Monday's Child is Full of Grace (Vincent)

[Misato Hazukashi]

But yet he manages to fall flat on his face...

That was the third molehill Misato had staggered over.

It was getting beyond a joke, and considering the football jocks were all gathered out on the pitch watching him and laughing, Moe could feel himself going red. If it wasn't bad enough being asked if he sat on Christmas trees, or to get back to Fern Gully, now they all had MORE ammo to pick and poke at him. And all because he wanted desperately to go back to the wooded area towards the back of the fields and check out that birds nest he'd seen a few days earlier.

He was sure there were at least two chicks chirping away in their wooden bed. But he'd been busy of late; homework seemed to take hours in the day, and he'd been told to practice unfurling his wings so as not to spray the class with powder and have them all staring at walls giddily for the next three hours. But now, now Moe had time to himself, and he couldn't wait to flit up the tree and see those cute baby birds for himself. Even if his shoes were now a little mudstained, and he had given the football team extra ammo for the next class.

As he managed to creep closer to the tree, he noticed a small gathering of people around some whackjob who seemed to be setting fire to his hands. Misato wasn't sure whether he needed glasses, or whether someone was really that stupid. He took a deep breath and ascended up the tree, getting a nice aerial view of the dude with his hands... and more alarmingly, now his pants, on fire. But he wasn't here to watch the special olympics, he had birdies to check on, and so he turned his head back to the birds, and gave out a little coo of delight when he saw three little birds chirping away.

"Hello sweeties!" Misato cooed, looking round for the mother. "I'm sure your mummy will be back real soon, so don't be scared!" I would be scared of the fire weilding maniac below, Moe. He could get a very nice view up your skirt from down there...

[Vincent Verax]

Don't worry, Moe sweetie, that idiot playing with fire is just that, a total idiot. Your eyesight is fine.

That idiot also happens to be Vincent, Lord of the Retards. Fortunately (or unfortunately, I'm not sure yet) his power isn't the one that lets him control fire. He just likes to mess with it and burn himself. It had been a good day for Vinnie, though he'd burnt himself more times than he could count, as this was the third time today he had performed this very stunt. Now Vinnie don't work cheap, oh no. He might be easy, but he sure as hell ain't cheap. Over the span of the morning, he managed to weasel about $75 out of his classmates for maiming himself. It's crazy how far some kids will go for a little entertainment...

However, this time around the fire seemed to jump from his sizzling hands right down to his very favorite pair of pants. Yelping like a little girl, Vinnie dropped to the ground and started rolling frantically around to put out the flames, laughing like the total dickwad that he is. It didn't take long for his frantic flailing to smother out the life of the fire, leaving Vinnie laying burnt in the grass with a grin on his face like he'd just gotten head. The group of students around him were laughing, but they too shelled out the cash they'd bet and Vincent's scorched hands started to heal. Yes, in case you're wondering, it did still hurt, but he's so used to the pain he hardly even notices it anymore.

Once healed, Vincent's stomach let out a gargantuan roar for food, which he just so happened to keep a supply of the most unhealthy food he could find in his bag. Sitting up for a brief moment just to grab a bag of chips and a slice of cold pizza, he began stuffing his face. It was then that he noticed, sitting on a tree up above him, a very pretty something-or-another in a dress. And my oh my, weren't those panties cute? From the way Vincent started to stare at them (while still cramming eats in his face) you would think they were the greatest thing he'd ever seen.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato was too busy talking to the little birds and smiling at their chirruping, when he heard the crowd mumbling, and turned round to witness Vin doing a drop and roll across the floor. He sighed softly and turned back to the birds, shaking his head at them. "Well I don't know what he's doing either but it's not very impressive, hm?" The birds opened their little mouths eagerly for food and kept chirping, much like how Vincent's stomach is chirping down below.

