Creative Sound Blaster Extigy Windows 7

[fanfiction] Remember [PG]

Title: Remember
Author: lisachanoando
Beta: meggie87
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bill / Bushido (mentioned).
Genre: Comedy, Romance (mentioned).
Alerts: Slash.
Summary: The gift that Tom buy his brother Bill for Christmas turns out to be a pretext to allow Bill to have oestrus artistic outlet in unconventional ways. And there goes half a poor model of a Gundam.
Disclaimer: Apart from the obvious things that we all know to be true (like the Barbie Mermaid Bill), is completely false and so on.
Notes: Written for the Advent Calendar of Fanworld.it ♥ And for the prompt on Criticombola of Criticón 77. Remember .

REMEMBER
77. Remember

What was the reason that Tom had insisted so much for the piggy bank of china, including Simon the exact moment when the child appeared to her, wrapped in a jacket twice the size of its size . Her blond hair tangled and they were all gathered under a puffy hat and ruined it, reaching behind his neck and ending with a cheerleader who perhaps had once been smooth and round, gave him almost like a kind of Santa's small, tiny, skinny, disheveled and panting.
- What did you do all afternoon, Tomi? - Asked softly, kneeling before him and pulling the cap, and then reorder the hair on the forehead and temples - where have you been? Tom
sly smile, pulling out a gift bag from the jacket of medium size but, in her arms to him, seemed large at least twice as much.
- I found it! - Said triumphantly, waving the package wrapped in a blue bottle and dark, shiny, shimmering in the lamplight, - A gift for Bill!
Simon opened his eyes, partially softened and partially stunned. He started to ask him where he got the money to buy it - whatever it was - but there, in fact, remembered the ceramic piggy bank and how he had initially thought that blessed and fed pig from the air would not survive even a week and then watch it swell day by day with all the coins with which you, Jörg, and Gordon continued to fill it from time to time, under the eyes of the grateful and hopeful Tom nicer that Simon could remember in years of maternity satisfied ;.
And to say that Tom, in effect, that was pretty , including the twins, Bill could have been saying many things in front of his ten years of poor life - he was talented, but how to channel this His talent no one had much clearer ideas, including Bill, who was pleasantly self-deprecating, but also able to take seriously tragic and disturbingly all too easily, it was outrageous, outrageous as it may be always a child of ten years, was abusive and capricious and intelligent, but it was nice , in the broadest sense, sweet and soft and tender of the term, not just one. Bill already spoke of letting his nails grow to poke in the eye of the teasing, it is not that cute.
- Oh! - The woman nodded, scanning the air-curious son, - And what?
- A toy. - Tom said with a shrug of the shoulders, as if it were obvious. Indeed it was, but Simon could not help but feel deeply uneasy about. Bill could be so incredibly easy to injury, when it came to what others were doing to please him - its basic reasoning, although not completely absurd, it was something very much like a dry "to I do not care if you do something to make me happy, if not then you can actually make me happy , does not deserve my gratitude, but to limit a long, painful look before a tragic and dramatic sigh and run my room. "
- And that toy is? - Then asked, fearful, clutching a little 'shoulders. Tom
wrinkled her nose, irritated.
- It's a surprise, it's just for him. - Blurted out, before getting rid of her tight, put the package under the tree and climb in their own room, calling Bill a loud voice.
Simon sighed, rebounded to his feet. He thought of the Mermaid Barbie jealous that Bill kept as a guard dog, preventing anyone - including you - to approach, and hoped that Tom was already smart enough to be able to do their accounts and understand.

*

Ten years, Tom, were not quite enough. He and Bill had spent all that time together, plus the additional nine months in the womb, but they probably were not calculated in the act of the final statement, simply because it had been months cohabitation unconscious - and, if there had been the consciousness, Tom had forgotten. Was because when you're in the belly of your mother you're not able to remember, or it was because Bill had already been traumatized so much so that he had to remove all memory, not interested to find out. However
had happened, his brother Tom had always found a strange and mysterious object to be handled with care, like knives, toy guns - which were never, never, never bet against Gordon, because the dots always ended in some way to conficcarglisi shins - and cosmetic creams for his mother. He had, moreover, there is a reason why the Bill instead of all those things handled with the lightness of a rubber ball, as if they were perfectly harmless - and yes that Tom also had problems to handle the balls of rubber, which in hand seemed to him suddenly become deadly weapons designed to gut vessels, breaking windows and gutting unhappy and unfortunate goldfish bowls.
In short, there must be an affinity between Bill, knives, toy guns and cosmetic creams to Simon, and beyond the obvious that tied his brother to the last, the most great similarity that is tied to the other two types of object was certainly his ability to become something incredibly dangerous in a short period of time so that I can not in any way to take adequate measures to curb.
His brother, sitting on the carpet in front of him and sometimes illuminated by flashing lights adorning the tree, turned in his hands a model of Gundam, saving for months, had managed to buy him for Christmas, looking at it from every side as he could not even trying to make sense. Behind him, Tom Gordon could feel a pinch sound exasperated pat on the forehead, while Simon sighed deeply.
- Um, do you like? - Asked fearful, watching his brother from the bottom up after his head slightly tilted. Bill weighed as the model would try to detect the density and then sighed deeply, standing up.
- I suppose so. - Then answered, moving away towards the stairs with a meditative air.
- supposed to ...? - Tom asked, when his brother was gone upstairs, turning to look at Gordon and his mother in search of an explanation. The man shrugged and shook his head, preferring to hole up in the kitchen until the cloud of disappointment Bill had not dissipated, and Simon crouched on the carpet next to her son, gently stroking her head blonde.
- ... Your brother - tried to explain - it's a difficult kid.
Tom sighed, surrendering back against the couch and staring at the senseless doodles which decorated the carpet.
- I know. - Said broken - I sometimes wish there more like.
- You are easily convinced to be a kid? - Simone laughed, petting a little '.
- Well, 'I do not know if they are easy or difficult, but certainly not difficult as he ! - Tom blurted out, spreading his arms to the sides of the body. Simone laughed again, drawing him against himself and smoothed his hair behind her ears, then tighten in a queue just mentioned that immediately left free to fall sideways along the shoulder.
- Courage. - Urged him then, rising to his feet and pulling with him to the kitchen, - Come get some 'sweet, and then bring home a slice also your brother.

