The Weiß Toga Party
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing then for a little bit. I haven't seen all of Weiß Kreuz so I'm taking many creative liberties with this. Because of this, many characters... *cough* AYA ...may experience mild to severe cases of OOC-ness.
"blah" = spoken
//blah// = thought
/blah/ = telepathy
BLAH = shouted
~
The four boys stared blankly at Manx and Birman.
It was Yohji who found his voice first, "W-why?"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Manx sighed. "Look at it as a respite from the fighting. It'll give everyone a chance to communicate outside of a battlefield."
"But there's only four of us! Besides, we already communicate pretty well... except for Aya... but still!" Omi complained.
"Excuse me?!" the redhead snapped.
As Birman and Manx turned to leave the Koneko, Birman called back, "I've taken the liberty of sending out a few invitations."
Aya's eyes darkened, "We are NOT having a fucking TOGA PARTY!"
"Yes, you are. Now stop complaining, Abyssinian." And with that, the women left the shop.
"Great!" Ken moaned. "Where are we supposed to find togas?"
Without warning, a red-haired man popped in.
"You called?"
Yohji screamed like a girl and grabbed the hose.
"AIEEEEEE! Get back, vile creature!"
The newcomer shreiked as an irate Yohji tried to beat him to death with the Garden Hose of Doom, "But he said he was looking for Touga!"
"Not Touga, you idiot," Yohji retorted, "TOGA! T-O-G-A!"
Touga burst into tears and ran from the hose weilding psycho as Balinese chased him out.
"SHI-NE!"
*blink* "Um, Yohji..." Omi whispered. "Don't do that. One half-crazed death- obsessed berzerker around here is plenty."
"I HEARD THAT!"
"Easy Aya..." Ken cooed trying to soothe his beloved Aya's ego. "Oh for the love of god, will you breathe already? Now... back to the matter at hand. Where do we find togas?"
The four assassins exchanged puzzled looks. The room was dead silent. The clock ticked away. The water from the hose splashed onto the floor. Aya passed out.
"I told you to breathe, baka," Ken muttered.
Suddenly, Yohji jumped up.
"I GOT IT!" and he raced through the door and out of sight.
Omi raised an eyebrow, "What the hell was that all about?"
Ken shrugged and, with Omi at his heels, carried Aya downstairs where he regained consciousness a few minutes later.
Yohji returned, looked around dumbly, and went downstairs carrying one of his bedsheets.
"TA DA!" he exclaimed, and grinned.
Aya rolled his eyes. "It's official. He's snapped."
"No! Really! Look, see? Instant toga!" Yohji yipped wrapping the sheet around his body and securing the loose ends at his shoulder with his Scünci.
Omi burst out laughing, "Why didn't I think of that! Now that the toga problem is taken care of... all we have to worry about is who else Birman invited."
"NOOOOOO!"
Ken's scream echoed throughout the shop.
"What is it?" Omi asked. "What's wrong, Ken-kun?"
Aya glanced at the paper in Ken's hand and went pale.
"She didn't... no... Well, that's it. We're screwed."
"Birman's invites?"
"O~h yeah."
Omi eeped when he read the list.
"Oh please no..."
Yohji snatched the sheet from Ken's shaking hand.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! NO! NONONONONO!"
~
"Hey, Mr. Bradley Crawford! You got mail!"
The precog walked past, plucking the letter from the other man's fingers.
"Don't yell in the house. And DO NOT call me that. EVER."
"Yup, uh-huh, whatever you say, Mister Bradley... OW!"
"Schuldig, don't push me," Brad snipped yanking on the telepath's greenish- brown hair... hard.
"Okay, okay..." he replied, rubbing the back of his head. /You're a prick, you know that?/
/Shut up and stay out of my head, Schu./
The telepath muttered something under his breath in German, headed toward the kitchen, and screamed bloody murder.
"NAGI! THAT WAS MINE! BRAAAAAAAAAD! NAGI ATE ALL MY ICE CREAM!"
"I DID NOT! IT WAS HALF EMPTY WHEN I GOT IT OUT!"
"NUH-UH! IT WAS FULL THIS MORNING!"
"I JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL NOT EVEN FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO! I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO EAT YOUR FUCKING ICE CREAM!"
"DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU IT'S NOT POLITE TO SWEAR?"
"I'M 15! I'LL DO WHATEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!"
Brad moaned and entered the room, setting the unopened envelope on the table next to an empty carton of Triple Chocolate Fudge Swirl.
"Will the two of you knock it off? Schu, Nagi didn't touch your ice cream. I wouldn't be surprised if you ate it and forgot. Nagi, put Schu down... and don't swear."
