Fanfic Archive: The Damn Jello Story

(Written: July, 2007)

Warnings: Bad Language. Violence. Jell-O. ('nuff said ^.~)

Summary: Often, it's the quiet, uneventful times that try a person's sanity the most. Sanzo and Gojyo discover this is doubly true when Jell-O is involved.

Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Saiyuki and its characters -- and, well, Jell-O, too. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime or food item 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: Writing challenge response for Sanzo / Jell-O.


The Damn Jell-O Story
(a writing challenge response for Sanzo/ Jell-O)

Sanzo winced as the crowd cheered. The sights, sounds, and smells surrounded him, making him feel trapped and uncomfortable. It was as if the noise took on a life of its own. It seemed to grow and expand -- people laughing, talking, jeering, and cheering -- until it swelled to bursting, enough to fill the small arena and spill over into the night around them.

Sanzo was the only one in the arena who seemed to notice his fellow spectators. Everyone else's attention was riveted on the ring in the center of this open space, their eyes locked on the combatants within as the two fighters circled each other with wary, almost feral expressions, looking for an opening, until, finally, they came together in a clash of power that drew shocked gasps and cries of delight from the watching crowd.

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Fanfiction Archive: Trick or Treat

(Written: October, 2007)

Warnings: Bad Language.

Summary: A mission gone wrong and a rainy Halloween night under a bridge collide to bring Aya face-to-face with Death.

Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Weiss Kreuz and its characters, and of the Discworld and its inhabitants. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime or books 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: Written in response to a writing challenge: Aya / Death. Also inspired by a WK fic prompt: Rainy night under a bridge. Cross-over with the Discworld.


Trick or Treat
(a wk halloween fanfiction by tex-chan)

It had been raining all day -- the kind of steady drizzle that was caught between mist and actual rain. It hung in the air in foggy sheets beneath a lead-gray sky -- not strong or steady enough to qualify as rain, but just enough to soak everything in its path and create a nuisance. The streets had been a slick, slippery mess, which had made the Koneko's regular deliveries more of a pain than usual; especially considering the "delivery truck" was a ridiculously pink scooter that was open to the elements. The shop had been overcrowded -- they hadn't been able to put any of the potted plants outside because of the chilly weather, which had caused them to lose a lot of square footage inside the store. It would have made sense for the rain and the cold wind to keep customers away, giving the four members of Weiss a relatively easy time with their day jobs, for once. But, today was Halloween, and, as luck would have it, the store had been more crowded than usual. They had ended up with bodies -- complete with dripping raincoats, muddy over-boots, and unwieldy umbrellas -- crammed into every inch of open space in the store. It seemed like everyone in Tokyo had decided to throw a Halloween party of some kind, and they had all chosen to visit the Koneko to purchase their centerpieces and floral decorations. A steady stream of costumed kids -- some looking to meet up with friends, and others looking for the free candy Omi had made a habit of handing out on Halloween -- had been interspersed among the adults. The result had been a hectic day that was both mentally and physically exhausting. And, after the last customer had exited the shop, the Weiss florists had been left with muddy, grimy floors puddled with water, walls dotted with finger and hand prints, candy wrappers strewn about the shop, overturned planters, and greasy countertops.

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Fanfiction Archive: Arrivals

(Written: October, 2007)

Warnings: Bad Language.

Summary: Sometimes, the hardest thing about friendship is having to say you're sorry. But caring and small gestures can go a long way toward helping a person express what is in their heart, as Aya discovers during a frustrating trip to the airport.

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.

Inspired By: A fic prompt: "Pineapple"


Arrivals
(a wk fanfiction by tex-chan)

Aya cursed under his breath as he circled the parking garage -- again. The Porsche's tires squealed as he gunned the engine, bringing it around a tight turn and onto the straight-away that led to the next level. The noise echoed away from him, reverberating off of concrete pillars and buttresses to join the rest of the cacophony -- tires squealing in the distance, the throbbing roar of cars driving overhead, honking horns, and the shouted curses of drivers who had grown impatient with the gridlock inside the garage. Aya shared their frustration. He fumed and tapped the steering wheel, beating out an impatient, staccato rhythm with his fingers. It felt like he had been sitting on this stupid ramp for an eternity, and he was ready to be done with this whole ordeal, already. Aya struggled to reign in his irritation. If he started honking, he wouldn't stop -- at least, not until he had rid himself of every angry impulse he had at the moment, and that might take a while. Instead, he settled for glaring at the car in front of him. It had a smiley face bumper sticker. For some reason, that pissed Aya off even more, and he had to fight down the urge to get out of his car and beat the crap out of the other driver. He reminded himself that was not acceptable public conduct, and, instead, settled for entertaining himself with daydreams of slicing and dicing that stupid, simpering, smiling yellow ball -- and the guy who owned it. No one in their right mind should put something that idiotically cheerful on the back of their car; Aya figured the guy was pretty much asking to have the crap kicked out of him.

