Omi's File
"Oh nooooo.. Aya, I am NOT doing this.. its embarassing.. degrading.. insulting.. unconstitutional.. an injustice.. in short, it sucks like a vacuum! You know, if someone finds out, imagine how Weiss's image would suffer.."
"..."
"Ayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
"..."
"Onegai, Aya, don't make me do this!"
"..."
"WHAT IF I GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM?!"
"... figure it out, genius..."
Aya and Omi were currently "discussing" the pros and cons of their newest mission: To infiltrate a fancy party being thrown by the Taketori family. Naturally, the male half of the "pair" would be Yohji, since, well, it just is. And Yohji accepted it just fine. His exact words were, "Ooh, party! Think I'll meet any pretty AND rich AND single women?" The hard part was finding the girl half. And since Omi was often mistaken for a girl and his voice hasn't quite broken yet (and both of the authors are extremely biased,though one more so than the other and the fanfic's name is "Omi's File"), he was the obvious choice. But he wasn't quite taking it as well as Yohji did.
Author #1: [You'd think he'd be excited. After all, girls DO rule..]
Author #2: {::crying:: Poor Omiitchi... wahhhhhhhhhhh.. *snif* It is pretty funny though.. *giggle*}
[::sweatdrop:: I am so biased..]
{shuttup}
[:P and so are you]
We now return to this fanfiction already in progress..
...........................
Later..
"::tired voice:: but I don't have any girl clothes.."
Yohji pokes his head in.
"Did someone say they needed drag? I'll be right back."
He disappears into his room and returns with a white silk blouse and a frilly black skirt.
Everyone sweatdrops but no one has the gall to ask the obvious question.
No one wants to know.
Omi disappears and reappears in the "drag". Everyone realizes something is wrong. Yohji stares and states the obvious.
"You're totally flat."
Omi looks down.
"Uh, yeah, thats kind of normal for guys.."
Big sweatdrop shared by everyone including authors.
A light-bulb appears over Yohji's head.
"I'll be right back."
He disappears and reappears, triumphantly clutching..
A silky black bra.
Everyone, including the authors, facefaults.
{[::together:: Owwwwwwww..]}
After recovering and rubbing his head, Omi asks, "And what exactly am I supposed to do with that??"
"Wear it."
"But it doesn't help the fact that I am... uh.... cleavege-ly challanged."
[Cleavage-ly challenged? Oh yeah, that's gonna get a big laugh..]
{I couldn't think of anything else! And I'm not gonna say flat again, it reminds me of you.}
[WHAT WAS THAT??]
{^.^() Heheheh.. ::avoids large mallet:: No need to use two hands!! ::runs::}
[And now, my turn at demented humor.. whee! ::goes on fanfiction high::]
Youji grinned.
"Thats the fun part."
The extremely kawaii and scarily genki one looked frightened (cutely of course). Anything Youji thought was fun was bound to be either extremely perverted or just plain wrong.
"What's the fun part?"
Youji produced a box of tissues. Omi raised an eyebrow.
"Are you gonna see how many of those you can fit in your mouth again?"
"No. Don't mention that, you know as well as I do that I was drunk at the time."
"When aren't you drunk?"
"NOW. Anyway, the fun part is watching you, blushing, stuff as many as these as you can down your shirt into your new, B-cup bra."
Omi blushed a red to rival that of Aya's hair.
"And the point..?"
Youji looked at Omi seriously.
"If I am seen with a 17 year old completely flat-chested girl, it would totally and completely ruin my image, not to mention make you look like an idiot... and besides, lots of girls do it. Its totally natural."
Omi snorted. "Natural my butt."
He grabbed the tissues and the bra and marched off into the bathroom, slamming the door. Moments later, a small, slightly audible click came from within the bathroom.
Youji turned to Aya seriously. "I just had a thought."
Ken took out a small book and began scribbling in it.
Today is sometime in August. Don't know when. Should ask Aya eventually. Anyway. Guess what diary? Today, some very weird things happened. Aya is actually speaking in understandable words, I haven't tripped over a flower pot in 3 hours, Omi is in the bathroom stuffing his bra, and, to top it all off, Youji just had a thought. Dragons will be descending upon Rome any moment now, and I'm expecting the announcement of Ronald McDonald's engagement to Pikachu to flash across the television. Funny thing, because I don't see a TV anywhere.
Youji read over Ken's shoulder and raised an eyebrow. " 'Diary' ?"