Looking down, Moe suddenly realised the flame weilding idiot's eyeline was going right up his skirt, and he flushed. Flitting out from the branches, he dropped down and folded his arms across his chest, staring at Vincent with the most displeased expression you could ever hope to see. "Do you mind NOT looking up my skirt?" He said with a cross sounding voice, shaking his head. "And what on earth were you thinking, setting yourself alight like that? You could have been hurt!" A slight note of concern wafted in Moe's voice as he spoke, much like a mother at her son's hospital bed.

Huffing and flopping down on the floor, Moe closed his wings tight to his back and put his chin on his knees. "It's really rude to stare up a boy's skirt. It's also rude to eat like that! What would your mother think?" Cheekily, Moe reached over for a chip and popped it in his mouth, before rolling onto his stomach. Oh Vincent, just watch your step around Moe, he's too cute and he'll get you right under his thumb.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent hardly flinched when Moe came down from the tree. I suppose when you've just given yourself third-degree burns, an angry pretty boy is nothing. Wrinkling his nose at the scolding, he then proceeded to wave his hands in front of Misato's face. "D' I look hurt t'ya?" And of course, there wasn't even a mark on his previously-engulfed-in-flame hands. Sometimes, Vincent really, really loved his power. Almost as much as he loved himself. "An' y'was puttin' 't all on display, so I though' y'wanted m' t'look up there. Y'got some really cute panties. Y'mind if I have 'em?" He slurred in his normal brain-dead fashion, tearing another huge bite from the pizza.

How Vincent ever manages to attract someone is beyond me, considering he's no good at being polite or charming or anything other than drop dead gorgeous. And Vincent has now just discovered if he scoots up a bit across the grass combined with the way Moe is sitting, he can see those panties again. "So y'are a boy then. I wasn't f'sure. Y'like... girly." Vincent looked bothered slightly when Moe stole one of his potato chips, but shrugged it off when Moe mentioned his mother "Pff, m'mom sent m'ass here so quick, sh' wouldn't even give a fuck how I eat."

When Misato rolled onto his stomach, Vin frowned at the loss of panties in his face and followed suit. Reaching out, he grabbed Moe's dress and casually flipped it up as if he this was a normal thing. Granted, in Vincent's world it was, but I'm sure little Moe is going to be rather pissed about it (or embarrassed.) Vincent would also like to inform us all that he wouldn't mind being under Moe's thumb, but he would greatly prefer being under his ass. No one who knows Vincent is surprised by this.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"They weren't on show for you OR anyone else for that matter." Misato snapped grumpily, flitting his wings the way a fly does when it knocks against a window. "I was looking at baby birds, actually." Even the compliment was awkward, and Moe stared at Vincent in disbelief. What? He wanted his panties? What a complete lunatic. "No, you may not have my panties and you can't look at them again!" This level of stupid was beyond Moe's comprehension, was the boy simply socially retarded or honestly a little slow?

Smoothing down his dress and helping himself to another chip, Misato continued to look somewhat bewildered by Vin's behavior. "Well, I like girly clothes, they're cuter than boys clothes." He admitted, pulling the hat off his head and smiling awkwardly. "My mumma is waiting for me back in Japan." Japan. Moe missed the familiar city with the delicious sushi and the little bento boxes his mother packed for him. "I'm sorry your mum sent you away like that." Moe reached a comforting little hand to Vincent's shoulder.

Of course, this comforting move was pretty much shot to pieces when Vin lifted up his dress. With a shriek and a quick backhand, Moe scrambled away from the offender, cheeks pink. "You are HORRIBLE." He announced, pointing one tiny, pink painted nail at Vincent. "It's obvious to see where your brains are stuck, pervert." And with that little hiss, Moe fluttered his utterly gay wings and hovered back up into the tree, wrapping his dress around his bottom half. "Stay down there and think about what you've done!" I'm sure Vincent would. If he had a functioning capacity to think.