*

Tom knocked on the door and quietly waited for his brother's gave the green light before entering, placing ahead of course - that is, between himself and any kind of danger posed primarily of Bill with its claws and fangs lining peeping out between his lips, ready to strike at jugular - the pot with the sweet that his mother had prepared in the afternoon, reflecting on the possibility of using it as a distraction if he had made the tank need to flee for their lives, or at least try to sell life dearly.
His brother, however, did not seem willing to tear it. Entering the room, Tom saw him bent over his desk, surrounded by a whole number of items that typically used to destroy and redecorate again t-shirts that Simon bought him. Imagining that it should have started doing an imitation of the beautiful village seamstress as always when he felt the need to show the world wonders what his hands were capable of producing, Tom came up with a smile, putting the pot on the table beside him.
horrified - to use the more appropriate term to describe his dismay - as soon as laid eyes on Gundam, or rather on what the Gundam had become disabled after having passed through the hands of her psychotic brother. Where before
there was the sober black semi-gloss, now followed one another endless expanses of light pink nail polish is still wet, interrupted by bursts of compositions and crystal beads, when they had a shape reminiscent of flowers, and even some specific point of hearts .
- Bill ...? - He called it, visibly shaken, - What the ...? - Tried to ask, but demand remained imprisoned after all polite in his throat crushed by sincere but equally less educated "What the fuck are you doing at present that I bought you a shot in spending all my money the last few months? ". Tom struggled with himself, and was a long and difficult battle, but eventually managed to hold deep in the throat hooked him scream that he wanted to let go. Stayed that way even though the rest of the application, which is why Bill could afford to ignore it and happily pick up the Gundam, holding it carefully by the parties is not covered with enamel pink to show all their so-called and supposed glory.
- Now yes it's beautiful! - Said with enthusiasm, looking at the model with brimming eyes of love - Thank you for gift, Tomi!
Thank you for the gift - the words bounced inside his head, knocking against the walls of the skull and tumbling around, stumbling from one neuron to another, for a number of moments that seemed endless.
- Bill ... - tried to recover the use of the word, moistening his dry lips - what you did in Gundam?
- Be ', but I prepared, of course. - Bill replied, with all the naturalness of the world.
- Ready what? - Tom insisted, more and more scared.
Bill smiled as he had seen only in times of greatest happiness of his whole life.
- For the wedding! - Candid answered, going towards the basket of toys - almost always empty, because the toys preferred to be scattered on the floor, where they had much more space for, uh, stand still waiting for someone to recover it or make use place - and pulling out the Ken to her Barbie Sirena Triton was accompanied always favored, but that Bill had never taken much into consideration.
- Marriage. - Tom stammered, uncertain. - Bill, that is the boyfriend of Barbie. - Protested, in a desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable.
- Be ', Barbie wanted his independence. - Bill motivated with a shrug of the shoulders alongside Gundam Ken and looking next to each other as to verify the correctness at the level of amalgam sentimental - is a liberated woman, you know?
- Emanciche? - Asked Tom - No, look, I do not want to know, seems like a horrible thing.
Bill sighed, rolling his eyes.
- Does that mean-
- I said I do not want to know, sorry! - Tom stopped him, planting a hand over his face to keep him physically to speak again, - And yet you can not put together to Ken and Gundam, have two boys! Yuck!
- Tomi - Bill replied, laconically, - is a Gundam robot, has no sex.
- Worse! - Continued Tom, nodded decidedly, - If you do not have sex, you should not force him to mate with a Ken that one sex rather have it and how!
- But Ken did not even sex! - Bill pointed out to him, - is a newt!
- The tail is fake! - Tom said, pointing his finger at the aforementioned pseudo fish decoration.
- Yes, and under no nothing. - Bill explained, and denuded the poor puppet of the only garment that would cover the pudenda. - See? As a sock under the plastic.
- Eh, so why should two people get married asexual, I'm sorry? - Tom tried to investigate, pointing in turn to iron her pants - pink candy now - the Gundam. - I do not have any need!
- But it is a question of love, Tomi! - Bill whined, saddened by the lack of understanding that his brother showed against the romantic story.
- But how did they fall in love, if one was in the trunk and the other you have tortured with sequins covering it so far?!
Bill frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at his brother with all the disapproval as she could.
- You have no respect for true love. - Said angrily, - Who cares - she added, more gently, - for what your gender or the circumstances in which you fell in love? In the end, - concluded with a smile - is not love itself that counts, more than all the rest?
Tom watched him for a few minutes, and the conviction of Bill not wavered one point, and finally available to all their puppets neatly on the desk into two distinct groups that Tom imagined to be relatives of the bride - if a was married - to the left and the right of the relatives of the bridegroom, while Ken and Gundam proudly crossed the nave, proud in their sequins and shimmering scales of their tails. Or that they were.

Many, many years later, when Bill would have got to see more often with a certain rapper pseudotunisino that had nothing to do with his person, observing the two get closer, become more intimate and then, finally, fall in love, Tom would have thought for a moment to Gundam and Ken who joined in marriage in that Christmas Eve many years ago and would definitely silenced any protest could have imagined on that relationship.
In the end, probably because Bill really had. It is love that counts, more than all the rest?

* Note. The story takes place mainly to pay homage to the history Gundam gayest - wonderful invention for which I thank the world is made up of people who are quite mad - and to satisfy the perverted minds of Tab and Meg, which in reality have plotted this story long before I decide to write, roleplay on Twitter. Faced with the wonders they give birth (as the idea of the wedding between Ken and Gundam XD), I have just been able to avoid bending to the will of the God of Fangirling, so I wrote it XD And this is my gift Christmas in the fandom of hamsters Boche Popular the story \u0026lt;3 (Bushido has run without suggested that I might in any way to stop it. Bu Bad, bad.)

Can You Get Herpes From Wearing Jeans

Digital revoluscion

With great horror I discovered today that four days between the inhabitants of Campania have to switch to digital terrestrial. This means that we should put up a minimum another month of spot information such as "to remind people of the region that xy, to continue to see this program, must bring blablabla .." all the holy hours of the day.
tv is not that I see a lot, but in previous weeks, whenever pigiavo red frets on the remote, I was saying that Rome was the first European capital "digitalized" (as we avaantii) and that the inhabitants of Lazio, except the province of Viterbo (Viterbo these poor), were asked to go and buy the magic box. In the rare moments that were not mentioned orally, spent a nice overlay written. Things are two things: either they think that people are much, much RINCO, or data showing a fall of Auditel have led to the use of this ingenious technique aimed at mass persuasion '"ok, I'm going to buy the decoder, provided , the so-called stop crashing. "
Is there anyway to say that the decline auditel data, especially in the Lazio region, is mostly caused by multiple failures that attended. It appears that, despite the swich off occurred in some areas of the region do not see a deserving club, or a lack of signal coverage, or because the homes are equipped with antennas too "Old." The media in fact, that so much recite the cost of the acquisition of the digital system, we have inadvertently forgotten to mention the likely costs of "development" of the plant antennistico. Why, if you have a dated system, forget also to see something. In the face of modest € 30 short of the decoder. To underline the fact that regions that have long made the switch-off (such as Sardinia and Piedmont) are going to meet several discomforts. Just Sunday at Che tempo che fa, the Turin Litizzetto complained that rather than watch TV, you think every time to admire the cubist paintings.
And this would be a digital signal of innovation and progress in Italy? Good heavens ...

Lic Growth Fund T 180

E 'the shock that changes the lives

After spending the day at smadonnare and ponder on the uselessness of my person and my life, I'd say it's time to move on and maybe start to write something here, as I had promised, moreover, ! How
evincerà from my writings (...) one of the few things that can turn away from my mental trip is listening to music (this music called "a certain level, then a catchy NO popparoli and the caxxo tunz-Tunze various). I emphasize that it is years exceeded the phase "just to listen to music: they're one of those going to analyze the texts, trying to find some kind of hidden meaning and that amuses between riffoni, blues and various schitarramenti. I have a natural propensity for songs uneasy and disturbing, incaxxati and shouted, melancholy and suffering, rebellious and edgy and I feel deep hatred for the banality of the prevailing classical songs ammore. Tumilasci-iostomale-matiamotantolostesso. Obviously this is the category leader in Italy. Songs where there is a trivialization of sentiment and a percentage of "smelenseria" that makes you the first diabetes listening. Point out that in general are not a superfan of love songs, but in any case, these are made in Italy svenevolerie me that they have finally allowed to lapse. More than anything else because it seems that in this land there is no other feeling worthy of being praised.
Well let's face it, I've always been a bit 'below. In the seventh grade music teacher asked us to choose a piece of the Italian text of which had a "thick", take it to class and do listen to his companions. Result? 90% of people led love songs. Marco Masini 883 and ahead of all. Cutting head veins. I of course, from which I was twelve years old forward, What I'm going to choose? Children Paola Turci. "Child armed and unarmed in a photo without happiness ... they know all the love you take ... and there is no white powder to sell our years and godliness." Mica caxxi. Obviously if the friendly compagnetti school laughed at the taste and mock the song posing as a rocker, mimicking an unlikely guitar solo. Oh sure. Marco Masini was taaanto better. Ironically that is so funny now is that people who are on the road to consume white powder. See who tricks us life. But oh well, this is a different matter, maybe they come back to later.
The fact is that the shock is the central theme of the song (tta) Italian. Nothing against the noble sentiment, but it's the way it tells me is quite on the ball. From certain texts do not convey absolutely nothing noble: banality, superficiality and indifference is rampant. Quantoseibella seitroppobella teamodamorì. Ole. So much for the "look inside" a person's "inner beauty". Poor deluded that we are nothing. But then love is only for men and women to have anything whatsoever importance? There are many of those forms of love in this world ... for the children, parents, friends, music, nature, God ..
We just have to sit here waiting for our valentini to notice that around them (and their loved ones) wheel and a world that songwriters (every Italian reference is purely coincidental) are finally enlightened. We look forward to.

