Welcome to the Sky Hotel, this is a place of much mayhem and fun times. I'm being joined in this writing venture by my dear friend Cheetacattheunsane, or Cheeta. There will be many different fandoms here, and THERE WILL BE SLASH, lots and lots of SLASH, if this offends you, go away. The next chapter will be a guest list of the hotel, the staff you'll just have to figure out on your own. Please enjoy your stay at the Sky Hotel, and be nice to the Staff, they are working very hard and there aren't that many of them…
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The receptionist of the Sky Hotel in Hawaii glanced down at the start of her shift to see how many people would be checking in and almost fainted. It seemed that the now-empty hotel would be completely full by this time tomorrow; everyone was coming in that day. Frantic and hoping it was a mistake she called her manager. Unfortunately he not only told her that this was true, he also informed her that she would be working alone to check everyone in because the two others had called off sick. Before she had any time to even sigh, the first group of the day came in. Luckily there were only two men in this group. A pair of doctors on vacation, it seemed. Well that's good; at least there'll be a doctor here when something happens. She thought to herself, watching the two older men approach the desk.
"Hi, my name is Jill, welcome to the Sky Hotel, do you have reservations?" She asked, pasting a smile on her face.
The taller man opened his mouth to responded, but the shorter one was quicker. "Yes, under the name Wilson?"
"Yes, you're right here." She checked them in and handed them their keys. "First floor as requested."
"Don't you have any bellboys or girls to help us with our luggage?" The taller one asked, glancing at the empty hotel.
"Not right now, sir, they appear to be running late. If you don't mind waiting a few-" Jill started, still smiling.
"Yes, I do mind waiting! I want to get my stuff into my room now. And I can't do it myself because I'm cripple." The man ranted angrily.
"House, she's can't make bellboys appear out of nowhere. It's fine, we got the luggage inside, I'm sure we can get it to the room." The nicer man, Wilson, scolded.
"We should've brought the ducklings, if only to carry our things." House muttered, picking up his bag and limping in the direction of the room.
"Sorry about him, he's just a little cranky after the plane ride." Wilson said, flashing a smile at Jill before following his friend.
Jill waited until they were gone before she dropped her smile. This was going to be a long day. I better get a raise for this. She thought mutinously to herself as she steeled herself for the next arrivals, hoping they wouldn't be as bad as the first pair. Glancing at the clock she almost cried. It was only eight in the morning.
As the door to the hotel opened, she looked up and smiled again, hoping the gentleman walking towards her was alone. "Hello, welcome to the Sky Hotel," she said cheerily, "how may I help you?"
"Yeah, uhh," the man paused and leaned against the counter, running a hand through his long red spiky hair, "you got any reservations for 'Mansex?'"
Jill blinked rapidly. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, sorry, my bad," the man said, waving his hand in the air. "Xemnas. X-E-M-N-A-S. Got it memorized?"
Jill went to the computer and typed in the letters as the man said them. "Xemnas, Xemnas," she murmured to herself. "Ah, yes, here they are." She took a moment to gape at the number of rooms that had been reserved. "Is seven rooms for thirteen correct, Mr.…?"
"It's Axel. And yeah, I guess so," Axel replied. "No idea how these room arrangements are gonna work," he added, rolling his eyes. "Are they ready or do we have to wait?"
"Just one moment please," Jill said, looking over the list of reserved rooms. She then looked up and behind the man, looking for the other twelve people who would fill the rooms. "Are your friends already here with you?"
Axel made a face and visibly twitched. "If you can call them that."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jill replied, glancing over her computer screen. "It seems that some of your rooms are not quite ready for you, yet. You're welcome to wait here in the lobby or visit some of the sights. The rooms should be ready in a couple of hours."
"Sitting around here for two hours?" Axel said. "I guess I'll have to go ask them."
