Damn.
I badly want some kuRt and bis translations. (sighs)
Where can I get some?
Anyone knows?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Opening A Residential Home
The small size
art combine and the gallery will present inclination from 15.11.2008 to 12.28.2008 every Tuesday to Sunday 16-22 clock the smallest Leipzig Christmas Market! The program includes
:
exhibitions of paintings, drawings, photography, sculpture, packaging art, art postcards and calendars, glassware, books, CDs and more. At the same time it is
:
readings to the exhibitions with the themes of Advent and Christmas stories, winter-crime stories, horrible, terrible and bad. * * Clearcutter
Some of the art exhibited there can be purchased.
All other info in the blog on Myspace.
gallery art combine in the Merseburg 4./Schräglage Straße 25 (around the corner or on the even better life), 04229 Leipzig Plagwitz.
art combine and the gallery will present inclination from 15.11.2008 to 12.28.2008 every Tuesday to Sunday 16-22 clock the smallest Leipzig Christmas Market! The program includes
:
exhibitions of paintings, drawings, photography, sculpture, packaging art, art postcards and calendars, glassware, books, CDs and more. At the same time it is
:
readings to the exhibitions with the themes of Advent and Christmas stories, winter-crime stories, horrible, terrible and bad. * * Clearcutter
Some of the art exhibited there can be purchased.
All other info in the blog on Myspace.
gallery art combine in the Merseburg 4./Schräglage Straße 25 (around the corner or on the even better life), 04229 Leipzig Plagwitz.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Is It Good For You Raisin Juice
drowned_emotion @ 2008-10-26T15:37:00
Nature is not just linear. It does not work on the principle. If A then BB may or may not happen.
Ihr wollt die Schreie der Tiere nicht hören - wir have to disturb your sleep.
Animal liberation, human rights - one struggle, one fight.
No forgiveness, no forgetting - killers have names and addresses.
No forgiveness, no forgetting - killers have names and addresses.
go wide circles of our society from the overriding necessity of animal experimentation. But the necessity of animal testing is based on myths, not facts. The myths about the animal experiments will be distributed, must be disseminated, because it would collapse otherwise a pseudo-scientific system in itself. Because it would quickly clear without these myths, that the animal experiment of humanity not only does not help, but havoc on the contrary, enormous damage to humans and animals.
A myth has no author, there is no one who has told these myths first. A myth is formed, is condensed and is believed by all and carried . By us, consciously or unconsciously. Of course there are parties who benefit from these myths, seek to substantiate this mythology that we want to stop at seeing through this nebulous fairy tale. But no one can prevent us to use our minds and to expose the animal test system for what it is: a brutal attempt produce at the expense of sensitive organisms with health-and sell - for social recognition and economic benefits. The myth of the necessity of animal experimentation has infiltrated us like a brainwashing, it requires substantial personal and societal efforts to exempt themselves from this myth. myths dissolve again, leaving only the question of how could it ever be possible that the myth was believed. The myth of the animal consists of a whole network of myths that we will see below.
A myth has no author, there is no one who has told these myths first. A myth is formed, is condensed and is believed by all and carried . By us, consciously or unconsciously. Of course there are parties who benefit from these myths, seek to substantiate this mythology that we want to stop at seeing through this nebulous fairy tale. But no one can prevent us to use our minds and to expose the animal test system for what it is: a brutal attempt produce at the expense of sensitive organisms with health-and sell - for social recognition and economic benefits. The myth of the necessity of animal experimentation has infiltrated us like a brainwashing, it requires substantial personal and societal efforts to exempt themselves from this myth. myths dissolve again, leaving only the question of how could it ever be possible that the myth was believed. The myth of the animal consists of a whole network of myths that we will see below.
Nature is not just linear. It does not work on the principle. If A then BB may or may not happen.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wedding-program-wording-thankyou
3. Naruto Dating
"And you get the mad parrot lover with the animal rights action. Any questions? "Sasuke looked around and sat down contentedly as he answered only shake his head.
The date was a week ago and everything as always.
Sakura could not understand it.
The others might have found nothing unusual, but it was the day after the date was memorable a day. One to which they would remember for ever and ever.
On the day that Sasuke Uchiha with an obvious hangover (!!!) (!!!) (!!!) too late burst in their morning meeting.
first she had talked to Naruto. He was tolerable with hangover, while Sasuke only so fired with files around. During the lunch break
visited him in his restaurant. He held on to his coffee cup as if it were the only thing that kept him alive.
know "you, I have no headaches, I is not bad, but I'm dead tired. Beer is definitely underestimated. "He took a big gulp," I'm sorry that yesterday was not as talkative "She shrugged. the shoulders.
Naruto was hereingetorkelt to the door, went to the fridge, had even opened a beer, sat on the couch and fell asleep ten minutes later. Sakura had then heaved him with loud insults to bed drunk and still be full of beer before they slept with him. That was the advantage of a gay friend, even though he claimed that he was bi.
"It's okay." She murmured, knowing that they would have killed him almost as if he was snoring loudly next to her and she nearly died of curiosity.
"The evening was not very spectacular. We talked a bit, well, nothing special halt. "Naruto shrugged his shoulders, he realized too late the light in Sakura's eyes.
"You have ... spoken? Just as Sasuke Uchiha has opened his mouth? "She stammered excitedly, her hands clawed into the strap of her laptop bag. Sakura had never heard him talk freely. In court, yes. With business customers. With it, even rarer. At receptions where, if we sent it not hired on a "Hello! Oh it here too. Well then, nice evening. "Or" Back there is the Buffet "went out, really like not so good.
"Um, yes?" Naruto eyed her critically, while he wondered if Sakura responded really funny or be it adult male was when he had first thought. "Actually it was actually quite cool. I want to call him sometime. He still has my CD. "
That was the moment when Sakura began girl logic.
girl called logic in itself a task that can be difficult to explain. It is a kind of analysis of the unknown. Take for example a chance meeting of two pairs of eyes and that turns when it is first passed through the girl logic machine: "He stands for weeks on you. Immediately he will speak to you, sit ever the date of the woman doctor, you will need soon the pill "
Yes, the proverb. Make a mountain out of a molehill 'is fairly close to the work logic of the girls used. However, and this is the curious thing, the truth is ratio of girls logic in a full 50 percent.
were in this case, the combination of the words: Remember CD, and call those Sakura's brain said in flushes. This coupled with the word data yielded only one thing:
"Oh my God, Naruto," she squealed excitedly. "Do not start. Sasuke will call you up anyway. "
girl logic is actually quite a discriminatory term for this kind of thinking process. Girl logic is common in men. Phrases like, "How is the only on such bullshit" all have their origin in a fit of girl logic. Only Naruto ... was different.
One can call it honest or just plain stupid. Anyway, he was somewhat confused by Sakura and the excitement could not share their groundbreaking
revelation.
was the usual. Took him only his now empty cup in the hand and led him to two related chairs, like a nurse its nearly ninety year old patient.
"Naruto," she said with the voice of the nurse. "It's like something from clear that Sasuke needed a reason to you yet to see. You know, he's such a sensitive person ... "
" Of that I'm up now but still nothing noticed. "Naruto interrupted her. It was simply not in his nature to follow patient monologues. A property that when Sakura was sometimes dangerous. She was literally a strong woman.
Today does not. Today they raised quite a benevolent mother like her hand and made a "Tschhh.", While they sounded more like a librarian on drugs, but it had its effect. Naruto held the door.
"So. He is such a sensitive person and then, so here too. course he could not you just ask Sun You know, he has subtly and make way, that's just the way his style, you know? "
Naruto did not understand it, but nodded. This would shorten the interview considerably. He knew from experience. "So I will call Sasuke?", He summarized the essential.
"No, no. Not only call. He will call you do. "Sakura beamed at him as if they had discovered the ninth wonder of the world. And in some ways it was true.
"And ... there's a difference? "he asked cautiously.
"And ob Naruto, Naruto ... you have a genuine Have left impression on him. "Her eyes flashed with recognition. So she had him naturally.
"Oh, you know," he leaned back in his chair, his voice cool points "That was it clear from the beginning." He coughed slightly, "Do you know everyone wants a piece of Uzumakikuchen. "
" Sasuke , definitely, "said Sakura. And Naruto nodded.
"Sasuke, on every case."
It was Kiba, who interrupted ten minutes later. He admitted the salt and pepper shaker from the table, eyeing his two friends critical. Naruto was known for something ... to be different. But that he and Sakura sat at a table and whispered that was new.
It was so new that no one had dared to interfere. However, Naruto slowly took it really, really in the kitchen, so Kiba as saying was "You're his friend, you're doing it." Dispatched.
That was the reason why he was clearing a clean table. "Um girls Coffee is all the gossip. "He said as he rumwirbelte with a cloth in the air. "I clean now." Sakura's cheeks were flushed slightly, probably from the whole and giggeln cackle. She packed her things quickly, and pressed another kiss on Naruto's cheek. All normal so far. Really scary but Naruto's blue eyes were wide open, as they turned towards him slowly. As innocent as a child. ". You know Kiba," he whispered, "He will call me." Only to then giggling to go to the kitchen.
sat with one click He spreaders back on the table. As I said, that was ... new.
was less spectacular Sasuke's reaction, as Sakura knocked on his door an hour later. For there was none. Encouraged them not: to have "No" heard she cautiously opened the door and stuck her head through the gap.
you could just see even more like a pill box, stuffed in a desk drawer, was before dark eyes turned to her. "What do you want?"
The shape of a friendly invitation for a chat was in his office. She waved with a file folder, their ticket to some time and Sasuke entered the room. "I'm in the dates for our little road accident victims." She beamed at him. He pointed with his hand on his desk chair over, stood on the Sakura was too eagerly, while Sasuke zuschob the papers on the table.
"five cars in two years. As a tree was in the way, there a guard rail. Once even a level crossing. Someone had better clean our dear Mrs. Sanders did not ride back to. As someone familiar with such a register's front court is beyond me. Single Problem for us, until now, sat in such accidents are his son at the wheel. "She said, while it was convenient. This was her way of small talk. Others talked about the weather to get a conversation going, it had to be with Sasuke facts. "One detail that we can play down enough." Continues it its reasoning. "We just need to take a lawyer to the other party can hardly get a word."
"That you failed from least." Sakura grinned and clasped her hands crossed in front of the knees. Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. His way accept it. Without them to consider further, he began the files on his desk around to push and herumzutippen on his keyboard. For Sakura meant that he said the conversation ended.
She leaned further back in her chair. His long, slender fingers flew over the keyboard and his eyes were fixed on the screen. The shutter was lowered half and shut out so much of the daylight. She watched his Face exactly the pale of the bluish glow of the monitor and looked pale, his eyes, which reflected a portion of the screen.
, So that's a man in love, 'she thought and smiled.
"you know .." left off, she began, a minute silence was passed and neither the steady tap, yet they had somehow moved. She began to swing her legs. "I've heard since that yesterday you very ... were talkative. "Tapping the keyboard stopped immediately. Sasuke Eyes bored into her, but he said nothing. She decided to become even more explicit. "I have also heard that because someone forgot a CD in your car has ..."
"Is that so?" Sasuke's fingers were still on the keyboard while you face looked exactly and without intending it, she shuddered with his intense gaze.
"Yes, this is so." Sakura hated these moments when she felt inferior to Sasuke. "And of course you have not noticed at all ...", she tried to play with irony.
Of course not. " This morning, I took a taxi. ", His tone was sober, she brought out the concept. "But last night, Sasuke. I know you, there is absolutely nothing to which you do not think. ", Her smile made her look more confident than she felt. But there she was exercise. She was a lawyer and worked with Sasuke Uchiha. That came with the job. to
He sighed and took a hand off the keyboard to rub his forehead with the other he leaned on the desk.
"Sakura. You are an intelligent Girls. Why do you work here. Tell me how much alcohol you have to drink so that your IQ drops to the level of a pea? "
" I'm just now ...", she stammered. Too uncertain to hide it can. He waved his hand. "Please. I have to work. So if you ... "he handed her the file, with which they had come originally. She had to get up to grab them. Stunned, she stalked to the door. What had they done wrong? She had been so sure of himself. All the characters had voted. It was ... It could not be.
"But ... they want him back but you ? Give, "it blurted out to her as she had her hand already on the doorknob.
"I will ask Hinata to get them and bring them to you. You can then take it for him. "He muttered, his eyes already on the screen.
As I said, the opportunities for girls logic amount to a meager 50 percent accuracy.
"He did not call." Naruto read fall down on the chair and looked reproachfully at Sakura. The iced tea just now to the still largely in the glass was swept over and wü ; rde soon a sticky film behind. Too violently, he had to pop on the table. Naruto groaned and wiped his fingers on his pants. That was one of his habits, the Sakura expel him
Today they held her mouth. God, she had dreaded this moment. From Wednesday was Thursday cleared of Thursday Friday and they had given Naruto neither the CD, yet. It was cowardly, but Naruto had been so happy, he was so happy. Cruel it would take him from his cloud down too soon, the answer could not. It would be hostile, rude and just very, very wrong was.
And also ... they then had to admit that she had been wrong.
And with the pushing out, the ever-increasing bad conscience had come. Like a monster they pursued it. It was under her bed, in the filing cabinet, between the lenses of her lunch, even in her bathtub hid it behind the shower slope.
it with her, when she went to sleep and the next morning it was still grown a bit. It had taken all their rooms. Oh, the whole town, if not the world.
Sakura felt so bad that Naruto's power of persuasion needed to cure them of their hiding game. "Sakura," he had shouted and hammered against the door. "Your boss is a bastard!"
She knew that if they did not open the door now, she would choke on monster. So now they
sat at her kitchen table in the middle of the night. And Sakura was her gaze with the best will not free them from their writhing hands. She sat still and listened.
And Naruto said.
He broadly talked about, he told long. And Sakura had at the beginning or kinked nodded and said yes to everything and Amen what Naruto's mouth had just left, she was now in a state of profound confusion. Naruto was not language rejected by his broken heart, and the humiliating feeling of being miserable from the pain, love and wade through the end of which may help them any ... He spoke of a CD.
"I do not understand." She stammered. And there were roles reversed, because Naruto's groping fingers impatiently on the table and his voice cracked, almost in a tone that clearly indicated that it annoys him to explain everything again.
know "you Sakura. I know that I have the best taste in music in the city. And I knew he was a bastard, but that he goes so far that he steals my CD. I had not thought of. You know, you such a dirty thief. So what will his lawyer! Can he do not want to lose his license? Sakura, you're also a lawyer. Sue we want; If we count from. This is so great, the daily news. Sasuke Uchiha, miser takes from poor cooking ... "
" Naruto ... you own the restaurant. "at the end he was gesticulating wildly with his arms while almost his glass swept off the table, Sakura would not have pulled away quickly.
"... Poeh. That's nonsense. Attracts poor, orphans from, that's better. "
" But Sasuke is it too ... "
" And then he goes to jail, and he has earned. Do you know what I had to listen to this week? Do you know? "Energetic" he had knocked on the table that now her untouched tea spilled over. They clung to Naruto's glass. Too stunned to continue to be miserable . Feel
"No, I do not know." Damn, she worried had made.
"Nirvana," and all what it was ...
"I thought you like Nirvana ."... was a cheap CD?
"That's not the point. I have ear worms! Can you imagine what it's like when you accidentally "Rape me" humming to himself and suddenly Sai is behind you? I swear, I would not at this moment not had this knife in hand, it would be bad become ... and this is all just the fault of this bastard who wants to get back not my CD. "
Where was the romance?
"Naruto, why are you here?" She asked, suddenly very tired.
"Call him and tell him he should give me back my CD." Naruto looked awake, however, determined and a bit of a child. He sat with folded arms and looked straight at Sakura.
"idiot." She murmured. Her fingers gently dissolving the sticky glass. "It's half past two."
"I do not care." He muttered. Now simply lacked the advanced lower lip. Sakura smiled. Until she remembered what was on her bedside table. Between fashion magazines and newspaper articles hidden.
"Naruto ... I ... "
" Sakura, please. I'm doing it just to the CD. Is it just that. "His voice was almost pleading. His eyes penetrating. And then she understood. It was not all about. It was much more. She was not wrong with everything.
"Naruto ... I did. "Her voice was soft, her eyes regretfully. "I'm sorry." One moment there was silence. Then ...
"Woah! Finally! I thought I'd get that thing again. "Naruto jumped up and ran out now in the kitchen and forth, picked at random on things, looking into all possible corners. "Where did you go?"
"In the bedroom, next to the bed." Scarcely had she uttered was Naruto disappeared from the room. She heard him yell from the bedroom. "You know, half of the tracks I know not even. me of a burned out of the club where we were last week. Know you, the DJ. Taciturn type, but hammer music taste. It would have lasted forever zusammenzukriegen those things again. ", His words grew louder as he returned. He remained in the doorway.
"Sorry that I was there so late. I hope I have not woken up. "He smiled. He looked like forever. "Naruto ... I'm so sorry, I did not know that Sasuke ... "
" Oh ...", he waved off the "You do not even listen to me. For years I preach to you that he is a bastard and you are still working there. "
"No, I mean not yet, I ..."
"Hey, I have to go sometimes. Wanted some time to bed again. Must work tomorrow and stuff. "He yawned and stretched demonstrative.
"Naruto, I tried ...", it again. Pointless.
"I find the door already. Sleep well. "He waved and smiled.
And then he was gone and everything as always.
Sakura could not understand it.
nothing was like before.
Sasuke could not understand it.
Before Week ago he had not even touched on the radio. Had not done anything out of music, anything from sausage, pistachio nothing, nothing from a blue sky, nothing of oranges, from taxis.
He was concerned. This was not normal. It went too fast. The ...
He turned the radio louder.
"It's been quite of a while, since I could experience your brightness ..."
"And you get the mad parrot lover with the animal rights action. Any questions? "Sasuke looked around and sat down contentedly as he answered only shake his head.
The date was a week ago and everything as always.
Sakura could not understand it.
The others might have found nothing unusual, but it was the day after the date was memorable a day. One to which they would remember for ever and ever.
On the day that Sasuke Uchiha with an obvious hangover (!!!) (!!!) (!!!) too late burst in their morning meeting.
first she had talked to Naruto. He was tolerable with hangover, while Sasuke only so fired with files around. During the lunch break
visited him in his restaurant. He held on to his coffee cup as if it were the only thing that kept him alive.
know "you, I have no headaches, I is not bad, but I'm dead tired. Beer is definitely underestimated. "He took a big gulp," I'm sorry that yesterday was not as talkative "She shrugged. the shoulders.
Naruto was hereingetorkelt to the door, went to the fridge, had even opened a beer, sat on the couch and fell asleep ten minutes later. Sakura had then heaved him with loud insults to bed drunk and still be full of beer before they slept with him. That was the advantage of a gay friend, even though he claimed that he was bi.
"It's okay." She murmured, knowing that they would have killed him almost as if he was snoring loudly next to her and she nearly died of curiosity.