What To Write In A Sympathy Card Cancer

DEBUT

And here I am writing about this project the first post of my first blogging * *! To be honest I do not know the end of this lj, I do not know what will become of it! Will grow, change and perhaps you will find a purpose on the way (X series will tell)! What I am sure that is reflected in full my essence, that will be * * moody, disrespectful and probably even a little '* caz-one *. I do not know if anyone will read, but it does not matter .. this is a blog that was born more from a personal need to vent at a time not exactly peaceful in my life, so be read or not will not do for me much difference. The important thing now is to create something personal and that in his free time, keep my mind occupied too often intent to marinate in negative thoughts. And then I think, are the same to many psychologists who advise patients to keep a diary, right? Do you ever see that in this way I save money analyst!
My only hope right now is to be able to be quite costante.Ce give it everything!
Well, see you soon!

My compliments.
* CR *

Blueprint Rabbit Hutch

[Translation] Playing by the Rules - Chapter 2 - [NC17]

Title: Playing by the Rules
Author: Clarebear
Translator: FedyKaulitz
Beta Reader: Julia
Rating:
NC17 Pairing: Bill / Bushido
Genre: PWP / Lemon (as in Porn With Plot XD)
Alerts: Drug Use, Language, Lemon
Link to original story: Tokio Hotel Fiction
Summary: Bill against Bushido in a strategy game, arrogance and blatant lust.
Rules are made to be broken ...

Disclaimer: This wonderful story is not mine, but Clarebear, who has kindly granted me permission to translate it and post it in community \u0026lt;3 characters, however, does not belong to me or to you (T_T) and there we get a penny uu Always the same old story, in short, which do you think? XD
Enjoy the fic, come *.*

Playing by the Rules

Chapter 2

September 12, 2007

Bushido handed the porter his tip, closing the door behind him. He glanced at the small room and simply furnished, and his eyes confirmed that the one, no doubt, was the most disgusting hotel where he had stayed since he had become famous. Just what he needed, he thought cynically, because it would have been forced to stay in that hole for several weeks.

The hotel is located in the heart of Dusseldorf, the typical clientele consisted of wealthy tourists who pretended to be interested rustic air, 'renewed', which the owner of the hotel boasted at least twenty minutes down in the lobby. The man had gone on to chatter, proudly showing a picture of William II, who was conspicuously shown himself behind the counter at the reception before it to settle for a good ten minutes the praises of some famous sculptor of the place you ought to know Bushido and, for some reason, also appreciate. The rapper

usually did not like appearing overly rude, but had exceeded the limit when the hotel manager had suggested an enthusiastic tour of the gardens, so potergli show the 'glorious' fountain that had marked the original center of the square Dusseldorf before the hotel had been built over there.

Bushido had reported in a few words of not be interested, after all, what the hotel had to offer historically speaking, but he cared only for its proximity to the newest and most modern recording studio in Northern Europe. For reasons unknown and incomprehensible to the rapper, the study had been built in the basement of the building next door. It was run by Antares Audio Technologies, an American company that jealously guarded the equipment for registration of its ownership, making it available for installation in private practice. The technology was previously only accessible to American artists who book for the time main study of the company, in downtown Los Angeles, but since Antares had recently decided to expand its services to Europe, that's where he found himself Bushido. Fucking in Dusseldorf. In addition to the direction

nuisance and those who were without doubt the slowest elevators throughout West Germany, the hotel was even more intolerable because Bushido had been forced to stay in any of the twelfth floor of a room rather than in one of the penthouses, provided that such a term was applicable to suites on the top floor of that hole. The direction we had taken an incalculable time to explain what could be summarized as, 'Our apologies, Lord, the six suites already been booked by guests who will remain with us until mid-October. '

As a consolation prize for having Bushido confined in a smaller room of the guest bathroom of her home in Austria, the owner had assured him that 'would be taken special measures in favor of his celebrity.' It turned out that the 'special measures' consisted of a couple of free coupons for room service, not valid during peak hours of delivery between 16 and 23:30, and a key for the top floor so that he could use of the private gym and sauna, which were usually reserved exclusively for clients of the suite. The rapper had not been impressed with what the director had hoped for.

Bushido pulled the phone from his pocket and dialed the number of Hani, the only member of his entourage outside the production team had invited the rapper to stay with him in the most horrible city in the country. Twenty minutes later, most of whom spent in the damn elevator, he and Hani were to use their 'celebrity luxuries' by visiting the gym on the top floor.

Bushido opened the door, finding himself in front of a small room with walls covered with mirrors and gears rather dated. He had not expected anything more, given that the hotel seemed to be specialized in what is old and sensitive, but not what he thought was to find someone who was already occupying the room. It was even more surprised when he recognized who he faced.

The two boys looked up when they heard someone enter the room. The one with the annoyingly straight hair rose from his seat on which he was making a pair of worn blue stomach on a mat. He shifted his gaze from rapper to launch a quick glance to another teenager, then both boys prosecutors rested their eyes toward the intruders.

"Bushido ... what are you doing here?" Asked the suspect with dread, replace the weight he was using.

"It a gym for weight lifting, honey. The name says it all. "

The boy's eyes thinned. "In Dusseldorf," he clarified cold.

"I think the same as we do too."

'Antares? "

" That, and admire all the wonderful historical attractions of the place - did you know that this hotel is located right where before there was the square country? "

" I had no idea, "replied the boy sarcastically, turning to face the rack with weights and grasping the handlebars again. Back to doing his exercises biceps, apparently with the intention of ignoring the rapper.

Bushido stepped forward and stood beside him in the mirror, taking two much larger weights from the rack and began to exercise your biceps with both arms. Usually when he began working with the larger muscle groups, but was sometimes the case with jumps at the opportunity.

"I had the pleasure to meet your brother the other night," said casually, looking at the expression of the boy in the mirror and synchronize movements with her. "I was very happy to have the opportunity to give him my birthday wishes, even if late."

"He told me," snapped the boy, changing hands and starting to lift the weight with the other arm. Bushido could see the reflection in the mirror that had the clenched jaw.

"Did he tell you?" He repeated, arching an eyebrow. 'Well, now I feel guilty - I have not had the opportunity to wish you too. I swear, I feel the same warm affection towards you. "

The boy ignored him, while his gaze was concentrated furiously on his own reflection.

"I guess the rumors about you two are not so exaggerated as I thought," said Bushido without thinking too much. "You are indeed much more closely linked than most of the brothers ..." The sister went back

furiously to put the weight, spun around and set out toward the exit. "George, come on," he snapped.