As he said that, portals of darkness began appearing behind him. Jill gawked as a motley crew of individuals appeared in front of each portal, most dressed in appropriate beach-going attire. There was one young man in particular who was dressed head to toe in black and looked far too unenthusiastic for being in one of the most beautiful places in the world. Another tall man with long silver hair stepped forward, giving the woman a grave look. "What seems to be the delay?" he asked Axel.
"She says they're not ready for us, oh high illustrious leader, Man—err, Xemnas," Axel replied.
"Is that so?" Xemnas replied smoothly and slowly. There was also a collective groan from the group behind them – whether it was out of impatience with the hotel or the way Xemnas spoke, Jill couldn't tell. "Perhaps we should make ourselves comfortable while we wait for the rooms to become available?"
A few of the individuals seemed fine with this and immediately appropriated the lobby's couches. One young man with what seemed to be a guitar case slung over his shoulder pouted. "Aww, man, I wanna hit the beach!"
"So, what's stopping you?" the unenthusiastic looking one replied.
"I wonder if they have any sea-salt ice cream?" another boy with blonde hair and deep blue eyes pondered.
"We'll keep our eyes out for some," Axel said from the desk. He turned back to Jill. "We'll check back with you in a little while. I'd recommend you get those rooms fixed up quickly. You see that guy over there?" He nodded in the direction of a tall man with blue hair and a cross-like scar on his face. "He tends to get violent when he gets bored. Just thought you should know."
"I see," Jill said, suddenly feeling ill. "If there's anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thanks," Axel said, giving her a wave over his shoulder as he went to join the rest of the group.
Xemnas gave Jill another long, serious stare before slowly turning and sauntering away.
No sooner had the strange, large, group settled down then the doors banged open once more. Jill was relieved to see the three boys who came barreling in, though she didn't show it as she glared at them. "You're late!"
"Sorry Jill!" They all chorused. The black one in the group subtly pointing at the white boy ahead of him. "It won't happen again!"
"My car broke down," Troy said by way of explanation as he hurried behind the counter with Jesse and Chaz before hurrying back out.
Jill sighed in relief, the bell boys had finally shown up, she was no longer alone. The relief didn't last long as the doors once more banged open and five boys entered the hotel. One with long brown hair in a braid down his back and purple eyes approached the counter with a smile and a wink.
"Hey there, you got reservations under the name of Winner?" he asked, before she could say anything.
"Let me check if you rooms are ready, sir." Jill said, recognizing the name of the powerful corporation.
"Oh, not me, I'm Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie. Quatre over there is the Winner." Duo said, pointing at a small blonde young man with kind blue eyes who stood close to another youth with empty green eyes and a long bang over one of them.
"Here you are, you're on the first floor, three rooms for the five of you." Jill said, handing over the keys. "Have a good stay, and if you need anything just call me."
Duo winked again before turning around. Seeing that two of the boys, the brown haired blue-eyed one, and the Asian one who looked Chinese were studying the large group in the lobby he grinned.
"Hey! Hee-chan, Wu-man, our rooms are ready. Stop trying to intimidate the other guests! This is vacation! You do know what that word means, right?"
Quatre turned to the exuberant boy. "Stop taunting Heero and Wufei, Duo. Which room is for Trowa and me?"
Duo bounced over with a grin. "Here you go, lover boys, your room key." He handed them their key before going over and throwing an arm around Heero's shoulders. "Come on, babe, I got our key, lets go." He tossed the final key at Wufei. "Here Wuffers, enjoy your single!"
"Maxwell, run." Wufei said, pulling out a katana from no where.
With a small 'eep' the two ran down the hallway. Heero sighed and followed at a more sedate pace. Jill stared after them wide-eyed. I'm going to die. She thought to herself worriedly, she tried to fix the smile back on her face, but it was noticeably more forced then it had been previously. We're all going to die.