[Vincent Verax]

Misato would have been infinitely safer had he just slapped Vincent the moment he realized he was staring up his dress and then ran away. His first grave mistake involved actually communicating with the jerk. The second was wearing such cute panties in the presence of the world's worst pervert. Vin had never been formally tested, but I'm pretty sure his stupidity generates from some sort of mental defect. His moronic stunts just make it seem infinitely worse than it is... and Vin surely doesn't try to hide his idiocy.

It's sweet of Moe to try and comfort Vin, but his mother gladly shipping him off didn't really bother him. He'd never had a close relationship with his parents, so at the chance to leave, he was almost as excited about it as they were. He was the school's problem now... and dear god do I pity them to the highest extreme. Now, back on topic, Vincent had actually been expecting the slap for pulling up the pretty boy's dress, but what he hadn't been expecting was that Moe actually had a decent amount of force behind that girly little hand. Recoiling a little, Vincent laughed and rubbed at his cheek "Damn babe, y'got an arm!" I swear only he could turn a slap into a good thing. "B' I gotta better use f'ya hand." He added on with a wink, perpetuating his pervy nature even more.

Even as Moe retreated back up in the tree, Vincent tried to get a glimpse up his skirt and frowned when he was blocked from that lovely rump. "Awww c'mon, cutie, don' b'like that!" He was trying to coax the boy down out of the tree, but I think he's going to have to do better than that. Sitting up, he stuffed the now empty bag of chips back into his bag, then forced himself to stand up. "Look 'm sorry n' all b'ya jus' so cute that I can't control m'self!" Flattery will get you nowhere, Vincent! Didn't anybody tell you that?

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[Misato Hazukashi]

Upon hearing Vincent's retort about what he could do with his hand, Moe took off one of his pretty, albeit mudstained shoes and threw it at Vin's head. "Don't be so crude!" He shrieked, cheeks going all pink again. "In your dreams!" But of course, it probably would be in his dreams, especially if Moe isn't careful about where he's flapping his pretty, sparkly wings. But for now, the little girly-boy just scowled all the harder down at Vincent and his idiocy.

Flattery, however, might just about coax Moe down from the tree. It took a moment for Vincent's slurred words to translate in Moe's head. (The poor boy IS Japanese after all, he's not good with dialects). But soon, he fluttered down a branch or two, and just looked at Vincent closely, with his eyes ever so faintly narrowed. "You know, flattery doesn't get you anywhere." Misato said with a faint smile, trying to avoid giving Vincent any clue as to what he was thinking.

Eventually the little pixie winged boy plopped back to the ground, and walked up to Vincent with a determined little look in his eye. "Look here you. I might think you're awkwardly ... idioticly handsome, but you aren't getting anywhere fast." Prodding the healer square in the chest, he shook his head, then plopped his hat back on. His eyes warmed a little, and soon a sugary sweet smile drifted on his lips. "If you mean your compliments, then you can learn how to woo me. Got it?"

And now look what you've gotten yourself into Vincent. Do you even know HOW to woo, aside from barking rude comments about the length of your penis?

[Vincent Verax]

Somehow, even with his limited reflexes, Vincent managed to dodge the shoe that was flung at him in disgust. He laughed to himself at the boy's shrieks, but nevertheless went to fetch the wayward shoe. By the time he'd grabbed it, he noticed that Moe had dropped down a few of the branches, close enough to be in reach of Vin's greedy hands. As much as he would have liked to grab Moe's pretty legs, then pulled him down so he properly... er... "introduce" himself, he decided that he might as well behave a little while longer. After all, his kind words had done pretty good so far. Don't get too used to it, though, that's about the sweetest non-perverted thing you'll ever hear him say.