"The evening was not very spectacular. We talked a bit, well, nothing special halt. "Naruto shrugged his shoulders, he realized too late the light in Sakura's eyes.
"You have ... spoken? Just as Sasuke Uchiha has opened his mouth? "She stammered excitedly, her hands clawed into the strap of her laptop bag. Sakura had never heard him talk freely. In court, yes. With business customers. With it, even rarer. At receptions where, if we sent it not hired on a "Hello! Oh it here too. Well then, nice evening. "Or" Back there is the Buffet "went out, really like not so good.
"Um, yes?" Naruto eyed her critically, while he wondered if Sakura responded really funny or be it adult male was when he had first thought. "Actually it was actually quite cool. I want to call him sometime. He still has my CD. "
That was the moment when Sakura began girl logic.
girl called logic in itself a task that can be difficult to explain. It is a kind of analysis of the unknown. Take for example a chance meeting of two pairs of eyes and that turns when it is first passed through the girl logic machine: "He stands for weeks on you. Immediately he will speak to you, sit ever the date of the woman doctor, you will need soon the pill "
Yes, the proverb. Make a mountain out of a molehill 'is fairly close to the work logic of the girls used. However, and this is the curious thing, the truth is ratio of girls logic in a full 50 percent.
were in this case, the combination of the words: Remember CD, and call those Sakura's brain said in flushes. This coupled with the word data yielded only one thing:
"Oh my God, Naruto," she squealed excitedly. "Do not start. Sasuke will call you up anyway. "
girl logic is actually quite a discriminatory term for this kind of thinking process. Girl logic is common in men. Phrases like, "How is the only on such bullshit" all have their origin in a fit of girl logic. Only Naruto ... was different.
One can call it honest or just plain stupid. Anyway, he was somewhat confused by Sakura and the excitement could not share their groundbreaking
revelation.
was the usual. Took him only his now empty cup in the hand and led him to two related chairs, like a nurse its nearly ninety year old patient.
"Naruto," she said with the voice of the nurse. "It's like something from clear that Sasuke needed a reason to you yet to see. You know, he's such a sensitive person ... "
" Of that I'm up now but still nothing noticed. "Naruto interrupted her. It was simply not in his nature to follow patient monologues. A property that when Sakura was sometimes dangerous. She was literally a strong woman.
Today does not. Today they raised quite a benevolent mother like her hand and made a "Tschhh.", While they sounded more like a librarian on drugs, but it had its effect. Naruto held the door.
"So. He is such a sensitive person and then, so here too. course he could not you just ask Sun You know, he has subtly and make way, that's just the way his style, you know? "
Naruto did not understand it, but nodded. This would shorten the interview considerably. He knew from experience. "So I will call Sasuke?", He summarized the essential.
"No, no. Not only call. He will call you do. "Sakura beamed at him as if they had discovered the ninth wonder of the world. And in some ways it was true.
"And ... there's a difference? "he asked cautiously.
"And ob Naruto, Naruto ... you have a genuine Have left impression on him. "Her eyes flashed with recognition. So she had him naturally.
"Oh, you know," he leaned back in his chair, his voice cool points "That was it clear from the beginning." He coughed slightly, "Do you know everyone wants a piece of Uzumakikuchen. "
" Sasuke , definitely, "said Sakura. And Naruto nodded.
"Sasuke, on every case."
It was Kiba, who interrupted ten minutes later. He admitted the salt and pepper shaker from the table, eyeing his two friends critical. Naruto was known for something ... to be different. But that he and Sakura sat at a table and whispered that was new.
It was so new that no one had dared to interfere. However, Naruto slowly took it really, really in the kitchen, so Kiba as saying was "You're his friend, you're doing it." Dispatched.
That was the reason why he was clearing a clean table. "Um girls Coffee is all the gossip. "He said as he rumwirbelte with a cloth in the air. "I clean now." Sakura's cheeks were flushed slightly, probably from the whole and giggeln cackle. She packed her things quickly, and pressed another kiss on Naruto's cheek. All normal so far. Really scary but Naruto's blue eyes were wide open, as they turned towards him slowly. As innocent as a child. ". You know Kiba," he whispered, "He will call me." Only to then giggling to go to the kitchen.
sat with one click He spreaders back on the table. As I said, that was ... new.
was less spectacular Sasuke's reaction, as Sakura knocked on his door an hour later. For there was none. Encouraged them not: to have "No" heard she cautiously opened the door and stuck her head through the gap.
you could just see even more like a pill box, stuffed in a desk drawer, was before dark eyes turned to her. "What do you want?"
The shape of a friendly invitation for a chat was in his office. She waved with a file folder, their ticket to some time and Sasuke entered the room. "I'm in the dates for our little road accident victims." She beamed at him. He pointed with his hand on his desk chair over, stood on the Sakura was too eagerly, while Sasuke zuschob the papers on the table.
"five cars in two years. As a tree was in the way, there a guard rail. Once even a level crossing. Someone had better clean our dear Mrs. Sanders did not ride back to. As someone familiar with such a register's front court is beyond me. Single Problem for us, until now, sat in such accidents are his son at the wheel. "She said, while it was convenient. This was her way of small talk. Others talked about the weather to get a conversation going, it had to be with Sasuke facts. "One detail that we can play down enough." Continues it its reasoning. "We just need to take a lawyer to the other party can hardly get a word."
"That you failed from least." Sakura grinned and clasped her hands crossed in front of the knees. Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. His way accept it. Without them to consider further, he began the files on his desk around to push and herumzutippen on his keyboard. For Sakura meant that he said the conversation ended.
She leaned further back in her chair. His long, slender fingers flew over the keyboard and his eyes were fixed on the screen. The shutter was lowered half and shut out so much of the daylight. She watched his Face exactly the pale of the bluish glow of the monitor and looked pale, his eyes, which reflected a portion of the screen.
, So that's a man in love, 'she thought and smiled.
"you know .." left off, she began, a minute silence was passed and neither the steady tap, yet they had somehow moved. She began to swing her legs. "I've heard since that yesterday you very ... were talkative. "Tapping the keyboard stopped immediately. Sasuke Eyes bored into her, but he said nothing. She decided to become even more explicit. "I have also heard that because someone forgot a CD in your car has ..."
"Is that so?" Sasuke's fingers were still on the keyboard while you face looked exactly and without intending it, she shuddered with his intense gaze.
"Yes, this is so." Sakura hated these moments when she felt inferior to Sasuke. "And of course you have not noticed at all ...", she tried to play with irony.
Of course not. " This morning, I took a taxi. ", His tone was sober, she brought out the concept. "But last night, Sasuke. I know you, there is absolutely nothing to which you do not think. ", Her smile made her look more confident than she felt. But there she was exercise. She was a lawyer and worked with Sasuke Uchiha. That came with the job. to
He sighed and took a hand off the keyboard to rub his forehead with the other he leaned on the desk.
"Sakura. You are an intelligent Girls. Why do you work here. Tell me how much alcohol you have to drink so that your IQ drops to the level of a pea? "
" I'm just now ...", she stammered. Too uncertain to hide it can. He waved his hand. "Please. I have to work. So if you ... "he handed her the file, with which they had come originally. She had to get up to grab them. Stunned, she stalked to the door. What had they done wrong? She had been so sure of himself. All the characters had voted. It was ... It could not be.
"But ... they want him back but you ? Give, "it blurted out to her as she had her hand already on the doorknob.
"I will ask Hinata to get them and bring them to you. You can then take it for him. "He muttered, his eyes already on the screen.
As I said, the opportunities for girls logic amount to a meager 50 percent accuracy.
"He did not call." Naruto read fall down on the chair and looked reproachfully at Sakura. The iced tea just now to the still largely in the glass was swept over and wü ; rde soon a sticky film behind. Too violently, he had to pop on the table. Naruto groaned and wiped his fingers on his pants. That was one of his habits, the Sakura expel him
Today they held her mouth. God, she had dreaded this moment. From Wednesday was Thursday cleared of Thursday Friday and they had given Naruto neither the CD, yet. It was cowardly, but Naruto had been so happy, he was so happy. Cruel it would take him from his cloud down too soon, the answer could not. It would be hostile, rude and just very, very wrong was.
And also ... they then had to admit that she had been wrong.
And with the pushing out, the ever-increasing bad conscience had come. Like a monster they pursued it. It was under her bed, in the filing cabinet, between the lenses of her lunch, even in her bathtub hid it behind the shower slope.
it with her, when she went to sleep and the next morning it was still grown a bit. It had taken all their rooms. Oh, the whole town, if not the world.
Sakura felt so bad that Naruto's power of persuasion needed to cure them of their hiding game. "Sakura," he had shouted and hammered against the door. "Your boss is a bastard!"
She knew that if they did not open the door now, she would choke on monster. So now they
sat at her kitchen table in the middle of the night. And Sakura was her gaze with the best will not free them from their writhing hands. She sat still and listened.
And Naruto said.
He broadly talked about, he told long. And Sakura had at the beginning or kinked nodded and said yes to everything and Amen what Naruto's mouth had just left, she was now in a state of profound confusion. Naruto was not language rejected by his broken heart, and the humiliating feeling of being miserable from the pain, love and wade through the end of which may help them any ... He spoke of a CD.
"I do not understand." She stammered. And there were roles reversed, because Naruto's groping fingers impatiently on the table and his voice cracked, almost in a tone that clearly indicated that it annoys him to explain everything again.
know "you Sakura. I know that I have the best taste in music in the city. And I knew he was a bastard, but that he goes so far that he steals my CD. I had not thought of. You know, you such a dirty thief. So what will his lawyer! Can he do not want to lose his license? Sakura, you're also a lawyer. Sue we want; If we count from. This is so great, the daily news. Sasuke Uchiha, miser takes from poor cooking ... "
" Naruto ... you own the restaurant. "at the end he was gesticulating wildly with his arms while almost his glass swept off the table, Sakura would not have pulled away quickly.
"... Poeh. That's nonsense. Attracts poor, orphans from, that's better. "
" But Sasuke is it too ... "
" And then he goes to jail, and he has earned. Do you know what I had to listen to this week? Do you know? "Energetic" he had knocked on the table that now her untouched tea spilled over. They clung to Naruto's glass. Too stunned to continue to be miserable . Feel
"No, I do not know." Damn, she worried had made.
"Nirvana," and all what it was ...
"I thought you like Nirvana ."... was a cheap CD?
"That's not the point. I have ear worms! Can you imagine what it's like when you accidentally "Rape me" humming to himself and suddenly Sai is behind you? I swear, I would not at this moment not had this knife in hand, it would be bad become ... and this is all just the fault of this bastard who wants to get back not my CD. "
Where was the romance?
"Naruto, why are you here?" She asked, suddenly very tired.
"Call him and tell him he should give me back my CD." Naruto looked awake, however, determined and a bit of a child. He sat with folded arms and looked straight at Sakura.
"idiot." She murmured. Her fingers gently dissolving the sticky glass. "It's half past two."
"I do not care." He muttered. Now simply lacked the advanced lower lip. Sakura smiled. Until she remembered what was on her bedside table. Between fashion magazines and newspaper articles hidden.
"Naruto ... I ... "
" Sakura, please. I'm doing it just to the CD. Is it just that. "His voice was almost pleading. His eyes penetrating. And then she understood. It was not all about. It was much more. She was not wrong with everything.
"Naruto ... I did. "Her voice was soft, her eyes regretfully. "I'm sorry." One moment there was silence. Then ...
"Woah! Finally! I thought I'd get that thing again. "Naruto jumped up and ran out now in the kitchen and forth, picked at random on things, looking into all possible corners. "Where did you go?"
"In the bedroom, next to the bed." Scarcely had she uttered was Naruto disappeared from the room. She heard him yell from the bedroom. "You know, half of the tracks I know not even. me of a burned out of the club where we were last week. Know you, the DJ. Taciturn type, but hammer music taste. It would have lasted forever zusammenzukriegen those things again. ", His words grew louder as he returned. He remained in the doorway.
"Sorry that I was there so late. I hope I have not woken up. "He smiled. He looked like forever. "Naruto ... I'm so sorry, I did not know that Sasuke ... "
" Oh ...", he waved off the "You do not even listen to me. For years I preach to you that he is a bastard and you are still working there. "
"No, I mean not yet, I ..."
"Hey, I have to go sometimes. Wanted some time to bed again. Must work tomorrow and stuff. "He yawned and stretched demonstrative.
"Naruto, I tried ...", it again. Pointless.
"I find the door already. Sleep well. "He waved and smiled.
And then he was gone and everything as always.
Sakura could not understand it.
nothing was like before.
Sasuke could not understand it.
Before Week ago he had not even touched on the radio. Had not done anything out of music, anything from sausage, pistachio nothing, nothing from a blue sky, nothing of oranges, from taxis.
He was concerned. This was not normal. It went too fast. The ...
He turned the radio louder.
"It's been quite of a while, since I could experience your brightness ..."
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tack Shops In Hong Kong
# And otherwise? #
I'm on the internet and in Hannover, in my home!
a miracle.
has lasted long enough.
Well, it was partly my fault because I freenet my access has sent, but no sign at the mail box was ... CHRM ... but after I've called all the service numbers (and now probably poorer by some € am) it finally works:)
It's kind of always easier than you think.
Bald is my first month as a Wannabe bookseller around and I think. I could schonmal pull my resume.
I myself worked faster than I thought and I have a pretty good overview of the department and children's books general. One could say that I am also not so long out of the children's age, but somehow there are only few of the things that I used was good times. What are horses there are now books. MASSES of horse books.
And they welcome all the same. Really. It is terrible.
tail star, silver star, silver star tail, Silver Star ... and the girls read this really. I find that so alarming, almost as serious as this level without 'Naughty Girl, Naughty books' stories, which fill almost an entire shelf with us and in fact only in the title different from the story but are completely identical, but my Kolegin always says 'The main thing they ever read. "
Now we can make a great transition to the customer
customer type a) "My child hates to read, they give me a book that makes him a bookworm."
- Now I have my wand in the other pants ... stupid.
customer type b) "My child is three and a half and will soon be fluent in your English."
- Ahja .. I look at grad time in the computer ... ne, that is, the infant brain modules are sold out, we get no longer pure.
customer type c) [good friend of b)] "I am looking for a book for my son. He's 6, but much further: he is now in the school. I roof because of the thickness of the spark or something, "
-. * friendly smile and Inkheart into the hands *
You can not with these people talk, if they think their child is gifted, then it is so
.. Since there are obviously worse, but they are still far spared me. I've only every now and again the 'What you have not read? "-people. Can be annoying, but there are also nice and grateful customers. men from 25 or little old ladies, for example:)
With colleagues, I am also well clear course you have to first get used to the different quirks, etc., and I am with my sense of humor certainly not easy, but it developed. quite well so far.
I was of course ever in one of those crises of meaning "Do you want to do it all your life? Now you're hanging here for three years is over ... that really, what are you going to do? What's next? Blabla .."
But I survived habs. 've Talked to my Mitauszubildenden and they had the same problem. Her name is Sabrina and the way we see ourselves really well. In
I'm quite relieved to see me because I already introverted and smalltalk-incapable as I am in the corner with no friends standing around did blabla.
I can not approach people, it already. She says she found me equally likeable and has therefore so to me , Ranking just scribbled it also because with the third in the league (Frank) can not begin quite as much.
Well now we are cooking together, watching movies, and sit in school alongside each other.
Speaking (the entry of good transitions? We do not know ..) ..
school. I have been already prepared, "Oh, you have graduated? Well then you will see the school even more modest ..'s only vocational school."
fact that people are always so enthusiastic about the school. As if we were all super smart just because we have rumgekriegt 13 years anyway. When I look at some people from my old vintage look at Sun .. naajaa ..
The first thing I saw from the school were all the smoking and Gangsta Stylos to hunt in the playground and an excited little man in a mustard-yellow jacket, which she tried vo schoolyard because, unfortunately, because smoking is prohibited.
The second thing I saw what is probably the hallmark of the school, was a table where the classes were with the room number and the course starts. bookseller: 09:30 Room: 206 I look at my note, "7:45". I look at the clock: 07:30.
That's probably non-true!
Because of course you can not just call in the premises, no, no.
at 09:30 Well we finally met our teacher, I'll call Mrs. Strangely double name (I can not remember her real name anyway).
A strange person. Very accurate and very pedantic. I do hope that I'm never on their black list.
Then there are the bright, friendly German teacher, the dry, northern German woman who taught accounting and other devil and the hip, cool English / Politics teacher. Since there are more fans, so book trade specifically, but I save my time:)
All in all going well so far I hope it stays that way:)
So, then I'm going now time to take the new IKEA catalog and the flit bed.
Hab tomorrow for the first time late shift, which means not from 09:30 to 18:30 as usual but vonn 11:00 to 20:00.
Yaahay. See who plays half past seven still really need a children's book;)
I'm on the internet and in Hannover, in my home!
a miracle.
has lasted long enough.
Well, it was partly my fault because I freenet my access has sent, but no sign at the mail box was ... CHRM ... but after I've called all the service numbers (and now probably poorer by some € am) it finally works:)
It's kind of always easier than you think.
Bald is my first month as a Wannabe bookseller around and I think. I could schonmal pull my resume.
I myself worked faster than I thought and I have a pretty good overview of the department and children's books general. One could say that I am also not so long out of the children's age, but somehow there are only few of the things that I used was good times. What are horses there are now books. MASSES of horse books.
And they welcome all the same. Really. It is terrible.
tail star, silver star, silver star tail, Silver Star ... and the girls read this really. I find that so alarming, almost as serious as this level without 'Naughty Girl, Naughty books' stories, which fill almost an entire shelf with us and in fact only in the title different from the story but are completely identical, but my Kolegin always says 'The main thing they ever read. "
Now we can make a great transition to the customer
customer type a) "My child hates to read, they give me a book that makes him a bookworm."
- Now I have my wand in the other pants ... stupid.
customer type b) "My child is three and a half and will soon be fluent in your English."
- Ahja .. I look at grad time in the computer ... ne, that is, the infant brain modules are sold out, we get no longer pure.
customer type c) [good friend of b)] "I am looking for a book for my son. He's 6, but much further: he is now in the school. I roof because of the thickness of the spark or something, "
-. * friendly smile and Inkheart into the hands *
You can not with these people talk, if they think their child is gifted, then it is so
.. Since there are obviously worse, but they are still far spared me. I've only every now and again the 'What you have not read? "-people. Can be annoying, but there are also nice and grateful customers. men from 25 or little old ladies, for example:)
With colleagues, I am also well clear course you have to first get used to the different quirks, etc., and I am with my sense of humor certainly not easy, but it developed. quite well so far.
I was of course ever in one of those crises of meaning "Do you want to do it all your life? Now you're hanging here for three years is over ... that really, what are you going to do? What's next? Blabla .."
But I survived habs. 've Talked to my Mitauszubildenden and they had the same problem. Her name is Sabrina and the way we see ourselves really well. In
I'm quite relieved to see me because I already introverted and smalltalk-incapable as I am in the corner with no friends standing around did blabla.
