Fingered And Infection

[FanFiction] Blinded I am and so are You - Missing Moment: Die Zwiebeln [PG]

Title: Die Zwiebeln
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Missing Moment Blinded I am and so are You
Summary: Tom not see us and not If that is the riding cookware and knives. We think Bill. Or at least try.

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Die Zwiebeln

And here I am.

Sitting in the kitchen listening to the tragedy of my brother who is ill arrabatta between the various pots in an attempt to cook something edible. That faithless to our mother went out to run errands, convinced that I can safely entrust the care of my brother.
Stunned! It was perhaps forgotten that the only here with a brain, and especially talented culinary, am I?
And I can not do nothing but sit cross-legged on a rocking chair waiting for the poison that will put an end to my sad and dark life.

SDLENG

"Ahio"

If before my brother will not put an end to his.

"Bill, are you okay?" I ask wearily for the tenth time in two minutes.

"Yes, yes, do not worry!"

noise of paper that is turned.
wrinkled her nose, annoyed. I am a big supporter of the recipes do it yourself, do not understand how my sister could betray this sacred way of life in favor of an ordinary cookbook.

"You'll see, I love it!" They all replied enthusiastically. "I'm not saying that I will be as good as mom, but I'm sure you'll get to the levels of Aunt Hilda. Then look closely for the last time he had even burn the roast and I do not understand how you could do such a thing. I mean, to mix the ingredients it takes some skill, in fact - that when I'm discovering that you have, anyway. Really, I trust your security as a cook, but perhaps, in this case, talent has kissed myself - but cooking, I say, is a question of timing. It 's like being late to an appointment, how do you? "

The flow of words makes me smile.
Bill has always been a big talker, but in these moments, I realize that speaks more to me than for himself. Knows how much I hate the moments of silence, what makes me feel disoriented. I never imagined how difficult it was to understand what's happening in the world, without being able to see.

But there is one thing that can not be waived.

"Hey! Go back a minute! I am the best at cooking. In no way whatsoever. "

" Ah! And what makes you think, (grace)? You've never tasted anything of mine. Me neither actually. But, anyway, if I ever left you was cooking for convenience only and in about an hour you shall have the proof! "

" You! Degenerate brother! Forget my sauce from here to eternity! "

" I forget the yes and will be superseded by this delight! Tsk! "

And suddenly the unexpected sound. One STLAC similar to latex pulled on the skin.
curious sniff the air around me and I have confirmation of what I feared.

"Bill, sorry if I have to question your culinary genius, but I do not think that latex is edible."

"What?"

"Latex! What has? "Now that I am the best cook in between the two there is no doubt but I thought - hoped - to feel very different smells in the kitchen.

few moments of stunned silence.

"I heard the noise and smell, Bill" I explain a bit 'impatiently.
It 'really annoying this thing of having to justify to the world all that I can imagine without the view. It 's like everyone else was inconceivable to understand something without seeing it, and, despite days now, I'm trying to make them understand the other hand, systematically fall for it. It 'a reflex. It 's like the look of amazement that I see - I saw - on the people when Bill and I say something at the same time. All there to wonder twin powers. As if they had not ever say something in sync with a person they know very well.

People are stupid, here.
Regardless of evidence, always wants to believe - or disbelieve - in what she wants.

"Oh, these! - Finally deigns to clarify - are used to protect the nails! "
I conclude that "They" he meant the gloves. He wrinkled his nose and I'm leaving with a chef's Pippone purist sense the importance of consistency of food through the hands and the pleasure that you should try when handling the ingredients when, fortunately, I chilled the bud by an image block .

that I spit in disgust pieces of black painted nails scattered everywhere in the pot.

"Good idea" I nod with conviction.

"I know." Returned even more convinced.

sound of something being cut. Penetrating odor and sweet onions I'd say.
My brother with a knife in his hand.
The disturbing thing is that they have become blind to their own imagination you can still see very vivid images.

And now I see blood on his fingers everywhere and onions.