Vincent grabbed Moe's bare ankle, then slid the shoe back onto his foot with a cocky grin. "Hey, ain't this s'pos'd t'mean y'gotta marry m' or somethin'? I think I heard that 'n a fairy tale 'r some shit like that." His grin only increased in size when he gave a little tickle to the back of Moe's knee. Stepping back again, he gave Moe room to hop down from the tree, watching him as he came closer and touched his chest. He laughed at the boy's words and shook his head. "S'does that mean I get t'touch ya now?" Well, that depends on the kind of touch you're talking about, dear. I don't think that was code for "Please grab my ass you hot hunk of man." but seeing as this is Vincent we're talking about, I'm sure his mind has translated it to just that.

As for Vin's process of wooing... you've seen the extent of it. Except for the part where he whips out his dick and expects everyone to marvel at it. Dear god, Moe, please stop him from doing that before he starts, because I so do not want to be a part of that. "I dunno much 'bout woo-in', b'I'm pretty good at makin' people smile. Y'wan' some cake? Fuck, I wan' some cake. Let's go get some!" and without waiting for an answer, Vin's arm wrapped around Moe's waist and he started dragging him across the training field and back up towards the campus.

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[Misato Hazukashi]

"Marriage? It's a bit early for that!" Moe actually managed a soft laugh at that, and wiggled his toes into the shoe, relieved he hadn't lost the thing when he'd thrown it. Those were expensive shoes, and they were for small feet, too. It's impossibly difficult to get shoes for dinky Japanese feet in America, as Misato had found out when he went to get fitted in the girls section, and came away with shoes for a five year old. Embarrasing. "Maybe if we date each other and fall in love, then you can marry me." Moe has high hopes. High hopes that will be dashed. This is Vincent, he fails at anything that isn't being fail.

"And no, it doesn't mean you can touch me, but apparently it's too late for me to say anything." The boy remarked as Vin curled his arm around him. Well, at least it was an arm around the waist rather than a hand down the panties. "Just keep your hands there, mister, else you'll end up with a lot more room in your pants!" Ouch, a castration joke already? Misato, keep them in hand, you'll need them for when Vin starts dryhumping your legs. Cake? What, huh sorry? One minute Misato was following the conversation, and the next he was being dragged along to the cafeteria.

Trying to keep himself balanced, Moe flit his wings again and then held Vincent's nose. "It's so you don't get attacked by dust and start tripping out! I... I can't help it. It goes everywhere and makes such a dusty mess." Yes Moe, keep your hand over Vin's face, I don't want to know what he's like whacked off his skull. "I've been training but my wings are naturally dusty. Like a moth! And wait, why are we getting cake?"

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent's mind has never followed a set path. He could be thinking about rubber ducks one moment and zombies the next. So for him to jump from marriage to cake... well at least there is some sort of a relationship there. If it makes Moe feel any better, Vin did wince at the castration joke. "Hey, hey! Don' b'messin' wit' m'dick unless y'suckin' it!" He retorted, covering his crotch with his free hand protectively. Considering that's like... his pride and joy, I don't think he could survive without his manparts. He'd just cry and curl up in the fetal position like a little girl.

Misato commited another fatal mistake by telling Vincent that the dust that came from his wings could send him on a trip. This just means that the next time Moe isn't paying close enough attention, Vin's going to snort that dust like crack, then end up being 100 times more completely unmanagable that normal. I shudder at the thought alone. Thankfull for us all, Moe was bright enough to cover Vin's nose to keep him from doing just that. "We're gettin' cake 'cause cake 's fuckin' awesome!" He stated dedicatedly, cheekily licking Moe's hand over his face. He has a point there, cake is pretty much amazing and I am craving it. Pregnancy cravings FTW!

Abruptly, Vincent's progression towards the campus was interrupted when a football came sailing towards him and hit him square in the head. More out of shock than actual pain, Vin dropped backwards like a rock. He was able to let go of Moe in time to keep from pulling him down all the way, but Moe may have preferred that, because he's totally going to use this as another excuse to get a peep up his skirt. He really, really, really likes those panties. You should seriously just give them to him, Moe. He'll put them on his head and march around the campus declaring himself the King of Panties.