I can not approach people, it already. She says she found me equally likeable and has therefore so to me , Ranking just scribbled it also because with the third in the league (Frank) can not begin quite as much.
Well now we are cooking together, watching movies, and sit in school alongside each other.
Speaking (the entry of good transitions? We do not know ..) ..
school. I have been already prepared, "Oh, you have graduated? Well then you will see the school even more modest ..'s only vocational school."
fact that people are always so enthusiastic about the school. As if we were all super smart just because we have rumgekriegt 13 years anyway. When I look at some people from my old vintage look at Sun .. naajaa ..
The first thing I saw from the school were all the smoking and Gangsta Stylos to hunt in the playground and an excited little man in a mustard-yellow jacket, which she tried vo schoolyard because, unfortunately, because smoking is prohibited.
The second thing I saw what is probably the hallmark of the school, was a table where the classes were with the room number and the course starts. bookseller: 09:30 Room: 206 I look at my note, "7:45". I look at the clock: 07:30.
That's probably non-true!
Because of course you can not just call in the premises, no, no.
at 09:30 Well we finally met our teacher, I'll call Mrs. Strangely double name (I can not remember her real name anyway).
A strange person. Very accurate and very pedantic. I do hope that I'm never on their black list.
Then there are the bright, friendly German teacher, the dry, northern German woman who taught accounting and other devil and the hip, cool English / Politics teacher. Since there are more fans, so book trade specifically, but I save my time:)
All in all going well so far I hope it stays that way:)
So, then I'm going now time to take the new IKEA catalog and the flit bed.
Hab tomorrow for the first time late shift, which means not from 09:30 to 18:30 as usual but vonn 11:00 to 20:00.
Yaahay. See who plays half past seven still really need a children's book;)
Sunday, August 17, 2008
How Do I Find Out My Lense Size On Vcr
Juliet in the big, big city
I would have heard already more of me, but somehow could not handle the Internet connection at home works so rejected and should the Internet cafes that I found in my area I saw all so .. ominous mafia and removed from that I'd rather wait until I'm home ... So now . :)
I'll start at the front:
After I got the commitment for the training course (book seller, we remember), I'm again a postcard plus letters received by the trainees, where the end of it was for the first day and how much they rejoice
etc. Very nice.
An adjective, what is covered in this entry more often ... it is scary. On
1.8. I was at least over time from the store and waited for it was half past nine. Three feet from me was another girl, smaller than me (who would have thought ..), the waiting probably the same, but communicative as I am I'm not naturally addressed. Further afield still was a girl I would rather not spontaneously assessed as a bookseller, but also had the same goal as us.
After a while there the little girl then but too colorful and it has presented itself, since we are all apparently the same reason here.
Now I lead even a name: the Small and Sabrina is the silence, but not much larger Franziska.
We were then picked up a little later by two old apprentices and out in the Conference Room where it took place, the normal procedure "Hi, nice to have you here. Blabla traditional company, etc. pp." then we got a bunch of stuff, locker keys, beepers for the doors, "How do I operate a customer" as-the little friend the bookseller, and, most importantly, Büüüücher.
right books. Free. At the twelve pieces.
The other trainees are organized. Wrote to publishers and so on ♥
Then followed the guide through the house and all sorts of Nähkästchengeplauder old apprentice at New trainee (the quintessence of the whole was: who are here all totaaal nice and super friendly and it actually comes with a fairly good all clear, etc., which I have something funny seemed skeptical as I am, but I had to this and find in these days that they were right! Creepy. are the really inhuman nice there ^ ^) and then the introduction to the respective departments + computer course and there was the first day already gone.
And which department I am? ... in the children's department !
And even though I so .. I would call a 'split' relationship with the little ones have xD
how it was first the brief initial report, but it follows naturally much more ^ ^
I count on the Internet in the next week, then I shall go to all read what has been so happened with you: )
Now I have to catch my train ..
Cheerio:) PS You can
LJ entries will no longer make public? Or is that on my account-bla-anything?
I would have heard already more of me, but somehow could not handle the Internet connection at home works so rejected and should the Internet cafes that I found in my area I saw all so .. ominous mafia and removed from that I'd rather wait until I'm home ... So now . :)
I'll start at the front:
After I got the commitment for the training course (book seller, we remember), I'm again a postcard plus letters received by the trainees, where the end of it was for the first day and how much they rejoice
etc. Very nice.
An adjective, what is covered in this entry more often ... it is scary. On
1.8. I was at least over time from the store and waited for it was half past nine. Three feet from me was another girl, smaller than me (who would have thought ..), the waiting probably the same, but communicative as I am I'm not naturally addressed. Further afield still was a girl I would rather not spontaneously assessed as a bookseller, but also had the same goal as us.
After a while there the little girl then but too colorful and it has presented itself, since we are all apparently the same reason here.
Now I lead even a name: the Small and Sabrina is the silence, but not much larger Franziska.
We were then picked up a little later by two old apprentices and out in the Conference Room where it took place, the normal procedure "Hi, nice to have you here. Blabla traditional company, etc. pp." then we got a bunch of stuff, locker keys, beepers for the doors, "How do I operate a customer" as-the little friend the bookseller, and, most importantly, Büüüücher.
right books. Free. At the twelve pieces.
The other trainees are organized. Wrote to publishers and so on ♥
Then followed the guide through the house and all sorts of Nähkästchengeplauder old apprentice at New trainee (the quintessence of the whole was: who are here all totaaal nice and super friendly and it actually comes with a fairly good all clear, etc., which I have something funny seemed skeptical as I am, but I had to this and find in these days that they were right! Creepy. are the really inhuman nice there ^ ^) and then the introduction to the respective departments + computer course and there was the first day already gone.
And which department I am? ... in the children's department !
And even though I so .. I would call a 'split' relationship with the little ones have xD
how it was first the brief initial report, but it follows naturally much more ^ ^
I count on the Internet in the next week, then I shall go to all read what has been so happened with you: )
Now I have to catch my train ..
Cheerio:) PS You can
LJ entries will no longer make public? Or is that on my account-bla-anything?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Artiste By Scott Kayhelzberg
second Naruto Dating ...
Sasuke hated this day.
He had spilled coffee on his expensive carpet, lost a process and now when he finally, finally should have closing time, he drove his car into the parking bay of a restaurant that looked as if he should run away and never , never come back.
Today was the day of his Dates .
Sakura had given him some time down a telephone number on his desk, called his secretary and entered the date into his calendar. Between "court date" and "consultation" was standing there now, "Dinner with Naruto." Sasuke would have forgotten it completely, Sakura had a bad mood and the flashing memory of his computer during the afternoon to refresh his memory.
He did not even know what a restaurant is, in its receipt he stood. It looked a bit too modern, a little too willed style. The walls were decorated in red and illuminated by indirect lighting. The seat cushions were of course black and looked uncomfortable.
The audience consisted mostly of young academics. Most rooms with rich parents and a cigarette in one hand, while the white wine swung in the other.
He wondered if that was the idea of the young man or his secretary here, it would trust them both.
If his appointment should have taste, he would be surprised by his secretary, he knew it. She had none.
The store was crowded, the music too loud. He bumped into people, as he meandered along the long bar to go in the back room by also dishes were served. Touch, which he had to resist.
irritated Accordingly, he responded well, when unexpected and heavy a hand on his shoulder. He turned around so fast that their owner almost lost his balance and pushed against the bar.
"Say, you're not squeamish at all ...", blue eyes sparkled at him. His mouth was open to a pointed answer already, joined again. Instead of saying something, he looked better before the blond man to him. He was shorter than he had imagined him. "You come too late, grows out of here with a breakneck past me and now I have beer on my pants. Terrific start for the evening, do not you think so? "The voice sounded slightly irritated, or at least what he could hear the loud bass of the music.
"So you're Naruto." He noted, while the man rubbed against him on his pants.
eyes were turned, they saw dark out in the dim light. Was "And you the asshole that has taken away from me Sakura.'re" Just returned. Sasuke cleared his throat: "Please," The singer had just started to sing, as Naruto had opened his mouth, he must have misheard. His opponent just sighed and listened to the uncoordinated movements on his pants. His hand found the Beer he had placed on the counter and he leaned closer to Sasuke's ear. "I said," He almost shouted: "So you're the asshole that has taken away from me Sakura."
a while Sasuke just stared. Then he blinked. They knew no two seconds and already he was offended. He was even more stupid than he had imagined.
"So you never noticed that her untenrum something is missing. A bit hard on the whole Pink, do not you think? ", His voice sounded irritated when he had intended. Naruto's eyes narrowed
able to slits and Sasuke almost feel like it for a moment in his pierced.
"The fact that no one has even heard of anything bisexuality, I'm surprised again and again anew." A hand was driven by blonde tresses. "But we prefer to eat something, I'm dying of hunger." And then he turned and just walked. Sasuke bit her lip and followed him without a word. The evening had developed just as he imagined. It was a disaster.
Icy silence followed. Naruto had managed to get a place in the corner. On a black table with black chairs and a single lily as a decoration. Sasuke sat down across from him without a word and hiding behind a menu.
The music and the conversations of other people drowned the turning of pages, the only sound at their table.
At least until Naruto his card on the table, fired folded his arms and sighed so loudly that Sasuke had to look up only.
"What?" He muttered.
"You know," Naruto began slowly, "I have really given me trouble." Sasuke noticed like an eyebrow shot. Was that already the end? That would be a record even for him time and he had been allowed to stand for many women.
"I dressed up." Naruto pulled his blue Kordjacket that knows about an orange-striped shirt did not look quite as stupid as one might think. "I thought, 'Okay, if these shops are the style of type, then okay." It is not meant to advance bad judge and such. But ...", he sighed again, and Sasuke's second eyebrow joined the first. "... On this map is not a reasonable pasta dish. "
" noodles. "repeated Sasuke as he slowly put down his cards on the table. That was the most stupid excuse that he had ever heard. "You finish it here because the pasta?"
"I'll give it no pistachio. I want something reasonable. "Naruto got up and had his bag used. A lump of leather that Sasuke was not previously noticed.
"Are you coming?" Expectant eyes flashed at him while He slowly got up. So it was really serious ... for noodles.
Sasuke had often in the world, and doubted the veracity of things, but during the trip out from the restaurant, behind the energetic steps of Naruto, his eyes firmly fixed on the blond mind overcame him feel a completely new helplessness.
It was not that he cried after the end of this dates. Besides the fact that Sasuke never cried, he can think of a few minutes nothing better than to read this, to artificial to flee on packed establishment and a great Evening to do at home, while the acts of tomorrow continue sleeping through the pages with a cup of tea.
The problem was that it was damn damn noodles were brought to him all that.
If Naruto would be angry because of Sasuke's rudeness stormed out of the room, okay. He had only realized what was obvious, namely, that Sasuke was not interested, which would then allow this to go with a good sense of home and set up his tea.
Had Naruto because of his appearance withdrawal started, that would have been perfectly okay. Sasuke knew he looked good, the idiot had simply had no taste. But to go because there is no right noodles on the menu was, that was a decision that withdrew from all over Sasuke's mind and his freedom of action.
It was so arbitrary that he was afraid of what might happen yet. Maybe it started with just noodles? Would come off tomorrow, a future client, because not enough carbon dioxide was in his water or too much? Who could know that? He did not.
with a trained Gesture, he fished his car keys from his jacket pocket. He could only change his shirt before he came here, otherwise he was still wearing his business suit. Naruto was standing outside, Sasuke had not even noticed he stumbled blindly past him as he opened with a pressure on his key ring the car.
His mind was as wild in his head.
far, his ideas were harmless, but according to this rule of no-rule-having, even a man could kill another human being just like that, just to test his skills or something of that nature And something seemed to know the Sasuke. Slowly he circled
the flashing car and opened the driver's door. He put the key into the lock and took a deep breath.
Naruto and psychopathic killers use the same computer production for their actions, something that was really no justification. They had traded both for a current to the victim completely inexplicable and untouchable subject and ...
It was the click of a further door, which knocked him from his thoughts.
"Say, are you always so fast? You run away without us considering our where we have to go now. "A blond hung over the front passenger seat.
Sasuke stared for a moment only the disembodied face on. Oh ... that was embarrassing.
Most of all he would now be absorbed into the ground or simply drove off. No matter if Naruto's head still in his door hung or not. However, although both were very tempting, but unfortunately not a real option. "Yes, I can ensure that you're so lame? Get in. "He hissed instead.
"Okay, okay ... Bastard. "Naruto muttered as he climbed into the seat and buckles up. Only when she Sasuke deflected out of the parking space and Naruto had said nothing, he dared to breathe.
may had passed him as a bit of imagination. Perhaps had Sakura right perhaps he worked at the time really is a bit much.
drove a short period of time in silence. Sasuke was grateful for the silence, she allowed him to sort his thoughts and quickly devise an objective. Under no circumstances, he would go to one of his hangouts or even somewhere where there was the slightest possibility that it could be detected. This Date should move as quickly and easily be placed on the stage as possible, preferably with little fanfare.
other hand, he did not look as though he had no plan. He turned a question from just to the left. A good start, as he found.
Naruto Sasuke liked as opposed to the silence a bit. He shifted uneasily in his seat back and forth. Then he cleared his throat.
"How about some music?" Without a word
Sasuke pressed a button. A radio host told them of a hot Night. Sasuke narrowed his mouth, it was the middle of January.
Even Naruto was a bit perplexed. He looked from the knob back to Sasuke and again. "This is not serious." He said after a while.
Sasuke shrugged. A quick glance to the side he showed that he was still staring wide-eyed. "You have a car with one of the best sound systems ...", Naruto's voice was shocked:" ... and you use it not? "Unconsciously, he pressed a little harder on's gas, while Naruto began rumzusuchen wild in his pocket.
"Manmanman. It was fortunate that my MP3 player is broken and I Kiba has borrowed here. ", A quick glance to the side Sasuke was an ancient, scratched Discman. "Now you see me, what is real music." Without question, a CD player plugged into his. A few seconds later heard a loud electro beat that Naruto was still turned on. The bass deafened in Sasuke's ears. "Woah," was shouted over to him: "For me, it'd creak enough already!"
Then it was suddenly quiet. Very quiet.
Man even knew Naruto's indignant inhalation hear in these dimensions of nursing unit they were.
"Ey. What to do? "Sasuke grinned.
"Have you never heard that the driver determines the music?" Said in a deliberately casual voice and turned the radio to a classical music station. He liked this kind of music is not particularly, but Naruto, and he was sure, she could not stand at all intended.
"Bastard." Snarled this even further and leaned back in his chair, "I'm saying nothing, even though you drive in circles all the time."
"I do not drive in circles all the time." His voice sounded irritated. Even if he did not know exactly where he was now. He was once bent on the left. So he could not go in circles. Into no man's land so, in a circle, no.
"The road makes a curve, left again and we are where we left," Sasuke blinked. "You have no idea where we are. Am I right or am I right? "Naruto's amused voice annoyed him.
"Stop the door. "he muttered.
"I would have kept my mouth shut, yes, but Monsieur ...", from the corner of his eye he could see a dramatic gesture in his direction:" Had to make even the music to show us all as well but can deal with the buttons in his car. "
Sasuke noticed how his grip was frantically to's steering wheel. The lame duck in front of him, improved his mood is not really.
"Shall not be ridiculous," he squeezed out between clenched teeth as he moved on a turn lane. If He had already lost, he did not even complete idiots behind a drive behind. One he had finally been sitting next to him, that was enough. looked "How should someone driving sensibly in this noise?"
"You have noticed that you're here ever driven on the left?" Sasuke just to the side. Had a bit of Uchiha-death views have swam, because Naruto's voice cracked, almost, as he added quickly: "Okay. A deal, I conduct you out of here and I can hear my music, just not quite so loud? "
Sasuke with his eyes fixed rigidly into the street. He drove for a pedestrian street lined in a bar district in far too fast. Slowly, he broke his foot off the accelerator.
"No answer is an answer. And here we are again . "Naruto commented from the side.
The foot was back. And with it the electric music.
Sasuke hated this day wirlich.
Naruto did not appear. He laughed. "Is that." Naruto bit his
on the lower lip. If he said something, then the guy would say next to him only. And one more sarcastic remark from the mouth too wide He could not bear. That would certainly end bloody and losing his law license for it, was it not worth it. So he tried to relax, loosen up his foot on the accelerator, he said his grip on the steering wheel and took a deep breath.
"So, where do we do now? I'd suggest that we make the best of this situation and get good and shoot away, but you're supporting a car and driving drunk I like that of no. "Naruto's fingers groped in a bar. Sasuke just rolled his eyes.
"So moral of you."
"Yes, is not it?" He was out of the corners of her eyes to see Naruto's exaggerated grin and shook his head. What's not to say more? "So where to?", Naruto had obliquely placed on the seat and leaned back against the now tired of the car door, his left leg hung across the seat and his hands clutched in the pale denim.
"I could be up to Go home. "Sasuke tried not to sound all too hopeful that he succeeded only moderately.
"no alternative," Naruto's voice was somber, as if he was really sorry. "Sakura is waiting there for me. I do not know what to do with us when I get home early ... "Sasuke shuddered involuntarily" ... you know, otherwise they whined that I'm going through too many nights, my life is not seriously and now ... naja. "
" You simply leaves her so your house? "Sasuke visitors were already uncomfortable when he had in mind all the time.
"Yeah," sighed Naruto. "What they could not do anything for naughty things. My God, they could clean up . "
" How terrible. ", He can not resist the comment was and to his surprise, laughed Naruto. It was a nice laugh, he remarked, as he caught a glimpse of sparkling eyes and white teeth.
"You have no clue how it is. If you was comin ', for example on the right side of the stack of good stuff. On the kitchen table is the really important, important stuff that I absolutely must go on, and hang on Pinbrett the things that really should be done already. Whenever Sakura was there, that takes weeks until I find what. Seriously. This girl simply does not understand the beauty, the practice of strategic disorder ...", it was waving something comforting in the way in which Naruto and his hands and talking senseless stuff without the letter. For the first time that evening Sasuke leaned back and relax and was lead from the streets.
"She always says, my house would be a single waste Heath, I call it more of an unusual collection of antiques. I mean, it's not as if it would stink for me or something. But Sakura has even gone so far and has given for my birthday with a feather duster. "Sasuke felt as his lips twitched. "A real feather duster. With pink and green and ugly is that thing! I just stood there so ... order, thank you ... and Kiba laughed. God, the laughter. I'd him the thing prefer to put in his mouth and then ... "
" I can park the car in my office. "Sasuke interrupted the flow of words, before his smile was still something of a real smile.
"... Ino has the Federboakommentaren ... what? "Naruto blinked, confused, his hands frozen in the air.
"We can drink. I turn of my car, "he repeated, surprised of how different, how soft his voice. With a thud Naruto's hands were landed in his lap. "Okay." He murmured softly. The leather knautschte as he sat back to normal. "You know ...?"