{::comes back:: 'Diary' ? What in the name of spam?}
[Um... demented humor? *sheepish grin* What were you expecting?]
{Something actually funny. Gimme the keyboard! ::grab::}
[MINE!! ::drops the keyboard and gets into a catfight with author #2::]
Random Anime Fan-Friend-Person: //My turn, my turn! ::picks up keyboard gleefully and begins typing::\
Ken whirled around and smacked Youji's face. "Don't read my diary! It's PRIVATE!"
Youji smacked Ken back. "Don't touch my face!"
*Smack!* "Don't hit me!"
*Smack!* "Don't hit ME!"
"Go hit on Manx!"
"Go polish your cleats!"
"Skirt-chaser!"
"Child-abuser!"
"Baka!"
"Bakayaro!"
"Jerk!"
"Bas--"
Youji was just about to call Ken another nasty name when he felt a sudden pain in his back. He looked over his shoulder to see Aya standing behind him, glaring something fierce. The tip of his katana was poking into the small of Youji's back. A tiny red stain spread around the tip--
[::wins the catfight and notices what Fan-Person wrote:: Hey! No one but ME has the privilige of injuring Youji! No blood in this story!]
//::pout:: fine..\
...was poking into the small of Youji's back.
"Finish that insult, and your torso will become seperated from your abdomen."
{sounds like something #1 would say..}
[^.^ hey what about the bannana thing? Are we gonna put it in this fanfic or when we make Youji--
{::clamps hand over #1's mouth:: Shhh! Don't give it away! We'll put it in a different one, it wouldn't fit in this ficcy...}
[Right. Hey, Fan-Person! Keep it up, we need to discuss our next ficcy!]
//::salutes:: Yes Ma'am!\
Youji sweatdropped.
"...best be calling Risa now, we have to do something about your face."
{::interrupts:: you're putting Risa into this fic? But what's she...}
//You'll see.\
Aya looked at Youji. "Nice save. Anyway, what was your thought?"
"Omi has no makeup, and I should call Risa to get him some."
A voice rang through the bathroom door.
"I AM NOT WEARING MAKEUP! NUH-UH, NO WAY, NOT HAPPENING!!!!!"
Aya snorted. "Even I know no normal, self-respecting teenage girl goes anywhere with out makeup."
[A-HEM!! We don't wear makeup!]
//I said normal.\
{Shes got a point there, 1-chan.}
[Anyway. 2-chan. Back to the discussion...]
//::goes back to her typing::\
Youji raised an eyebrow.
"Aya-chan?"
"Yep. Aya-chan once took me shopping, and she had to explain the purpose of her need for the object before I would buy it."
"Cheap-skate."
Aya glared. Youji faked a hiccup and grinned. Omi's voice came through the bathroom door again.
"Aha! You ARE drunk!"
Youij glared at the bathroom door. "Shut up, Omi-chan!"
"WHAT WAS THAT?? I'll have you know I hid a few darts in here for emergencys, and I may decide to use them!"
Aya stood between Youji and the bathroom door. "Youji. You are not drunk. For faking illness and insulting your leader, you will take the morning shift tommorow morning. Go call Risa."
Youji groaned and stomped toward the direction of where he last left the phone. He hated opening the shop.
Aya turned to the direction of the bathroom door. "Omi. For hiding a dangerous weapon in the bathroom without permission, you will join Youji tommorow morning."
"Aya! I know how to use the darts and Ken and you know not to touch them."
"What if Youji decides that he needs something to scratch his back with and picks up one of your poison darts?"
"His problem. *snigger*"
"...."
"....Whatever."
Youji enters the room, phone to his ear.
"...yeah. The Koneko No Sumi Ie. Right across from that restraunt I took ya to last weekend."
He listened and sweatdropped.
"Yeah, that place. She is not weird, she just likes cats. Yep. Okay. See you in a few."
He hung up.
"Risa's on her way."
A distinct groan came from the bathroom.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
[Sorry it took so long.Its still in progress, we're working on another fic. HINT: Its got Youji and Risa in it, and Omi gets his revenge for having to dress as a girl on Youji. ::snigger::]
{::sniggers along:: and in the next chapter, we try to repair the damage Achiin did to the fic.}
//I MADE IT BETTER, LIINA!!\
{No. You didn't. Anyway, this is Liina, Rei, and Achiin, signing off for now.}
[PLEASE REVIEW!]