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[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato guessed he was going to have to go with Vincent anyway, especially since the guy had his arm around him and cake DID sound quite nice, depending on how long it had been sitting out. Stale cake? Yuck. Trotting alongside Vincent wasn't too bad really, he had to admit. It wasn't like he was sandwiched next to some giant fatty with B.O problems and a snotty nose.

Suddenly, Vin's arm was no longer present around Moe's waist, and he wheeled round, only to see a football rolling off into the distance, and poor Vincent on the floor. "Oh my gosh!" He squeaked, dropping to the floor and stradding the idiot's chest. "Are you okay? Of course you aren't." He began chattering to himself, checking Vin's pulse and waving a finger in front of him. "Can you see me and hear me? Oh dear..." The little boy continued to fuss Vincent as though he'd just been hit by a concrete block rather than a ball, and stroked Vin's forehead. Knowing Vincent, he's probably going to milk this concerned attention for all it's worth.

"It's okay, just lie here a moment." Moe wiggled off Vin's chest and moved his head into his lap, still stroking his hair. "Then we'll go get you some cake and everything will be alright." Looking up, Moe shook a fist at the football players, wings flickering angrilly. "Watch where you're kicking that thing!" He shouted, before speaking in fast, and rather scary sounding Japanese, cheeks red with displeasure. Once he'd done raving, the girly boy looked down at Vincent with a soft smile. "Lucky for you I was here!" Yes Moe, and unlucky for you.

[Vincent Verax]

When Vincent opened his eyes and saw Misato on his chest, the world's cheesiest grin spread across his face. Now, Vincent isn't smart, but he's surely smart enough to get the most of out of Moe's concern. "Y'an angel?" He asked, lifting and arm and touched at Moe's cheek. "Did I die?" He knew he hadn't, but he was more than willing to do anything he could to get the most of the pretty boy's attention. It certainly didn't help that Misato was straddling his chest, which in Vincent's twisted mind turned into something much more suggestive. If Moe wasn't so worried about the idiot, I'd tell him to slap the shit out of him, but I know he wouldn't listen to me.

Vinnie tried to get another peek up Moe's skirt as he slid off him, grinning crookedly. "'f 'm dead I mus' b'in heaven." Even I had to laugh; Vincent isn't getting into heaven even if he bribed God. (If it's good enough for politicians, it's good enough for God!) And then his head was in Moe's lap. He decided in that instant that he could really

[/i] get used to this. Run, Misato, run while you still have the chance. Closing his eyes again, he just laid with his head resting in Moe's lap, enjoying just laying there while Moe's fingers ran through his hair. No, that stupid smile is still plastered on, like hell it's going away anytime soon. "Y'damn straigh' 'm lucky." ... that ego rears its ugly head again.

He was perfectly content to lay there in Moe's lap, but his stomach had other ideas as it unleashed a rather loud rolling growl, and Vin was never one to ignore his tummy when it acted up. "S'can w'get cake now?" He cracked open one eye, then rolled over so his face was buried in Moe's skirt, stayed like that for a moment, then pushed himself up onto his knees. "Hay, y'smell good." I swear everytime Vincent opens his mouth, I end up facepalming.[/justify][/font]

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe continued to stroke and fuss Vincent's brow. Of course, Vin was milking it, we didn't expect him to do anything else. Unfortunately, Moe has no idea Vin's intentions are bad, or perverted, and as he opened an eye, the little girly boy sighed sweetly and looked down. "Oh Vincent!" Crying out, he kept touching the idiot's cheeks as he pretended to be on death's door. "You weren't hurt that bad... were you?" Worrying, he touched Vin's head where the bump had been.

"You flatterer! Honey tongued flatterer!" He shook his little head, curls bouncing back and forth. As Vin rolled his head back and forth in Moe's lap, he went gently pink, then pushed his head out of his lap. "Hey! Were you...?" He trailed off and jumped up, tugging Vincent up with him. "You are a real ... piece of work!" The boy shouted, sorely tempted to slap Vin again just for being such a super pervert. But, he could still be injured from the ball-to-forehead incident, so the little blonde bounced along and guided Vin towards the canteen.