" I know the way. "When no answer came, Sasuke looked briefly to the front passenger seat. Their eyes met briefly, Naruto was the first to looked the other way.
The rest of the ride was quiet. As calm as it could only be with Naruto.
Sasuke heard it humming a certain song and made the music a bit louder. Not as loud as the beginning, but still. Naruto laughed and began to sing. As loud and wrong:
"Yeah, woohoo! There's something in the air! Woohoo!
Cause I've been dreaming we could be the fire for this night! "
Sasuke could not resist this time his smile.
***
"Wow. I'm tired. "With a thud to read Naruto drop to the bench. Sasuke preferred the chair. "You have eaten so a portion of family alone."
"I was hungry, dammit. what can I ensure that it is in your comic restaurant was nothing reasonable? "he sighed and rubbed his belly.
"Apart the fact that this is not my restaurant was French fries with curry sausage is of course perfectly reasonable, "Sasuke's sarcasm impressed Naruto did not. "Yes, I'm saying." He replied only with a self-satisfied grin.
"And now, the beer ..."
animated after the first round, Naruto told by a school trip, sometime between the eighth and tenth grade, where he had done it three times his team lose and then at the , it was almost forgotten. And, although he ordinaire thanks to his reputation as a troublemaker, no extra ten steps away from the teaching staff and was allowed only because him a trainee was still join me, as an additional supervisor. ("I do not know. War'n Suddenly it away.")
In the time Sasuke slipped on the uncomfortable chair back and forth as he felt a thousand times looking at the Clock whose hands refused to even a small piece to move.
After the fifth round, telling Naruto about his first date, of which only he thought it was one, while his partner held all the time for 'Su Zwait "lookout, an exchange student. ("Had I but plain misunderstood. I said, meeting for two 'and they meet, Su Zwait' shit Globalisierungskack. With such a name must surely be misunderstood.")
nodded at this time Sasuke approvingly, as he rolled up his sleeves. The first buttons he had opened his jacket and dangling over the chair.
After the seventh round, Naruto told how he once peed his neighbors about the car. ("The bastard had it otherwise deserves. Has permanently complained of disturbing the peace. Wanted to sue me. Well. I then moved away. But only then. ")
" I am a lawyer. "Sasuke said as he slid a business card across the table.
"Cool." Grinned Naruto blessed.
After the tenth round started talking to Sasuke.
"... And then I got my suit from the cleaners ... and ... and ... the stain was still there. "
" Is not it! "Naruto cooed. As he raised his hand. "Once a round," roared it about the music. That was the moment, Sasuke recognized the practical side of loud people.
It was the eleventh round in which it was philosophical.
"You know, S'uke," Naruto laughed. "It's funny. If you do not want something, then you get it. I mean, "and his arms were moving like windmills" I told you in the video thing, that I should call no one, right? Since I have done. "Sasuke nodded.
"full got unbelievable how many calls I do. Simply brilliant. And full of weird guys. So I was real .... hui. "
"and have someone hit?", It was difficult to concentrate for Sasuke.
"neee. Pfff. They were strange to me. Nene. "Naruto waved his hand.
"But you're here." Sasuke could see how Naruto's face went into folds.
"Oh yes. It was Sakura. "
" Yes Sakura. "Sasuke nodded. laughed, "This is such a thing, which I got, I do not want."
Naruto. "Even funny, funny ..." The twelfth round was
from being thrown.
"Do S'uke ...", began to Naruto, as they stood outside and waited for the taxi, each having more than less," You know, nü . chtern the asshole you're full, "Sasuke grinned proudly," I know "
" But .... then you're okay, I think. "Naruto snuggled up a little more of him. "You are quite bearable." Sasuke said after a while. Naruto's heat was in stark contrast to the other winter cold. It was almost pleasant to keep someone like that, he thought to himself. His own Wärmkissen. As it was sometimes overlook a hand on his butt.
The taxi ride was not very spectacular. Sasuke and Naruto had forgotten that they lived in completely different ends of the city and Naruto's completely innocent ". Can you even sleep with me," Sasuke reminded of the other possibilities of physical contact, which led to he stiffened in his seat and Naruto's head in his lap eyed critically. A trembling hand was laid gently on one of the cheeks. Gently, he stroked the thin scars that Naruto's face decorated. At first he thought they were shadows, until he was then noticed that the solid components were Naruto. Since it still
had not bothered to ask, and he had ignored what he groped slowly. Naruto's face broke into a big stupid grin, which meant that Sasuke's stomach began to tingle. Not a good sign.
"I think," he whispered softly. "Okay". "I would rather sleep in my bed"
, taught Naruto yawned and slowly, while the taxi was slowing down and then came to a halt.
"I think this is my stop." He grinned again brazenly in Sasuke's direction, her hair disheveled, wrinkled jacket. Sun Sasuke had seen him first, not quite sober, but chaotic. "Well then get out." Hovered around, a slight smile his own lips. "Aye, aye." Saluted Naruto in the fun as he crawled out of the taxi. Through the window he gave the driver money again waved to Sasuke and then staggered toward the door.
Sasuke looked after him until the door was shut and locked. Then he leaned back. He noted the lack of heat in the leg, where Naruto's head had just been located yet, but he smiled anyway.
"Now they drive off it." He muttered in the direction of a taxi driver as he closed his eyes.
closing time.
Sasuke hated this day.
He had spilled coffee on his expensive carpet, lost a process and now when he finally, finally should have closing time, he drove his car into the parking bay of a restaurant that looked as if he should run away and never , never come back.
Today was the day of his Dates .
Sakura had given him some time down a telephone number on his desk, called his secretary and entered the date into his calendar. Between "court date" and "consultation" was standing there now, "Dinner with Naruto." Sasuke would have forgotten it completely, Sakura had a bad mood and the flashing memory of his computer during the afternoon to refresh his memory.
He did not even know what a restaurant is, in its receipt he stood. It looked a bit too modern, a little too willed style. The walls were decorated in red and illuminated by indirect lighting. The seat cushions were of course black and looked uncomfortable.
The audience consisted mostly of young academics. Most rooms with rich parents and a cigarette in one hand, while the white wine swung in the other.
He wondered if that was the idea of the young man or his secretary here, it would trust them both.
If his appointment should have taste, he would be surprised by his secretary, he knew it. She had none.
The store was crowded, the music too loud. He bumped into people, as he meandered along the long bar to go in the back room by also dishes were served. Touch, which he had to resist.
irritated Accordingly, he responded well, when unexpected and heavy a hand on his shoulder. He turned around so fast that their owner almost lost his balance and pushed against the bar.
"Say, you're not squeamish at all ...", blue eyes sparkled at him. His mouth was open to a pointed answer already, joined again. Instead of saying something, he looked better before the blond man to him. He was shorter than he had imagined him. "You come too late, grows out of here with a breakneck past me and now I have beer on my pants. Terrific start for the evening, do not you think so? "The voice sounded slightly irritated, or at least what he could hear the loud bass of the music.
"So you're Naruto." He noted, while the man rubbed against him on his pants.
eyes were turned, they saw dark out in the dim light. Was "And you the asshole that has taken away from me Sakura.'re" Just returned. Sasuke cleared his throat: "Please," The singer had just started to sing, as Naruto had opened his mouth, he must have misheard. His opponent just sighed and listened to the uncoordinated movements on his pants. His hand found the Beer he had placed on the counter and he leaned closer to Sasuke's ear. "I said," He almost shouted: "So you're the asshole that has taken away from me Sakura."
a while Sasuke just stared. Then he blinked. They knew no two seconds and already he was offended. He was even more stupid than he had imagined.
"So you never noticed that her untenrum something is missing. A bit hard on the whole Pink, do not you think? ", His voice sounded irritated when he had intended. Naruto's eyes narrowed
able to slits and Sasuke almost feel like it for a moment in his pierced.
"The fact that no one has even heard of anything bisexuality, I'm surprised again and again anew." A hand was driven by blonde tresses. "But we prefer to eat something, I'm dying of hunger." And then he turned and just walked. Sasuke bit her lip and followed him without a word. The evening had developed just as he imagined. It was a disaster.
Icy silence followed. Naruto had managed to get a place in the corner. On a black table with black chairs and a single lily as a decoration. Sasuke sat down across from him without a word and hiding behind a menu.
The music and the conversations of other people drowned the turning of pages, the only sound at their table.
At least until Naruto his card on the table, fired folded his arms and sighed so loudly that Sasuke had to look up only.
"What?" He muttered.
"You know," Naruto began slowly, "I have really given me trouble." Sasuke noticed like an eyebrow shot. Was that already the end? That would be a record even for him time and he had been allowed to stand for many women.
"I dressed up." Naruto pulled his blue Kordjacket that knows about an orange-striped shirt did not look quite as stupid as one might think. "I thought, 'Okay, if these shops are the style of type, then okay." It is not meant to advance bad judge and such. But ...", he sighed again, and Sasuke's second eyebrow joined the first. "... On this map is not a reasonable pasta dish. "
" noodles. "repeated Sasuke as he slowly put down his cards on the table. That was the most stupid excuse that he had ever heard. "You finish it here because the pasta?"
"I'll give it no pistachio. I want something reasonable. "Naruto got up and had his bag used. A lump of leather that Sasuke was not previously noticed.
"Are you coming?" Expectant eyes flashed at him while He slowly got up. So it was really serious ... for noodles.
Sasuke had often in the world, and doubted the veracity of things, but during the trip out from the restaurant, behind the energetic steps of Naruto, his eyes firmly fixed on the blond mind overcame him feel a completely new helplessness.
It was not that he cried after the end of this dates. Besides the fact that Sasuke never cried, he can think of a few minutes nothing better than to read this, to artificial to flee on packed establishment and a great Evening to do at home, while the acts of tomorrow continue sleeping through the pages with a cup of tea.
The problem was that it was damn damn noodles were brought to him all that.
If Naruto would be angry because of Sasuke's rudeness stormed out of the room, okay. He had only realized what was obvious, namely, that Sasuke was not interested, which would then allow this to go with a good sense of home and set up his tea.
Had Naruto because of his appearance withdrawal started, that would have been perfectly okay. Sasuke knew he looked good, the idiot had simply had no taste. But to go because there is no right noodles on the menu was, that was a decision that withdrew from all over Sasuke's mind and his freedom of action.
It was so arbitrary that he was afraid of what might happen yet. Maybe it started with just noodles? Would come off tomorrow, a future client, because not enough carbon dioxide was in his water or too much? Who could know that? He did not.
with a trained Gesture, he fished his car keys from his jacket pocket. He could only change his shirt before he came here, otherwise he was still wearing his business suit. Naruto was standing outside, Sasuke had not even noticed he stumbled blindly past him as he opened with a pressure on his key ring the car.
His mind was as wild in his head.
far, his ideas were harmless, but according to this rule of no-rule-having, even a man could kill another human being just like that, just to test his skills or something of that nature And something seemed to know the Sasuke. Slowly he circled
the flashing car and opened the driver's door. He put the key into the lock and took a deep breath.
Naruto and psychopathic killers use the same computer production for their actions, something that was really no justification. They had traded both for a current to the victim completely inexplicable and untouchable subject and ...
It was the click of a further door, which knocked him from his thoughts.
"Say, are you always so fast? You run away without us considering our where we have to go now. "A blond hung over the front passenger seat.
Sasuke stared for a moment only the disembodied face on. Oh ... that was embarrassing.
Most of all he would now be absorbed into the ground or simply drove off. No matter if Naruto's head still in his door hung or not. However, although both were very tempting, but unfortunately not a real option. "Yes, I can ensure that you're so lame? Get in. "He hissed instead.
"Okay, okay ... Bastard. "Naruto muttered as he climbed into the seat and buckles up. Only when she Sasuke deflected out of the parking space and Naruto had said nothing, he dared to breathe.
may had passed him as a bit of imagination. Perhaps had Sakura right perhaps he worked at the time really is a bit much.
drove a short period of time in silence. Sasuke was grateful for the silence, she allowed him to sort his thoughts and quickly devise an objective. Under no circumstances, he would go to one of his hangouts or even somewhere where there was the slightest possibility that it could be detected. This Date should move as quickly and easily be placed on the stage as possible, preferably with little fanfare.
other hand, he did not look as though he had no plan. He turned a question from just to the left. A good start, as he found.
Naruto Sasuke liked as opposed to the silence a bit. He shifted uneasily in his seat back and forth. Then he cleared his throat.
"How about some music?" Without a word
Sasuke pressed a button. A radio host told them of a hot Night. Sasuke narrowed his mouth, it was the middle of January.
Even Naruto was a bit perplexed. He looked from the knob back to Sasuke and again. "This is not serious." He said after a while.
Sasuke shrugged. A quick glance to the side he showed that he was still staring wide-eyed. "You have a car with one of the best sound systems ...", Naruto's voice was shocked:" ... and you use it not? "Unconsciously, he pressed a little harder on's gas, while Naruto began rumzusuchen wild in his pocket.
"Manmanman. It was fortunate that my MP3 player is broken and I Kiba has borrowed here. ", A quick glance to the side Sasuke was an ancient, scratched Discman. "Now you see me, what is real music." Without question, a CD player plugged into his. A few seconds later heard a loud electro beat that Naruto was still turned on. The bass deafened in Sasuke's ears. "Woah," was shouted over to him: "For me, it'd creak enough already!"
Then it was suddenly quiet. Very quiet.
Man even knew Naruto's indignant inhalation hear in these dimensions of nursing unit they were.
"Ey. What to do? "Sasuke grinned.
"Have you never heard that the driver determines the music?" Said in a deliberately casual voice and turned the radio to a classical music station. He liked this kind of music is not particularly, but Naruto, and he was sure, she could not stand at all intended.
"Bastard." Snarled this even further and leaned back in his chair, "I'm saying nothing, even though you drive in circles all the time."
"I do not drive in circles all the time." His voice sounded irritated. Even if he did not know exactly where he was now. He was once bent on the left. So he could not go in circles. Into no man's land so, in a circle, no.
"The road makes a curve, left again and we are where we left," Sasuke blinked. "You have no idea where we are. Am I right or am I right? "Naruto's amused voice annoyed him.
"Stop the door. "he muttered.
"I would have kept my mouth shut, yes, but Monsieur ...", from the corner of his eye he could see a dramatic gesture in his direction:" Had to make even the music to show us all as well but can deal with the buttons in his car. "
Sasuke noticed how his grip was frantically to's steering wheel. The lame duck in front of him, improved his mood is not really.
"Shall not be ridiculous," he squeezed out between clenched teeth as he moved on a turn lane. If He had already lost, he did not even complete idiots behind a drive behind. One he had finally been sitting next to him, that was enough. looked "How should someone driving sensibly in this noise?"
"You have noticed that you're here ever driven on the left?" Sasuke just to the side. Had a bit of Uchiha-death views have swam, because Naruto's voice cracked, almost, as he added quickly: "Okay. A deal, I conduct you out of here and I can hear my music, just not quite so loud? "
Sasuke with his eyes fixed rigidly into the street. He drove for a pedestrian street lined in a bar district in far too fast. Slowly, he broke his foot off the accelerator.
"No answer is an answer. And here we are again . "Naruto commented from the side.
The foot was back. And with it the electric music.
Sasuke hated this day wirlich.
Naruto did not appear. He laughed. "Is that." Naruto bit his
on the lower lip. If he said something, then the guy would say next to him only. And one more sarcastic remark from the mouth too wide He could not bear. That would certainly end bloody and losing his law license for it, was it not worth it. So he tried to relax, loosen up his foot on the accelerator, he said his grip on the steering wheel and took a deep breath.
"So, where do we do now? I'd suggest that we make the best of this situation and get good and shoot away, but you're supporting a car and driving drunk I like that of no. "Naruto's fingers groped in a bar. Sasuke just rolled his eyes.
"So moral of you."
"Yes, is not it?" He was out of the corners of her eyes to see Naruto's exaggerated grin and shook his head. What's not to say more? "So where to?", Naruto had obliquely placed on the seat and leaned back against the now tired of the car door, his left leg hung across the seat and his hands clutched in the pale denim.
"I could be up to Go home. "Sasuke tried not to sound all too hopeful that he succeeded only moderately.
"no alternative," Naruto's voice was somber, as if he was really sorry. "Sakura is waiting there for me. I do not know what to do with us when I get home early ... "Sasuke shuddered involuntarily" ... you know, otherwise they whined that I'm going through too many nights, my life is not seriously and now ... naja. "
" You simply leaves her so your house? "Sasuke visitors were already uncomfortable when he had in mind all the time.
"Yeah," sighed Naruto. "What they could not do anything for naughty things. My God, they could clean up . "
" How terrible. ", He can not resist the comment was and to his surprise, laughed Naruto. It was a nice laugh, he remarked, as he caught a glimpse of sparkling eyes and white teeth.
"You have no clue how it is. If you was comin ', for example on the right side of the stack of good stuff. On the kitchen table is the really important, important stuff that I absolutely must go on, and hang on Pinbrett the things that really should be done already. Whenever Sakura was there, that takes weeks until I find what. Seriously. This girl simply does not understand the beauty, the practice of strategic disorder ...", it was waving something comforting in the way in which Naruto and his hands and talking senseless stuff without the letter. For the first time that evening Sasuke leaned back and relax and was lead from the streets.
"She always says, my house would be a single waste Heath, I call it more of an unusual collection of antiques. I mean, it's not as if it would stink for me or something. But Sakura has even gone so far and has given for my birthday with a feather duster. "Sasuke felt as his lips twitched. "A real feather duster. With pink and green and ugly is that thing! I just stood there so ... order, thank you ... and Kiba laughed. God, the laughter. I'd him the thing prefer to put in his mouth and then ... "
" I can park the car in my office. "Sasuke interrupted the flow of words, before his smile was still something of a real smile.
"... Ino has the Federboakommentaren ... what? "Naruto blinked, confused, his hands frozen in the air.
"We can drink. I turn of my car, "he repeated, surprised of how different, how soft his voice. With a thud Naruto's hands were landed in his lap. "Okay." He murmured softly. The leather knautschte as he sat back to normal. "You know ...?"
" I know the way. "When no answer came, Sasuke looked briefly to the front passenger seat. Their eyes met briefly, Naruto was the first to looked the other way.
The rest of the ride was quiet. As calm as it could only be with Naruto.
Sasuke heard it humming a certain song and made the music a bit louder. Not as loud as the beginning, but still. Naruto laughed and began to sing. As loud and wrong:
"Yeah, woohoo! There's something in the air! Woohoo!
Cause I've been dreaming we could be the fire for this night! "
Sasuke could not resist this time his smile.
***
"Wow. I'm tired. "With a thud to read Naruto drop to the bench. Sasuke preferred the chair. "You have eaten so a portion of family alone."
"I was hungry, dammit. what can I ensure that it is in your comic restaurant was nothing reasonable? "he sighed and rubbed his belly.
