Crimson White Rose: Part Two

“Will you get off the damn couch!?”

“No.”

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Can’t you at least move your legs?”

An amber eye cracked open. “Can’t you sit on the ground?” pale scarred fingers gestured at the immaculate white marble floor.

“Can’t you go sleep in your room? I wanna watch TV!”

“I was watching TV, just with my eye closed.” Schuldich glanced over to see the television put on the Home Shopping Network where an overly excited woman was selling a new set of kitchen knives. Rolling his eyes, Schuldich pouted and looked back at a lounging Farfello.

“You’ve already ordered six sets of that! Can’t you let me watch something else?!” he crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed. Farf could be a pain in the ass sometimes...well maybe a lot of the time...

*More like ALL of the time...*

“I would have been able to get eight sets if I hadn’t made that stupid bet.” Farfello grumbled as he began to shut his amber eye once again.

“Come on!” Schuldich was growing more impatient by the second. “Move!! And give me the remote dammit!”

“No.” Farfello sat on the remote and grinned smugly at a fuming Schuldich, who was reflecting on the days before Chloe had returned.

//Hey Farf. I need some money.//

//Why?//

//I’m uh..going to go make God cry.//

//Really?!?! That’s great! Take my entire wallet! You can sell some of my clothes if you want...here take my watch!//

*I think I liked the mentally unstable Farf better...but I guess it's good that I don't have to put him in that jacket...*

“Move you’re bony pale ass before I throw it out the fucking window!” Schuldich grabbed Farfello’s foot and yanked violently.

“NO!” Farfello dug his nails into the white leather, making a slight tearing noise.

“Hah! Now if I don’t kill you first Brad will!”

The two continued to bicker as Chloe padded through the living room and into the kitchen, returning with a wrinkled plastic bag of cookies and a brightly-colored soda can. She paused on her journey back to her room and stared silently at her two quarreling roommates with blank gray pools. Schuldich had leaped on the couch and was attempting to kick Farfello off while the Irish man had a death grip on Schuldich’s scalp.

“ETAIIIIIII!!! LETGOLETGOLETGOOOOOOOOOO!”

“NOOOOOOOOO! AGG!! DON’T KICK ME THERE HENTAI!!”

“NANI?!?! I DIDN’T DO IT ON PURPOSE!”

“OH I KNOW YOU DID!!”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”

“I SEE YOU DROOLING OVER BRAD!! AM I YOUR NEW TARGET?!?”

“I‘M GONNA KILL YOU!”

Chloe sighed as her eyes narrowed , her hand lifting slowly towards the ceiling.

“NANI?!?!”

“What the-?!?!”

The couch lifted several feet in the air and turned upside down, throwing a wailing Farfie and Schu onto the hard floor. Both squeaked and quickly scrambled out of the way as the couch fell back down on the tile with a deafening thump.

“Damn neighbors will be complaining again.” Schuldich muttered as he rubbed his fire colored head. He glared over at Chloe. “You know, one of these days you’ll break my beautiful neck and you’ll be sorry then!!”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Oh will I?” she headed back down the hallway. “Maybe one day when you two learn how to share I won’t have to do that.”

“Hai...MOM.” Schuldich said loudly after the girl.

*Well at least now I can...*

Schuldich turned to see Farfello already asleep on the couch.

*DAMMIT!*

***

*I’m so boooooooored!*

Schuldich trudged down the hallway towards his room, planning on taking his pre-lunch nap. He stopped when he could hear the soft clicks of a keyboard coming from Brad’s room. The German nudged open the door a little to find a room completely enveloped in darkness except for the white light emitted from Brad’s computer on which Chloe was typing furiously.

*Whatcha doin’??* Schuldich asked her mentally.

*Research.* she thought back, glancing over momentarily before typing again.

Schuldich softly padded behind the girl and peeked over her shoulder.

*Brad never told me she was the studious type...*

He stared at the monitor to see an anime couple embracing.

*I guess she’s the hopeless romantic type???* he thought, jade eyes blinking at the bright screen. *She never seemed like...HEY WAIT A SEC!!*

“Umm...Chloe?” Schuldich started pointing a long finger at the screen. “Is that a girl or a guy?”

“Guy.”

“Well, then the other one’s a girl right?”

“No.”

“It’s a guy?” Green eyes widened. He grinned evilly and poked her in the arm. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff!!” He sighed loudly and shook his head. “And to think I thought I knew you....”

