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: Blood Colors



Fandom: Weiss Kruez



Pairing/Characters: Schuldig/Aya



Prompt: red



Drabble #: 114



Date: July 17, 2012



Word count: 341



Next pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika/Keigo



AN: Can we tell how bored I was? Yeah, I was watching CSI: Miami and CSI all day that day. >> What? I was bored and there wasn’t anything else on.



 



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Lifting the sticky locks, Schuldig smiled softly as his fingers came away bloody and sticky. Aya just gave him a logn look before heading to the shower, pulling off his blood soaked coat off once he was in the bathroom. Schuldig followed after, rubbing his sticky fingers together, guessing that the other male had had to kill someone close to their home due to the redness of the blood in Ayas hair.



 



Schuldig rather enjoyed the colors of blood. It was always so interesting to see the shades it went through. There was the brightness of the red when it first spurted out of a body, quickly darkening in the oxygen rich air that surrounded a body. Then there was the nasty maroon of blood from a deathly ill target and the near black red of dried blood.



 



Looking at the blood on his hand, the same shade of his lover’s hair, he smirked and leant against the door after closing it. Aya just ignored him and pulled off his clothes, dropping them into a hamper as the shower heated up. Stepping in under the fall of water, the younger assassin sighed as the blood washed away in a pinkish hue.



 



Schuldig watched, mind comparing the blood on his hand and the darkening hair of his lover as he washed off. “I think I prefer the color of your hair,” he finally said. Aya looked at him with curious violet eyes as he worked a lather through his hair.



 



“How so?” Aya asked. Schuldig just smiled and slipped out of his own clothing to step in under the shower with him.



 



“It’s a much nicer shade and it doesn’t smell like boiled pennies,” he finally stated as he took over Ayas shampooing of his hair. “It can be as dark as dried blood or as light as fresh. And all without the smell or mess.”



 



Aya gazed at his lover over his shoulder, almost bored looking as the water rinsed out his hair for him. “You’re odd, Schu. Really, really odd.”



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