As the front door opened once more, a group of four men waltzed in: a smart-looking business man with blue eyes that gazed out from behind thin-framed glasses; an apparent doctor or scientist in a white lab coat, with blonde hair that hung past his shoulders; he was holding a leash attached to a third man in a long black trench coat, who was busy looking around at everything; and finally a teenager in a jean jacket and orange sweater who looked both exhausted and irritated. They didn't seem dressed for a Hawaiian vacation, but Jill reasoned that perhaps they were just in from the airport and hadn't thought to get changed.
"Tatsumi," the businessman said after Jill went through her usual introduction. "One room for four."
"Tatsumi-san," the man in the trench coat whined behind him, "you're so cheap!" He then tried to pull away to go and check out the restaurant's menu.
"Tsuzuki!" the teenager hissed. "Do not embarrass me! It's bad enough Watari made good on his threat to put you on a leash!"
"It's for his own safety, really!" the man holding the leash added cheerfully. "I'll let him off of it once we get settled in."
"Hisoka," Tsuzuki was still whining, "I'm starving!"
"You already had breakfast!" Hisoka exclaimed.
"That was hours ago!"
"Enough," Tatsumi said before turning back to Jill. "My apologies."
Jill shook her head and handed him the key. "It's no trouble at all. Will you need any help with your luggage?"
Tatsumi glanced over at the bellboys who appeared to be in the middle of a literal song-and-dance routine. "No," he replied stoically, "I believe we can handle it on our own. Tsuzuki, the luggage." He could feel the man pouting behind him. "After we are settled in, we'll see about a Hawaiian-style breakfast, so long as it's within our budget."
"If you're looking for places to eat," Jill said, sliding a pamphlet across the counter, "these restaurants are within walking distance of the hotel."
Tsuzuki attempted to lean over the counter to hug Jill. "Thank you very much!"
Watari pulled him back by the leash. "Now, now, she's just doing her job, Tsuzuki."
Hisoka sighed and led the way to the elevator, Tatsumi following behind him.
Jill watched them leave, looking rather perplexed. With a sigh, she straightened the things on her desk and decided to check on the rooms for the group of thirteen. It seemed that Axel and his friends – the one with the guitar case, the unenthusiastic one, and the blue-eyed boy who had expressed interest in ice cream – had already left. The rest appeared to be comfortable sitting in the air conditioned lobby and chatting amongst themselves while playing a game of cards. The only woman in the group was reading a book, but all that Jill could make out of it was "Marquis de Sade." After a couple of calls to the cleaning crew, Jill discovered that the rooms still weren't ready. Rather than face the unchanging gaze of Xemnas again, she decided to keep that bit of information to herself and waited for the next guests to arrive.
She was startled when, after getting the computer ready, she looked back up to see a group of five people standing in front of her. Behind them she could see another large group coming in behind them. She pasted a smile on her face and greeted the five in front of her with her spiel.
"It should be under the name, Macleod." The one closest to her said with a thick Scottish accent. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail which the only woman in the group was playing with casually looking around the hotel. Behind them were two more men conversing in low tones, the taller one had black hair shielding his eyes while the shorter one had a heart-breaker's face. The final man sat in a wheelchair watching them all with amusement clear in his eyes.
"Yes, here it is, two rooms are on the first floor, but one is upstairs, is that alright?" Jill asked out of politeness. She didn't know what she would do if that wasn't suitable for them, they were completely packed.
"It's fine, Mac, the kid and I will take the room upstairs." The black-haired blue eyed man called from the back, flashing a smile at Jill.
"Alright," she finished checking them in. "Here's your room keys. If you need help with your luggage the bellboys are over there, have a nice stay."
The men all thanked her and grabbed their luggage and left. Jill turned and smiled at the group of ten that now approached her desk. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Yes, we do, it should be under the name Hime, H-I-M-E." The tall blonde boy said, smirking down at a smaller blonde girl with her hair in an odd style. The shorter girl pouted up the taller one.
"Haruka-chan, be nice" a tall woman with dark hair, it looked almost green, and red eyes.
"Yes, here you are, four rooms?" Jill asked.