"Apart the fact that this is not my restaurant was French fries with curry sausage is of course perfectly reasonable, "Sasuke's sarcasm impressed Naruto did not. "Yes, I'm saying." He replied only with a self-satisfied grin.
"And now, the beer ..."
animated after the first round, Naruto told by a school trip, sometime between the eighth and tenth grade, where he had done it three times his team lose and then at the , it was almost forgotten. And, although he ordinaire thanks to his reputation as a troublemaker, no extra ten steps away from the teaching staff and was allowed only because him a trainee was still join me, as an additional supervisor. ("I do not know. War'n Suddenly it away.")
In the time Sasuke slipped on the uncomfortable chair back and forth as he felt a thousand times looking at the Clock whose hands refused to even a small piece to move.
After the fifth round, telling Naruto about his first date, of which only he thought it was one, while his partner held all the time for 'Su Zwait "lookout, an exchange student. ("Had I but plain misunderstood. I said, meeting for two 'and they meet, Su Zwait' shit Globalisierungskack. With such a name must surely be misunderstood.")
nodded at this time Sasuke approvingly, as he rolled up his sleeves. The first buttons he had opened his jacket and dangling over the chair.
After the seventh round, Naruto told how he once peed his neighbors about the car. ("The bastard had it otherwise deserves. Has permanently complained of disturbing the peace. Wanted to sue me. Well. I then moved away. But only then. ")
" I am a lawyer. "Sasuke said as he slid a business card across the table.
"Cool." Grinned Naruto blessed.
After the tenth round started talking to Sasuke.
"... And then I got my suit from the cleaners ... and ... and ... the stain was still there. "
" Is not it! "Naruto cooed. As he raised his hand. "Once a round," roared it about the music. That was the moment, Sasuke recognized the practical side of loud people.
It was the eleventh round in which it was philosophical.
"You know, S'uke," Naruto laughed. "It's funny. If you do not want something, then you get it. I mean, "and his arms were moving like windmills" I told you in the video thing, that I should call no one, right? Since I have done. "Sasuke nodded.
"full got unbelievable how many calls I do. Simply brilliant. And full of weird guys. So I was real .... hui. "
"and have someone hit?", It was difficult to concentrate for Sasuke.
"neee. Pfff. They were strange to me. Nene. "Naruto waved his hand.
"But you're here." Sasuke could see how Naruto's face went into folds.
"Oh yes. It was Sakura. "
" Yes Sakura. "Sasuke nodded. laughed, "This is such a thing, which I got, I do not want."
Naruto. "Even funny, funny ..." The twelfth round was
from being thrown.
"Do S'uke ...", began to Naruto, as they stood outside and waited for the taxi, each having more than less," You know, nü . chtern the asshole you're full, "Sasuke grinned proudly," I know "
" But .... then you're okay, I think. "Naruto snuggled up a little more of him. "You are quite bearable." Sasuke said after a while. Naruto's heat was in stark contrast to the other winter cold. It was almost pleasant to keep someone like that, he thought to himself. His own Wärmkissen. As it was sometimes overlook a hand on his butt.
The taxi ride was not very spectacular. Sasuke and Naruto had forgotten that they lived in completely different ends of the city and Naruto's completely innocent ". Can you even sleep with me," Sasuke reminded of the other possibilities of physical contact, which led to he stiffened in his seat and Naruto's head in his lap eyed critically. A trembling hand was laid gently on one of the cheeks. Gently, he stroked the thin scars that Naruto's face decorated. At first he thought they were shadows, until he was then noticed that the solid components were Naruto. Since it still
had not bothered to ask, and he had ignored what he groped slowly. Naruto's face broke into a big stupid grin, which meant that Sasuke's stomach began to tingle. Not a good sign.
"I think," he whispered softly. "Okay". "I would rather sleep in my bed"
, taught Naruto yawned and slowly, while the taxi was slowing down and then came to a halt.
"I think this is my stop." He grinned again brazenly in Sasuke's direction, her hair disheveled, wrinkled jacket. Sun Sasuke had seen him first, not quite sober, but chaotic. "Well then get out." Hovered around, a slight smile his own lips. "Aye, aye." Saluted Naruto in the fun as he crawled out of the taxi. Through the window he gave the driver money again waved to Sasuke and then staggered toward the door.
Sasuke looked after him until the door was shut and locked. Then he leaned back. He noted the lack of heat in the leg, where Naruto's head had just been located yet, but he smiled anyway.
"Now they drive off it." He muttered in the direction of a taxi driver as he closed his eyes.
closing time.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Wedding Favor Tags Wording
At night all cats are gray and the first finger to write without the assistance
By getting my wonderful, beautiful, wonderful, new, grandiose Macbooks (! What am I a bitch consumption, no matter) for my coming, great, nice, wonderful, new, grandiose living in Berlin (! And Attentionwhore) I had a bit of improvising to get the data from my old PC (You were my baby, but there is now a new one ... here in my bed) on my to get new favorite.
data, which also includes fanfictions.
Man knows it. You write and write and every time a pack of vicious, one opens a Word document and write away without hesitation. Not very good, but it picks it up.
I'm half-baked through all this, not even half finished, some grammatical absolutely ... naja .... unacceptable Gehirnbreimassen waded and what looked like everything was uploaded here. Nice secured, so I work on it , but no one sees this meat.
And now I have to scroll down forever to read anything that does not belong to this Breizeug. Somehow I was amused by this, because the further down and further down and further down and on ... eventually came to realize that I am but please at least one story, one should conclude . (And by history I mean something that has a plot. A single plot)
When done, rejoicing and exult me and then I probably never time to write, because that's life is hard with all the grasshoppers and moles and goat, and [insert your animal of your choice]
Au revoir and goodbye.
Or as it would also sing Sally Bowles: Good.bye.mein ... looove Lord.
drum PS My to-do list: finish
finish first) FF's a) Speechless (haha, haha) b) grazing shot (puh.) c) Naruto Dating (double phew)
2) I am many small craft Benutzerbildchen
3) Good Man
be Amen.
By getting my wonderful, beautiful, wonderful, new, grandiose Macbooks (! What am I a bitch consumption, no matter) for my coming, great, nice, wonderful, new, grandiose living in Berlin (! And Attentionwhore) I had a bit of improvising to get the data from my old PC (You were my baby, but there is now a new one ... here in my bed) on my to get new favorite.
data, which also includes fanfictions.
Man knows it. You write and write and every time a pack of vicious, one opens a Word document and write away without hesitation. Not very good, but it picks it up.
I'm half-baked through all this, not even half finished, some grammatical absolutely ... naja .... unacceptable Gehirnbreimassen waded and what looked like everything was uploaded here. Nice secured, so I work on it , but no one sees this meat.
And now I have to scroll down forever to read anything that does not belong to this Breizeug. Somehow I was amused by this, because the further down and further down and further down and on ... eventually came to realize that I am but please at least one story, one should conclude . (And by history I mean something that has a plot. A single plot)
When done, rejoicing and exult me and then I probably never time to write, because that's life is hard with all the grasshoppers and moles and goat, and [insert your animal of your choice]
Au revoir and goodbye.
Or as it would also sing Sally Bowles: Good.bye.mein ... looove Lord.
drum PS My to-do list: finish
finish first) FF's a) Speechless (haha, haha) b) grazing shot (puh.) c) Naruto Dating (double phew)
2) I am many small craft Benutzerbildchen
3) Good Man
be Amen.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Miami From I Love Money Hair
Naruto Dating ...
"Oh my God, at the upper arms ... I can not think of anything more at all, so if it is not, Sasuke, then I do not continue to .... Sasuke? "
He preferred to respond to anything. It was ridiculous. Yesterday was at Sakura his arm hung him gegurrt in his ear and doing all those things that Sasuke absolutely could not suffer with her. Otherwise it was one of the few people who could not tolerate it in his surroundings, which meant with him know that he very much. But yesterday ...
He had been drunk, by his standards. A business meal, what could be called a binge eating among business partners with overpriced appetizers. Normally, Sasuke was back at something, sent before Shikamaru, who grumbled, but it looked too hard for this reason with his boss to create.
This time he had not, however, can steal away. Jiraiya and Tsunade were long-time friends of his parents were. He had taken Sakura as a mandatory accompaniment. This had probably been his fault and here are his sentence. He
-drunk-and - were dead drunk, went together and then it happened. When they slide on their busy business travel in the head accidentally sleeping on his shoulder read, he could ignore it. If they half-jokingly, half seriously asked when he would invite them at last on a date, he could easily associated with you "never" answer, but her hand, feeling his way forward to his butt and then also because it pinched that was absolutely beyond the pale. He had taken this cheeky hand and a absolutely unromantic way down, then what was acceptable to turn a reaction on his part, but then the alcohol into the game.
It is said that drunken men tell the truth, and Sasuke was a man And what kind of when you could not trust Sakura's enthusiasms. So he began to explain.
"Sakura," he had said as she stared at their entwined hands. "I can not get anything women." He let go.
She staggered a little, her eyes were large plate and shaking her lip: "No women ..." she stammered. Sasuke sighed, "no." And then she turned around and walked, or rather, staggered it. had
Had Sasuke such a thing as tact, he would be after her run and had assured her that they would be if he liked women, of course, was the one that ... or he would have at least ensured that they arrived safely in her bed but Sasuke no emotional person and a drunk was Sasuke was just cruel.
He was not, he just went home.
was surprised it even more than the next evening when he rang and Sakura, no makeup, wearing jogging pants and with the widest smile he had ever seen with her, stood outside his door. He began to involuntarily . Shudder
There was a simple equation in his life. The broader the smile - the worse the consequences.
And it was surprising how often he was right.
For in this case was not Sakura's grin, that she had simply forgotten his outburst of sheer drunkenness and now brought a nice film for both of them had with the DVD case they rumwedelte before his eyes.
Sakura's smile showed that she remembered and that she was doing it, of all things, could make them, just close happy. Of course he could not read all of her smile, but when she's in the DVD Player pushed while telling all sorts of nonsense, because he realized more and more that he had made a big, big mistake.
"My God, Sasuke would have, is that you already told me earlier. I would help you but can, you know, but this has Ino Dating organization and ... "she babbled on to himself, but the screen was there, had the full attention of Sasuke. A man with a strange white-gray hair in a strange section kept a soft porn in my face, while to the great love he said. Sasuke's eye twitched slightly as his gaze on the two intertwined men stuck on the book cover.
And then it made click.
This was actually a dating service. One for homosexuals.
It can be said that Sasuke was completely not at all happy with this situation.
It was a mixture of choking and suffocating cough, which knocked him out of his rigid On-the-TV-watching. During long meetings with the marketing department, he had this way of look without really seeing , coupled with a hearing without understanding the habit. Maito Gai 'motivational speeches' were also expansive. His long speeches, one could easily be shortened to five minutes, when only the words youth, happiness, spring your life, ect. ect. stressed.
The first time he was still excited. Then he made acquaintance with Shikamaru Naru. And learned.
was not called this man a genius.
Shikamaru was seven hours in his office, sat back and relaxed with closed eyes, sit and then with ten words summarize what has happened on the day throughout the company.
"Art," he once betrayed Sasuke, "is to consider only the unusual, is behind most of the important."
Würghusten And this was unusual indeed. Sakura had cheered gegurrt, sighed gesäuselt, everything done to him on one of these "Candidates" to draw attention. It went from pretty hands, hair, necks for stylish hair, leather jackets, reading glasses. Everything was there. But no gagging.
time gazed Sasuke.
A young, blond man with a mop of curly hair in a band T-shirt back blinked. Surprisingly, normal for such a dating show, but nothing for him. Everything about this man cried out for chaos. Just as he imagined life students together kriegten their number of hours not because they were too much celebration (If they had even the school leaving), so was the kind of person who all their money (in the middle of the month) for cigarettes , Instead of spending to fill the empty refrigerator, the kind that threw themselves in bars around his neck and him, "Hey, my good old friend, Saskäää" with a huge beer breath breathed into his ear when he had not seen for about ten years - and for good reason.
He was the in-the-day-we-live-only-once-types simply not get anything. He was not the ant and the cricket, he was ... the complete opposite of this guy.
Still, it was hard to look away now that he had once looked closely .
A hand was driven by blond, stringy hair and on the T-shirt emblazoned a great spot. "So ...", the man began with a slightly scratchy voice, and laughed. A strange kind of laugh, a bit forced, a little overexcited. If there had Sasuke knew otherwise, he would have said that it is this man, boys, whatever acted by a drunk. His movements were a bit uncoordinated when he slipped on the chair back and forth and squinted toward the camera uncertain as he searched for words.
A quick glance to the side was Sasuke that Sakura stared still in disbelief at the television.
It was the scratchy voice, his attention again on the glass.
"Before I begin, I will briefly say something.", He briefly took air and smiled into the wrong camera. "Normally I see better. "
Sasuke noticed how his eyebrow shot." Hear, hear, "muttered Sasuke. Sakura was conspicuous on the other side of the room still.
" Honestly, "began the figure on television again," I 've got a shock when I've seen here in the mirror. Usually my eyes radiate properly. Honestly, you can not identify with the whole swollen red ... Stuff ... around it. "Sasuke watched half irritated, half amused as this idiot rumwedelte before his eyes." And I have the widest grin in the world. Really, my smile faded any asshole, only now it has somehow got such a small slope to the right and wrong depends entirely there, not know that .. "
" And that is the pride? "Sasuke's eyebrows now were both shot up and he pointed a finger towards the television while Sakura gave skeptical looks. They kept their eye contact for a few seconds, the only background noise, the man in television "... and I can also use the washing machine. I've clean T-shirts. Well ... is this only, so this was a bit stupid ... and I know no one that is a spare t-shirt ... "and Sakura burst out laughing.
Namely really going on. She laughed and laughed and laughed. One hand clutched her stomach, with the others it was based on the back of a chair off so as not to sink to the bottom. Sasuke would not have been a cold bastard who did not even laugh in the cellar, he would have mitgelacht long ago. It was an infectious laugh, a liberated laughter, but he remained seated no other choice than in his leather chair to stay and to doubt Sakura's mind.
to hope that it soon ceased.
"You ...", her hand ... he made a dismissive motion and she gasped for air. It seemed that it was running out of breath. Sasuke was unpleasant. He did not want to stare at her, so he stared back at the screen. Your Japsen mingled with the voice of the young man who still babbling to himself, this time insistent to come out ".... Really. I mean it. If you have you still not married, then it does not. not at least. Write a letter, go eat, for heaven's sake write a poem if you then is. Is' Although bad cliché, but when it's your thing, then that's your thing. Who am I to you in interfering here? but hell, a birthday party is a very, very bad idea. Or even a party. There is nothing shittiest as to come out drunk, then you end up here and fact .... "
time she toppled from her chair. Your wacky laughter echoed through the room. Sasuke did not help doubting look special. Even her tears of laughter rose even in the eyes. With her hands she tried to keep his mouth to stifle the giggles practical. It had rather limited success. "Water ..", she pressed out between two bursts of laughter and sat up with difficulty. They staggered from the room.
Sasuke she could still hear in the kitchen.
Despite the closed door.
He set the TV louder. Now the man shouted, almost. "... The response was so drunk okay. So it is not. The reactions were great, well, my friends are just too cool. ... But then what came after that was a bit naja. So Drunk People can pretty much be assertive .... Especially Ino. And then thrilled when Kiba is ... And Shikamaru ... "
It was the name, Sasuke distracted by his squint to the kitchen. It was going at the guy to the Ino, Sakura's best friends and the Shikamaru, Sasuke's assistant and friend of the Ino?
interesting ... "... I suggest that you have lost. You know, I would not even be sitting here. I was practically forced her here. You can not imagine how frightening a girl with a mission can be, and whether he believed that he was even here an example of it. "At least they have not verkuppelt me on the spot with the waiter. That would be somehow worse than this. Not that I'm that kind of partner choice now absolutely want to talk bad. I'm maybe just a little dated in terms so blind date ad stuff. This is me just a bit suspect, especially when one is torn from NEM Club, put in a taxi and then suddenly sits in front of a camera. So, have a heart, this is ne drunken idiots idea, so calls me, okay? Everyone makes mistakes drunk, really, call me not to. Then I'd be eternally grateful. Whoever you are. Thanks, just thanks! "
And then there was the crooked grin and Sasuke was able to visualize it, looks like it could, the guy would have less alcohol in the blood. ... How ... how silly.
" It was So this, "he muttered to himself and wanted to switch off the television when he interrupted a voice." Wag it just do not. "he turned and saw Sakura in the doorway and relax. She held a glass in her hand, in the A brown liquid was swimming. A liquid that looked dangerous for alcohol.
"That, and Sasuke's eyebrows wandered back up" I see but not look like water. "
wet strands of her hanging in his face and her eyes were red, she smiled . A small, apologetic smile. "You know, after I almost drowned with your faucet, I thought that unusual situations require unusual action." She shrugged her shoulders. "Can I just use your phone?"
"It stands next to you on the dresser." He watched her every move carefully, after all, he wanted a notice if another one of Sakura attack should come on. She looked, however, only anticipation. "Somewhere ... private?"
"The door to your left out in my bedroom." Sakura's eyes took on a very strange expression. "You would not believe how much I already heard of." and then the door was closed.
No sooner had she left the room, Sasuke ignored the TV. While running, he read it, so Sakura later accuse him of anything could, but that was far from that he also had to look. He got up and went into the kitchen. Sakura's glass had awakened in him the desire for alcohol. This situation was so strange, because he first had to swallow. And swallowing was so much easier with a high percentage content in the glass mixed with a bit of walking through rooms.
It was thus purely accidental that he was a bit later before his bedroom door. Finally, his apartment was not a villa. And it was purely by chance that Sakura and Sasuke spoke as loud absolutely inadvertently picks up a few scraps of speech.
"are not distracting. Yesterday I had condemned again a business lunch, because I could not stay so long. "
"..."" It was not a date. And I'm not gone because of something my boss then. That's ridiculous ... ""..."
" Naruto! It may be that in the past I maybe a bit of raving ... ""..."
" Okay, okay. Maybe a bit much. But that is not here yet to the question. When you wanted to tell me because your little story? "
"..."" I do not care if you talked to my answering machine. Damn, Ino knew it before me, INO! "
"..."" If I do not care that you have not planned that way. You have yet not plan how you tell me something. "
"..."" Oh Naruto ... you idiot. "
"..."" Yeah, make's good. Greet Iruka from me. "
As Sakura out of the room came, Sasuke was back bravely in his chair, empty the glass, the DVD is about up. The rest they watched in silence. Sasuke was curious but never to willing to admit it. Sakura sat on the couch beside him, staring at the screen and said nothing. Instead, she sipped her drink.
for others would be the silence was unbearable. Sasuke had grown up with her and Sakura just stubborn.
"So ..," she said after the last face had disappeared. "Think not mean that you get around it. You take one and have at least a date." She said with her voice business, clearly, distinctly and with a menacing undertone.
"Do I?" In Sasuke's voice tinged with an ignorant, arrogant tone, all the inherited an Uchiha and had perfected.
