Title: Moment of Explosion
Author/Artist: purkle dragon goddess
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Themes: Fashion Sense
Rating: G
Pairings: none
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not my property. I’m just borrowing the boys for the moment and will return them only slightly abused.


No one had ever accused Schuldig of having any sense at all let alone fashion sense. Not that he cared in any way, his dress was not about fashion; it was about whether or not people noticed him, whether or not he wanted them to notice him. He usually preferred them to notice. It gave him a sense of self more than anything else did, for he knew who he was when seen through another’s eyes. The unreal combination of his bright orange hair mixed with the usual green and yellow of his attire--no one would wear that seriously.

However, in the moments when he felt himself getting lost in the mire of thoughts that sometimes threatened to overwhelm him, he would find himself pulled to the closest mind possible. It was only then that he could remember who and what he was. The swirl of bright and bold colors that never failed to annoy his teammates, or anger his opponents, did just what he wanted, needed them to--impress him upon their minds for him to later snatch himself back from the edge of insanity. Therefore, it was not really his fashion sense others laughed at--it was his fashion of sense.