Disclamier: I dont own -man... *sigh* but soon... as soon as my stash of money gets to be enough
First Few Hours
"Well night… Chaoji?" Lenalee asked worriedly.
She glanced around, but Chaoji was no where in sight. I mean you would know if Chaoji was anywhere in a 10 mile radius. His size, and the thundering of his steps, would make it easy. So, yea. Lenalee was worried.
She walked out the door of the room, planning on going looking for him since there had been a lot of stairs and he might need help, when something grabbed her ankle. She screeched and jumped almost 10 feet in the air, or… well she should would have if whatever had grabbed her didn't weigh hundreds of pounds, better than any anchor yet to be invented..
"Lenalee…" the thing moaned.
Lenalee screeched again, thinking that maybe ugly flesh eating monsters were real, until she noticed that it was Chaoji. A common mistake that happened quite often.
"Chaoji," Lenalee sighed in relief, "Are you, um, okay?"
"Neeeeeed… fooooooooooood." He moaned pitifully.
"Um Chaoji, well, it's really late… and you already had some chicken before we left the Game Show studio." Lenalee said hesitantly.
"Yeeeessss, but it's time for my miiiiidnight snack," he whined, "I'll diiiiiie without it!"
"Well…" Lenalee offered, "Before we can do anything or, well, eat anything…" she trailed off then cleared her throat and started again, "You first have to get to your room. Your only a few feet away."
"Yes, but that's soooooo much…" he whined but then a determined glint came to his eyes, "No. For the food I will do it!"
He tried to stand up but it didn't really work, fat is hard to lift once it's down. After 30 minutes (a new record!) of strenuous effort, Chaoji was standing. He then started to walk, Lenalee all but diving out of the way to avoid his lumbering steps. He made it half way across his room before his legs buckled, which, considering it is a miracle that his legs could even lift him, was an enormous feat.
"No!" Chaoji cried, reaching out his fat hands to his stash of food only a few feet away under his bed, "So close! My lovely food! Why?"
"Um, Chaoji, are you all right?" Lenalee asked, crouching down to see what she could do to help like she usually does, but, like usual, failing epically. I mean what can you do to help a tub of lard that is collapsed on the floor? Lift it? Yea, right.
"Fooooooooooood," Chaoji moaned a crazy glint in his eyes, "Must… Eat."
"Chaoji?" Lenalee asked nervously, not sure what to do.
"Food… food…" Chaoji looked over at Lenalee, "Food… Food…" his mouth started drooling.
Chaoji?" Lenalee asked, disturbed by the drool leaking out of his mouth.
Chaoji smiled, and started to giggle. Lenalee leaned back, scared out of her mind now. I mean Chaoji smiling and giggling in itself is a horrible sight, but with drool coming out of his mouth it was plain bloodcurdling.
"Chaoji!" Lenalee screamed as he jumped towards her with his mouth open and ready to bite, "Chaoji!"
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In Allen's Room
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Tyki was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He was trying to read but Allen's stomach kept grumbling and there was this odd thumping sound that was slightly disturbing. He glanced up for the umpteenth time as Allen rolled over in his bed.
"He's so… cute? Is that the word?" Tyki thought but then shook his head roughly, "Wow, I'm acting too much like Cyril… I better stop hanging around with him so much…"
Tyki jumped as a scream that sounded like a wounded banshee, or a chicken being throttled, which was actually a very common sound for him, vibrated throughout the room.
"Lenalee…" Allen mumbled as he turned over in his sleep, curling into a little ball.
"Too cute!" Tyki couldn't help but think as he started to read again, ignoring the chicken/banshee sound, "But I wish it was my name he had mumbled…"
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Back To Chaoji's Room
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Chaoji laid down on the ground satisfied, licking his lips. Lenalee had tasted good, like cow. Then a shadow cast itself over Chaoji's enormous body, the shadow seeming twice his size. Chaoji was shocked into silence, a certain awe overcoming his fat features, for he had never seen something bigger than himself before.
Then a high pitch whirling started along with Chaoji's equally high pitch screams. Let's just say Komui did unspeakable things to him and Chaoji was never seen again. (A/N: I wish…) I'll let you use your imagination.
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Kanda's Room
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Kanda was ready to kill him. That Baka Usagi wouldn't shut up!
"Panda…" Lavi moaned from the other bed, "Hiban… Take that… Panda!"
Kanda gritted his teeth, how was he supposed to sleep with that thing in his room? He got up out of his bed and stood over the Baka Usagi, debating over whether to just kill him now… or wait till later.
"Strike!" Lavi shouted as he pumped his fist in the air, hitting Kanda and knocking him out. Lavi rolled over and chuckled in his sleep, "Lenalee…Fatso… Drill… Komui… Komui!"
Lavi jumped awake, his survival instincts kicking in just thinking about that man. He stood on top of his bed, hammer in hand, and looked around, confused. "It was a dream?" he mumbled.
Then he saw Kanda laying on the ground next to his bed. He jumped down off the bed and kneeled down next to the sleeping samurai. "Hey," Lavi sang as he poked Kanda, "Hey. Hey. Hey. YU ~CHAN!"
Lavi frowned when Kanda didn't even twitch. It was no fun bothering someone who wouldn't respond, so he decided to just go back to sleep and ask him in the morning.
I just had to put this chapter up early (well earlier then I intended) xD I wrote it in a different format because the play type format wouldn't work well... I'll be using that again though whenever we go back to the Game Show Studio.
Again, plz review. I rlly like to know what you think, be it good or bad =)