The young telekinetic's eyes refocused and he dropped Schuldig with a loud thud.
/Be glad I'm not feeling vengeful, Chibi. And I know you ate my.../
He was interrupted when a high-pitched yowling came from just outside the window. Three heads turned as one.
"Farfie..." Schuldig snarled.
The knife-licking psychopath strode inside with a huge smile on his face.
"God cried. He doesn't like to see ice cream melt on the pavement."
Schu's eyes narrowed viciously, "YOU! YOU THREW AWAY PERFECTLY GOOD ICE CREAM! I WAS GONNA EAT THAT!"
Farfarello twirled his knife in his mouth, his words slightly muffled, "Oh well. It met a better end."
The telepath was poised to launch himself at the madman when Nagi's voice cut in.
"What's that?"
"Huh?" Schu glanced up. "Oh. Brad got a letter."
"Who's it from? Don't tell me you didn't open it!"
Brad sighed and opened the little white envelope, his eyes quickly scanning the contents.
"It's an invitation. For a toga party at the Koneko No Sumi Ie. We're not going."
Immediately five eyes and an eyepatch were turned on him. Three voices echoed in unison, "PLEEEEEEEEEASE?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeease?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
/This isn't working... Chibi, time to turn on the waterworks./
"Brad?"
"What now, Nagi?" He didn't look at the boy: he knew what was coming. Nagi's 'Bambi eyes' were hard to resist.
"Braddy?"
Catching the precog off guard by using a name Nagi hadn't called him in years, Brad looked up... ...to see a pair of large golden-brown eyes on the verge of tears.
"Please?" the telekinetic sniffled.
His resolve shattered.
"Oh, all right."
"YATTA!" Nagi squealed in delight.
/Weiß in togas... this is gonna be fun./
/Schu, get your mind out of the gutter./
/Only if you do, Chibi. Only if you do./
/Bite me!/
/Maybe later./
Farfarello paused in his self-mutilation to ask Brad something everyone else seemed to have forgotten for the moment.
"What do we do about togas?"
Again, the red-haired man popped in.
"I'M RIGHT HERE!"
Farfie's eye lit up. Pulling the knive from his mouth, he chased after Touga, grinning maniacally.
"YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI!"
Brad shook his head sadly.
"Schu, call his studio and find out what they want for compensation. After Farfie gets done with him, they're gonna need a replacement. Oh, and see if they want whatever's left of him. I don't want that thing all over my carpet."
"Hi. Um... I need to speak to someone about... er... compensation or reimbursement. Yes, I'll hold... Yes, um... I need to speak to someone about compensation. You see, Touga came by and there was an accident... yes... yes... very dead, Miss... yes... uh-huh... okay... What do you want us to do with the remains? But... but... but... *sigh* I'll let him know. You have a nice day, Miss Tenjou."
Schuldig hung up the phone with a sigh.
"Um... Brad... They don't want anything. Actually, Utena said we can keep him. "
"MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYY~!" Touga's shreik was cut short by Farfarello's bowie knife.
"FARFIE! DON'T GET THAT ON MY CARPETING! Okay, back to business... the togas. I guess we'll have to use bedsheets."
Nagi, who was slowly turning green from Farfarello's plaything, froze.
"B-bedsheets? We'll look retarded!" Already his mind was picturing as many embarassing situations as he could muster. "I get beat up enough at school! I don't need to get beat up at some party! I don't know if I want to go anymore."
"Why not? They'll be wearing bedsheets as well. I've already forseen it. FARFIE! TAKE THAT THING OUTSIDE! IT STINKS!"
Sighing, Nagi retreated to his room to see if he could find a sheet to use. As he started up the stairs, he gagged at the sight of Farf's new "toy" and instead, locked himself in the bathroom.
Brad sank down on the sofa, his mind racing, a cold, calculating smile on his face.
"Schu, clean Farfie's mess up."
//This is going to be an interesting night, to say the least...//
~
"Wheeeeeee!" the girl shreiked as she spun around, holding a stuffed rabbit in the air.
"This is so boring. I wonder what Yohji's doing..."
"Tot, be careful! You don't want Rabbi-chan to need stitches, do you?"
"What's this? ... Girls, how would you like to go to Weiß's toga party at the Koneko?"
"HAI!" Tot cried.
"Okay. Anything's better than this. And I might get to see Yohji..." Neu's voice drifted off.
"Weiß?" Schöen's hand came up to trace the scars on her cheek. "... Sure..."
Hell smiled as the group ran off to find sheets to use as togas. "Maybe they're not as bad as we thought..."