"Oh, you're gone already, honey?" Bushido said as she walked away, amused by how the boy was easy to irritate. Heats much more easily than his twin.

"Fuck."

"What a vulgar little mouth," scolded the rapper. "You and your brother are much more alike than I thought. Say hello from me, will you? "

Tom did not answer as he made his way through the door, with his band mate who followed him to the wheel and the door slamming behind them. Less than ten minutes later, was opened with the same violence.

"What the fuck did you say?" Cried a voice.

Bushido smiled while lifting the weight of the bench above your chest, placing the pole on the supports with the help of Hani.
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," said Bushido, sitting up and using your own towel to remove the sweat from his forehead. He looked angrily at the boy who had advanced towards him, until he stops right next to the bench with weights, hands on his hips and his bodyguard waiting in the shadows.

"What the fuck did you say?" Repeated Bill in the same shrill tone. "You were said you'd stopped shoveling shit on me, fucking liar! "

" Hey, hey, princess. Wait a second before you go around spitting allegations. What became of the dear, old manners? "He shook his head with regret as you place the towel around his neck. "Young people today ..."

"What the fuck did you say," cried the dark, grabbing the towel from his hands and throwing him to the ground.

Bushido raised an eyebrow, deliberately lowering his eyes on the object and then charged it back up Bill. He could not help but congratulate himself for having blown up the boy in a dramatic scene in such a short time.

"We are a bit 'angry today, eh?" He remarked, and his comment did giggle Hani.

"You - out!" Bill snapped, pointing the finger toward the exit. After a moment, he realized that Bushido was giving orders to Hani, the boy was definitely someone who deceived the crew of Bushido would not listen. The rapper is not allowed to laugh out loud many times, but that idea was so absurd that he gave the privilege. Hani also found funny the boy's claim to power, and while expressing his own hilarity along with Bushido, he leaned with his forearms to the weights of the bench, just to inform the guy where he had placed his obedience.

"kid," said Bushido once he stopped laughing. "If you want to stay alone with me again, you have to ask."

"Saki," snapped Bill, as his eyes pierced those of Bushido, "Take this asshole out of here and wait there." In When the boy nodded to Hani's bodyguard walked to obey his instructions.

"Tsk-tsk," crooned Bushido. "You really should learn some manners, sweet. I am sure that if I asked softly, Hani would be more than happy to listen. It is not true, Hani? "

"Yes," agreed another.

'Exit Di. Here. Immediately, he ordered the boy, pointing to the door with more emphasis.

Bushido raised an eyebrow waiting.

"Please," added Bill through his teeth.

"With pleasure," said Hani, responding more to the small wave of resignation of Bushido that the words of Bill. He made a condescending smile while the bodyguard surpassed toward the door, and the man followed him obediently.

"It was a very rude gesture from you, princess," said Bushido once the door was closed, leaning back arms casually resting on the rod and the weights. "Being broke in here and order my friend to leave ... do not you taught her any manners?"

"Did not taught anyone to keep your fucking promises?"

"Again with the accusations ... "Bushido shook his head sadly.

"I want to know what you said to my brother! You said you'd stop saying crap about me e-'

"To the press," interrupted Bushido. "I told you I would stop talking about you with the press. I did not know that your brother to write for the Daily Herald Dusseldorf as a second job, although probably would not be a bad move for work. I heard him play e-'

"How dare you drag my brother into this thing, kind of a moron! All this has nothing to do with him, "

" According to her, had already brought up you, princess, so do not shout at me on him. "Bushido was tired of being screamed against it. "He knew of our little meeting in Berlin - all I did was make a few small lodge and ran away ... You can not blame me if you Vanilla Ice gets angry too easily."

"I have not said what's success in Berlin! Everything I said was that we spoken and you have agreed to shut that fucking mouth, not what I had to do to make you-"

" What did you have do? "interrupted Bushido, straightening up from his relaxed position. "If I remember correctly, you did get close, practically dragging me in a private suite and suck his cock like it was the key to success in America,"

"Yes, of course," snapped Bill. "I've sucked dick. And if I I remember correctly, you were hard before I touched you and you could not keep your fucking hands away from me even though I had asked you not to touch me. I should have known right away that you're a fucking asshole and would not have complied with the terms-"

" Watch what you say, boy, "growled Bushido, away from the bench and moving toward the spot where he had first placed her bottle of water. He took her to the ground as his eyes met those of the boy in the mirror before turning to face him again. "For the last time - I only agreed not to talk about you with the media." Unscrewed the bottle cap. "Take a lesson, sweetie. If you're going to slip into trouble by establishing rules, you should first make sure they are well understood. "

" Fuck you. "

" Life is hard, "shrugged Bushido with no intention of apologizing. "Learn from your mistakes." He lifted the bottle to his lips, drank a sip and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're lucky that I am willing to give you another chance."

"Ah," the boy snapped, throwing a look of fire. "What, you want me to take him back in your fucking mouth in exchange for silence with me?"

"See, you're already learning."

The rapper closed the bottle and threw it on the ground, supporting the pelvis back against the rack of weights while watching the dark, waiting.

"You're unbelievable," chuckled Bill, shaking his head.

"Yeah, but so is your mouth, kid. You just have to make a choice. "

" Fuck you. "

" You've already said. "

" I've already sucked too - how do I know that this time you will keep your word? "

" You just have to trust me. "

'Well, it so happens that I do not trust."

"Then your going to be a difficult decision, do not you think?" said Bushido, not at all worried. His penis, however, was much more involved in the thing, his erection pressed against the fabric of the wide basketball shorts, surely visible if the boy had decided to take a look at that area. The dark did not bother to look down, however, was busy fixing Bushido with an expression of pure hatred in his eyes.

The man crossed his arms casually chest, then raised an eyebrow to show their impatience.

'' Fuck you! "The boy finally exhaled, and walked angrily to where the rapper was leaning against the rack.

lips Bushido bends in a victorious grin, and his member hardened further anxiously awaiting.

"If I do," threatened Bill, stopping at a step other man and crossing his arms. "I want your word. Do not shoot more shit about me with the media or with my friends, my family, my Antares management ... anyone ... anyone that can somehow be a fan, anyone who ... "The grin of

' man became more pronounced, and the boy seemed to have taken to heart his advice about the importance of clarity.

"So basically I do not want to talk about you with anyone, in any way," interrupted Bushido before the boy could list all persons or entities of the world that were in mind.

"Exactly," snapped Bill. "And as would be implied, it seems you are not able to catch the clues, then guess dovertelo loud and clear: no one must know that this thing is going to happen again. "

" And Hani - he can say? You two seem to get along, "Bushido said nonchalantly.

"Who the fuck is Hani?"

"The gentleman to whom you have so rudely unleashed upon your guard dog just a minute ago."

"What do - what the hell, I do not give a damn. Tell him all that well you think about me as long as you keep the mouth closed with anyone else. "

" Everything, eh? Are not we a little ' exhibitionist? "grinned Bushido.

Bill rolled his eyes. "We do not perhaps' the assholes?"

Bushido could not help but laugh.

"You want it or not?" The boy blurted out, clearly not happy that Bushido find it so funny.

"What do you believe, princess?"

"Then stop making so much ass. Get it over with. "Bill pointed to the man's chest with one hand waving. "Via the T-shirt."

the Way t-shirt? "Monkey: Bushido, arching his eyebrows. "If you have so much in a hurry, simply because Non-"

" We've been through, "Bill snapped. "It's my mouth, so I decide how things go. Leval. "

" If you want to disappear, remove it yourself, "Bushido said calmly, smiling to himself at seeing the boy angry because his orders were not executed.