"Yes, thank you very much," the shorter blue-haired girl said, taking the keys. "Usagi, you're sharing with Mamaru-kun, Room 221, Rei, Minako and I are right next to you in 223, Setsuna, you, Makoto and Hotaru are in Room 222 across the hall, and Michiru and Haruka are next to you in 220."
"Thank you Ami-chan." The short violet-haired girl identified as Hotaru said, before smiling at Jill. "Thank you for the rooms."
With that the group grabbed their luggage and headed to the elevators. Sighing she shook her head at the fact that two of their group had blue hair, one had violet hair and one had green. The hotel had some strange people coming through it today. Though the more normal looking ones didn't seem to have the best personalities. Speaking of them, Drs. House and Wilson walked by on their way out and House had noticed the bellboys lounging by the front door.
"Oh sure, now the bellboys are here. They couldn't be here when we needed them, but now that we're all settled they show up." He turned to Jill, blue eyes glinting. "Great service lady! Keep up the good work!"
"House, you're making a scene." Wilson said, pushing his friend slightly.
"Jimmy, we're on vacation, call me Greg." House replied, letting himself be shuffled out the door. "I'm not going to forget this!"
The group waiting for their rooms heard the altercation, and one of them stood up. He had short white blonde hair and a row of earrings in his left ear and piercing blue eyes. "So, are our rooms ready yet? We've been waiting for almost an hour."
"I'll check, sir, I'm not sure." Jill said, picking up the phone once more to call the rooms and almost cheered when she heard that they were ready. "Yes, they are. Would you like me to hold the key for the last of your members?"
"That would be good; they're sharing a room anyway." The man said, before turning around, room keys in hand, "The rooms are ready!"
"It's about time!" the woman said, slipping her book back into her bag. "Thanks, Luxord," she said as she grabbed one of the keys from the blonde haired man.
"Don't mention it," he said. He passed the keys around to the other group members. "Don't forget, the room arrangements have already been decided as of the last game. Xigbar's with me, Vexen and Marluxia in this room, Saix and Xemnas in that room, the kids in this other room, and Xaldin, Lexaeus and Larxene have their own rooms. Aside from being stuck on the same floor and being in the same general vicinity, I don't want to see or hear anything out of you for the remainder of this vacation." With that, he turned and headed for the elevator, the last room key in his hand.
"Indeed," Xemnas said in his usual manner. By the time he finished speaking the word; the others had already split up and were dragging their luggage away.
Jill tried to pipe up as they wandered away, but the group didn't pay any attention to her. "If there's any problem with your rooms, don't hesitate to—oh, forget it." Instead, she turned to welcome and check the reservations of the young couple that had just entered the hotel. "Do you have ID, Mr. Hiwatari?"
Mr. Hiwatari sighed and pulled an ID card out of his back pocket. "Yes, I'm 18," he grumbled. "If there's any problem, I'll get in touch with my father."
"No, it's fine, just standard procedure," Jill said, handing him back the card.
"Kai! They have swordfish!" Mr. Hiwatari's partner said excitedly as he looked over the menu.
Kai managed a slight smile. "Of course they do, Rei. I'm sure they have a lot of seafood."
Rei bounced back to the counter, a long ponytail wrapped in white cloth trailing out behind him. "This is awesome!" he said. "Tyson and the others are gonna be so jealous!"
"They aren't going to find out."
"Why? Are you still shy?" Rei pressed close.
"No!" Kai sputtered, moving away from Rei to take his own bag. "I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't tell them."
"Uh-huh, sure, like I'm not going to brag to my friends about going to Hawaii with my boyfriend," Rei said. He bounded past Kai and pressed the button for the elevator.
"There are a couple of nice gay bars down the street, if you're interested," Jill said, trying to be helpful.
Kai looked aghast for a moment before he growled, "No, thank you." With that, he followed Rei into the elevator.