~
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing then for a little bit. I haven't seen all of Weiß Kreuz so I'm taking many creative liberties with this. Because of this, many characters... *cough* AYA ...may experience mild to severe cases of OOC-ness.
"blah" = spoken
//blah// = thought
/blah/ = telepathy
BLAH = shouted
~
The four boys stared blankly at Manx and Birman.
It was Yohji who found his voice first, "W-why?"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Manx sighed. "Look at it as a respite from the fighting. It'll give everyone a chance to communicate outside of a battlefield."
"But there's only four of us! Besides, we already communicate pretty well... except for Aya... but still!" Omi complained.
"Excuse me?!" the redhead snapped.
As Birman and Manx turned to leave the Koneko, Birman called back, "I've taken the liberty of sending out a few invitations."
Aya's eyes darkened, "We are NOT having a fucking TOGA PARTY!"
"Yes, you are. Now stop complaining, Abyssinian." And with that, the women left the shop.
"Great!" Ken moaned. "Where are we supposed to find togas?"
Without warning, a red-haired man popped in.
"You called?"
Yohji screamed like a girl and grabbed the hose.
"AIEEEEEE! Get back, vile creature!"
The newcomer shreiked as an irate Yohji tried to beat him to death with the Garden Hose of Doom, "But he said he was looking for Touga!"
"Not Touga, you idiot," Yohji retorted, "TOGA! T-O-G-A!"
Touga burst into tears and ran from the hose weilding psycho as Balinese chased him out.
"SHI-NE!"
*blink* "Um, Yohji..." Omi whispered. "Don't do that. One half-crazed death- obsessed berzerker around here is plenty."
"I HEARD THAT!"
"Easy Aya..." Ken cooed trying to soothe his beloved Aya's ego. "Oh for the love of god, will you breathe already? Now... back to the matter at hand. Where do we find togas?"
The four assassins exchanged puzzled looks. The room was dead silent. The clock ticked away. The water from the hose splashed onto the floor. Aya passed out.
"I told you to breathe, baka," Ken muttered.
Suddenly, Yohji jumped up.
"I GOT IT!" and he raced through the door and out of sight.
Omi raised an eyebrow, "What the hell was that all about?"
Ken shrugged and, with Omi at his heels, carried Aya downstairs where he regained consciousness a few minutes later.
Yohji returned, looked around dumbly, and went downstairs carrying one of his bedsheets.
"TA DA!" he exclaimed, and grinned.
Aya rolled his eyes. "It's official. He's snapped."
"No! Really! Look, see? Instant toga!" Yohji yipped wrapping the sheet around his body and securing the loose ends at his shoulder with his Scünci.
Omi burst out laughing, "Why didn't I think of that! Now that the toga problem is taken care of... all we have to worry about is who else Birman invited."
"NOOOOOO!"
Ken's scream echoed throughout the shop.
"What is it?" Omi asked. "What's wrong, Ken-kun?"
Aya glanced at the paper in Ken's hand and went pale.
"She didn't... no... Well, that's it. We're screwed."
"Birman's invites?"
"O~h yeah."
Omi eeped when he read the list.
"Oh please no..."
Yohji snatched the sheet from Ken's shaking hand.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! NO! NONONONONO!"
~
"Hey, Mr. Bradley Crawford! You got mail!"
The precog walked past, plucking the letter from the other man's fingers.
"Don't yell in the house. And DO NOT call me that. EVER."
"Yup, uh-huh, whatever you say, Mister Bradley... OW!"
"Schuldig, don't push me," Brad snipped yanking on the telepath's greenish- brown hair... hard.
"Okay, okay..." he replied, rubbing the back of his head. /You're a prick, you know that?/
/Shut up and stay out of my head, Schu./
The telepath muttered something under his breath in German, headed toward the kitchen, and screamed bloody murder.
"NAGI! THAT WAS MINE! BRAAAAAAAAAD! NAGI ATE ALL MY ICE CREAM!"
"I DID NOT! IT WAS HALF EMPTY WHEN I GOT IT OUT!"
"NUH-UH! IT WAS FULL THIS MORNING!"
"I JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL NOT EVEN FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO! I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO EAT YOUR FUCKING ICE CREAM!"
"DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU IT'S NOT POLITE TO SWEAR?"
"I'M 15! I'LL DO WHATEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!"
Brad moaned and entered the room, setting the unopened envelope on the table next to an empty carton of Triple Chocolate Fudge Swirl.
"Will the two of you knock it off? Schu, Nagi didn't touch your ice cream. I wouldn't be surprised if you ate it and forgot. Nagi, put Schu down... and don't swear."