's eyes flashed with anger dark, but advanced further and grabbed the hem of the shirt of Bushido with both hands, pulling upward. Bushido meekly raised his arms and the boy pulled his shirt over her head, dropping it beside the man on the rack.

Bill immediately made a step back, take a second to fix Bushido insolently before letting his eyes slide over the skin that had just found out, watching intently the muscles of the arms and the man's chest. He looked down, eyes that ran on the abdomen of Bushido before returning to his face, which had a raised eyebrow and an irritating grin on his lips.

"I want ," said contemptuously, referring to the obvious erection man.

There was indeed another way in which the rapper could not replicate confirming his observation, so rather than give this satisfaction to the boy, reached out and grabbed the side Bill for tirarselo strongly against.

He staggered forward, clutching her hands over her bare shoulders with a man to keep his balance. Bushido had barely time to catch the scent of vanilla and strawberry dark before the whistle and pushed away, wriggling out of the socket on its flanks.

"Do not even think to give you permission to touch me," he snarled, staring grimly.

Bushido gaze returned, amused. "So you still intend to play by the rules of Berlin."

"Do not touch me and fuck my mouth," snapped Bill. "It's your first warning."

"Okay, boy, "shrugged Bushido, wondering whether the restrictions were maintained in the dark for all those who took it in his mouth or if they were only a special privilege reserved for him. "Come here, then, princess. Let's see if your little mouth that is talented as I remember. "

The boy snorted angrily, but took a step forward, stiffening the body as if he expected Bushido stops him suddenly to the ground. After a few seconds had passed and Bill was sure he would not be attacked, his shoulders relaxed and he stretched out his hands, pressing them gently against the chest of Bushido. He spread his fingers cool against the skin moist with sweat and man saw that was exactly what that the boy had done the first time I had touched him in Berlin. Then he asked why remember a detail like that.

"You're sweating," said the boy, in a tone of observation rather than disapproval. He began to pull down his hands further down, letting his fingers on the skin of the chest of Bushido and the contours of the muscles of the abdomen, drawing a path on the thin veil of moisture.

"It's a risk to the gym," said the rapper, his voice hoarse more than he wanted. Began to realize that the boy had a habit rather irritating to see the obvious, not to mention the habit even more annoying than energize it painfully and then tease him with light contact.

Bill's fingers continued their soft strokes down, and when they encountered the elastic boxer man, one hand there crept slightly below plan to caress the skin at that point. Bushido's stomach did a weird somersault, and the man swallowed a reflection of the irritating sensation, wondering where the hell were blown out.

The other boy's hand draw the line between the skin and the fabric around the side of the rapper, then go to draw small circles of sweat on his back, while the fingers of first hand remained where they were, fucking close to where he wanted the Bushido while brushing erection, touching with a light touch and making some particular 'pre-seminal fluid against the boxer.

"What are you waiting for, sugar?" Growled the man, pushing the pelvis forward slightly with irritation. The sound of his voice snapped the boy's eyes in his, and gave them to him thin almost immediately. The dark insolently withdrew his hand from under the rubber band, slide it back up, along the wet skin of her stomach as a challenge to want to try again to tell him what to do.

His hands made their way to the top of the man's back and then, surprise Bushido, Bill knelt down, and his nails drew vertical lines while slid down his back. His fingers stretched and clung to the skin of Bushido with the palms of the hands, forearms pressing against the man's back as he came closer and rubbed his nose against her navel, spreading his breath hot and damp against underbelly of Bushido.

Her mouth opened and pressed against sweaty skin, the lips that sucked gently before her writing is curiously out and pushed against the flesh, to taste. Bill made her dance on the skin, rubbing against the piercing silver Bushido's stomach, and then took the road to be wantonly with your mouth along the abdomen under tension, licking salt off the moisture that was conveyed between the grooves of well-defined muscles. When found the man's navel, his tongue plunged into the cavity curious, Bushido and could hear the boy's lips curl into a smile against his stomach.

"Your skin is salty," Bill murmured, his lips lightly brushed against him as he spoke. "Even more last time."

The only answer I could think of Bushido was, 'Put your mouth on my cock bird - now,' but he had the inkling that it would be counterproductive outside, so he decided not to replicate and instead directed a warning growl to the boy.

The Moor looked up at the sound and when Bushido raised an eyebrow and pushed his pelvis forward in a clear call, Bill released a sigh that the man could only hope was a sign of grudging submission.

In fact, Bill's fingers slid along her pelvis up to slip under the elastic of underwear and shorts, pushing down the flanks on both garments in a single movement. The erection of Bushido and it stood immediately while the man was freed of the pile of cloth that had gathered around his feet, looked at the boy's eyes remained on it. The dark

studied it for a few moments, then looked up at while Bushido rested her hands on her hips, his fingers clung to sweaty skin. Finally he leaned forward at last, opening his lips and opening his mouth to exhale a breath heavy and wet against the tip of the member. The erection of Bushido had a spasm to the feeling of his lips so close to it, surrounding it without actually touching it, and Bushido was imposed not to go forward or yelling at the guy to shut the damn mouth and start sucking.

's tongue slipped out and saw Bill on the tip of the penis, earning an involuntary grunt of approval from the man, but then the dark suddenly withdrew his head and released his grip on her hips. The rapper addresses another warning growl and pushed impatiently forward, but merely to raise the kid on him a couple of huge eyes that seemed to want to give too much naivety.

"Put that fucking mouth on me, boy," growled furiously Bushido, abandoning all his intentions of kindness.

"I was just thinking," said he floor, licking his lips as he watched the man, "You've never really given the word that you stop talking about me, once this thing is over. I promised I would appreciate that. "
Small
arrogant dick.

"I told you that I will stop," hissed Bushido, pushing the pelvis forward with more force. The boy was forced to move his head back quickly to avoid being struck by the man's member.

"Stop here," huffed and continued to play the card of innocence despite the glint of anger in his eyes. "This was the second warning. I'd really made her promise not to say crap about me. If you can not promise me, then I can not suck, and ... "He left the sentence open, releasing an exaggerated sigh that sent a puff of hot air State reddened and moist against man.

"Damn, shit," cursed, Bushido, "Well, I promise. Now put that fucking mouth on my cock. "

The boy gave him a small smile of great triumph, but nodded and rested her hands on her hips again man. He leaned forward, and finally closed her perfect lips around the tip of quivering member of Bushido, sucking hard in the mouth. Piercing the tongue pressed against the base of the erection and this was incorporated by the pressure of the hot and humid Bill's throat, and a wave of stunning combined with pleasure poured immediately on Bushido. His head slammed against the glass, emitting a sound that reverberated in the small room while her hands wrapped around the handles of the dumbbells in the rack.

"Shit," he gave up against their will, and he could feel the tip of his member come and hit the back of the throat of the guy before that, without explanation, her mouth suddenly vanished.

"What the fuck, boy," roared the man, controlling the urge to lift a weight that was shaking and run it across the room. Glances of fire to the boy, showing his anger, and met a pair of innocent eyes.

"I thought only that the case would be to double-check to make sure that your promise was clear ... , "said Bill gently, and had the courage to beat the fake eyelashes with malice as he looked to be Bushido below them. "Life is hard ... and I just want to make sure I learn from my previous mistakes."