The blind and the maimed: I resign myself to the idea of changing the name of our group "Lourdes Hospital."
"UAAARGGGHHH!"

Shit, I did not think really happened! "Bill! What is wrong? "I ask, in a panic.
I try to get up from his chair, but I have not the faintest idea where my brother. I meeting to turn on myself like an idiot. "Bill?"

"Oh God help me Tom! I do not see more "desperate chirping.

To which I place on ice. "You're kidding?" I ask in a voice stone.

"No! It makes me very badly! "I'm running to my left, then to my right, and then I hear a lot of noise stuff fall to the ground.
At that point I also begin to move somewhere, somehow hoping to cross
"Bill? But what happened? "I ask for more and more worried.

I stumble into something soft, moving and, I assume, would be my brother sitting on the floor. I lowered myself and try to embrace both in a panic.
The result is a slap her on my neck and my football at a point not clearly identified but he does moan offended.

"Ok! Fermi, "cried impatiently.

put his hands forward in a more delicate and, once reached his body, groping for an idea of exactly what I'm tapping and my position in relation to him, in a gesture that I know now rather family. I feel the soft fingers of my brother do the same thing about me. In a gesture far from family and that gives me pleasant chills as inappropriate. Thank heaven that my brother does not see us at the time.

Finally, once you have framed more or less where they are and how you put my body, I literally throws herself at him.
"Ouch! Bill "I start to complain, but I remain petrified her face sinking feeling in my neck.
E 'wet: she is crying. Indeed, it is ten minutes on this part that does nothing but complain.
I let my hands down his back, hoping to calm him down a bit 'and to be able to make him talk.

"It makes you so bad? But what happened? "

Between sobs and another can perceive only one word:" Onions! "

" Please? "

" burn. I knew that I had it done to you. Basically you would not change anything. "

grant all the calm of this world, my brother grabbed me by the shoulders and carry it in front. I admit that the final effect with your eyes blindfolded, could not be much, but it is the concept that counts.
"Bill."

"Yes?"

"Fuck!"

Concluding Remarks author: So, needless to say I adore Blind.
But no! Ricordiamocelo everyone: Blind is adorable for the idea, for the chosen point of view, as it is written, for the characterization of the characters, the rhythms, stamp and Kasimir well, here!
It 's a fanfiction that remains inside, and it continues to think even after reading it. Even while cutting onions.
Hence, this idiocy. It 's a fic fluff without much effect, but at least I hope it is pleasing to the author of Blind (yes, because I have already GNEP said XD!)

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[fanfiction] Playing the Angel-Oneshot - [Rating] PG




Title: Playing the Angel
Author: Yulin
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: "And then slowly I realized one important thing: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom. "

Disclaimers: The Kaulitz twins are not my own. But, should never be sold, I will gladly buy them, here ^ ^
Everything I write is pure work of fiction.


Playing the Angel

When Tom was young, had a real propensity for getting into trouble.

was the classic boy you wondered how he managed to get to five years.
What was not enough to bring the hand to see the flame burning, had to put it in just to see what would happen.

What you shut in cupboards and we slept inside, oblivious to the air that was missing, or in a bathtub was always trying to exceed the limit of apnea, at the risk of being burned his lungs.

I still remember with horror the time I decided to climb onto the roof to save a kitten found themselves all and two (cat and baby) to complain about in a desperate corner of the roof.
how it was possible that our mother had a heart attack is God only knows.

Not to mention the time and swallowed whole handfuls of mud, pretending it was the chocolate that my mother forbade us to punishment.
Perhaps it may seem presumptuous on my part (after all they tell me that many in the presumption is my fatal flaw), but I am convinced that if my brother has come down is just about my adolescence.

do not know if we are temperamentally very different or if I was just a reaction to his exuberant behavior: after all, to think of it, be constantly confused with another person can be really annoying, especially if you are self-centered.

fact, come to think of even better, the behavior of my brother could be read as a way to draw attention to himself.