"Oh nooooo.. Aya, I am NOT doing this.. its embarassing.. degrading.. insulting.. unconstitutional.. an injustice.. in short, it sucks like a vacuum! You know, if someone finds out, imagine how Weiss's image would suffer.."
"..."
"Ayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
"..."
"Onegai, Aya, don't make me do this!"
"..."
"WHAT IF I GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM?!"
"... figure it out, genius..."
Aya and Omi were currently "discussing" the pros and cons of their newest mission: To infiltrate a fancy party being thrown by the Taketori family. Naturally, the male half of the "pair" would be Yohji, since, well, it just is. And Yohji accepted it just fine. His exact words were, "Ooh, party! Think I'll meet any pretty AND rich AND single women?" The hard part was finding the girl half. And since Omi was often mistaken for a girl and his voice hasn't quite broken yet (and both of the authors are extremely biased,though one more so than the other and the fanfic's name is "Omi's File"), he was the obvious choice. But he wasn't quite taking it as well as Yohji did.
Author #1: [You'd think he'd be excited. After all, girls DO rule..]
Author #2: {::crying:: Poor Omiitchi... wahhhhhhhhhhh.. *snif* It is pretty funny though.. *giggle*}
[::sweatdrop:: I am so biased..]
{shuttup}
[:P and so are you]
We now return to this fanfiction already in progress..
...........................
Later..
"::tired voice:: but I don't have any girl clothes.."
Yohji pokes his head in.
"Did someone say they needed drag? I'll be right back."
He disappears into his room and returns with a white silk blouse and a frilly black skirt.
Everyone sweatdrops but no one has the gall to ask the obvious question.
No one wants to know.
Omi disappears and reappears in the "drag". Everyone realizes something is wrong. Yohji stares and states the obvious.
"You're totally flat."
Omi looks down.
"Uh, yeah, thats kind of normal for guys.."
Big sweatdrop shared by everyone including authors.
A light-bulb appears over Yohji's head.
"I'll be right back."
He disappears and reappears, triumphantly clutching..
A silky black bra.
Everyone, including the authors, facefaults.
{[::together:: Owwwwwwww..]}
After recovering and rubbing his head, Omi asks, "And what exactly am I supposed to do with that??"
"Wear it."
"But it doesn't help the fact that I am... uh.... cleavege-ly challanged."
[Cleavage-ly challenged? Oh yeah, that's gonna get a big laugh..]
{I couldn't think of anything else! And I'm not gonna say flat again, it reminds me of you.}
[WHAT WAS THAT??]
{^.^() Heheheh.. ::avoids large mallet:: No need to use two hands!! ::runs::}
[And now, my turn at demented humor.. whee! ::goes on fanfiction high::]
Youji grinned.
"Thats the fun part."
The extremely kawaii and scarily genki one looked frightened (cutely of course). Anything Youji thought was fun was bound to be either extremely perverted or just plain wrong.
"What's the fun part?"
Youji produced a box of tissues. Omi raised an eyebrow.
"Are you gonna see how many of those you can fit in your mouth again?"
"No. Don't mention that, you know as well as I do that I was drunk at the time."
"When aren't you drunk?"
"NOW. Anyway, the fun part is watching you, blushing, stuff as many as these as you can down your shirt into your new, B-cup bra."
Omi blushed a red to rival that of Aya's hair.
"And the point..?"
Youji looked at Omi seriously.
"If I am seen with a 17 year old completely flat-chested girl, it would totally and completely ruin my image, not to mention make you look like an idiot... and besides, lots of girls do it. Its totally natural."
Omi snorted. "Natural my butt."
He grabbed the tissues and the bra and marched off into the bathroom, slamming the door. Moments later, a small, slightly audible click came from within the bathroom.
Youji turned to Aya seriously. "I just had a thought."
Ken took out a small book and began scribbling in it.
Today is sometime in August. Don't know when. Should ask Aya eventually. Anyway. Guess what diary? Today, some very weird things happened. Aya is actually speaking in understandable words, I haven't tripped over a flower pot in 3 hours, Omi is in the bathroom stuffing his bra, and, to top it all off, Youji just had a thought. Dragons will be descending upon Rome any moment now, and I'm expecting the announcement of Ronald McDonald's engagement to Pikachu to flash across the television. Funny thing, because I don't see a TV anywhere.
Youji read over Ken's shoulder and raised an eyebrow. " 'Diary' ?"