"It was fucking clear," hissed the man. "Boy, I warn you, fuck, fucking put that mouth on my cock. Now . "

After the rapper launched another cunning smile, the hands of Bill once again grabbed her hips and her mouth began to suck the tip of the States, receiving again with force in the narrow cavity and warm. Bushido hissed involuntarily, and the boy ignored the direction and continued to suck, not stopping even when the tip of the member met resistance at the bottom of his throat. Simply increasing the pressure of his mouth, swallowing around the erection and forcing even deeper, letting slip smoothly into the restricted step until his lips were closed around the base.

"Christ," moaned Bushido, fighting the numbness while his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his hands squeezing the handles of the weight with extreme strength. "Boy, how the fuck do-'

he never completed the application because his words lost all priority in favor of what the guy was doing with his mouth. Bushido was convinced that what Bill did in Berlin was a fluke, or that he had exaggerated the thing out of proportion in your head and had the talent of the boy. But, if anything, was just the opposite, Bill was clearly devoid of any reflex to suffocation, and her mouth must have been designed by some deity for the sole purpose of doing exactly what he was doing at that time.

Bushido was not able to slow down your orgasm more than it was in Berlin. Squeeze your stomach muscles to keep from pushing forward, his arms trembling slightly as his hands seemed to try to strangle the weights. When he realized he no longer had feeling in his fingers, swore out loud - how the fuck it was possible that the boy was able to transform his body into that of a fifteen-damned?

Thanks to its extensive experience in receiving services such as the one that was paying Bill, Bushido knew that this was a process a little 'messed up, inevitably accompanied by saliva and by the unintentional persistent feeling of suffocation, as well as the head of a beautiful girl who moved awkwardly up and down his erection. He liked it, was amused when the woman looked more refined a slut if she knelt in front of him, with tears in her eyes and struggling not to choke while he fucks her mouth. But not the damn kid. With the combination of his 'rules' and his incredible inability to suppress, Bill avoided all the unflattering side effects of oral work and somehow, despite being the one kneeling on the ground could take complete control of the situation. Every movement of his tongue, every variation of its pressure suctions was deliberate, clean and perfect. The boy knew exactly , in every detail of the technique, with each vibration seemingly random and each of his throat pressure of his piercing, what he was doing at bushido, and uses its power without hesitation.

strontium.

Heat and pressure were now concentrated in the lower abdomen of man, painfully pressing to be released, but was imposed Bushido angrily to remain on the edge of orgasm, fighting against your body every time she tried to cross the threshold . The boy, unaware of the battle of man or maybe just for sadism, he continued to swallow mercilessly around the erection, pulling, pressing and squeezing the swollen flesh, piercing the teased with impeccable precision.

In a sudden outburst of anger against the boy's complete control over him, their hips Bushido allowed to regain their freedom and they immediately began to push forward in the transition incredibly tight. The man let out a moan at the sensation, while Bill's eyes widened with surprise. With perverse satisfaction of man, the boy was unable to suppress the guttural sound of a strangled groan, Bushido, and he could feel her throat muscles to contract convulsively for a while as they tried to repel the intrusion.

Almost instantly, the boy pulled his head back and shooting his mouth removed by the erection Bushido, exposing the wet skin sensitive and painful to the coolness of the room.

"What the fuck," shouted angrily. "If you try again to fuck her mouth I walk out that door and send Saki barrels to fill with - I swear that I do, damn it!"

With this, the boy leaned forward and pushed back the erection in his mouth and down your throat, sucking vigorously until it led him angrily orgasm is completely against the wishes of Bushido. As the pressure of the mouth of the dark had been punitive, however, when he caused the Bill had softened orgasm sucking, swallowing almost gently as the man was deep into her throat. Bushido used what was left of its control to seek to remain silent, while his body stiffened and trembled because of the waves of pleasure, and then slumped exhausted against the rack.

When found the ability to recognize his surroundings, he saw that the boy had gotten up and was moved to a section of the wall not occupied by the tools, closely inspecting her reflection in the mirror. She watched him lean forward and slide the thin fingers under their eyes, apparently trying to remove all traces of the black stuff on his back that was where he should not cast. He did the same thing on the above the eyes, closing them slightly in order to have easier access to the eyelids. Then one of his hands went up two fingers to his lips red and swollen skin massage floor, in an almost inquisitorial before they dropped her hand and rub lips together.

Bill turned and looked back at the naked body of Bushido, by moving his eyes from the man's calves upward, passing on the thighs and abdomen up to rest on his chest, which was still heavily after raising and lowering orgasm. He continued to set the skin of the torso covered by a veil of sweat with intrigued eyes, and although the world seemed a little 'too far the intensity of his gaze was making Bushido strangely insecure. He watched the boy analyze his biceps and shoulders before returning to focus on the chest, the Bill began to absently biting his lower lip before releasing it with a tremulous sigh.

Bushido cleared his throat.

Bill's eyes immediately snapped in her, and when the rapper raised an eyebrow, the boy immediately turned to the mirror. It was only when the reflection of the dark revealed that the pale skin of his cheek was tinged with pink Bushido finally understood why the boy was put to fix it. Despite his fatigue, he could not help without bending the lips into a smile.

"Is it alright if I get dressed now, sugar, or want to see my body for a while '?"

The boy continued staring at her reflection in the mirror, while her cheeks flushed further. "Fuck you."

"Seriously, sweetheart," said Bushido. "I must find some way to thank you for whatever it was that you did with your mouth. Shit, boy, "he gave up, shaking his head with the remnants of his astonishment. "It was unbelievable."

Bill continued to blush, and lowered his head and pretended to adjust the shirt around the slender waist. Bushido had no idea what had just happened, five minutes before the boy was furious and threatened to unleash behind his bodyguard, and now blush for a compliment? It was fucking schizophrenic.

picked up his boxers and shorts from the floor, still joined together as if they slipped. He took his shirt where he had been leaning against the rack, wear, and resurfaced when the head by the neck he saw that the boy was looking at him again.

"You will keep the word this time, right?" He asked softly.

Bushido stopped their movements. His instinct was to tease the kid, make fun of it or have in mind that technically had already kept his word the first time, but before he could find an appropriate measure was already talking.

"Yes," he muttered. "I will."

"Thanks," said Bill, clearly showing their genuine surprise and gratitude in his voice. Bushido stared for several moments, studying it curiously, then averted his gaze again, leading him toward the door. "I'm going," he said, turning and moving towards the exit. He stopped at the door, looking back to smile at Bushido. "Good day."

"See ya, kid," said Bushido, shaking his head as he slid Bill through the door.




Note of translator:
mean, but are not these two adorable? *.* Spat is a wonder (and this is still nothing, really XD) And then Bill has this way of doing Bu ... maybe he is right to call him schizophrenic xD But who knows ... UU
Another thing that I find beautiful is that I do not jump through hoops in terms of translation to try to not make it vulgar. This is because, in reality, Bill and Anis want to be vulgar, and the tone is understood in this sense. That is, Bill is not the princess from the dainty gold can speak well no uncertain terms. And I love him for that: P
However, the second installment has arrived. Last time I forgot to write in the notes, but the composting will take place every Wednesday .
said that, I think I potermene go and leave you with the word =)
Commented, I have to report your comments to the author! ^ ^
Fedy

How To Get High Off Cocaine

[Series] Eine Kugel Reicht [fanfiction] Road to Princess (tribute)


Title: Road to Princess
Author: yellow_andwhite
Genre: Comedy , introspective
Raiting: PG
Torque: Bill / Bushido
Notes : This shot lies in some time between the death of Bu and TRL
Summary: "I, with all this, have nothing to do absolutely nothing."

