


Du Hast

by Roxius



Category: Ultimate Muscle
Genre: Drama
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-02-28
Updated: 2009-02-28
Packaged: 2013-08-08 19:11:22
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 454
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4891777/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1046997/Roxius
Summary: Kinnikuman Fic. Buffaloman waits for his match to be called, and he lusts for blood. Songfic with the song 'Du Hast' by Rammstein. Please R & R! This is the first Ultimate Muscle/Kinnikuman fic in a year it seems...





	Du Hast

Disclaimer: I do not own Kinnikuman. Nor do I own the song 'Du Hast' by Rammstein.

A/N: Just felt like making this, because I'm hooked on Kinnikuman right now...:P I'm having problems with the plot bunnies recently, too...

* * *

_Du_

Buffaloman sat alone in the cold, darkened locker room, his large powerful body barely held up by the small wooden bench. He kept his head low and waited patiently for when his name would be called.

_Du hast_

With each shuttered short breath he took, his chest rose and fell ever so slightly. His eyes remained tightly shut. He was completely calm.

_Du hast mich_

His large, inky-black gauntlets both weighed at the least about 50 pounds each, but to the gigantic horned man, they were weightless on his arms. He didn't dare to move a muscle. Nothing but silence surrounded him.

_Du  
du hast  
du hast mich_

_Du  
du hast  
du hast mich_

Then...he heard it...from the stadium arena just above, he could hear the entire 500-strong crwod burst out into cheers and screams...his name had been called...the match was going to begin...

_Du hast mich gefragt_

_Du hast mich gefragt_

It was time...for him to destroy yet another unfortunate opponent...

_Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nichts gesagt_

Lifting himself up to his feet, Buffaloman's eyes slowly pried open, revealing them to be a bright sunshine-yellow, yet his true personality was anything but. Cracking his knuckles, the edges of Buffaloman's lips began to curve upwards. Veins formed around the black circles that enveloped his eyes.

_Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet  
treu ihr sein für alle Tage  
_

Slowly, that smirk stretched out into a grin, and shivers of excitement began to break out all over Buffaloman's body. He always loved the tension that came before a match; it sent a rush of adrenaline flowing through him. Of course...

_Nein_

...He loved watching his opponent writhe in agony so much more.

_Willst du bis zum Tod, der scheide  
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen_

With his head high, and his senses craving for violence, Buffaloman made his way out of the locker room, and slowly ascended the stairs, laughing like a madman as he was confronted by the booming shrieks and cries of the huge crowd...all of them rooting just for him. He could tell right away that this was going to be one hell of a wrestling match. The air reeked with the smell of blood and sweat...just the way Buffaloman liked it...

_Nein_

...He was going to make sure to add his newest victim to his ever-growing collection of deceased Choujin...


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