Bits and Pieces of Weiss Kruez

BY : fareys_delight
Category: Wei▀ Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 4017
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.


Title: Thesis



Fandom: Weiss Kruez



Pairing/Characters:  Brad/Aya



Prompt: papers



Drabble #: 87



Date: June 20, 2012



Word count: 304



Next pairing: Genma/Naruto



AN: Blah…



 



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“I didn’t know that you had to write a final thesis just to graduate,” Brad said, looking over his rather new lover’s shoulder as the younger male went over his paper with a red pen.



 



“It’s a specialized high school so we have areas of study. And the way things are set up, we write our final paper that falls under said area of study,” Aya stated, writing a new line and striking out an older one.



 



“And your line of study?” Brad asked, moving to sit down next to Aya, pointing at a misspelled word. Aya corrected the word and looked up, glasses perched on his nose.



 



“History. I want to eventually teach it to university students so I had to set the base for it,” he said, blushing slightly and shrugging.



 



“I think you would do wonderfully,” Brad stated, pulling the leaner body close, stealing a kiss. “Does this mean you’re going to drop being an assassin?” he asked, fingers running through blood colored locks.



 



“Not for now. If by the time I get my degree, I want to retire, but I’ll still be on call for when you need me,” he stated, getting a smile from his boyfriend. “I’m also going for a business minor so I can be the day manager, despite us owning the flower shop,” he continued.



 



“That sounds like a good idea. With the business degree, you would be a full partner. It’s still surprising that Omi was able to get one before he got his high school certificates,” Brad snorted, Aya chuckling lowly.



 



“He had time to study, Brad, and he has a brain the size of Albert Einstein’s about things,” Aya said, dropping his thesis down onto the table before standing. “Come help me relax,” he demanded, leading Brad to their rooms with a smirk.



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