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Fanfiction Archive: Through the Looking Glass

(Written: October, 2007)

Warnings: Bad Language.

Summary: Everyone needs to belong somewhere. Even Aya. On a rainy night, Yohji helps Aya discover what it means to belong, and what it means to come home.

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

Inspired By: WK fic prompt: Board Games


Through the Looking Glass
(a wk fanfiction by tex-chan)

The door closed behind him with a slight click and the soft rattle of the glass in its window. Aya stood in the Koneko's kitchen, dripping bloody rainwater from the hem of his coat and the soles of his boots, and shivered as the room's residual warmth washed over him. The room was dim, lit only by the single light over the stove, which threw a soft glow across most of the kitchen, while deepening the shadows at its corners. The light reflected back to him from the smooth surfaces -- the front of the refrigerator, the top of the stove, the countertops. The reflections softened the effect of the deeper shadows at the edges of the room, making them seem more friendly and comforting than they should have. It was quiet around him. Aya could hear the hum of the refrigerator, the tick of the clock on the wall near the door, the way the light bulb buzzed over the stove, and a steady drip-drip-drip from the sink -- a leak none of them could seem to fix, no matter how many times they changed the washer in the faucet. The counters were clutter-free and so clean they practically shone in the dim light. The table, likewise, was clean and clear, except for a plate of food -- covered with aluminum foil -- in its center. The kitchen was still warm, heat radiating from the cooling oven. The smells, too, lingered. Good scents, of fresh food prepared by hand and the friendship and companionship that accompanied it. It hadn't been long since the others had finished their evening meal. An hour … two, at the most. For a moment, Aya wondered if they had waited for him, but he shook his head, dismissing the thought almost as soon as it occurred to him. He couldn't imagine anyone doing that for him; in his heart, he believed he wasn't worthy of the kind of caring and friendship that would cause others to do that. He told himself it didn't matter, but, deep inside his soul -- in a place where even he refused to look -- he knew it did. The painful tug at his heart told him as much, as did the fact that he had to force the meandering thoughts out of his head. It hurt too much to think about things he might want but could never have. Things he could never let himself have.

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Fanfiction Archive: A Good Day

(Written: January, 2008)

Warnings: Bad Language. Violence

Summary: Any day that you're alive is a good day. It seems like a simple concept, but is it possible to accept even this simple truth when you are Weiss?

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.

A Good Day
(a wk fanfiction by tex-chan)

"Crap, I'm so freaking bored," Yohji muttered.

The words rode out of his mouth on a stream of smoke as he sank lower in the driver's seat. There was the almost inaudible squeak of leather rubbing against leather while he fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable position in Seven's unyielding bucket seat. It was no use. The seat, like everything else about Seven, was built for performance -- designed to cradle and protect the driver's body while the car buzzed along at high speeds or while it took corners on two wheels. It wasn't meant to serve as a cushy waiting spot during a long, drawn-out stakeout, and Yohji groaned as he gave up, banging his head against the headrest in frustration and sending yet another stream of smoke toward Seven's convertible top, which he had closed tonight because of the threat of rain.

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Fanfiction Archive: Jingle Bells

(Written: January, 2008)

Warnings: Bad Language. Violence

Summary: Who would have thought red jingle bell socks and a good deed could lead to mayhem and Aya tied up in Christmas lights? Well, in Weiss's world, random acts of kindness often lead to painful consequences ... and Christmas cheer only goes so far.

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.


