Title: Revelations of the Snuggle Kind
Rating: PG-13 for cussing *nervous laughter for the kiddies * and reference to hot monkey sex between bishies. (Speaking of hot monkey sex, read "Games of Submission" over in the FF9 section by my little buddy, Blond Koneko! A cookie for whoever can guess which Weiss personality THAT one has!)
Pairings: AyaxYohji, OmixCrawford, Kenx…. I dunno, hope he finds someone…
Warnings: Yeah, well, I'm too tired to write a warning so deal.
Disclaimer: If you're going to sue me, get something good like that time…uh, nevermind. Don't own Weiss, never have and never will. * sobs* So sad….
The story (and the people rejoice!)
REVELATIONS OF THE SNUGGLE KIND
(Dumbass title, eh?)
Chapter one: Are Cheap Hotels Even Supposed to Have Concierges?
Jet lag happens to everyone, even tough angsty assassins so is it any wonder what happened to the poor worker behind the desk at the Shady Days Motel (Gomen if that's a real place)? As the four assassins had spotted the run down 'low key' temporary housing complex, they knew they shouldn't have let Persia make travel arrangements all by himself.
It's not that they minded all sharing one room-
"WHAT?! I need my beauty sleep and Ken snores like a 747 on takeoff!"
"At least it doesn't take my three hours in the morning just to look 'presentable'!"
"Aya-kun…I don't feel so well…"
-but with only two twin beds and no cable, Weiss was feeling abused and battered…and they hadn't even been on the mission yet.
One scarlet eyebrow twitching unconsciously, as Aya explained calmly, and in short monosyllabic words/sentences, what would happen should their sleeping arrangements still remain the same by the next night. Tonight was bad enough. With only one last death glare, the ear-tailed leader snatched the cheap brass key with a smiley face keychain and marched resolutely for stairs, half-hoping his teammates would fail to notice and he could get decent nights sleep. But, considering this was the same man whose entire family (with the exception of a sister in a coma) had been killed causing him to end up as an assassin/florist working for his worst enemy's brother, he had no such luck.
"Yo! Aya, wait up!" A pleasant tenor rang out, voice carrying easily across the shabby excuse for a lobby. A bag laden Ken and still slightly carsick Omi followed a little behind with minimum disasters for any maids, repairmen, and/or ice machines in their path. A few minutes later, they were there. Room 146.
"Seems kinda anti-climatic, doesn't it," Ken muttered to Omi who was biting the back of his wrist as his face tried out every shade of green that can be found in the really big box of crayons.
As the door opened, the green faced boy sprung into action. "BATHROOM!" he shrieked, forcefully pushing his dear friends and coworkers out of the way as he half-leaped, half-sprinted to the tiny bathroom.
"Why do I have a feeling things are just going to get worse?" Yohji muttered to himself as he wisely pocketed his more expensive shades and kicked Ken's fallen form into the room.
TBC…in
Chapter Two: In Which Aya Steals The Fluffy Pillows
Author Notes: I know, I should just give up on humor but…nah, I'll just keep torturing poor fanfic readers everywhere! As for Pissy, Zaneh, and Jade: Post something so I can review YOU already…sheesh….
Oh, the title will become clear later once the guys are tucked in as will the pairings and maybe even some humor…maybe…if you're nice and review. I should sleep. Yeah.