The young telekinetic's eyes refocused and he dropped Schuldig with a loud thud.
/Be glad I'm not feeling vengeful, Chibi. And I know you ate my.../
He was interrupted when a high-pitched yowling came from just outside the window. Three heads turned as one.
"Farfie..." Schuldig snarled.
The knife-licking psychopath strode inside with a huge smile on his face.
"God cried. He doesn't like to see ice cream melt on the pavement."
Schu's eyes narrowed viciously, "YOU! YOU THREW AWAY PERFECTLY GOOD ICE CREAM! I WAS GONNA EAT THAT!"
Farfarello twirled his knife in his mouth, his words slightly muffled, "Oh well. It met a better end."
The telepath was poised to launch himself at the madman when Nagi's voice cut in.
"What's that?"
"Huh?" Schu glanced up. "Oh. Brad got a letter."
"Who's it from? Don't tell me you didn't open it!"
Brad sighed and opened the little white envelope, his eyes quickly scanning the contents.
"It's an invitation. For a toga party at the Koneko No Sumi Ie. We're not going."
Immediately five eyes and an eyepatch were turned on him. Three voices echoed in unison, "PLEEEEEEEEEASE?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeease?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
/This isn't working... Chibi, time to turn on the waterworks./
"Brad?"
"What now, Nagi?" He didn't look at the boy: he knew what was coming. Nagi's 'Bambi eyes' were hard to resist.
"Braddy?"
Catching the precog off guard by using a name Nagi hadn't called him in years, Brad looked up... ...to see a pair of large golden-brown eyes on the verge of tears.
"Please?" the telekinetic sniffled.
His resolve shattered.
"Oh, all right."
"YATTA!" Nagi squealed in delight.
/Weiß in togas... this is gonna be fun./
/Schu, get your mind out of the gutter./
/Only if you do, Chibi. Only if you do./
/Bite me!/
/Maybe later./
Farfarello paused in his self-mutilation to ask Brad something everyone else seemed to have forgotten for the moment.
"What do we do about togas?"
Again, the red-haired man popped in.
"I'M RIGHT HERE!"
Farfie's eye lit up. Pulling the knive from his mouth, he chased after Touga, grinning maniacally.
"YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI!"
Brad shook his head sadly.
"Schu, call his studio and find out what they want for compensation. After Farfie gets done with him, they're gonna need a replacement. Oh, and see if they want whatever's left of him. I don't want that thing all over my carpet."
"Hi. Um... I need to speak to someone about... er... compensation or reimbursement. Yes, I'll hold... Yes, um... I need to speak to someone about compensation. You see, Touga came by and there was an accident... yes... yes... very dead, Miss... yes... uh-huh... okay... What do you want us to do with the remains? But... but... but... *sigh* I'll let him know. You have a nice day, Miss Tenjou."
Schuldig hung up the phone with a sigh.
"Um... Brad... They don't want anything. Actually, Utena said we can keep him. "
"MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYY~!" Touga's shreik was cut short by Farfarello's bowie knife.
"FARFIE! DON'T GET THAT ON MY CARPETING! Okay, back to business... the togas. I guess we'll have to use bedsheets."
Nagi, who was slowly turning green from Farfarello's plaything, froze.
"B-bedsheets? We'll look retarded!" Already his mind was picturing as many embarassing situations as he could muster. "I get beat up enough at school! I don't need to get beat up at some party! I don't know if I want to go anymore."
"Why not? They'll be wearing bedsheets as well. I've already forseen it. FARFIE! TAKE THAT THING OUTSIDE! IT STINKS!"
Sighing, Nagi retreated to his room to see if he could find a sheet to use. As he started up the stairs, he gagged at the sight of Farf's new "toy" and instead, locked himself in the bathroom.
Brad sank down on the sofa, his mind racing, a cold, calculating smile on his face.
"Schu, clean Farfie's mess up."
//This is going to be an interesting night, to say the least...//
~
"Wheeeeeee!" the girl shreiked as she spun around, holding a stuffed rabbit in the air.
"This is so boring. I wonder what Yohji's doing..."
"Tot, be careful! You don't want Rabbi-chan to need stitches, do you?"
"What's this? ... Girls, how would you like to go to Weiß's toga party at the Koneko?"
"HAI!" Tot cried.
"Okay. Anything's better than this. And I might get to see Yohji..." Neu's voice drifted off.
"Weiß?" Schöen's hand came up to trace the scars on her cheek. "... Sure..."
Hell smiled as the group ran off to find sheets to use as togas. "Maybe they're not as bad as we thought..."
~