Must be a closet case, Jill thought to herself as she turned towards the door, and blinked at the large group that had just entered. Unlike those boys. Sixteen boys had entered the lobby. Only four of the boys approached the counter. The reason for her thoughts on them not being closet cases was that two of them, one silver haired one, and one purple haired boy with glasses had collapsed in a chair and had started making out. With another pair a smaller, green haired boy jumped the taller brunette, pushing him into a chair with their lips attached, and a third pair were pressed up against a pillar like they were trying to become one person. Redirecting her attention to the four in front of her she smiled again.
"The reservation is under the name Atobe, A-T-O-B-E." The boy who spoke had a superior smirk and his arm wrapped possessively around the small, sleepy, blonde at his side.
"Can I see some ID? You boys don't look old enough to be 18." Jill asked, looking up the reservation.
With a haughty sniff he pulled out both a credit card and an ID. "Here is my identification. Be awed by my good looks."
The tallest boy glanced down at Atobe from under his hat. "Stop bragging, it's annoying, Rich Boy."
The boy next to him smiled up at him and placed a kiss on his nose. "Be nice Genichirou, Keigo can't help the way he is." He reached into his wallet and pulled out an ID as well. "Our reservations are under the name Yukimura, Y-U-K-I-M-U-R-A."
Jill smiled at the boys; Genichirou had turned a dark shade of red after Yukimura's reprimand and kiss, while Keigo's smirk had grown. She turned to the task of checking all of them in.
The blonde leaned around Keigo to look up at Genichirou in a conspiring manner. "It's a captain thing. They all have to agree with each other, don't take it personally Sanada-san, Seiichi is just being a captain."
"Thank you, Jiroh-kun, I couldn't have said it better myself." Seiichi grinned at the small curly haired boy. "Genichirou, would you go pull apart our Doubles 1 players, and pry the baby off of Renji? I have our room keys."
"Yes, Seiichi-san." He grumbled before walking over to the kissing couples. He grabbed the back of the green-haired boy's jacket and forcefully pulled him off the other boy before repeating the act on the boys in the chair. "It's time to go up to our rooms."
"Thank you, Miss Jill. And I apologize for my teammates inappropriate actions; they were forced to sit on opposite sides for the plane ride." Seiichi said with a smile before herding his team towards the elevators.
Keigo took his teams keys and walked over to the bellboys. "Take our luggage up to the 4th floor, these are our room numbers." He ordered, showing them the room numbers before turning and ordering his team up the stairs. "This may be vacation but you will not get out of shape, no elevators, everyone must use the stairs!" There was a collective groan as the eight boys followed his orders, leaving the bellboys looking despairingly at the amount of luggage eight boys had brought with them.
Jill hid a smile as she glanced once more at the clock. Finally! It was lunch time. Since there didn't seem to be any guests immediately arriving, she ducked into the staff room to grab her lunch and bring it to the front desk. She had only taken a couple of bites when the next guests pushed through the door and into the lobby. She did her best to hide her disappointment as she pushed her lunch aside, checked her teeth for any stuck food, and smiled as a tall red headed man approached the desk. "May I help you?" she asked. She noticed that they were another group of four men.
"Do you have a reservation for Aya Fujimiya?" the redhead asked, spelling the name out for her.
We've had an awful lot of visitors from Japan today; Jill thought to herself as she checked the computer. "Yes, here it is. One room for four occupants?"
A tall blonde behind Aya grumbled. "One room for the four of us? 'Tch. How am I supposed to entertain all the lovely Hawaiian beauties?"
"Yohji," a brunette beside him said, "if you care so much, pay for your own room."
"You know he can't, Ken-kun," a short blonde boy added, "it'll cut into his drink money."
"All else fails, I'll just borrow money from you, Omi," Yohji replied, ruffling the short blonde's hair.
Aya ignored the banter around him, replying to Jill, "Yes, that's correct. Non-smoking, please."