"Of course you do this" A sound that Sakura knew and who they are no longer impressed. At least not too much. "Since I know you I've never seen you on a date. Sasuke, you need much fun. The last time you smiled you when we have down this flat plaintiff in court. That's not healthy." He could real concern in her eyes . See
"It was a good day." He explained. Your eyebrow walked, she could also use this skeptical view, she had learned from him.
"You can not give up before I agree?", His eyes left her face for a single second
"Never. I work with you, I know where you live, you can escape me." She also stared in his face . Her look was a dangerous glitter. It was a challenge and Sasuke hated his gaffe last night a bit more. If he had just kept his door, but otherwise he could too.
A short break was formed, in which he breathed deeply. It was the time for his last Trump.
"This blonde idiot with the crooked grin," his voice was calm stressed: "This is a friend of yours?"
He saw the surprise on her face and had to restrain himself a smug grin. "I want him . "
"But ...", Sakura was wide awake at once. The expressions on her face changed from moment to moment: shock, incomprehension, doubt, distrust ... Confusion.
"Him or nobody else." Now he could not stop it, that his lips twitched. He had them trapped.
"This is so unfair." She rubbed her forehead, a sign that she was thinking hard. "Sasuke Uchiha, you're a nasty, nasty man "
He leaned back, it sounded like music to his ears.
" But. "And this word lies freeze him. Sakura rose slowly gathered her things together and her green eyes sparkled at him. "How do you want, boss," she saluted her not consent with sarcasm dripping She was angry could be seen literally as it was boiling in her posture was straight, as she trudged to the door And you could tell.... it easily to the biting tone in her voice. "The fact that you dare to take revenge on him up to me ..."
with a bang the door was closed and Sasuke alone again.
His eyes fell on the DVD case, which was still on the table and his thoughts returned to the blond man, and begged to be practical in the camera: "Call me not to."
since Sakura had understood something wrong. It was not about them. It was about him yourself
This blond idiot he would not hate her date at least not alone.
And Sasuke smiled.
"Oh my God, at the upper arms ... I can not think of anything more at all, so if it is not, Sasuke, then I do not continue to .... Sasuke? "
He preferred to respond to anything. It was ridiculous. Yesterday was at Sakura his arm hung him gegurrt in his ear and doing all those things that Sasuke absolutely could not suffer with her. Otherwise it was one of the few people who could not tolerate it in his surroundings, which meant with him know that he very much. But yesterday ...
He had been drunk, by his standards. A business meal, what could be called a binge eating among business partners with overpriced appetizers. Normally, Sasuke was back at something, sent before Shikamaru, who grumbled, but it looked too hard for this reason with his boss to create.
This time he had not, however, can steal away. Jiraiya and Tsunade were long-time friends of his parents were. He had taken Sakura as a mandatory accompaniment. This had probably been his fault and here are his sentence. He
-drunk-and - were dead drunk, went together and then it happened. When they slide on their busy business travel in the head accidentally sleeping on his shoulder read, he could ignore it. If they half-jokingly, half seriously asked when he would invite them at last on a date, he could easily associated with you "never" answer, but her hand, feeling his way forward to his butt and then also because it pinched that was absolutely beyond the pale. He had taken this cheeky hand and a absolutely unromantic way down, then what was acceptable to turn a reaction on his part, but then the alcohol into the game.
It is said that drunken men tell the truth, and Sasuke was a man And what kind of when you could not trust Sakura's enthusiasms. So he began to explain.
"Sakura," he had said as she stared at their entwined hands. "I can not get anything women." He let go.
She staggered a little, her eyes were large plate and shaking her lip: "No women ..." she stammered. Sasuke sighed, "no." And then she turned around and walked, or rather, staggered it. had
Had Sasuke such a thing as tact, he would be after her run and had assured her that they would be if he liked women, of course, was the one that ... or he would have at least ensured that they arrived safely in her bed but Sasuke no emotional person and a drunk was Sasuke was just cruel.
He was not, he just went home.
was surprised it even more than the next evening when he rang and Sakura, no makeup, wearing jogging pants and with the widest smile he had ever seen with her, stood outside his door. He began to involuntarily . Shudder
There was a simple equation in his life. The broader the smile - the worse the consequences.
And it was surprising how often he was right.
For in this case was not Sakura's grin, that she had simply forgotten his outburst of sheer drunkenness and now brought a nice film for both of them had with the DVD case they rumwedelte before his eyes.
Sakura's smile showed that she remembered and that she was doing it, of all things, could make them, just close happy. Of course he could not read all of her smile, but when she's in the DVD Player pushed while telling all sorts of nonsense, because he realized more and more that he had made a big, big mistake.
"My God, Sasuke would have, is that you already told me earlier. I would help you but can, you know, but this has Ino Dating organization and ... "she babbled on to himself, but the screen was there, had the full attention of Sasuke. A man with a strange white-gray hair in a strange section kept a soft porn in my face, while to the great love he said. Sasuke's eye twitched slightly as his gaze on the two intertwined men stuck on the book cover.
And then it made click.
This was actually a dating service. One for homosexuals.
It can be said that Sasuke was completely not at all happy with this situation.
It was a mixture of choking and suffocating cough, which knocked him out of his rigid On-the-TV-watching. During long meetings with the marketing department, he had this way of look without really seeing , coupled with a hearing without understanding the habit. Maito Gai 'motivational speeches' were also expansive. His long speeches, one could easily be shortened to five minutes, when only the words youth, happiness, spring your life, ect. ect. stressed.
The first time he was still excited. Then he made acquaintance with Shikamaru Naru. And learned.
was not called this man a genius.
Shikamaru was seven hours in his office, sat back and relaxed with closed eyes, sit and then with ten words summarize what has happened on the day throughout the company.
"Art," he once betrayed Sasuke, "is to consider only the unusual, is behind most of the important."
Würghusten And this was unusual indeed. Sakura had cheered gegurrt, sighed gesäuselt, everything done to him on one of these "Candidates" to draw attention. It went from pretty hands, hair, necks for stylish hair, leather jackets, reading glasses. Everything was there. But no gagging.
time gazed Sasuke.
A young, blond man with a mop of curly hair in a band T-shirt back blinked. Surprisingly, normal for such a dating show, but nothing for him. Everything about this man cried out for chaos. Just as he imagined life students together kriegten their number of hours not because they were too much celebration (If they had even the school leaving), so was the kind of person who all their money (in the middle of the month) for cigarettes , Instead of spending to fill the empty refrigerator, the kind that threw themselves in bars around his neck and him, "Hey, my good old friend, Saskäää" with a huge beer breath breathed into his ear when he had not seen for about ten years - and for good reason.
He was the in-the-day-we-live-only-once-types simply not get anything. He was not the ant and the cricket, he was ... the complete opposite of this guy.
Still, it was hard to look away now that he had once looked closely .
A hand was driven by blond, stringy hair and on the T-shirt emblazoned a great spot. "So ...", the man began with a slightly scratchy voice, and laughed. A strange kind of laugh, a bit forced, a little overexcited. If there had Sasuke knew otherwise, he would have said that it is this man, boys, whatever acted by a drunk. His movements were a bit uncoordinated when he slipped on the chair back and forth and squinted toward the camera uncertain as he searched for words.
A quick glance to the side was Sasuke that Sakura stared still in disbelief at the television.
It was the scratchy voice, his attention again on the glass.
"Before I begin, I will briefly say something.", He briefly took air and smiled into the wrong camera. "Normally I see better. "
Sasuke noticed how his eyebrow shot." Hear, hear, "muttered Sasuke. Sakura was conspicuous on the other side of the room still.
" Honestly, "began the figure on television again," I 've got a shock when I've seen here in the mirror. Usually my eyes radiate properly. Honestly, you can not identify with the whole swollen red ... Stuff ... around it. "Sasuke watched half irritated, half amused as this idiot rumwedelte before his eyes." And I have the widest grin in the world. Really, my smile faded any asshole, only now it has somehow got such a small slope to the right and wrong depends entirely there, not know that .. "
" And that is the pride? "Sasuke's eyebrows now were both shot up and he pointed a finger towards the television while Sakura gave skeptical looks. They kept their eye contact for a few seconds, the only background noise, the man in television "... and I can also use the washing machine. I've clean T-shirts. Well ... is this only, so this was a bit stupid ... and I know no one that is a spare t-shirt ... "and Sakura burst out laughing.
Namely really going on. She laughed and laughed and laughed. One hand clutched her stomach, with the others it was based on the back of a chair off so as not to sink to the bottom. Sasuke would not have been a cold bastard who did not even laugh in the cellar, he would have mitgelacht long ago. It was an infectious laugh, a liberated laughter, but he remained seated no other choice than in his leather chair to stay and to doubt Sakura's mind.
to hope that it soon ceased.
"You ...", her hand ... he made a dismissive motion and she gasped for air. It seemed that it was running out of breath. Sasuke was unpleasant. He did not want to stare at her, so he stared back at the screen. Your Japsen mingled with the voice of the young man who still babbling to himself, this time insistent to come out ".... Really. I mean it. If you have you still not married, then it does not. not at least. Write a letter, go eat, for heaven's sake write a poem if you then is. Is' Although bad cliché, but when it's your thing, then that's your thing. Who am I to you in interfering here? but hell, a birthday party is a very, very bad idea. Or even a party. There is nothing shittiest as to come out drunk, then you end up here and fact .... "
time she toppled from her chair. Your wacky laughter echoed through the room. Sasuke did not help doubting look special. Even her tears of laughter rose even in the eyes. With her hands she tried to keep his mouth to stifle the giggles practical. It had rather limited success. "Water ..", she pressed out between two bursts of laughter and sat up with difficulty. They staggered from the room.
Sasuke she could still hear in the kitchen.
Despite the closed door.
He set the TV louder. Now the man shouted, almost. "... The response was so drunk okay. So it is not. The reactions were great, well, my friends are just too cool. ... But then what came after that was a bit naja. So Drunk People can pretty much be assertive .... Especially Ino. And then thrilled when Kiba is ... And Shikamaru ... "
It was the name, Sasuke distracted by his squint to the kitchen. It was going at the guy to the Ino, Sakura's best friends and the Shikamaru, Sasuke's assistant and friend of the Ino?
interesting ... "... I suggest that you have lost. You know, I would not even be sitting here. I was practically forced her here. You can not imagine how frightening a girl with a mission can be, and whether he believed that he was even here an example of it. "At least they have not verkuppelt me on the spot with the waiter. That would be somehow worse than this. Not that I'm that kind of partner choice now absolutely want to talk bad. I'm maybe just a little dated in terms so blind date ad stuff. This is me just a bit suspect, especially when one is torn from NEM Club, put in a taxi and then suddenly sits in front of a camera. So, have a heart, this is ne drunken idiots idea, so calls me, okay? Everyone makes mistakes drunk, really, call me not to. Then I'd be eternally grateful. Whoever you are. Thanks, just thanks! "
And then there was the crooked grin and Sasuke was able to visualize it, looks like it could, the guy would have less alcohol in the blood. ... How ... how silly.
" It was So this, "he muttered to himself and wanted to switch off the television when he interrupted a voice." Wag it just do not. "he turned and saw Sakura in the doorway and relax. She held a glass in her hand, in the A brown liquid was swimming. A liquid that looked dangerous for alcohol.
"That, and Sasuke's eyebrows wandered back up" I see but not look like water. "
wet strands of her hanging in his face and her eyes were red, she smiled . A small, apologetic smile. "You know, after I almost drowned with your faucet, I thought that unusual situations require unusual action." She shrugged her shoulders. "Can I just use your phone?"
"It stands next to you on the dresser." He watched her every move carefully, after all, he wanted a notice if another one of Sakura attack should come on. She looked, however, only anticipation. "Somewhere ... private?"
"The door to your left out in my bedroom." Sakura's eyes took on a very strange expression. "You would not believe how much I already heard of." and then the door was closed.
No sooner had she left the room, Sasuke ignored the TV. While running, he read it, so Sakura later accuse him of anything could, but that was far from that he also had to look. He got up and went into the kitchen. Sakura's glass had awakened in him the desire for alcohol. This situation was so strange, because he first had to swallow. And swallowing was so much easier with a high percentage content in the glass mixed with a bit of walking through rooms.
It was thus purely accidental that he was a bit later before his bedroom door. Finally, his apartment was not a villa. And it was purely by chance that Sakura and Sasuke spoke as loud absolutely inadvertently picks up a few scraps of speech.
"are not distracting. Yesterday I had condemned again a business lunch, because I could not stay so long. "
"..."" It was not a date. And I'm not gone because of something my boss then. That's ridiculous ... ""..."
" Naruto! It may be that in the past I maybe a bit of raving ... ""..."
" Okay, okay. Maybe a bit much. But that is not here yet to the question. When you wanted to tell me because your little story? "
"..."" I do not care if you talked to my answering machine. Damn, Ino knew it before me, INO! "
"..."" If I do not care that you have not planned that way. You have yet not plan how you tell me something. "
"..."" Oh Naruto ... you idiot. "
"..."" Yeah, make's good. Greet Iruka from me. "
As Sakura out of the room came, Sasuke was back bravely in his chair, empty the glass, the DVD is about up. The rest they watched in silence. Sasuke was curious but never to willing to admit it. Sakura sat on the couch beside him, staring at the screen and said nothing. Instead, she sipped her drink.
for others would be the silence was unbearable. Sasuke had grown up with her and Sakura just stubborn.
"So ..," she said after the last face had disappeared. "Think not mean that you get around it. You take one and have at least a date." She said with her voice business, clearly, distinctly and with a menacing undertone.
"Do I?" In Sasuke's voice tinged with an ignorant, arrogant tone, all the inherited an Uchiha and had perfected.
"Of course you do this" A sound that Sakura knew and who they are no longer impressed. At least not too much. "Since I know you I've never seen you on a date. Sasuke, you need much fun. The last time you smiled you when we have down this flat plaintiff in court. That's not healthy." He could real concern in her eyes . See
"It was a good day." He explained. Your eyebrow walked, she could also use this skeptical view, she had learned from him.
"You can not give up before I agree?", His eyes left her face for a single second
"Never. I work with you, I know where you live, you can escape me." She also stared in his face . Her look was a dangerous glitter. It was a challenge and Sasuke hated his gaffe last night a bit more. If he had just kept his door, but otherwise he could too.
A short break was formed, in which he breathed deeply. It was the time for his last Trump.
"This blonde idiot with the crooked grin," his voice was calm stressed: "This is a friend of yours?"
He saw the surprise on her face and had to restrain himself a smug grin. "I want him . "
"But ...", Sakura was wide awake at once. The expressions on her face changed from moment to moment: shock, incomprehension, doubt, distrust ... Confusion.
"Him or nobody else." Now he could not stop it, that his lips twitched. He had them trapped.
"This is so unfair." She rubbed her forehead, a sign that she was thinking hard. "Sasuke Uchiha, you're a nasty, nasty man "
He leaned back, it sounded like music to his ears.
" But. "And this word lies freeze him. Sakura rose slowly gathered her things together and her green eyes sparkled at him. "How do you want, boss," she saluted her not consent with sarcasm dripping She was angry could be seen literally as it was boiling in her posture was straight, as she trudged to the door And you could tell.... it easily to the biting tone in her voice. "The fact that you dare to take revenge on him up to me ..."
with a bang the door was closed and Sasuke alone again.
His eyes fell on the DVD case, which was still on the table and his thoughts returned to the blond man, and begged to be practical in the camera: "Call me not to."
since Sakura had understood something wrong. It was not about them. It was about him yourself
This blond idiot he would not hate her date at least not alone.
And Sasuke smiled.
Office 2003 Craker Sur Vista
Wordless Chapter 18
Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: wannabe Puppyshipping
disclaimer: I heard none of the characters, so sorry I does. And it does, oh yes, it does.
Summery: Seto Kaiba is a rich bastard, Joey Wheeler, a large mouth. And if a bastard hits a big mouth, then it must come zwangsläuftig of a dispute. So it has always been and so it should stay ... Forget it doll.
Note: lot of hard work, very little result. Or not. Act II, starting shot for the action, if it were for me something of action.
A special feature of low points is that a bottom is not at all in reality.
That sounds confusing and illogical, but true.
A conventional wisdom says that whenever if you believe: That he is. My low point of low points, the defeat of my life, my foot, I will drown by. Fate is always (for the sentimental among us who are) or "something" (for the other) and the skin you have a pure.
This "it" turns a defeat into a lost war and a foot in a huge grease barrel.
If I think so, "You're in love with Kaiba, you pig poor. Worse come's can not. "
Then would I need to know it better. Then it had to
is necessarily to the coming of what it was: I
. In front of him. On the ground. Eating dust.
Therefore, the previous low point, not a real low point. And the current low point not to, because I just know that another, even more humiliating low point, just waiting for me.
My life is simply to continue to speak in metaphors, fat bottomless pit.
"Look at you wallow in your self pity and get up," interrupted Kaiba then unfortunately something quite rude my philosophical thoughts.
. "Fuck you", I replied almost automatically, I braced but at least ever been to an effort: "I'm sorry, but your elevator of horror now I was really not prepared," He's right, but it was not as that I would tell him anywhere.
"Pff. There are handles dog. I did not know that you're blind." It was almost routine, a few insults to warm up and then came the business. But handles ...? The read me sit up after all. Suspicious, I peered up to Roland and wife Summer, the still smiling, funny woman. It was probably set for it. A guy to be polite and ausschaun a lady to nice. As if to compensate for Kaibas more ... incorrect character. A true mixture of horror.
The two stood there all unmoved.
"handles." So I repeated a bit perplexed. "Sure, I was just not on the handles ... hey!
Kaiba had me given to one of the looks and then simply turned around. For a moment I blinked at him behind. Finally, I was invited here, what was that went for a hospitality? the trail is easy and I was still sitting on the cold concrete floor.
As it is not. leaped I turn on my feet and followed the evil trio. Somehow, I'd be interested already, where we went. Ms. Sommer, who waved a briefcase in her hand, had immediately with Kaiba in retreat and Roland actually went a few steps ahead.
That was so unfair. They had home advantage.
After I had listened a few minutes the clicking of the heels of Mrs summer and still no one had explained to wide to me to say anything, then began holding I the conversation with a light small talk topic:
"Go Where the hell are we anyway?" We followed a passage / tunnel that was lit only by neon lights on the ceiling. Seriously, I had somehow Kaibas office somehow differently. The fit here better in a horror movie, I do not think that his business partner felt comfortable here. I did not do it anyway.
"To the car, why do you think we are probably elsewhere in the garage?" Kaibas voice echoed from the walls again as he walked on undeterred and not even turned to me. The
said, however, quite a lot. "Great." I was so important to him then that he ordered me into the garage . If one has ever heard of a meeting that was held in the garage? I for one .... already.
"If the garage is not always the unofficial talks actually-it-were-they-not-things? Am I your dirty secret?" It blurted out of me before I could prevent it.
something I had once seen on television. As the politicians have always met with the journalists in those garages, very secret and ... naja secrecy. Well, that was a feature film, but if there is Such faster-than-light-Lifts, why had not it?
