A.N.: Yeah…so I was in my US History class, listening my MSI CD, and this just popped into my head. What if the Weiss and Schwarz boys went to sing karaoke? So I decided to write this. In the class. Not like I do the work there anyways, hence my 53. Oh well, fan fictions are better! Um...yaoi, a pinch of yuri, warnings for lyrics, and that should be all. If you want the pairings listed, here they are: Farfarello/Schuldig, Crawford/Nagi, Ken/Aya, Yohji/Omi, and Birman/Manx. Enjoy my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I…DON'T…OWN…WEISS KREUZ! sob

Karaoke Night – Chapter 1

"Bradleeeeeey…"

"Whatever you want, the answer is no."

"But I didn't even a---"

"NO."

Schuldig 'hmpf'ed and walked out of the room. Crawford could be such an asshole. All he wanted was to go to the bar, sing a little karaoke, no harm done, right? But he wanted the rest of Schwarz to go with him. It just wouldn't be any fun alone. Since Crawford was the leader, Schuldig had to think of some way to convince him to let them all go. Bribery always worked with Farfarello and Nagi, why not Crawford? Hmm…there had to be some sort of weak spot with that man. Schuldig thought back to previous days.

/FALSHBACK/

"O-oh Farfie! Yes!" Schuldig cried out.

Crawford was downstairs attempting to read the newspaper. His coffee cup was shaking in his hand, and his nerves were frazzled. Couldn't Schuldig and Farfarello have quieter sex? Not even Nagi screeched that much. Why…why did Farfarello have to fall in love with someone that came like a banshee?

"OOOOH JEEEEEEESUS! FARFIE!"

Crawford was about to snap. If those two didn't shut up, he was going to march up those stairs and duct tape Schuldig's mouth shut. Then he could get some friggin' peace and quiet. But no, Crawford would never stoop so low. Besides, he had no idea what kind of sick shit he might walk in on. It was Farfarello and Schuldig after all.

After about five minutes, the two came downstairs, looking rather pleased with themselves. Schuldig noticed Crawford's appearance and decided it was the perfect opportunity to tease him.

"What's the matter Bradley? Was I just a bit too loud for you?" Schuldig snickered.

"…fuck off…."

"Hmm…good idea. C'mon Farfie!"

Schuldig grabbed Farfarello's hand and dragged him up the stairs. Crawford almost burst into tears.

/END OF FLASHBACK/

"I've got it!" Schuldig exclaimed to himself.

And he went to pester Crawford some more.

"Braaaadleeeeeeeeeeey…"

"What did I just get done saying!"

"I'll make a deal with you, though."

Crawford was silent for a moment, but responded.

"I'm listening."

Schuldig grinned. This was going according to plan. He knew Crawford was the master of haggling. He would never pass up this kind of opportunity.

"I promise that I'll have quieter sex with Farfarello if we all go to a bar and sing karaoke."

At that moment, Crawford swore that the heavens opened and a beam of sunlight shone down upon him. So God existed after all.

"Fine."

Schuldig 'yay'ed and did a little dance.

"Thank you Bradley!"

Schuldig bounced up the steps to go get Farfarello and Nagi. He could tell by the slight raising of Crawford's eyebrows that he was ecstatic about this deal. Perhaps he would be able to sleep at night now. But Schuldig could also tell that Crawford thought Schuldig didn't expect him to actually sing. He was sorely mistaken. He was going to get every last one of them to sing. It would be great. Plus, it was more blackmail material against all of them. Bwahahahaha!

"Farfie! Naggles! C'meeeeeeeeeere!"

Nagi's face popped out from the doorway to his room.

"What do you want?"

Schuldig barged into the teen's room.

"Get some sexy clothes on! We're gonna go to a bar with karaoke!"

Nagi looked at Schuldig in disbelief.

"Crawford's actually letting you make asses out of us in public?"

"Precisely."

The blue eyed boy looked at him for a moment, then frowned.

"Count me out…"

Schuldig grinned.

"Ah, ah, ah, chibi! You HAVE to go. I made a deal with Bradley."

"…what kind of deal…?"

Schuldig sent Nagi a rather graphic mental image. The boy paled and then blushed.