Jill heard Yohji mutter something dire and nasty under his breath as she handed Aya the room key. Aya turned and walked away without another word, leaving Yohji, Ken, and Omi with the bags. Jill tried not to sigh as yet another group entered the lobby, but noticed that the three still at the counter had paused to stare.
"Fancy meeting you here, Weiss," a man in a green jacket with long orange-red hair held back with a yellow bandanna sneered. He had a thick accent that Jill couldn't place.
"Schwarz!" Yohji hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"America is a free country," a man in a white business suit and dark glasses replied, "We have every right to vacation where we wish."
"'Tch!" Yohji clicked, turning on his heel and heading after Aya.
"You'd better not ruin our vacation!" Ken growled at them. "Leave us alone!"
"With pleasure!" the green jacketed man replied, giving Ken a rude gesture.
Omi pushed Ken in the direction Yohji and Aya had left in, not saying a word. Jill noticed that the fourth member of the latest group had also kept quiet during the exchange. He had a small build and dark brown hair, and dressed in a blue and white uniform.
It was the businessman that approached the desk to check on their reservation. "Crawford," he said.
"Ah, yes, you reserved the presidential suite," Jill said. "Let me call the bellboys to take care of your luggage."
"Thank you," Crawford replied, taking the key. "Schuldig, please get Farfarello down off the counter."
Jill stared at the pale haired, scarred man who was crouched on the far end of the counter. He appeared to have taken an interest in her lunch, but his appearance and fierce expression kept her from saying or doing anything against him.
Schuldig, the man with the orange hair, sighed as he attempted to pull Farfarello down. "Come on, you big lug," he said. "Geddown!"
Farfarello simply hissed at him.
Crawford's eyes narrowed, but he otherwise gave no outward sign of annoyance. "Nagi," he said, "help Schuldig."
The quiet boy nodded once, and Farfarello was suddenly on the floor beside Schuldig, looking slightly dazed.
"You didn't see anything," Schuldig said to Jill as he ushered Farfarello after Crawford.
Jill shook her head and raised her hands in the air. "Nothing at all. The boys are on their way down."
"Crawford," Nagi murmured, "are you sure the bellboys are necessary?"
"They need to fulfill their song and dance quota for the day," Crawford replied as he stepped into the elevator. "I have seen it."
But he hasn't had to listen to it, Jill thought to herself. She salvaged the rest of her lunch and nibbled at it during the brief reprieve between check-ins. After she was halfway through, another large group of guests made their way through the lobby to her desk. "Welcome to Sky Hotel," she said with a smile, "do you already have reservations?"
The man standing before her appeared young but had long silver hair tied back in a braid, and was dressed in a most flamboyant looking outfit of purple leopard print. "Why, yes, my dear lady," he replied with a great sweeping motion of his arms. "I believe our reservation is under the name of Sohma. Could you check, please?"
"Ayame-niisan," a young boy – who also had silver hair – said behind him, "please try not to make a scene."
"Too late," another boy with orange hair replied with a grumble.
A young girl with brown hair in two braids appeared to be doing roll call for their group, counting off the names on her fingers. "Ayame-san, Yuki-kun, Kyo-kun, Shigure-san, Hatori-san, Momiji-kun, Kagura-chan, Hatsuharu-san, and I… That makes nine!"
"Very good, Tohru-kun," a man with black hair said. "Thank you for making sure we are all here."
"Three rooms?" Jill asked Ayame.
"Yes, that is correct," Ayame replied with a glittering smile. "I only regret that I will be unable to share a hotel room with my wonderful little brother, but we will have the rest of our vacation to bond."
"Well, you've certainly come to the right place!" Jill said. She handed over the keys. "Please enjoy your stay and let me know if there's anything you need."
"Thank you very much!" the girl, Tohru, chirped from behind Ayame.
With that, the group made their way to elevator, carrying their own bags, though Tohru and a small blonde haired boy stopped to watch and listen to the bellboys, enthralled with their routine. Jill finally finished her lunch in peace.