“I’m not!! Don‘t take this the wrong way!” she said, blushing furiously all the while. “I uh...I’m just trying to see how these guys...erm....express themselves...” she stuttered, growing a deeper shade of red every second.

“So you’re looking at these lovey dovey pictures of Duo and Heero?” Schuldich said, finally recognizing the two bishounen.

“It’s better than Heero and Relena,“ Chloe shuddered. “God I hate her.“

“Yeah she is an ugly bitch. But still...Duo and Heero?“

“Well I don’t know where to look!!”

Schuldich pulled a chair up next to her. “Why dontcha try fanfics?”

“Worth a shot.” Chloe clicked on the button and a large list of fanfics appeared. All of them having “LEMON” written next to the titles in bright yellow.

“Lemon?” Chloe blinked at the screen.

“What’s wrong with a lemon?” Schuldich squinted at the monitor.

“Maybe it’s like lemon cars..and it’s bad?”

“No...why would they all be lemons then?”

“I dunno.”

“Just click dammit.”

“Hai hai!! Chloe clicked on one possessing a mushy title like “Love always” or “Loving you”...you know..one of those ones with love.

Both read in silence..until...

“WHAT THE HELL?!?!” Schuldich eyes bugged out of his head as his breath caught in the back of his throat..

“HOLY-!!” Chloe fell out of her chair and landed gracefully on her ass. She shot back up to see Schuldich’s face inches away from the screen.

“This is awful!” he muttered, as he continued to read.

“Horrible!” Chloe said as she struggled to see the fic over Schuldich’s shoulder.

Schuldich glanced over his shoulder. “You done reading this part?”

“Yeah! Hurry up and click!”

Ten minutes later the two had finished reading. Chloe wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes (something was in her eye! Honto!!), she heard Schuldich sniffle (damn allergies acting up again).

“So..” Schuldich started, looking around casually. “That was dumb.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go...” Chloe wobbled slightly as she stood up from her chair. She faintly smiled at Schuldich and stumbled back to her room.

“Me too.” Schuldich whispered as he pulled himself up and headed towards the door. When he was half way to his room he stopped and glanced around. Hearing nothing he immediately whipped around and bolted to Crawford’s room. He stopped short to see Chloe already in front of the computer.

“What are *you* doing here??” Schuldich said, his hands on his hips. Blue gray eyes looked up and widened.

“I’m uh..well..I..” her eyes narrowed. “What are *you* doing here?”

“Well...I...wanted to read part two.” Schuldich said slowly, pretending to be horribly interested in his bare feet.

Chloe grinned sheepishly. “I already started.” She clapped her hands together. “They make such a cute couple!” she gushed.

“Move over so I can see!”

“Hurry up and read! I want to know what happens!”

Farfello listened silently to the new yaoi fans in the other room. It was usually quiet, except for the occasional fit of laughter, scream, or sniffle.

*Weirdoes.*

***

“It’s Aya san!!!!!” A girl shrieked. Several girls whipped away from Ken and ran over to Aya.

“I didn’t know you worked on Saturdays Aya kun!!!”

“I don’t.” Aya said icily as he pushed his way though the sea of swarming fan girls towards Ken. Ken laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m really sorry about this Aya san...but as you can see I *really* needed the help.”

“Aa.” Aya brushed past Ken and grabbed his apron off a hook in the back of the shop.

“Could you take over the register while I finish these arrangements? And I still have to fix the window display and..”

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“Nani?” Ken’s hands flew up to his face. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s something on it.”

“Huh....” Ken looked at him blankly until realization hit him. He hadn’t had time to do a good job of washing his face since...

Ken blushed slightly. “Oh..that..where is it?”

“On your right cheek...no my right..higher...no your missing it...no a little to the left..no MY left...” Aya sighed at the distressed Ken who was frantically rubbing his cheek with his palm in everyplace EXCEPT where the smudge was.

*Baka*

He walked up to Ken and grabbed his chin firmly. The redhead rubbed a graceful finger across the rust colored smudge that stained Ken’s tanned flesh a few times. Seeing that the spot didn’t want to blend away, Aya licked his index finger and tried again. He gave a small smile of satisfaction as the spot slowly rubbed away.

Ken remembered to live...he was required to breathe. .

“Umm...arigatou Aya san...” he said quietly. He also remembered it was required that you blink every once in a while also.

“Yohji san!! Where have you been?!” a high voice squealed.

Ken jerked his chin from Aya’s loose grasp and whipped around to see Yohji standing at the front entrance.

Peachy.

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