Jingle Bells
(a wk christmas fic by tex-chan ... christmas 2007)


Aya crouched behind the sofa, his back to its bulky arm. He struggled to bring his breathing under control and to silence the pounding of the blood in his ears. He listened to the room around him, gaining a mental picture of the space from the small sounds that traveled across the darkness. He heard the slight buzz of the clock over the stove in the kitchen and the steady drip of the leaky faucet that none of them could fix, no matter how many times they changed the washer. He heard the swish of the dishwasher, clearing up the last remnants of their evening meal, and the hum of the refrigerator. Closer in, he heard the electronic crackle of the television, indicating it hadn’t been off for very long -- probably no more than ten or fifteen minutes -- and Aya couldn’t help but reflect on how quickly everything in his life could go from perfectly normal to complete shit. But he reined those thoughts in; now wasn’t the time to ponder over things like this. Now was the time to listen and move carefully, with all the considerable skill he had acquired during his time as an assassin.

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Fanfiction Archive: Ground Zero

(Written: April, 2008. First story in the GZ-verse.)

Summary: Sometimes, life comes at you a bit too fast, and you're forced to realize how fragile the most important things are. And, when that happens, you find yourself standing at Ground Zero, holding on for all you're worth.

Author's Note: Written as a gift for DeathComes4U, because she's a great friend, who fangirl squeals over Aya with me on IM, and … well, because she asked me to finish this one. Otherwise, it would have languished for eternity in my "not quite done" file.

Warnings: Bad Language. Violence. Shounen-ai.

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.

Ground Zero
(a weiss kreuz fanfiction by tex-chan)



Aya glanced over, frowning as Omi opened the passenger-side door. Aya had been up all night, plagued by nightmares that, although vivid enough to leave him clutching his sheets and gasping for breath in a panicked frenzy, faded into the ether upon his awakening. They had left him with nothing more solid than a feeling of dread-laced unease that settled in his stomach and refused to let go. It was maddening, carrying around this queasy fear, and yet, being unable to face the images head-on. Maddening and irritating -- enough to throw him into one of the deepest black-mood funks he had experienced in a long time. Even the weather seemed to echo his mood. It was chilly and rainy -- gray skies and wet, just as it had been for the past several days.

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Fanfiction Archive: What It's Worth

(Written: August, 2008)

Warnings: Bad Language.

Summary: Sometimes, everyone feels like their life has hit a dead-end, and they have nothing to show for their efforts. No job is perfect, and that is doubly true for the Weiss boys. But friendship can often do the impossible: prove that even an assassin's life has meaning.

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: Written as a gift fic for Genuinelie, because I think she is an awesome writer and a wonderful friend. And, well … everyone needs cheering up sometime, right?

What It's Worth
(a WK giftfic for genuinelie by tex-chan)

Aya stumbled down the deserted street. He was the kind of person who liked getting from the proverbial Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. Yohji always picked on him for being a "fast walker"; whenever he and Aya walked anywhere, Yohji never failed to kid him about it, joking that he was going to have to give up smoking just so he could keep up with Aya's ground-eating stride. Aya couldn't help but laugh under his breath as he thought about what Yohji would say, if he could see him now -- plodding along like a man five times his age, head down and struggling for the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

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Fanfiction Archive: Substitute Santa

(Written: December, 2008)

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.

Substitute Santa
(a wk Christmas fic by tex-chan ... christmas, 2008)

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.

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Fanfiction Archive: Freefall

(Written: May, 2009. Story #2 in the GZ-verse)

Warnings: Bad language; Mild sexual situations/tension

Summary: As he tries to pick up the pieces after a near-death experience, Aya realizes he must deal with the emotions and uncertainty stemming from the kisses he and Yohji shared. Was it really "just a kiss"? Or did it mean something more?

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: This is the second story set in my "Ground Zero Universe". As such, it is a follow up to the events that occurred during "Ground Zero". The stories set within this particular universe are a bit of an experiment for me. In general, I do not write shounen-ai or yaoi stories, but I decided to try and step out of that usual mold -- just a little -- with this series.

"Ground Zero" stories so far: 1. Ground Zero … 2. Freefall



Freefall
(a wk fanfiction by tex-chan … set in the "ground zero universe")


"I don't want to be here," Aya muttered, the words riding out of his mouth on an irritated-sounding sigh as he leaned against a nearby wall and tried to look bored while he watched Yohji scrutinize the building's office directory.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard it all -- five hundred times in the car on the way over here. Give it a rest, already," Yohji replied. He sounded distracted because he was concentrating on the directory's tiny lettering, leaning forward so that his nose practically touched the glass as his index finger ticked off the names and office assignments until he found the right one. "Aha!" he exclaimed, turning around to give Aya a triumphant smile, "Found him. Dr. Bernard Short, office number 10A."

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