Post by Genki on Oct 14, 2006 5:37:02 GMT -5
I'll probably end up getting shot for this... ^^; Anyway, I'm a hughe Lyserg fan, so this is all in good fun... so... um... enjoy? XD Sorry its so short...
It was an average day, weather wise, and for once the X-Laws weren’t out killi—I mean, executing evil. So, the group sat around the breakfast table in Jeanne-sama’s American villa, looking for all the world like a normal group of people. (Albeit, in snazzy white uniforms).
Marco sipped his tea, thankful for the small bit of peace. Even Jeanne-sama had come out of the Iron Maiden, and was spreading strawberry jam onto her toast at the other end of the table. Lyserg, he noticed, poked at his bacon with little enthusiasm, a troubled look on his face.
He wasn’t the only one to notice, as Meene spoke up. “Lyserg, is something the matter?”
The boy blinked, looking up at the group as if surprised that his expression had been that obvious. After a few minutes silence, his brows drew together before he asked, “What’s ‘the talk’?”
Marco nearly choked on his tea, likewise for the other X-Laws. Jeanne merely cocked her head to one side, just as confused as Lyserg at this reaction.
Once the older members of the group had cleared their windpipes, they ushered Jeanne out of the room so they could talk with Lyserg in private. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Marco spoke up. “So, Lyserg… do you know where babies come from…?”
Lyserg was puzzled, wondering what babies had to do with ‘the talk.’ Still, he nodded. The group sighed with relief until he said, “The stork.” Sending the profusely confused dowser from the room, all hell broke loose.
“He’s fourteen years old, how can he not know about… that?!” Denbat exclaimed, resting his forehead against the table’s cool surface.
“Well… he doesn’t have parents, and he did do an awful lot of training…” Meene reasoned, cheeks a brilliant shade of pink.
Marco sighed, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “One of us is going to have to tell him.”
“WHAT?!” The rest of the group shrieked, standing up so fast that their chairs fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Marco, have you lost it?! We’re not… we can’t…!” Kevin tried, before the Italian held up a hand for silence.
“Lyserg is fourteen, he deserves to know.”
“I can’t do it!” Meene said quickly, as everyone seemed to be looking her way. “I’m a girl!” Damn, she had them there.
After much deliberation among the male party, the decision was left up to a round of ‘rock, paper, scissors.’
“Rock!”
Everyone held a hand behind their back…
“Paper!”
Each chose a sign…
“Scissors!”
All hand flew forwards.
All hands were scissors… excluding one paper. Marco.
All other men, aside from the mentioned Italian, relaxed noticeably and made themselves scarce. Kevin gave him a sympathetic clap on the back and Denbat smiled lightly. “Good luck, Marco!” The blonde pursed his lips, at an utter loss of what to say.
A confused Lyserg re-entered after the group vacated the room, and Marco motioned for him to down. The green haired boy did so, and looked at the elder expectantly. Marco stood in silence for a few minutes, contemplating how to approach the delicate subject.
Sighing, he sat back down and looked over at the British boy. “I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of the birds and the bees?” Lyserg cocked his head to the side, confused about what birds and bees had to do with anything. Sighing again, Marco began. “When a man and a woman love eachother very much…”
“… and after nine months of painful, backbreaking pregnancy, a baby comes out. And… um… that’s pretty much it.” Marco finished, glad it was over. Lyserg was utterly silent, mouth slightly ajar. His skin tone had also dropped noticeably, which was a task within itself.
Deciding to leave the boy to himself, Marco picked up a fresh cup of coffee and made a hasty retreat.
Upon reaching his office, he immediately noticed the silver haired girl standing outside the door, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Jeanne-sama. What’s the matter?” He smiled lightly, as the girl cocked her head to the side, obviously confused.
“Where do babies come from?”
Marco choked on his beverage for the second time that morning.
~O~O~O~
It was an average day, weather wise, and for once the X-Laws weren’t out killi—I mean, executing evil. So, the group sat around the breakfast table in Jeanne-sama’s American villa, looking for all the world like a normal group of people. (Albeit, in snazzy white uniforms).
Marco sipped his tea, thankful for the small bit of peace. Even Jeanne-sama had come out of the Iron Maiden, and was spreading strawberry jam onto her toast at the other end of the table. Lyserg, he noticed, poked at his bacon with little enthusiasm, a troubled look on his face.
He wasn’t the only one to notice, as Meene spoke up. “Lyserg, is something the matter?”
The boy blinked, looking up at the group as if surprised that his expression had been that obvious. After a few minutes silence, his brows drew together before he asked, “What’s ‘the talk’?”
Marco nearly choked on his tea, likewise for the other X-Laws. Jeanne merely cocked her head to one side, just as confused as Lyserg at this reaction.
Once the older members of the group had cleared their windpipes, they ushered Jeanne out of the room so they could talk with Lyserg in private. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Marco spoke up. “So, Lyserg… do you know where babies come from…?”
Lyserg was puzzled, wondering what babies had to do with ‘the talk.’ Still, he nodded. The group sighed with relief until he said, “The stork.” Sending the profusely confused dowser from the room, all hell broke loose.
“He’s fourteen years old, how can he not know about… that?!” Denbat exclaimed, resting his forehead against the table’s cool surface.
“Well… he doesn’t have parents, and he did do an awful lot of training…” Meene reasoned, cheeks a brilliant shade of pink.
Marco sighed, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “One of us is going to have to tell him.”
“WHAT?!” The rest of the group shrieked, standing up so fast that their chairs fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Marco, have you lost it?! We’re not… we can’t…!” Kevin tried, before the Italian held up a hand for silence.
“Lyserg is fourteen, he deserves to know.”
“I can’t do it!” Meene said quickly, as everyone seemed to be looking her way. “I’m a girl!” Damn, she had them there.
After much deliberation among the male party, the decision was left up to a round of ‘rock, paper, scissors.’
“Rock!”
Everyone held a hand behind their back…
“Paper!”
Each chose a sign…
“Scissors!”
All hand flew forwards.
All hands were scissors… excluding one paper. Marco.
All other men, aside from the mentioned Italian, relaxed noticeably and made themselves scarce. Kevin gave him a sympathetic clap on the back and Denbat smiled lightly. “Good luck, Marco!” The blonde pursed his lips, at an utter loss of what to say.
A confused Lyserg re-entered after the group vacated the room, and Marco motioned for him to down. The green haired boy did so, and looked at the elder expectantly. Marco stood in silence for a few minutes, contemplating how to approach the delicate subject.
Sighing, he sat back down and looked over at the British boy. “I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of the birds and the bees?” Lyserg cocked his head to the side, confused about what birds and bees had to do with anything. Sighing again, Marco began. “When a man and a woman love eachother very much…”
An hour later…
“… and after nine months of painful, backbreaking pregnancy, a baby comes out. And… um… that’s pretty much it.” Marco finished, glad it was over. Lyserg was utterly silent, mouth slightly ajar. His skin tone had also dropped noticeably, which was a task within itself.
Deciding to leave the boy to himself, Marco picked up a fresh cup of coffee and made a hasty retreat.
Upon reaching his office, he immediately noticed the silver haired girl standing outside the door, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Jeanne-sama. What’s the matter?” He smiled lightly, as the girl cocked her head to the side, obviously confused.
“Where do babies come from?”
Marco choked on his beverage for the second time that morning.
