Steel Seal Vs Thermagasket

[German Rap] Cross myself for good [PG 15]

Title: Cross myself for good
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG 15
Pairing: Bill / Bushido
Genre: Humor
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slash Note: Applies to the HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt of fanfic_italia
Summary: "Nobody knows where he is, but everyone knows it's there, somewhere"


CROSS FOR ME GOOD

One day he arrived Bushido and put them all sitting around a table, so that they are worried and they put on the face of a gangster, what is usually done only on the covers of glossy magazines in which someone wants to appear for some reason, marketing. Bushido is also very serious, indeed it seems broken and, if Fler must make an objective assessment, then it looks well aged ten years, which makes him a thirty year old beaten but rather a slap-forties, if you really need to be picky. Bushido
looked at them and says: "Guys, we have a problem" and they are now imagined that the last album did not sell enough, they have finished buying all the profits the mega-screen on which they saw the world and is now at risk of starvation, or if their is more gray than expected, which Bushido was put back in trouble rigando some judge's car, crushing or kids becoming locked up in jail in Austria, which would force Chakuza to go on ahead with his people and see who pulls air. Chakuza And he does not want at all.
But the problem seems to be anything, because Bushido reached into his pocket and unrolled on the table this piece of paper and they all went to see what it is. Above is a drawn figure is provided, between the legs of internationally recognized symbol to indicate the male reproductive system, which tells them two things: one, that figure is a male. Two, that Bushido can not draw.
"This is Bill," he says seriously and all tilt your head left and right, but just can not see the princess in that design. And so are committed to paying no attention to vedercela Bushido he snorts and quickly draw a crest on his head the little man. "Better that way?"
not seem very convinced, but the king decides to go ahead anyway because he has no time to waste on those who do not have enough imagination.
"And then?" Fler asks, why not actually understand what they're there to do in front of a stylized drawing of the equipment of her boyfriend.
"I do not find," says Bushido.
Among the children running around the table look puzzled, hallucinated and sometimes even vaguely concerned about the man who should lead them and that instead it is here to draw obscenity.
"What you find, exactly?" Ask Chakuza.
"Her G-spot," he says Bushido. "And now you help me find it."
not which may rise, however, because Bushido can not stand two things: the Italians and insubordination, and because it is already bearing Chakuza Camora friend who is Italian, the triggers of psychotic crisis not indifferent, perhaps it is better to listen to him.
Bushido is a weapon of red marker and starts drawing a series of X along the drawn figure. "It is not here," says scoring his neck, "neither here," the inner thigh, "neither here," the side. "And of course the places are to be excluded obvious as this, "he says, hiding the view of others, the purity of the princess. Although fake. Then remains motionless staring at the pattern, absently scratching his chin with the pen.
"It's not that ... maybe" dare Chakuza "... is, like, inside? "Bushido
shakes his head, without turning around and continuing to look at the map of the body of Bill as if it were the board of the Risk and did not know how to eliminate the last of the tanks are infringed by the stupid stupid Kamchatka and declare himself emperor of the world as well. "Negative," he says. "I have already tried every angle humanly possible. "
Among those attending run a thrill that borders on horror, but all try not to show it, hiding his disgust after coughing, blowing nose, improbable research contact lenses never brought .
"In recent weeks I have focused my research in these two areas," he went on Bushido, as if the situation was normal, they were normal and some of the most famous rapper Germans had been reduced to playing "Find Wally "on the naked body of a figure drawn. With the red marker, the king tries his chest and groin. "Nothing."
The others look at him with an eyebrow raised and he is quick to correct themselves. "Obviously, nothing-nothing but not what I'm looking for."
"Maybe it's feet," Fler test. "A lot of people like."
"or behind the knees," suggests Chakuza. "You could try."
Other Rotary Bushido try other options and the marks one by one with a small green rods as a reminder. "Once my girl had a crush on a point just behind his back," said Eko, writhing like an eel in an attempt to indicate what he is saying.
"Many say that the inside of the elbow is very sensitive," joins Saad, Bushido arousing the curiosity of trying to push it, just to see.
When Bill enters the room, what you see is a twist of men touching each other in parts absurd. Chakuza, say, Fler and is standing behind him is desperately trying to figure out what exact part of the knee are talking about.
'A little farther on, "says the Austrian. "Right, Fler! Right! You have taught kindergarten. "
Saad is perplexed but not at all shocked by the fingers of Bushido that pressing the skin, because it does not appear to be any effect. "Are you sure this is the point?" Ask the Tunisian.
"It's not that I remember one very well."
They are all so busy that no one cares about Bill, who has time to approach and study well the map of himself with a smile. "This is what you were doing while I was waiting in the room!" Exclaims, raising his caricatures covered with crosses as a cemetery.
The men caught red-handed feel very embarrassed if they were not actually doing anything wrong and stop there as they are, with one knee on the other hands, or arms folded, watching their strange princess who looks on and smiles well aware that you have all the papers in to tease. Oddly, though, Bill does not and prefers it to Bushido scrambling, looking for a sensible justification for that scene. Bushido
course, is not one that is justified is one that pulls two fists into the backs of those around him, requiring him to compose himself and then clears his throat, trying to appear so attractive and irresistible that his princess decided not to take action ..
Bill puts his open hand on the sheet and the time one hundred and eighty degrees, so it can be better observed. "What you're looking for, exactly?" Bill asks, repeating the question without knowing the Chakuza.
"Your G-spot," he says without shame Bushido. And besides, even having the decency to, what else could he look on the bare outline of Bill, unless you make him believe that he was having a map in memory?
Bill smiles. "Let's do this," he says, shaking fingers and curling the ball into a drawing. He takes the pen from the man's fingers and smiles. "I sign on me with an X and you come with me to look beyond, what do you say? "
Bushido is already in the bedroom even before he finished the sentence.
Bill does not just have to uncork the marker and greet the other hand, before closing the door and start the treasure hunt.



Notes:
There was a time when I wrote things make sense ... but not anymore! Now you have these micro-fic completely out of the grace of God those good old times when it was still possible to read something of mine and believe there was some logical reason behind every word. * Sighs thinking about the good old days *
And for those about to open my mouth and tell me, but the G-spot I did not have only women? The answer is who cares. And then, perhaps I have never given me the impression that Bill was male? I do not understand oo