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WK Christmas Fic: Substitute Santa
Dec. 25th, 2008 12:00 amHeh ... so I had this image in my head of a very grumpy Aya wearing a Santa suit. And, the picture just stuck in my brain ... amusing me quite a lot, in the process. I had to try and write some kind of Christmas story around it. And this is the result -- totally crack-ficcy, but I hope it's at least a bit amusing. Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays to everyone on my F-list!! *huggles all*
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kmktr for her awesome beta assistance on this one!! *gloms*
Substitute Santa
(a wk Christmas fic by tex-chan)
Warnings: Bad Language, Some violence, CrackFic!
Summary: As a favor to Manx, Aya and Yohji take an undercover job at a Tokyo department store to catch a pick pocket. Unfortunately, the assignment forces Aya to tap into his (nonexistent) holiday spirit in order to portray Santa. Will he survive long enough to catch the thief?
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan’s genuine appreciation of Weiss Kreuz and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author’s Note: I readily admit this story is just a bit of holiday fun. It is pretty much total crack fic, but I had fun writing it. I hope someone out there has fun reading it, too.
Aya cursed under his breath and wondered, for the umpteen-millionth time that day, how he had gotten himself into this situation. He stared at the cosmetics counter across from him. His reflection, trapped within the counter’s mirrored surface, showed him living proof of just how dire things had become. Never, in a million years, would he have dreamed he’d find himself sitting on a huge, wooden, throne-like chair in the middle of a department store, dressed as Santa Claus. And yet, here he was -- and here he had been, for three days straight. He was beginning to think this torture would never end. His reflection showed him the gaudy chair with the blue upholstery and the gilded arms and legs, the red suit, black belt, and clunky boots -- complete with huge buckles and a silly hat, and, as if all of that wasn’t enough, the ridiculous, flowing white wig and fake beard. Aya scowled at his reflection, and Santa-Aya scowled back at him. ( Read more... )
Special thanks to
kmktr for her awesome beta assistance on this one!! *gloms*(a wk Christmas fic by tex-chan)
Warnings: Bad Language, Some violence, CrackFic!
Summary: As a favor to Manx, Aya and Yohji take an undercover job at a Tokyo department store to catch a pick pocket. Unfortunately, the assignment forces Aya to tap into his (nonexistent) holiday spirit in order to portray Santa. Will he survive long enough to catch the thief?
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan’s genuine appreciation of Weiss Kreuz and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author’s Note: I readily admit this story is just a bit of holiday fun. It is pretty much total crack fic, but I had fun writing it. I hope someone out there has fun reading it, too.
Aya cursed under his breath and wondered, for the umpteen-millionth time that day, how he had gotten himself into this situation. He stared at the cosmetics counter across from him. His reflection, trapped within the counter’s mirrored surface, showed him living proof of just how dire things had become. Never, in a million years, would he have dreamed he’d find himself sitting on a huge, wooden, throne-like chair in the middle of a department store, dressed as Santa Claus. And yet, here he was -- and here he had been, for three days straight. He was beginning to think this torture would never end. His reflection showed him the gaudy chair with the blue upholstery and the gilded arms and legs, the red suit, black belt, and clunky boots -- complete with huge buckles and a silly hat, and, as if all of that wasn’t enough, the ridiculous, flowing white wig and fake beard. Aya scowled at his reflection, and Santa-Aya scowled back at him. ( Read more... )