz Fic by The Queen of Blueberry Toast
[TheKWOBT@hotmail.com] & Vanyel Askevron the Lesser [Vanyel@gundamwing.net]
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Epigraph:
Saa!
[So!]
Nandemo jibunde dekirutte
[You say you can do it all on your own]
Tsuyosaru dake tsuyogattemone
[You say you are strong but even if you are]
Kimi ga inakyananmon dekinaishi
[I can\'t do anything when you\'re gone]
Konna chippokena heyagaimaja
[In this messy room right now]
Chotto dake hiroku mieruyo
[I can see a bit of space]
Reizoukoakerya
[And when I open up the fridge]
Nanmoarya shinai ya
[There\'s nothing inside!]
Saa! Suikondekure
[So! Take it all in!]
Bokuno sabishisa kodokua zebu kimigai
[All my sadness is because of you]
Saa! Kamikudaithure
[So! Let your hair down]
Kudarankotonayamisugiru
[I do so many bad things]
Boku no warui kuseo
[I\'m such an evil guy]
Saa! Warattekure dame na yatsuto
[So! Smile! I\'m no good]
Hanaretekizakunante osoi to
[And it\'s too late to realize we\'re apart]
Saa! Zuke tottekure
[So! Take it from me]
Yappari kimi ga dareyori suki dakara
[After all, I love you more than anyone]
Sayonara dekinai
[So I can\'t say goodbye]
-Mamotte Shugogetten! Cast, OP Theme
in the Ninja mask floating around. The bunnies decided that the black one is Norna. If
you\'ve never seen it, you don\'t want to know ^.^;.
Other than that, we borrowed, but we did not ask. But we didn\'t make any money and
odds are we never will.
For anything.
6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6
One: Heaven Defined
6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6
\"Youuuuuuuji! I do\' wanna go to bed!\"
Youji\'s reply to this came with a slither of cigarette smoke form between his bruised lips.
\"Then don\'t.\"
Ken rolled his eyes and yawned as only he could yawn. His companion chuckled a little
and snorted vapors like a blond dragon. The road sputtered when they hit a wet patch just
outside the dreamy light-lines of the tunnel- so they\'d passed the mountains. How many
times did this make? He\'d lost count. It had just been another mission above or below
the glaucous mists. Which way were they even headed? Fleeing recognition, it didn\'t
matter wither way to him, but the moons rode low and he wasn\'t driving anymore.
Balinese did as he smoked and smoked and smoked himself into his own little cloud...
one which was about to develop residency requirements. \"But I won\'t let you drive
tomorrow then. You can just sit right there and watch me. Never mind that it means you
won\'t have any rights to the stereo, and so you\'ll have to listen to what *I* pick. Ooooh!
Acid jazz! And lots of it.\"
\"But I CAN\'T! You KNOW!\" he was whining now.
\"I wouldn\'t want to sleep there either if I was him, but I wanted a more glamorous death
than the one I\'d get if you slammed us into a semi.\"
A silent string of thoughts wiggled back and forth between them in the dashboard foxfire
of the speedometer, which picked that moment as the one it liked best to flicker, and
thereby get a whack over it\'s head. They both imagined the grinding steel and the
squishing flesh, and grinned all naughty at it.
Sometimes, death just had to be funny. Especially when it missed them for one more
night.
\"Now, you know he\'s been doin\' creepy shit since he showed up.\"
\"Yeah.\"
\"Don\'t let it get t\'ya.\"
\"Easy for you to say.\"
\"Ken...\"
\"I\'m goin\', I\'m goin\'.\"
\"Oyasumi.\"
\"Oyasmeeeee,\" So he got to his feet and it made his shins ache because he hadn\'t stood in
almost eight hours. The rolling motion of the trailer gave him a vertigo to go with the
city-side syncopation of the music that followed him out of the glare of the windshield.
Only by holding himself against the wall did he manage to walk himself back to his
compartment- one of two closet bunks crammed in the back. Parting the door most
gingerly did he sneak up on the summer ghost moonspatter leaking through the dirty
skylight. No one there. He cheered without sound. He high-fived himself. He threw off
all his clothes and left them in the hall so he was naked when he rolled between the
scratchy sheets and thin, squeaky mattress.
Oh, but after all those hours of bumping around in one of the two front seats with puff the
nicotine dragon at his side, this was as close to heaven as he would ever get: all cuddled
up in his sleepy rapture, close to delusional- near enough at least to think this was a close
as he ever wanted to be to paradise- fulfilled by nature any by bouncy fiber fill alone.