Anyway, I loved being the perfect child, a small English lord. What

replace the toys, which never gets dirty, playing to do housework and composed even in the toy car sat
dell'autoscontro, doing everything to avoid the other cars. And perfect
good brother watched Tom, shook his head disapprovingly and air of superiority and systematically pulled him out of trouble in which he had kicked before it was too dangerous for him.

was my half, by God, I could not allow me to remain incomplete for a small defect in cell division that had deprived him of most of the neurons and all the way to survive.

And then slowly I realized something important: it was not only the approval of adults to gratify:
I liked to take care of Tom.

I like take care of Tom.

Even now, it finally came out with only two childhood lavage in assets, has continued to slip all kinds of crap in your mouth.
The problem is that now the junk is junk food and especially a large amount of alcohol. The
that allows it to be even more stupid than it already is and hunt in situations in the surreal.

I recovered that pissing on rugs convinced that they were toilets, I have recovered when it has climbed on the roof (again) to howl at the moon, when I recovered very unsavory types were dragging him into an orgy.

And he, watching them with eyes wide open, without understanding what they wanted.
Basically I was the one female, no? Vaglielo to explain that because adolescent boy, very cute, and most rotten drunk, was attractive to them as an oasis in the desert for a missing.
's just that has no sense of danger, and for that I'm there, always behind him, always protect him.

When the girls give me the angel, what you do not know is that I am a guardian angel.

And now here I am, to put a fresh patch on the forehead after yet another drunken, amorous escape after another, after another sneak through the back window.

The day the staff will know of them they will leak out, I know. And I

opinions in front of him to take the blows for him, I also know this.
E 'that I can not do anything, it seems almost to have a maternal instinct with him.

's so cute.

I look at rest with eyes closed, lying broken and lost in his clothes, with a stupid smile on my face and all her hair spread on the pillow.

I can not help but keep thinking.

And, right now, I can not help but to tell him.
But I lean on him, and him only whisper to your ear, because a little 'I feel stupid and do not want to hear the sound of my voice when I tell him.

"You're really cute, you know?"

"Vain"

alone I realize that I put the pout. It is not true. I mean, yes, yes, but this is not the case.
For a twin no one else in the world is more than its twin. Why do you pass every single day of their lives to look deep in a continuous game of "find the similarities and differences."

And Tom is not 'like me AT ALL.
I am that good, he is cute.

There, now I may seem cocky, but instead I only told the truth.
I have the finest features, eyes larger, more fleshy mouth. I have the moves of course the most elegant, and above all do not have a piercing stupid grin on his lips that makes me more than smile and take away all the symmetry of my face.

symmetry is equivalent to beauty right? So I am beautiful. But he is
really nice.

Even now. Even with the flap at the mouth.
stroked his forehead, and lose myself once again watching it. He has the most features round, almost childish.
And then, when it moves, Caracalla in an almost clumsy. Buffa.
It plays to the great man when he can not even face the people when he speaks.

I love being on show and maybe he'd love to, but the reality is that it is so shy he laughs every time he sings the frame.
And every time I think about it, I repeat: this is the cutest thing that ever happened to me before.

Basically I'm really lucky: the thing I like most in the world is also one that is closer to me.



author notes: Please take my word, this is a twincest. E 'born to be, what the heck!, And Tom was born to be a uke in which, for once, Bill does not end up being a troione.
It would also have to be a final kiss scene, but as it happens more often now, after writing the last sentence * indicates that you see up there with the little finger * I said to myself: "Ok, but to tell the true I said everything I wanted to say. "
Try to forgive me: I did not force myself to write something that I was afraid it might seem stuck at random.
So forgive me for the fic with the lowest rating that has ever been published, and vogliatemi some 'good for puccioneria I tried to put on this.

Ah, right! Yulin * singsong voice *: The title is taken from the name of a Depeche Mode album.
not doing it on purpose, I swear, but every time I think of a title I echo the words of evil head in Martin and I always simply perfect.
Ah, as usual, thank you for Tab betaggio ^ ^