"Whatever…"

Schuldig left the room and went to go find Farfarello next. The man was taking a bubble bath, for whatever reason. (A.N- We shall not question Farfarello's ways!) Schuldig let himself in the bathroom. He knew Farfarello wouldn't mind.

"Darling…" Schuldig cooed.

Farfarello looked up sleepily. Breathing in steam always calmed him down considerably.

"Yes…?"

Schuldig smiled and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"You wanna go to the bar with me, Naggles, and Bradley?"

Farfarello smirked and brushed his hand against Schuldig's cheek.

"And what exactly do you have planned?"

Schuldig smirked right back.

"Karaoke."

Farfarello laughed deeply, and Schuldig almost came in his pants. That evil laugh gave him such a hard on.

"I'd love to. Just to see that little brat humiliated," Farfarello replied.

A few days earlier, Nagi and Farfarello decided who could be the most positively evil. Nagi thought it would be amusing to take all of Farfarello's knives and superglue them to the ceiling. Needless to say, Farfarello was not pleased.

Schuldig grinned (A.N- He seems to be doing a lot of that…) and kissed Farfarello on the cheek.

"Mind if I join you?" He whispered huskily.

"Why not at all."

(A.N- Sorry fangirls, no lemon. I plan to keep this fic rated T)

/ 30 MINUTES LATER/

Crawford and Nagi were waiting downstairs for Farfarello and Schuldig.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Nagi complained.

"Mmn…"

Crawford had a pretty good idea what the two were doing upstairs. But he didn't care as long as he didn't have to hear it. After a few minutes, Schuldig and Farfarello came down the stairs.

"You all ready to go?" Schuldig smirked.

Crawford got out his car keys and Nagi gave Schuldig a suspicious look.

"Great!"

Schuldig ushered them all out of the flat. He was incredibly excited. He would actually get to hear Crawford and Nagi sing! HA! It would be no problem to get Farfarello to sing. The man loved to sing to Schuldig actually. Schuldig sighed dreamily thinking about it. Farfarello was such a romantic at heart. (A.N- O.o;) They all got in Crawford's car and buckled up…save for Schuldig cause he's a dingbat (A.N- Sorry…sorry…I had to use that word at least once…its my favorite…). He would much rather sit in Farfarello's lap. Schuldig gave Crawford directions to the specific bar. They were there in no time.

Schuldig practically leaped out of the car. This was by far one of the greatest days of his life.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

Crawford rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car. He was not looking forward to this. The last thing he wanted to hear was Schuldig sing. He hoped to God that Schuldig was at least half good…

Farfarello stood next to Schuldig, holding the carrot top's hand. Nagi walked up next to Crawford.

"Bleeeah…they need to cut the lovey-dovey crap," Nagi groaned, although he took Crawford's hand in his own anyways. Crawford was pretty sure that Nagi never noticed the cute little things he did. Perhaps his conscience willed him to those things.

Crawford saw Farfarello grab Schuldig's butt before they entered the bar. They excitedly entered the building. Crawford and Nagi went in next, and came face to face with their worst enemies.

"Weiss…"Crawford growled.

Aya,who was sitting at a nearby table snapped his head in Crawford's direction. He snarled.

"Schwarz…"

Oh no, no, no, no, no," Yohji interrupted. "Aya, we came here to have a good time, and that is exactly what we're gonna do. No fighting, just pretend they're not here."

Ken just nodded. Aya sneered one last time and turned around to face Ken. Crawford couldn't here what they were saying, but he saw Ken rub Aya's hand reassuringly. Were they…?

"Oh Bradley! Over here!"

Schuldig was calling him. Crawford turned his head to see Schuldig up on the stage, holding the mic.

"…oh dear Jesus…"

Yes, Schuldig was about to sing. He could only pray that his eardrums would not implode.

TBC…

A.N- Okay readers, now's the time to guess what Schugy's gonna sing. Heh heh…Start guessing! Well then, this fic should be about 12 chappies. Before the last chapter, I'll take a poll of your favorite singer! 3 All of Weiss and Schwarz are going to sing as well as Manx and Birman. No one ever writes about those two. By the way, HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY! pinches all those who are not wearing green