Unfortunately, one of the football louts had decided to take offence to Moe's little bitching, and chucked the ball again, knocking Moe in his delicate little back. Crying out, the dressy boy collapsed into Vincent with his eyes quickly filling up with tears. "You Jerks!" He shouted, trying to touch his back and massage the pain out. Football guys; they don't like Moe. Vincent, you'd better be nice!

[Vincent Verax]

Moe's insults (if you could call them that) bounced right off Vinnie's chest and rolled away. He was hardly bothered, though he did expect another slap for his cheeky nature. Thankfully, his already beaten face was saved from another whack as Moe has much more patience than any one person should ever possess. The ball to his head had done really no damage, but Vincent is not going to pass up an opportunity to get a pretty boy's hands all over him.

It was then that Moe was hit with the ball out of the blue and Vinnie caught him as he fell against his chest. "Aw babe, y'okay?" It was his turn to look genuinely worried and the tears that pooled in the boy's eyes only made it worse. "Don' cry, cutie, I got this." Giving a little kiss to Misato's cheek, he guided the boy to sit down in the grass, then turned towards the guys playing football. "Oi, y'fucks! 'cha think ya doin', hittin' a boy like 'im?!" Vincent shouted towards them, angrily stomping across the field towards the one who had sent the ball in Moe's direction. "Y'think s'cool bein' a fuckin' dick-faced shit brain?" Vincent cracked his knuckles. If Moe doesn't like seeing beat downs, I suggest he turn away.

In a flash, Vincent had launched himself fists-first at the jackass who hurt Moe. They struggled and there was much profanity, but Vinnie, with the power of RAGE on his side, managed to free a fist and land a punch square in the student's jaw. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but Vin can hit VERY hard when he wants too. That being said, the punch laid the guy out in a manner of seconds. "Y'ever fuckin' mess wit' 'im again, an' I'ma fuckin' kill ya. Got it?" Kicking the jerk in the ribs, Vincent snorted, shot death glares at his friends, then marched over to Moe and easily scooped him up in his arms. "C'mon, less go 'nside." Oh Moe, you have no idea what you're in for...

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[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe felt dangerously woozy after getting his back hit. Clinging to Vincent's shirt, he bowed his head, and hiccupped, refusing to let the older boy see him cry. "It's... it's okay, really." He squeaked, rubbing his eyes and trying to let out a shaky breath. As he was sat down, he curled up in the fetal position, trying to rub his shoulders to relieve the pressure on his spine. "It's just my wings, my back is sensitive." He admitted quietly, touching his cheeks and biting his little red lips.

But then, Vincent was mouthing off to the football captain and Moe couldn't believe his brown eyes. "Stop!" He tried to call out, worried Vin would hurt himself even further if he went charging in like that. Trying to scramble to his feet, he found the pain intensify, and instead watched the events unfold, powerless to stop them. "Oh... god." He croaked, watching Vincent through his fingers, clasped over his eyes. Yet, Moe felt slightly flattered, this boy was sticking up for him and fighting in his honour, like a knight running off to protect his princess. That made Moe crack a weak little smile, though that smile faltered when Vin punched the guy straight in the face.

Then Vincent was back again, and Moe felt himself lifted up into a pair of strong arms. "Thank you, you shouldn't have done that." He looked up with his slightly wet eyes into Vincent's own. "My name's Misato, but you can call me Moe. What's your name?" He asked quietly, still reeling from the agony in his back, wings held stiffly, as though it hurt to move them. Moe felt like he would be eternally grateful for Vincent's bravery for some time to come. "If you'd like, we could get cake and maybe talk for a while." He said gently, touching Vin's lips shyly. "Really truly, thank you."