Title: Revelations of the Snuggle Kind
Rating: PG-13 for cussing *nervous laughter for the kiddies * and reference to hot monkey sex between bishies. (Speaking of hot monkey sex, read "Games of Submission" over in the FF9 section by my little buddy, Blond Koneko! A cookie for whoever can guess which Weiss personality THAT one has!)
Pairings: AyaxYohji, OmixCrawford, Kenx…. I dunno, hope he finds someone…
Warnings: Yeah, well, I'm too tired to write a warning so deal.
Disclaimer: If you're going to sue me, get something good like that time…uh, nevermind. Don't own Weiss, never have and never will. * sobs* So sad….
The story (and the people rejoice!)
REVELATIONS OF THE SNUGGLE KIND
(Dumbass title, eh?)
Chapter Two: In which Aya steals all the Fluffy Pillows (And we discover the teams horrible junk food habits)
"Alright, in an effort to be fair and maintain at least a semblance of team moral, we're going to pick straws for who gets the beds, "Omi declared, four straws left over from the speedy fast food lunch they'd just consumed clutched in his fist. He was doing decidedly better with strong stomach medication and two packs of hotel crackers and a kids meal in him and had decided to take the welfare of his teammates firmly back into his own hands.
Grumbling loudly through half a mouthful of Pocky, Yohji made to take a straw only to find a certain soccer players hand already there. The two professional grown adults growled menacingly at each other and attempted to fight it out only to be brought up short by a sharp smack upside the head to each. Aya looked coldly at the pair. "Pick. Another. Straw."
Both now glaring at the abusive redhead, the two chastised killers chose entirely different straws and…
"No! DAMMIT! I hate the god damned floor!"
"SCORE!"
* Soccer players have lots of victory dances for scoring goals. One of the most annoying involves pointing at the loser and laughing while jumping in circles. Just thought you might like to know…. *
With a slightly nervous look, Omi watched as Aya chose a straw…also long. Yohji's eyes bulged incredulously.
"You rigged it!"
"Yotan…" Omi warned before agilely jumping out of the way. Thanks to the golden goddess of luck, the two youngest members of Weiss found themselves scrambling all over the cheap room in an attempt to escape the oldest.
Aya took it with the same cold indifference he seemed to take everything not involving his sister or revenge. He walked over to the bed, took the fluffiest two pillows, both blankets and, setting them on the floor between the beds, sat his overnight bag on the stack pointedly. His rambunctious teammates stopped their scramble to stare at the red head who was now neatly folding a plain pair of blue cotton pajama pants and setting them in the top drawer of the ply board dresser. Realizing that they were an ugly orange sweater away from no drawer space on top of no blankets or pillows…
"I call the second drawer!"
"Ie! Yohji! You now I need the extra room for my extra pajamas!"
"So what am I supposed to do with all my clothes?"
"You call those midriff thingies clothes?"
"Stay out of this, Ken-ken!"
A low growl, "Shi-NE…"
"Uh, hmm, so how many hangers are in that closet anyway?"
TBC in Chapter Three: Rubber Duckies and Weather Channel Alerts
Author Notes (and apologies, heh): Alright, I know, they're very immature. But come on! They guys may be horrible terrible killers but half of them are still teenagers! And the rest are college age and should be excused their immaturity when out of town for a three-day mission. Next Chapter- PAIRINGS! YAOI YAOI YAOI!
Oh, Sorry, Pissy, for Aya bastardization but it's just for comedic effect and the next Chapter begins the snuggles. (