"Wheeler, you do not take that important. By your small delay we have no choice. I still have an important appointment." We turned a corner.
"As if that was my fault," I shouted after him.
"No?"
"The movie is amazing not!"
"With you not."
"For me ... WHAT IS THE HOT AGAIN?"
"Nothing. We're here."
And then we were faced with the familiar sedan.
Roland held the door open and Kaiba looked at me invitingly. With the raised eyebrow, of course.
"fine", with high head up, I trudged past him, into the mouth of the lion ready to rise.
In the cave I was already.
********
The journey lasted. In the beginning, no one said anything and I just sat there while in my head a little lamp with a thick deja vu words flashed.
strange atmosphere? Check.
silence? Check.
pack soon to be suppressing demand Kaiba the collar and just churn well as I: "Damn, why I had to fall into such a bum" cry? Check.
And I had not even thought of flirting . Oh man ...
As to the whole mood However, not only strange but absolutely intolerable was made, Mrs summer.
Their silence was cruel. Kaibas silence I knew. It upsets me, but I knew it. Their silence was new, oppressive and while she looked at me with her clear blue eyes, I was always restless and began to swing his leg, just to make something.
"Um ... I'm sorry to ask again, but where are we going?" And burned the déjà vu lights.
"At my appointment, of course." Kaiba sounded annoyed. He had since the start of the ride a thick pack of papers of the nose and leafed through it. I felt a bit lost before.
"Und wo ist dieser ominöse Termin? Und was ist das überhaup? Man, komm mir hier ein bisschen entgegen.", ich war langsam echt verzweifelt. Die Stimmung hier, war mehr als verquer. Es passte einfach gar nichts. Alles gestelzt und gestellt. Die Welt ist eine Bühne und ich war eigentlich nur der Ersatzschauspieler, der seinen Text nicht konnte und in der Premiere auf die Bühne geschuppst wurde, plötzlich in der Hauptrolle.
"Wir sind da.", sagte Frau Sommer bevor Kaiba zu einer Antwort überhaupt ansetzten konnte und tatsächlich, die Limousine wurde immer langsamer bis sie vor einem großen Gebäude zum Stillstand kam. Kurze Zeit später wurde dir Tür aufgemacht. She got out first, then Kaiba. I just wanted to follow them and stood hunched in the doorway, as he turned back and blocked my way. I squinted through my stoop over the top. That was also a déjà vu thing: Kaiba admired from below, as if he otherwise was not big enough.
"What the soll'n now?" I asked, my throat while I verränkte still a bit more to look him in the face. My head was maybe a foot away from his chest. This is a long ruler from the school and even though the size seemed a then maybe, a foot is not much.
"You do not come with.
"What?" faltered, I. With a thud I let myself fall back onto the seat cushion. I was too confused to be angry.
time bent himself down to see me talking to a hand on the saloon roof fixed. I bet that would have been in this position a good look at Kaibas butt. If not for the jacket. Or the fear that Kaiba has eyes in the back of the head. I for one now had a good look at his eyes . The first day I felt really looked .
"Wheeler ...", he started and ran his hand through his hair. I did not know what I should be more shocked. From the look in his eyes , expressing its Voice or a gesture. All three items showed that Kaiba was tired, they showed that Kaiba damn a man was and he showed it to me by these things .
So I did my best to help him, I kept my mouth shut and listened.
"This is going to take longer. You have two options. Either Roland moves you home, I'll call you tomorrow and we settle the paperwork to express, as I the day after tomorrow in New York must be or ..." and here he paused, looked at my face again exactly as if he was looking for something in it. Whether he found it, I do not know any case, he went on: "... or you do me a favor Mokuba and pick from a friend and care about him. I promised him that I am at home earlier today, which I will not make it. Then we eat together later and can talk about the contract. "
I had stared at him with rather large eyes. For he stood still for a brief moment in the door and looked at me in a way that brought my heart pounding . Then he sat up and took a step back. I could be face to recognize not quite, but I saw the hand that quivered like a farewell and I heard definitely the "Think it's you." before he turned around and stairs to the building up step, I somewhere knew.
I watched his fluttering, stylish but not completely successful, was gone but all the more imposing cloak behind it up on the top step behind a massive wooden door.
Then I heard a cough and went over. as if I had a lightning hit. The disk, which separated from the rest otherwise the cab, had been pushed down. Roland looked at me with a thoughtful gaze. Anyway, he did, when the smile that played about his lips, was any indication: "Sir, if you want to continue to dream, I will give you the engine Otherwise, I would appreciate a statement from you.."
I felt like my cheeks were red. As a man, although they had the right like a schoolgirl in love someone else hinterherzustarren, but not caught the right to be here.
"Um ... uh ... where would you go for love?" Stammered I cope so. In my defense I must say that tickled my tummy. Everything tingled. It was not much that Kaiba had said, but it was much more than usual, is filtered to challenge our usual insults. So I was not very sane, as Roland, the glasses and moved me with a deal - what else could be - polite tone, asked: "Mr. Wheeler, I am able to explain the concept of a chauffeur, I'm here to transport you to a desired place "
I swallowed, perhaps could prevent that I was even redder Anyway, I swallowed hard and somewhere in between there is a managed.. Mokuba from my ...?" neck squeeze.
I mean, Kaiba had a called pleasure . Who am I someone that and to beat a free dinner? So was clear to make what I would, that was no question. The re-twitch Judging by Roland's mouth around, he had expected with my decision although he said with his usual toneless voice. "As you wish." before he was in the road class it and the Sedan in motion, but told the half-smile everything.
"I have not seen for a long Mokuba just, you know," I told him so.
"Certainly sir. That is a good way to catch that."
"Yeah, since ... uhhh not too long. And tonight I also happen to be free then stop."
"Coincidentally, of course."
"As you propose, as a dinner does not. Would you so refuse dinners?"
"Certainly not."
"And when you also can do this contract stuff, then that's wonderful."
"Wonderful, indeed."
"It's not as if I want to spend extra time with Kaiba, which has shown holding such a way you understand? As if you even put a cream pudding in your shopping cart, this is such a moment thing. "
" What cream pudding in the cart, a moment thing, I understand completely. "
Somehow I had the slight feeling that Roland is making fun of me.
No idea why.
*******
Mokuba had been surprised than me and not "Seeeetoooooo" sat in the limousine.
Yes, surprised it hits pretty well.
"Um. You are not Seto. "He had said, they rush him half while his backpack from his shoulders. It was such a heartbreaking Image, I could forget that this was a 16-year-old boy here. I told him so täschelte the cheek and beamed at him: "Razor-sharp concluded recently."
I do not know if I would have even more can go wrong.
It took the whole trip, the food at Burger World and visit the arcade forgiven until he almost had me. could
was not until the Kaiba-villa I be back "buddy Joe", which may be due to the crushing victory that he won on his Playstation with me. Yes, yes ... which has not cheered up any Kaiba.
But there was a big, big difference, at any rate between large-and small-Kaiba. One would have laughed at me and throw it out, the other invited me to an ice cream in his oversized kitchen.
"You were not too bad ...", Mokuba explained between bites of our pleasurable huge chocolate ice-syrup-Streussel-bergs. "The others do not last as long as you are by my brother, except, of course."
I rolled my eyes. Of course. But the vast amounts of chocolate I voted conciliatory. Kaiba was just Mokubas God and so quickly would probably not do anything. I could only hope that at the Serenity also did.
"How long will you stay really, Joey?" Mokuba asked me out of the blue. I choked me a bit on the ice: ".. Um actually I'm waiting on your brother," I said two more bites zwischne. Somehow, me and embarrassing Mokubas raised eyebrows because not very helpful. Even so Kaibading. "You know, I have to settle something with him ... Professional"
"Oh no, not you remember it!", He groaned and sat up the spoon. "Seriously, when I saw you in the limo, I thought that maybe we can finally Seto a little thinking of his own fun. ... But, oh man."
I could only just be to prevent rot. Kaibas fun ... with me ... Then came up images I now have not wanted there. I concentrated rather sure to scrape the rest Schokomansche from our shell.
"Well I, I look at least then someone who is waiting with me on Seto. Let's make a movie or something." He sighed as he placed the bowl in the dishwasher.
"Not a horror movie." Shot it out of me, as if from a gun.
"But Joey ..."
"No blood-anxiety racing even-more-blood-film."
"Come on, which are not soooo scary."
"Are you even old enough?"
"I have internet and can deal with search engines, you think it still plays some role?"
And so on and so on. We discussed in any event just excited when my eyes accidentally fell on the door. And with one blow Mokuba was miles away.
Kaiba was standing there, but how ... leaning against the door frame, a slight smile on his lips. But the truly unbearable was that the smile was when our eyes met. The only thing that changed was that Kaiba now entered the room
"Seto, Seto Mokuba ...", began with a reproachful tone, while he was still leaning against the dishwasher". You were not even to eat there. We have so many things, lots of healthy eating, right Joey? "
I nodded dutifully. Burger and chocolate are incredibly healthy, I tell you.
"I'm sorry Mokie, but you know how it currently is. I'm just not getting out of the company." Kaiba said as he suspiciously eyed the table on which no individual chocolate crumbs were seen.
Something bothered me at this answer, but it was just in feeling, so I ignored it. Maybe it was just the excuse. Or the nickname. The Kaiba, who I knew was using was not something like that. But the family Kaiba was different, I knew already. Just that he could also be me Family Kaiba, this was new. I could practically feel how my face twisted into a completely giddy grin.
What can I say? Happy families make of me has always been a wimp.
"has not come out with a nothing-The" time "emulate, brother. If you would let me at least some staff, I could help you really
...."," No, Mokuba ... We have but already talked about it. I do not want that. "Kaiba massaged his temples. Go with something in his voice with impatience.
"And I want you not only for five hours to see the weekend. Damn, I'm sixteen! But that interested so any of you. I remain always the 'short'. Happy continue working." He called out and then made bang it, the door was gone and Mokuba. Just my luck
grin. That was the, the dream of a perfect family. I looked inquiringly at any rate up to Kaiba, no idea what I had expected from him. It could be a sacking or a hug, the latter probably came from my imagination.
He sighed in any case only. "I'm still a coffee and then we sat down at your stuff."
I nodded. Coffee sounded good.
****
"You want me to pay actual duration ?" We had taken the living room, or that I had taken and had put me in one of the few areas that I knew here. Then Kaiba had brought his briefcase and set before me a stack of papers I leafed through now.
He shrugged his shoulders. "In a sense you really assistierst me in this case." I was still staring at the paper, there was an hourly wage of 13 €. Not bad at all, not bad.
"Uh ... okay." Muttered I flipped on and on. Damn, there stood in it all. Including holidays and sickness ... "What's that?" I showed him the two clauses.
"If you can not at a dinner." He said shortly, and let himself sink back into his chair.
"I thought that would be only one!", Somehow I was somewhat surprised. And I had more than this contract something ... well ... bureaucratic crap seen on Kaiba was the happy, so I began to realize that it was quite useful after all. Anyway, it was a nice Vorwahrnung.
"Such a trial can last if it is." Kaiba told me as he sipped his coffee. Tired winked at me, the coffee did not seem to affect any event special. I think he did not know under what circumstances, so I did not ask there.
"I need you 24 hours' notice to give when I can not? What about an emergency?" I was always confused and turned the pages back from the rear to the front and back. At the end were even etiquette. That was the first thing I had me excited. But Kaiba was too tired to argue with me alone and it was not fun. So I had just passed out to promote its "fair hair, the dress code, I just read his views.
"Read on." Ah, actually there was even a section on emergencies. My God, what a shit ...
"All right. So, just so I got that right. I send you my tax card and account number and everything is wonderful?"
Lo and behold, Kaibas eyebrow moved again.
"whassup?"
"idiot." He muttered. But it was a nice idiot, just so I rolled my eyes and turned back to the paragraph that I did not had understood.
"Yeah laugh, you just, I do not have to do with contracts every day and especially not so. What the hell 'Asked study materials?"
But instead of a new offense or a heruntergeleierten explanation I heard was, "wait." and Kaiba had disappeared from the room. I watched the crackling in the fireplace, which somehow fit the season. And I snuggled on the sofa even more. I had the same drive to get home, get out in the cold, which I had absolutely no desire. But that was then, now it was warm.
I heard Kaibas steps as he entered the room and fell next to me a little heavy on the stomach. "Ow! What is this for now?" I cursed as I watched the thing closer. It was a briefcase.
"Your work made materials." Said Kaiba read and slide back to his chair. For me it never looked so elegant.
"A briefcase, and exciting." I wanted to put the thing already on the ground, but Kaibas rolling eyes read me pause. "How would it open with?" Suggested he and I stuck out his tongue.
Clicking the thing was opened. And my mouth as well.
"This ... this ..", I was still staring at the contents. Kaibas amused voice came to me for help: "If a laptop, a cell phone and ... "
" ... a car key? "I held it against Kaiba, he shone in the light of the fire.
" You've got a driver's license? "asked Kaiba and I stared at him angrily. Of course, I had a driver's license, but we had only one car and the need to revise my father.
"But ... Kaiba, which I can not accept. This is too much. Really. "I just a fake assistant.
was" Wheeler, which is not a favor that I will do, but a company car. Do you think I can agree to let you be late to appointments, only because 'the path delay' was? ", His voice was the last part of the sentence somewhat sarcastically. Could it related that he had cited my Lieblingsausrede from class. I stared at the car keys still in between confusion and delight. Somehow it felt like a gift, even if Kaiba was me that it was only a means to an end. Somehow it was ...
"Thanks." and I smiled at him, right.
"No problem, dog." and he smiled back.
There are moments that can destroy even insults.
And there are moments where it was okay to be in love.
My heart, at least, knocked. Again.
deja vu.
Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: wannabe Puppyshipping
disclaimer: I heard none of the characters, so sorry I does. And it does, oh yes, it does.
Summery: Seto Kaiba is a rich bastard, Joey Wheeler, a large mouth. And if a bastard hits a big mouth, then it must come zwangsläuftig of a dispute. So it has always been and so it should stay ... Forget it doll.
Note: lot of hard work, very little result. Or not. Act II, starting shot for the action, if it were for me something of action.
A special feature of low points is that a bottom is not at all in reality.
That sounds confusing and illogical, but true.
A conventional wisdom says that whenever if you believe: That he is. My low point of low points, the defeat of my life, my foot, I will drown by. Fate is always (for the sentimental among us who are) or "something" (for the other) and the skin you have a pure.
This "it" turns a defeat into a lost war and a foot in a huge grease barrel.
If I think so, "You're in love with Kaiba, you pig poor. Worse come's can not. "
Then would I need to know it better. Then it had to
is necessarily to the coming of what it was: I
. In front of him. On the ground. Eating dust.
Therefore, the previous low point, not a real low point. And the current low point not to, because I just know that another, even more humiliating low point, just waiting for me.
My life is simply to continue to speak in metaphors, fat bottomless pit.
"Look at you wallow in your self pity and get up," interrupted Kaiba then unfortunately something quite rude my philosophical thoughts.
. "Fuck you", I replied almost automatically, I braced but at least ever been to an effort: "I'm sorry, but your elevator of horror now I was really not prepared," He's right, but it was not as that I would tell him anywhere.
"Pff. There are handles dog. I did not know that you're blind." It was almost routine, a few insults to warm up and then came the business. But handles ...? The read me sit up after all. Suspicious, I peered up to Roland and wife Summer, the still smiling, funny woman. It was probably set for it. A guy to be polite and ausschaun a lady to nice. As if to compensate for Kaibas more ... incorrect character. A true mixture of horror.
The two stood there all unmoved.
"handles." So I repeated a bit perplexed. "Sure, I was just not on the handles ... hey!
Kaiba had me given to one of the looks and then simply turned around. For a moment I blinked at him behind. Finally, I was invited here, what was that went for a hospitality? the trail is easy and I was still sitting on the cold concrete floor.
As it is not. leaped I turn on my feet and followed the evil trio. Somehow, I'd be interested already, where we went. Ms. Sommer, who waved a briefcase in her hand, had immediately with Kaiba in retreat and Roland actually went a few steps ahead.
That was so unfair. They had home advantage.
After I had listened a few minutes the clicking of the heels of Mrs summer and still no one had explained to wide to me to say anything, then began holding I the conversation with a light small talk topic:
"Go Where the hell are we anyway?" We followed a passage / tunnel that was lit only by neon lights on the ceiling. Seriously, I had somehow Kaibas office somehow differently. The fit here better in a horror movie, I do not think that his business partner felt comfortable here. I did not do it anyway.
"To the car, why do you think we are probably elsewhere in the garage?" Kaibas voice echoed from the walls again as he walked on undeterred and not even turned to me. The
said, however, quite a lot. "Great." I was so important to him then that he ordered me into the garage . If one has ever heard of a meeting that was held in the garage? I for one .... already.
"If the garage is not always the unofficial talks actually-it-were-they-not-things? Am I your dirty secret?" It blurted out of me before I could prevent it.
something I had once seen on television. As the politicians have always met with the journalists in those garages, very secret and ... naja secrecy. Well, that was a feature film, but if there is Such faster-than-light-Lifts, why had not it?
"Wheeler, you do not take that important. By your small delay we have no choice. I still have an important appointment." We turned a corner.
"As if that was my fault," I shouted after him.
"No?"
"The movie is amazing not!"
"With you not."
"For me ... WHAT IS THE HOT AGAIN?"
"Nothing. We're here."
And then we were faced with the familiar sedan.
Roland held the door open and Kaiba looked at me invitingly. With the raised eyebrow, of course.
"fine", with high head up, I trudged past him, into the mouth of the lion ready to rise.
In the cave I was already.
********
The journey lasted. In the beginning, no one said anything and I just sat there while in my head a little lamp with a thick deja vu words flashed.
strange atmosphere? Check.
silence? Check.
pack soon to be suppressing demand Kaiba the collar and just churn well as I: "Damn, why I had to fall into such a bum" cry? Check.
And I had not even thought of flirting . Oh man ...
As to the whole mood However, not only strange but absolutely intolerable was made, Mrs summer.
Their silence was cruel. Kaibas silence I knew. It upsets me, but I knew it. Their silence was new, oppressive and while she looked at me with her clear blue eyes, I was always restless and began to swing his leg, just to make something.
"Um ... I'm sorry to ask again, but where are we going?" And burned the déjà vu lights.
"At my appointment, of course." Kaiba sounded annoyed. He had since the start of the ride a thick pack of papers of the nose and leafed through it. I felt a bit lost before.
"Und wo ist dieser ominöse Termin? Und was ist das überhaup? Man, komm mir hier ein bisschen entgegen.", ich war langsam echt verzweifelt. Die Stimmung hier, war mehr als verquer. Es passte einfach gar nichts. Alles gestelzt und gestellt. Die Welt ist eine Bühne und ich war eigentlich nur der Ersatzschauspieler, der seinen Text nicht konnte und in der Premiere auf die Bühne geschuppst wurde, plötzlich in der Hauptrolle.