Before you begin: I do not own anything, nor Bill, nor Bushido, Eko, nor, nor anyone else, even the history that was written and kindly provided by Liz and Tab (holy men). And we do not gain a penny (but it 'XD). Happy reading ^ ^.

First, I, with all this has absolutely nothing. But that's got to do a small part or only in reference to something, have no claim on anything.

That is a very strange thing because, paradoxically, there are up to their ears.

us not fool ourselves, Bushido was the one that we can easily define my head and I considered it until his death. Why me, Eko Fresh, the fact that he was not with the princess has never cheated me that much. Be clear with the "I is not never cheated too much "does not mean that nothing has been left open-mouthed when I heard about it or has not thought for a split second," Bushido is completely drunk the brain ", but I always felt that the story with the princess and the resulting mess that had sparked his affaracci.

Although I did not think that the "affaracci his" would lead to his death.

But, throughout the period in which they went on their relationship, are one of those who, along with Chakuza, has maintained a basically neutral. If we omit the unthinkable amount of astonished eyes that I remember like it was launched, now when I found him in front of a pajama suit that was almost impalpable, transparent and all the times I've asked him or someone else if was really a male I would say that I behaved in a nearly normal.

As it may seem normal to wonder if the guy your boss is really a guy with a rate of about three times an hour.

Yet after a while 'time you get used to, not the Princess, I think that there has never been the habit Bushido even himself, because he shunned the habit worse than the devil with holy water, but, of course, we did all the usual routine.

But did you see the habit of playing compressed on the couch because the princess had to stretch your legs, you were doing the usual pungent smell of nail polish that you entered when they cross into his nostrils the bathroom door, did you l & rsquo ; used to sneak out of the house as soon as possible when you saw the lovers disappear into the bedroom.

What then "get used" It is an ugly word, "being used to it" is much better. In reality, what is bad is exactly the same concept of habit, perhaps we should replace it with "everyday" sounds less violent. Perhaps more than that to be a habit "ERA's all.

with Bushido Why there is no middle ground, or is, or is not.

And the Princess was the same. I still can not call him Bill. And it should disturb me, but despite all it does at all. Continue to call Princess is like admitting that Bushido is not dead. This is different from the fact that he is alive, that is not alive but buried under several feet of earth I know I, too, are not stupid. But the fact that he died, his death, is different. Bushido is not dead, at least not dead, dead. We say that is one meter below ground and passes, not dead, under a meter of land.

's funny how, the day of the funeral, the Princess has not seen her since.

A little 'I miss her.

not in itself that I miss him, I miss what he represented.

Also because I saw all the crew, Karima, even Mrs. Mary Louise.

But he did not, because the Princess leaves the scene with the King of Kingz.

honestly do not even know what happened to, I know that Chakuza continued to see it pretty regular intervals and told us that seems to have recovered though sometimes falls into a deep depression. Then "told us" implies something like that he comes while we are all talking about any bullshit and drink beer together and begins with something like: You know, yesterday I spent the afternoon with Bill, he's fine, is recovering after the death of her boyfriend and our leader! -.

Here, things have not gone very well.

I know that Princess is recovering, albeit slowly and with difficulty, because I have that I asked Chakuza. No, wait, this statement does not get the idea. I did not go to him asking: Hey-Chaku not know how you feel is Bill? -. Let's say I was a little more discreet. Ok, let's be honest, I was more discreet because they do not want to show I'm interested in your health far more than I should be of interest.

And I want to clarify that I have absolutely no ulterior motive other than to know how actually is. Why, we want to admit it or not, he's joined our lives, and I can not do anything to people that I am fond of us to have around me.

why I like being informed.

I think I also asked a hundred times a Chaku if it is really a male. I can not resign it to be. That is, it is that I can not, is that I need someone to give me confirmation frequently. Very frequently.

I'm glad that the princess is recovering because I hope that one day can return to their previous life. Not forgetting, of course, but likely to be able to do everything she did before meeting Bushido.

Because we, we are no longer able to do anything.

If someone would hear me say that I am making this statement by saying a huge shit, and would be right. We tried to do something, but without Bushido, nothing is as it first.

We tried to work, to put it all together in the studio and try to bring out new books, some have even recorded something, but everything is fucking different.

Bushido missing, and there is nothing to be done.

missing just physically, and I'm not kidding. When he entered the study, which for the record is a rat hole of three meters by two where we're always packed like sardines, he needed to occupy his space, and believe me, it was a lot. As I try to go back with my mind I've never seen sitting with his back leaning against the back of any chair. No. He had the mania of his fucking semistradiato stand and stretch your legs in front of him because doing so takes up space. And he loved Bushido occupy space. Adored him because he had a way of asserting one's own ego and that was one of the reasons why I saw very well with the Princess. How had a physical need to occupy their own space, so the other had the body needs to be more possible. I always thought that I would break the Princess touching it, seemed so fragile. A nothing that has served us Bushido has repeated ad nauseam that was anything but fragile, "especially on certain occasions," he said, such occasions, no one has ever wanted to know.

For this I am serious when I say that Bushido is lacking physically, we are large in the study.

And Bushido missing for at least another billion to the reason that most people seem extremely stupid. But the fact that there does not seem stupid to anyone, I guess.

We were told that there will be an episode of TRL in honor of the King of Kingz. We have been invited. All. We, the Aggro Berlin, Princess, his twin.

I'm curious to know if at that time I will more or less, maybe see in others the same emptiness that sometimes I feel least able to make me understand that in this shitty situation, not I am alone. Or maybe I will throw into turmoil the deepest pity to see that all those who believe and actually died, which I will not resign myself to do.

Maybe see a gang of rappers from overwork eyes transparencies while commemorating their late leader will be a hard blow. But, anyway, I think that seeing this band of rappers from hacks who pretend that it does not touch them to prevent damaging their reputation by hard, I'd feel much worse.

But I need to be ready for any eventuality, I need to know what it feels like to "celebrate" Bushido in some way because, until now, I have not had a chance because, in the crew The argument has become almost a taboo. Every time someone moves to appoint a hand instinctively to his mouth as if he had said the worst blasphemy-which, however, does not upset anyone and gets a look-glacial Saad. Now the King of Kingz is a faded picture that survives because we carry within us all.

is why, because I need to know, I'm doing what I would call easily one of the biggest shit of my life.

The day was bitterly cold in Berlin, the wind insinuates itself into the bone with an unprecedented level of violence and urges you to walk with his head down as if I had the strength even to lift his head. I hate to walk with his head down. Bushido has always said that losing is walking with his head down, but the wind never stop. And maybe what I'm doing a little 'is the loser.

walk with their hands in their pockets and shake furiously in his right hand a map of the city that I have not even consulted. I thought it was rather difficult to find the place and it was not, according to my calculations only remains for me to go this long driveway and then I come to your destination.

What stupid, take a map to go home Kaulitz, everyone knows in Berlin where exactly is the home of the twins as we all know that horrible lemon yellow villa belongs to Bushido.

But I, among the hundreds of faults that I, are also devoid of any sense of any, so I took all necessary precautions.

came to the door glass and I feel very, very stupid. Because, as I said earlier, I had nothing to do. Plus I do not know what the heck I will say to the Princess. I look at the bells, are all written in black, with the same character, there is not a hand-written or different. Where I grew up the bells, when we are not even vaguely resemble, mine was written in blue, those of others were blacks or reds, I always envied my neighbor because his bell was written in green, I ; always liked how color.

sound hesitant hoping that someone would open, because there is a chance that I may freeze to below in the throes of this lousy wind. But apparently someone up there wants me very well today, because when I say "I'm Eko" the question "Who is it? "the door is opened without any fuss. Within the hallway and I do immediately idiot, I asked the floor so I have to do the stairs, and find that fuckin ex-boyfriend's head is on the sixth floor, twelve steps by twelve flights of stairs each. Centoquarantaquattro motherfuckin steps that have killed all my vital function.