{::comes back:: 'Diary' ? What in the name of spam?}
[Um... demented humor? *sheepish grin* What were you expecting?]
{Something actually funny. Gimme the keyboard! ::grab::}
[MINE!! ::drops the keyboard and gets into a catfight with author #2::]
Random Anime Fan-Friend-Person: //My turn, my turn! ::picks up keyboard gleefully and begins typing::\
Ken whirled around and smacked Youji's face. "Don't read my diary! It's PRIVATE!"
Youji smacked Ken back. "Don't touch my face!"
*Smack!* "Don't hit me!"
*Smack!* "Don't hit ME!"
"Go hit on Manx!"
"Go polish your cleats!"
"Skirt-chaser!"
"Child-abuser!"
"Baka!"
"Bakayaro!"
"Jerk!"
"Bas--"
Youji was just about to call Ken another nasty name when he felt a sudden pain in his back. He looked over his shoulder to see Aya standing behind him, glaring something fierce. The tip of his katana was poking into the small of Youji's back. A tiny red stain spread around the tip--
[::wins the catfight and notices what Fan-Person wrote:: Hey! No one but ME has the privilige of injuring Youji! No blood in this story!]
//::pout:: fine..\
...was poking into the small of Youji's back.
"Finish that insult, and your torso will become seperated from your abdomen."
{sounds like something #1 would say..}
[^.^ hey what about the bannana thing? Are we gonna put it in this fanfic or when we make Youji--
{::clamps hand over #1's mouth:: Shhh! Don't give it away! We'll put it in a different one, it wouldn't fit in this ficcy...}
[Right. Hey, Fan-Person! Keep it up, we need to discuss our next ficcy!]
//::salutes:: Yes Ma'am!\
Youji sweatdropped.
"...best be calling Risa now, we have to do something about your face."
{::interrupts:: you're putting Risa into this fic? But what's she...}
//You'll see.\
Aya looked at Youji. "Nice save. Anyway, what was your thought?"
"Omi has no makeup, and I should call Risa to get him some."
A voice rang through the bathroom door.
"I AM NOT WEARING MAKEUP! NUH-UH, NO WAY, NOT HAPPENING!!!!!"
Aya snorted. "Even I know no normal, self-respecting teenage girl goes anywhere with out makeup."
[A-HEM!! We don't wear makeup!]
//I said normal.\
{Shes got a point there, 1-chan.}
[Anyway. 2-chan. Back to the discussion...]
//::goes back to her typing::\
Youji raised an eyebrow.
"Aya-chan?"
"Yep. Aya-chan once took me shopping, and she had to explain the purpose of her need for the object before I would buy it."
"Cheap-skate."
Aya glared. Youji faked a hiccup and grinned. Omi's voice came through the bathroom door again.
"Aha! You ARE drunk!"
Youij glared at the bathroom door. "Shut up, Omi-chan!"
"WHAT WAS THAT?? I'll have you know I hid a few darts in here for emergencys, and I may decide to use them!"
Aya stood between Youji and the bathroom door. "Youji. You are not drunk. For faking illness and insulting your leader, you will take the morning shift tommorow morning. Go call Risa."
Youji groaned and stomped toward the direction of where he last left the phone. He hated opening the shop.
Aya turned to the direction of the bathroom door. "Omi. For hiding a dangerous weapon in the bathroom without permission, you will join Youji tommorow morning."
"Aya! I know how to use the darts and Ken and you know not to touch them."
"What if Youji decides that he needs something to scratch his back with and picks up one of your poison darts?"
"His problem. *snigger*"
"...."
"....Whatever."
Youji enters the room, phone to his ear.
"...yeah. The Koneko No Sumi Ie. Right across from that restraunt I took ya to last weekend."
He listened and sweatdropped.
"Yeah, that place. She is not weird, she just likes cats. Yep. Okay. See you in a few."
He hung up.
"Risa's on her way."
A distinct groan came from the bathroom.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
[Sorry it took so long.Its still in progress, we're working on another fic. HINT: Its got Youji and Risa in it, and Omi gets his revenge for having to dress as a girl on Youji. ::snigger::]
{::sniggers along:: and in the next chapter, we try to repair the damage Achiin did to the fic.}
//I MADE IT BETTER, LIINA!!\
{No. You didn't. Anyway, this is Liina, Rei, and Achiin, signing off for now.}
[PLEASE REVIEW!]