"Wir sind da.", sagte Frau Sommer bevor Kaiba zu einer Antwort überhaupt ansetzten konnte und tatsächlich, die Limousine wurde immer langsamer bis sie vor einem großen Gebäude zum Stillstand kam. Kurze Zeit später wurde dir Tür aufgemacht. She got out first, then Kaiba. I just wanted to follow them and stood hunched in the doorway, as he turned back and blocked my way. I squinted through my stoop over the top. That was also a déjà vu thing: Kaiba admired from below, as if he otherwise was not big enough.
"What the soll'n now?" I asked, my throat while I verränkte still a bit more to look him in the face. My head was maybe a foot away from his chest. This is a long ruler from the school and even though the size seemed a then maybe, a foot is not much.
"You do not come with.
"What?" faltered, I. With a thud I let myself fall back onto the seat cushion. I was too confused to be angry.
time bent himself down to see me talking to a hand on the saloon roof fixed. I bet that would have been in this position a good look at Kaibas butt. If not for the jacket. Or the fear that Kaiba has eyes in the back of the head. I for one now had a good look at his eyes . The first day I felt really looked .
"Wheeler ...", he started and ran his hand through his hair. I did not know what I should be more shocked. From the look in his eyes , expressing its Voice or a gesture. All three items showed that Kaiba was tired, they showed that Kaiba damn a man was and he showed it to me by these things .
So I did my best to help him, I kept my mouth shut and listened.
"This is going to take longer. You have two options. Either Roland moves you home, I'll call you tomorrow and we settle the paperwork to express, as I the day after tomorrow in New York must be or ..." and here he paused, looked at my face again exactly as if he was looking for something in it. Whether he found it, I do not know any case, he went on: "... or you do me a favor Mokuba and pick from a friend and care about him. I promised him that I am at home earlier today, which I will not make it. Then we eat together later and can talk about the contract. "
I had stared at him with rather large eyes. For he stood still for a brief moment in the door and looked at me in a way that brought my heart pounding . Then he sat up and took a step back. I could be face to recognize not quite, but I saw the hand that quivered like a farewell and I heard definitely the "Think it's you." before he turned around and stairs to the building up step, I somewhere knew.
I watched his fluttering, stylish but not completely successful, was gone but all the more imposing cloak behind it up on the top step behind a massive wooden door.
Then I heard a cough and went over. as if I had a lightning hit. The disk, which separated from the rest otherwise the cab, had been pushed down. Roland looked at me with a thoughtful gaze. Anyway, he did, when the smile that played about his lips, was any indication: "Sir, if you want to continue to dream, I will give you the engine Otherwise, I would appreciate a statement from you.."
I felt like my cheeks were red. As a man, although they had the right like a schoolgirl in love someone else hinterherzustarren, but not caught the right to be here.
"Um ... uh ... where would you go for love?" Stammered I cope so. In my defense I must say that tickled my tummy. Everything tingled. It was not much that Kaiba had said, but it was much more than usual, is filtered to challenge our usual insults. So I was not very sane, as Roland, the glasses and moved me with a deal - what else could be - polite tone, asked: "Mr. Wheeler, I am able to explain the concept of a chauffeur, I'm here to transport you to a desired place "
I swallowed, perhaps could prevent that I was even redder Anyway, I swallowed hard and somewhere in between there is a managed.. Mokuba from my ...?" neck squeeze.
I mean, Kaiba had a called pleasure . Who am I someone that and to beat a free dinner? So was clear to make what I would, that was no question. The re-twitch Judging by Roland's mouth around, he had expected with my decision although he said with his usual toneless voice. "As you wish." before he was in the road class it and the Sedan in motion, but told the half-smile everything.
"I have not seen for a long Mokuba just, you know," I told him so.
"Certainly sir. That is a good way to catch that."
"Yeah, since ... uhhh not too long. And tonight I also happen to be free then stop."
"Coincidentally, of course."
"As you propose, as a dinner does not. Would you so refuse dinners?"
"Certainly not."
"And when you also can do this contract stuff, then that's wonderful."
"Wonderful, indeed."
"It's not as if I want to spend extra time with Kaiba, which has shown holding such a way you understand? As if you even put a cream pudding in your shopping cart, this is such a moment thing. "
" What cream pudding in the cart, a moment thing, I understand completely. "
Somehow I had the slight feeling that Roland is making fun of me.
No idea why.
*******
Mokuba had been surprised than me and not "Seeeetoooooo" sat in the limousine.
Yes, surprised it hits pretty well.
"Um. You are not Seto. "He had said, they rush him half while his backpack from his shoulders. It was such a heartbreaking Image, I could forget that this was a 16-year-old boy here. I told him so täschelte the cheek and beamed at him: "Razor-sharp concluded recently."
I do not know if I would have even more can go wrong.
It took the whole trip, the food at Burger World and visit the arcade forgiven until he almost had me. could
was not until the Kaiba-villa I be back "buddy Joe", which may be due to the crushing victory that he won on his Playstation with me. Yes, yes ... which has not cheered up any Kaiba.
But there was a big, big difference, at any rate between large-and small-Kaiba. One would have laughed at me and throw it out, the other invited me to an ice cream in his oversized kitchen.
"You were not too bad ...", Mokuba explained between bites of our pleasurable huge chocolate ice-syrup-Streussel-bergs. "The others do not last as long as you are by my brother, except, of course."
I rolled my eyes. Of course. But the vast amounts of chocolate I voted conciliatory. Kaiba was just Mokubas God and so quickly would probably not do anything. I could only hope that at the Serenity also did.
"How long will you stay really, Joey?" Mokuba asked me out of the blue. I choked me a bit on the ice: ".. Um actually I'm waiting on your brother," I said two more bites zwischne. Somehow, me and embarrassing Mokubas raised eyebrows because not very helpful. Even so Kaibading. "You know, I have to settle something with him ... Professional"
"Oh no, not you remember it!", He groaned and sat up the spoon. "Seriously, when I saw you in the limo, I thought that maybe we can finally Seto a little thinking of his own fun. ... But, oh man."
I could only just be to prevent rot. Kaibas fun ... with me ... Then came up images I now have not wanted there. I concentrated rather sure to scrape the rest Schokomansche from our shell.
"Well I, I look at least then someone who is waiting with me on Seto. Let's make a movie or something." He sighed as he placed the bowl in the dishwasher.
"Not a horror movie." Shot it out of me, as if from a gun.
"But Joey ..."
"No blood-anxiety racing even-more-blood-film."
"Come on, which are not soooo scary."
"Are you even old enough?"
"I have internet and can deal with search engines, you think it still plays some role?"
And so on and so on. We discussed in any event just excited when my eyes accidentally fell on the door. And with one blow Mokuba was miles away.
Kaiba was standing there, but how ... leaning against the door frame, a slight smile on his lips. But the truly unbearable was that the smile was when our eyes met. The only thing that changed was that Kaiba now entered the room
"Seto, Seto Mokuba ...", began with a reproachful tone, while he was still leaning against the dishwasher". You were not even to eat there. We have so many things, lots of healthy eating, right Joey? "
I nodded dutifully. Burger and chocolate are incredibly healthy, I tell you.
"I'm sorry Mokie, but you know how it currently is. I'm just not getting out of the company." Kaiba said as he suspiciously eyed the table on which no individual chocolate crumbs were seen.
Something bothered me at this answer, but it was just in feeling, so I ignored it. Maybe it was just the excuse. Or the nickname. The Kaiba, who I knew was using was not something like that. But the family Kaiba was different, I knew already. Just that he could also be me Family Kaiba, this was new. I could practically feel how my face twisted into a completely giddy grin.
What can I say? Happy families make of me has always been a wimp.
"has not come out with a nothing-The" time "emulate, brother. If you would let me at least some staff, I could help you really
...."," No, Mokuba ... We have but already talked about it. I do not want that. "Kaiba massaged his temples. Go with something in his voice with impatience.
"And I want you not only for five hours to see the weekend. Damn, I'm sixteen! But that interested so any of you. I remain always the 'short'. Happy continue working." He called out and then made bang it, the door was gone and Mokuba. Just my luck
grin. That was the, the dream of a perfect family. I looked inquiringly at any rate up to Kaiba, no idea what I had expected from him. It could be a sacking or a hug, the latter probably came from my imagination.
He sighed in any case only. "I'm still a coffee and then we sat down at your stuff."
I nodded. Coffee sounded good.
****
"You want me to pay actual duration ?" We had taken the living room, or that I had taken and had put me in one of the few areas that I knew here. Then Kaiba had brought his briefcase and set before me a stack of papers I leafed through now.
He shrugged his shoulders. "In a sense you really assistierst me in this case." I was still staring at the paper, there was an hourly wage of 13 €. Not bad at all, not bad.
"Uh ... okay." Muttered I flipped on and on. Damn, there stood in it all. Including holidays and sickness ... "What's that?" I showed him the two clauses.
"If you can not at a dinner." He said shortly, and let himself sink back into his chair.
"I thought that would be only one!", Somehow I was somewhat surprised. And I had more than this contract something ... well ... bureaucratic crap seen on Kaiba was the happy, so I began to realize that it was quite useful after all. Anyway, it was a nice Vorwahrnung.
"Such a trial can last if it is." Kaiba told me as he sipped his coffee. Tired winked at me, the coffee did not seem to affect any event special. I think he did not know under what circumstances, so I did not ask there.
"I need you 24 hours' notice to give when I can not? What about an emergency?" I was always confused and turned the pages back from the rear to the front and back. At the end were even etiquette. That was the first thing I had me excited. But Kaiba was too tired to argue with me alone and it was not fun. So I had just passed out to promote its "fair hair, the dress code, I just read his views.
"Read on." Ah, actually there was even a section on emergencies. My God, what a shit ...
"All right. So, just so I got that right. I send you my tax card and account number and everything is wonderful?"
Lo and behold, Kaibas eyebrow moved again.
"whassup?"
"idiot." He muttered. But it was a nice idiot, just so I rolled my eyes and turned back to the paragraph that I did not had understood.
"Yeah laugh, you just, I do not have to do with contracts every day and especially not so. What the hell 'Asked study materials?"
But instead of a new offense or a heruntergeleierten explanation I heard was, "wait." and Kaiba had disappeared from the room. I watched the crackling in the fireplace, which somehow fit the season. And I snuggled on the sofa even more. I had the same drive to get home, get out in the cold, which I had absolutely no desire. But that was then, now it was warm.
I heard Kaibas steps as he entered the room and fell next to me a little heavy on the stomach. "Ow! What is this for now?" I cursed as I watched the thing closer. It was a briefcase.
"Your work made materials." Said Kaiba read and slide back to his chair. For me it never looked so elegant.
"A briefcase, and exciting." I wanted to put the thing already on the ground, but Kaibas rolling eyes read me pause. "How would it open with?" Suggested he and I stuck out his tongue.
Clicking the thing was opened. And my mouth as well.
"This ... this ..", I was still staring at the contents. Kaibas amused voice came to me for help: "If a laptop, a cell phone and ... "
" ... a car key? "I held it against Kaiba, he shone in the light of the fire.
" You've got a driver's license? "asked Kaiba and I stared at him angrily. Of course, I had a driver's license, but we had only one car and the need to revise my father.
"But ... Kaiba, which I can not accept. This is too much. Really. "I just a fake assistant.
was" Wheeler, which is not a favor that I will do, but a company car. Do you think I can agree to let you be late to appointments, only because 'the path delay' was? ", His voice was the last part of the sentence somewhat sarcastically. Could it related that he had cited my Lieblingsausrede from class. I stared at the car keys still in between confusion and delight. Somehow it felt like a gift, even if Kaiba was me that it was only a means to an end. Somehow it was ...
"Thanks." and I smiled at him, right.
"No problem, dog." and he smiled back.
There are moments that can destroy even insults.
And there are moments where it was okay to be in love.
My heart, at least, knocked. Again.
deja vu.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Shower Door For Low Ceiling
grazing shot - Chapter 1
Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: Sasu-Naru Friendshipfic
Disclaimer: Surprisingly, I have no rights to Naruto. Funny.
Summery: AU , ". Imagine a bank robbery before And you're right in the middle."
Note: Approximate Chapter Five, featuring Naruto, Sasuke, in a further, continuing sporadic writing, they know me.
Imagine a bank robbery before.
And you're in the middle.
not as an employee. At least not directly. Actually, should Do not take it, you should really work here at all. You are only the temporary employee of the temp and have the place to get three points.
you need money for your studies, which also does not run particularly well. An important reading is precisely at this moment and you brush any room, while next door the large business is done. You've joked with friends that such an attack would be something. You also know about where the safe is.
But those were jokes. You never thought that something could really happen.
Not in Müllausleeren when the rear door is open unattended for a moment, not if you must then clean windows. You hate cleaning windows, streaks are always there and you wish for cause the bell of the old school days, just to have a break.
You did not expect such a gong.
The only warning is a shot in the next room, you turn around and start the door thrown open to the chamber wall. You see a gun and not even a grin. A black mask covered it, the whole head. ". As cliché," are you still with the head before he starts to command:
Your only weapon is a garbage bag, which you hold in your hands.
"Now drop the beautiful body bag and onto the floor, Blondie. You will use it later. "
you like it not to be named Blondie. His laugh sounds cruel and turns. You move and do not observe the barrel of the weapon. It is not automatic, and he came closer. Too close. For him. He can not know that you know these situations. Not even your closest friends know it. You guessed it know, but is something completely different. And this man is far from it.
"What? Hard grown? "The voice of the man is subdued by the material. He sounds mocking, confident of himself. Of course he does, he is eventually pumped full of adrenaline. No man is easy on me nothing, you nothing and the bank is indifferent. Quiet, maybe, but never indifferent. It is never matter.
It takes less than two seconds and he goes down. Your handles are still good but not perfect. The weapon he is clutching still. And he defends himself. You press it down and it pushes up the top. You are equally strong. You do not get the weapon pack and then ...
It was a kick, do not you? A strong kick. You hold your stomach and you have the wall behind you. You felt it when you're slammed into them. Now there are two. Two arms, two men and one automatic.
"You bastard," yells one of them. His mask has slipped, black hair, look out below. He is beside himself, out of control. He glares at you. Still with the gun in his hand. But he's too angry for that. He wants revenge, and a shot of him is not good enough to be passive. You look leather gloves and heavy boots, which come closer and try to defend yourself, but there are two men and two weapons and you are not in practice.
you can breathe. And that surprises you. Everything hurts, but you can still breathe. Careful you do to your eyes. You look blurry. But you know what you see. Everyone recognizes a gun barrel when it is held right at his head.
The blood pounding in your ears, but not too loud to not hear what happens around you.
Not too loud to not talking mitzubekommen.
"Leave him, he has had enough."
"Give me one reason why I should leave him alive? Give me a reason, man! "
" We do it to others and then we disturb them. Believe me, you see it not, is done. Ehrlich, who is ready. "
One more step. No fixed, more of a tested, a pointing. You have to curl up and pull yourself together so as not to whimper. At least, that they should not get, at least this
with a jerk you will drawn up. Now you can not help it. You feel you are torn apart, you feel you are no longer a man, just a poorly stitched together doll whose limbs are bound only with loose threads on the body.
You have the feeling that you can not even pass when you're dragged through rooms.
will suddenly let go of you. No, that's not true. You will geschuppst. Something hard collides with you, a floor?
And then it was night.
Author: Mrs. Cesy Kessiritza
Pairing: Sasu-Naru Friendshipfic
Disclaimer: Surprisingly, I have no rights to Naruto. Funny.
Summery: AU , ". Imagine a bank robbery before And you're right in the middle."
Note: Approximate Chapter Five, featuring Naruto, Sasuke, in a further, continuing sporadic writing, they know me.
Imagine a bank robbery before.
And you're in the middle.
not as an employee. At least not directly. Actually, should Do not take it, you should really work here at all. You are only the temporary employee of the temp and have the place to get three points.
you need money for your studies, which also does not run particularly well. An important reading is precisely at this moment and you brush any room, while next door the large business is done. You've joked with friends that such an attack would be something. You also know about where the safe is.
But those were jokes. You never thought that something could really happen.
Not in Müllausleeren when the rear door is open unattended for a moment, not if you must then clean windows. You hate cleaning windows, streaks are always there and you wish for cause the bell of the old school days, just to have a break.
You did not expect such a gong.
The only warning is a shot in the next room, you turn around and start the door thrown open to the chamber wall. You see a gun and not even a grin. A black mask covered it, the whole head. ". As cliché," are you still with the head before he starts to command:
Your only weapon is a garbage bag, which you hold in your hands.
"Now drop the beautiful body bag and onto the floor, Blondie. You will use it later. "
you like it not to be named Blondie. His laugh sounds cruel and turns. You move and do not observe the barrel of the weapon. It is not automatic, and he came closer. Too close. For him. He can not know that you know these situations. Not even your closest friends know it. You guessed it know, but is something completely different. And this man is far from it.
"What? Hard grown? "The voice of the man is subdued by the material. He sounds mocking, confident of himself. Of course he does, he is eventually pumped full of adrenaline. No man is easy on me nothing, you nothing and the bank is indifferent. Quiet, maybe, but never indifferent. It is never matter.
It takes less than two seconds and he goes down. Your handles are still good but not perfect. The weapon he is clutching still. And he defends himself. You press it down and it pushes up the top. You are equally strong. You do not get the weapon pack and then ...
It was a kick, do not you? A strong kick. You hold your stomach and you have the wall behind you. You felt it when you're slammed into them. Now there are two. Two arms, two men and one automatic.
"You bastard," yells one of them. His mask has slipped, black hair, look out below. He is beside himself, out of control. He glares at you. Still with the gun in his hand. But he's too angry for that. He wants revenge, and a shot of him is not good enough to be passive. You look leather gloves and heavy boots, which come closer and try to defend yourself, but there are two men and two weapons and you are not in practice.
you can breathe. And that surprises you. Everything hurts, but you can still breathe. Careful you do to your eyes. You look blurry. But you know what you see. Everyone recognizes a gun barrel when it is held right at his head.
The blood pounding in your ears, but not too loud to not hear what happens around you.
Not too loud to not talking mitzubekommen.
"Leave him, he has had enough."
"Give me one reason why I should leave him alive? Give me a reason, man! "
" We do it to others and then we disturb them. Believe me, you see it not, is done. Ehrlich, who is ready. "
One more step. No fixed, more of a tested, a pointing. You have to curl up and pull yourself together so as not to whimper. At least, that they should not get, at least this
with a jerk you will drawn up. Now you can not help it. You feel you are torn apart, you feel you are no longer a man, just a poorly stitched together doll whose limbs are bound only with loose threads on the body.
You have the feeling that you can not even pass when you're dragged through rooms.
will suddenly let go of you. No, that's not true. You will geschuppst. Something hard collides with you, a floor?
And then it was night.
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