They hit mp. mp. He banged his head on the wall above his cot, and the wall promptly
did him great disfavor by NOT knocking him out. The loose ceiling plates of the other
bedroom made mouse sounds that were doubtless big, squishy elephant sounds in
otherwise nearness greater than his own. But he sighed, and shooed the smarting away,
melting in for a good night\'s rest.
Someone slid the other compartment open and slipped on his underwear before rapping
on his door.
\"Ken?\"
Ken rolled over so he back was to the entrance and stuffed his head under a pillow. \"It\'s
open,\" he sighed. \"Come on in.\"
Aya threw the metal screen between them to the side, but then closed it with only half the
clang, scrubbing at his sleep-wet eyes all the while. His hair was bobbing in stray,
crushed curls around his head and his pajama top was halfway open. Ken knew this
because he looked at him after a minute or two of his stillness, in which the swordsman
merely bobbed with the motion of their residence, like any other of their geraniums, all of
which had been sick of blooming lately.
\"Get in,\" he growled, flattening himself on Heaven\'s wall.
Heaven had walls? Now, why did that make sense? And if that part of paradise was so
certain, how come half of his had to be a groggy, distempered swordsman? Let alone one
who had the nerve to knock on someone else\'s door at one in the morning, but yet *not*
to ask if he could share their bed.
Aya\'s weight settled behind him. Ken knew it had just smashed Heaven, or at least run a
funny rut in it. Ken wondered what he\'d do if he needed to pee any time before dawn-
probably drop the other boy on the floor and deal with his complaints later. Aya tugged
on the covers, claiming for himself a disproportionately large share. Ken wondered how
much it would be to fix the jiggling plates in the other bedroom, and if he could dupe
Omi into making him some chicken soup if he caught a chill, as opposed to watching
Omi meet dreams so impudently at his desk.
Like usual.
Aya was becoming usual.
And snoring.
Ken, grumbling between clenched teeth, pitched over beside him and looked him in his
sleeping face, found nothing there but peace, and a little drool.
/My spit cup, my spit cup! My kingdom for a spit cup./
But the moon ducked behind a cloud, presumably to laugh at his predicament there like
he couldn\'t have in a thousand years, and he decided that if he couldn\'t entrance himself
with Aya\'s breathing, he\'d just have to brave the noisy compartment himself. Would that
make Heaven Hell? Or was the other compartment itself Hell?
Or Hell a bloody street corner somewhere?
No matter.
He was just nodding off when he heard it, the most interesting noise Aya had ever made.
At least, that he had heard him make. \"Oh...\" he muttered as if hands befell his nearly
bare chest and kissed his throat. \"Aya-chan... onegai... let me in.\"
Ken almost DID chuckle at this, but instead wiped his teammate\'s stray spit away before
it landed on the pillows he liked to regard as his own.
\"Let me in you.\"
Needless to say, Ken did not sleep a wink after that.
6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6
Never Get to Heaven
Aya\'s Long, Strange Journey Through the Sexual Moors of Life
A Really Saucy Weiss Kreuz Fic by The Queen of Blueberry Toast
[TheKWOBT@hotmail.com] & Vanyel Askevron the Lesser [Vanyel@gundamwing.net]
6*~*9*~*6*~*9*~*6
Epigraph:
Saa!
[So!]
Nandemo jibunde dekirutte
[You say you can do it all on your own]
Tsuyosaru dake tsuyogattemone
[You say you are strong but even if you are]
Kimi ga inakyananmon dekinaishi
[I can\'t do anything when you\'re gone]
Konna chippokena heyagaimaja
[In this messy room right now]
Chotto dake hiroku mieruyo
[I can see a bit of space]
Reizoukoakerya
[And when I open up the fridge]
Nanmoarya shinai ya
[There\'s nothing inside!]
Saa! Suikondekure
[So! Take it all in!]
Bokuno sabishisa kodokua zebu kimigai
[All my sadness is because of you]
Saa! Kamikudaithure
[So! Let your hair down]
Kudarankotonayamisugiru
[I do so many bad things]
Boku no warui kuseo
[I\'m such an evil guy]
Saa! Warattekure dame na yatsuto
[So! Smile! I\'m no good]
Hanaretekizakunante osoi to
[And it\'s too late to realize we\'re apart]
Saa! Zuke tottekure
[So! Take it from me]
Yappari kimi ga dareyori suki dakara
[After all, I love you more than anyone]
Sayonara dekinai
[So I can\'t say goodbye]
-Mamotte Shugogetten! Cast, OP Theme