Check with the language on the landing practically on the ground in a perfect imitation of a Cocker Spaniel on a hot August day.

-How come you came here? - The voice of Princess vested in me at the speed of light, I always wondered how does this kid to speak at a pace so disturbing.

Eko-so-wrong answer. No, it's your fucking answer. Do not ever be satisfied with a generic "so", he wants to know then invented a plausible explanation within three nanoseconds.

She looks at me, raising an eyebrow, which is definitely not a good sign.

-What exactly do you mean by "well" Eko? - Well, now you're fuckin 'nicely, because you can not tell with all the tranquility of the world: "No, you know, I came here because I miss her to death and in anticipation of Bushido episode of TRL that we do I need to share with someone who is not a rapper from overwork my deep sorrow. " You can not definitely. Even so, a small insignificant detail, in theory, you're a rapper from overwork and work your way would shoot up to zero there is any flaw in the world, not go to the King to complain of the death of Bushido.

-No a reason-good output is a compliment-"as" generic, is the "so" you say when it takes itself too much. "

-or too little-I inherently hate this guy when he does that because it dismantles all my certainty, and that's not good.

"If I had not had any reason you would have said simply" I did not have a dick to do and I came here, "-.

-If I had not really shit to do you would see a game made with your friends. "

-The championship is over for two weeks Prin ... um Bill-one to a ball in the middle, just to stay on football.

-Really? - Seems genuinely surprised-you know, I follow football because it followed Anis, now I have not the slightest idea who is winning. "

has a look so worn out that I want to hug him, looks at the ground and is supported the door frame. But the fear of breaking it takes over and I just stand stock-still in front of him.

-He won the Hamburg-quiet answer to the question that he did.

Anis-black would be pissed! - He says with conviction, raising his head.

And this statement makes me smile, because, hell, he is telling the truth. Anis would be pissed to death would keep its nose not know how many days. And he said it with such ease, with such spontaneity, ah just made me laugh heartily.

-black would be more than pissed! - There and both burst out laughing.

-How vain things in your part? - Upon application asks me over the door jamb and raising her eyes on me.

Her face is more gaunt than I remembered and made-up eyes are so weak that I look huge. It does not have a good wax but the smile remained the same and it is very comforting. The Princess did not leave anything to break down and no.

-so-fuck, but then relapsed six!

bursts out laughing again, we see that laughs heartily because his laugh is crystalline, is the same as it was when we saw dell'Ersguterjunge a fight over any crap. It can not stop, it keeps his hands on his stomach and almost in tears. I, however, I have one of the most stupid expressions printed on the face of the earth.

Eko-Sorry if I laugh but you have a very funny face! - That is, in fact, End of proof.

-princess looks that have been the guy Bushido does not give you permission to laugh at us all the crew eh! - I say I laugh too, because it's true that I have a funny face and I know well, and because I like to hear him laugh and I want it to continue.

-I know, I know, I'm sorry-is recomposed back to slather on the door jamb, there will you on TRL? - Here, the question that I did not want to hear. Actually I knew that I would have done, the problem is that I want to answer because I do not know what will trigger my answer.

Yes, lower my eyes as if you could help us-we all know, all right. "

-am-happy-smile still means that the well-wanted and with this sentence Princess surprise me at all. He has a world view that we, in our country, we do not know where he is at home, and his world view is a breath of fresh air in our own, that so desperately needs.

-Happy? - murmur summarizing my idiotic expression.

Yes, happy. There must be my brother. This is a bit 'his admission that, Anis, he loved him. It took him a long time, but finally did it and I think he will appreciate it. "

-Do you think that you appreciate? That is, they can still appreciate? -.

-No, I do not think, I'm sure. "

-I have asked many Bushido times how she stay with you, and then, every time you came out with a view like the one you just made, it seemed so striking to me mentally I gave the idiot for not having thought of before. But sometimes I still ask, and I need some affirmation that I remember the reason for everything. "

-Eko-I thought you were more stupid.

-I thought I understood it all, Princess. "

-I am smart, I guess not. "

Bushido Anis-Why do you call? -.

Anis Bushido-Why you call? It 's the same question. I've always called Anis because it is a way to stand out. How do you set yourself apart I'm calling you Atze Anis. And 'my way to call it, mine is a few others. Helped me to remember every minute that I was special. "

-You had at least another million ways to remind you that you were special to him. "

-shrugs-You too shoulders as if to say: "We are on the same floor, what do you think?"

Yes ... but - but the words began convinced me die in my mouth.

Yes, but ... what? -.

-Nothing. "

-E "nothing" does it mean? -.

-The same as "so". Are you curious! -.

-I know-my suggestion does not seem to have troubled me-tell-all.

-But I never said I did not tell you! -.

-If you're not even for what never came to my house earlier today, I would say that the "new" things there are many. "

I hate it, it's official. Destroys you with the words in less time than you need to find a rationale that you're here. For this I wonder why they are still building in front of the Princess you are spreading every minute more on the door jamb.

But all in all it's nice. I am finally able to metabolize.

-But you're a boy seriously? - I have consciously chosen to put him in trouble and I know he will be angry over what Bushido would be angry knowing that Hamburg is winning the championship, Bushido and would be very angry.

The slap that I get the neck is strong enough and produces a loud snap. In the face of weakness, this leads to is a pleasure!.

-I have to remove my pants? - Blurts moving away from the jamb and resting her hands on her hips in a pose angry, which does nothing but feed my doubts.

-I do not think would, would continue to remain in-doubt shrug as he opens his eyes, making them even bigger than they already were.

-pick what I said, you're an idiot-Eko.

-Maybe. And do not ask me what it means "maybe" because it has the same meaning as "thus" and "nothing"! - better safe than sorry.

-asked-I would not tell you now it's height - "maybe" has a precise meaning. "

-Sure, sure, this guy is the proudest person on earth, after Bushido, the way you want, Princess. I'm going, see you soon. "

-Go? -.

Yes, I go. Sai, where I came back, at home, I go to watch the game there's all of my drinking companions. "

She looks at me weird.

-E 'already started the league? -.

-Ask your Anis, my Bushido would send me to hell if I asked you a question like that, but maybe your will be more lenient, Princess. See you soon, Bill .-

-Give Bushido, if you see it. Anis to think-I.

And after this exchange, I turn around and go down the stairs again, because I do not want to wait for the elevator feeling his eyes staring at me.

Esco and the cold wind stings my face again, but this time I can walk tall, the wind blowing behind me.

And as I start walking in a solitary Berlin reflect on something fundamental. As Bushido has managed to change the princess could not make it in his own image and likeness. If I were plumbed into the house of Bushido I would at least be seated in the living room.

author notes: So this is my first post, and it's the first fanfiction that result, which is nothing less than a tribute to EKR ( * loves), I chose a short, easy easy XD.Detto that I inform you that started it all with the careful observation of the avatar Liz (* love to rain on that too) and it is nice they were born seven pages sclera of the mind.
I hope not too convoluted and incomprehensible, but I think that the brain is twisted by Eko and then there may even be incomprehensible.
addition, this shot is not much in theme with the atmosphere of the above (if we exclude the brochure Swiss XD). But that's all.
I hope you enjoy.
So much that even a landslide to write notes!.

Ah, for the record, the title shot is a reworking of "Road to Mandalay" by Robbie Williams.