Author's Note: Hey, minna! Yet another installment of Road Trip! ^^ It's been a few weeks, I know, but NagiLite had a little trouble getting this to me due to problems with her e-mail address. But anyway... On with the next chapter! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz, or King's Island.
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The rest room break was much quicker than Aya, Youji, or Omi had expected it would be. Ken plopped back into his seat, saw Youji holding his beloved Imadoki, and made a wild grab for it.
"Mine!"
"Uh uh uh, Kenken," Youji tsked, holding the book just out of Ken's reach as Aya revved the engine, grumbling. "I want to finish reading these MOST interesting comments the previous owners so charmingly left in between panels..."
"Ugg!" Omi glared at Ken, who had fallen over into his lap in an attempt to recover his manga. "Ken, stay on YOUR side, will you?"
"Give--it--back!"
Youji read on, ignoring his teammate.
"Ken, stop crowding meeee!"
"Yotan, it's not yours--"
"Aya, tell Ken to give me my personal space," Omi said in exasperation, his headphones held in an impatient hand that was ready to thwap Ken.
"Ken, give Omi his personal space."
"But YOUJI--"
"NOW, Ken."
"Fine." Ken returned to his corner and sulked, "accidentally" kicking the back of Aya's chair as he rearranged his limbs.
For all of five minutes, the ride was uneventful. Then--
"Argh!"
"Aya, what's going--"
"HEY, MY HEADPHONES--"
"Watch out for that truck--!"
Their fabulously unappealing rental car swerved wildly until Aya finally pulled it into a precarious park on the shoulder of the road. His breath was uneven as he watched the eighteen-wheeler speed past them. He turned to glare at Ken. "Whatever just happened was your fault."
"Wha--why?!"
"You were THERE."
Aya wrenched himself from the car--well, he tried, but he forgot to unbuckle his seatbelt. After that little action was taken care of, he wrenched himself from the car. He inspected the exterior, while inside the other three Weiß stared at each other in alarm.
There was a tiny scratch beneath the doorlatch, and...
And a flat tire.
He resisted the urge to kill someone. He really didn't need this kind of stress. Well. It seemed they had a problem. He leaned down so he could inspect the front left tire, the flat one. Then he gave Youji a significant look. "Problem."
"With WHAT? What the hell's going on?"
"It seems we may be delayed concerning our arrival at King's Island."
"Wonderful," Ken quipped darkly.
Omi was rocking back and forth happily, headphones safely covering his ears.
"Shut up, Ken, this was YOUR FAULT." Youji glared at the brown-haired man, who gaped in disbelief.
"But what did I do?!"
"You were THERE," Youji answered, apparently agreeing wholeheartedly with Aya's earlier assessment of Ken's responsibility.
Ken returned to his pouting, but as soon as Youji's back was turned, he stole his manga back from where it was laying oh-so-innocently in the front passenger seat.
"What're we going to do?" Youji asked quietly.
Aya frowned. "Drastic measures must be taken. Youji...give me the Cell Phone."
"You mean the Dangerous and Highly Unstable Cell Phone That's Scientifically Proven to Alter Human Cells? THAT Cell Phone?"
"Er, yeah, that would be the one..."
So via the Cell Phone, Aya called in back-up crews...eh, a repair shop, whereupon he begged for an employee to PLEASE come and change a flat tire for them...when asked if they had a spare, Aya answered that no, they did not. When asked why not, he growled and admitted that the car was a rental of unusually cheap proportions. This seemed to be enough for the repair people. They were on their way.
It was funny, Aya reflected, sitting on the hard ground and watching traffic whiz by, how a person who was "on his way" could take so long to arrive at his intended destination...
I shall spare readers the grueling details of the repair work--let it suffice to say that Aya paid a lot of money for something that looked very simple to do. This put him in an ill mood, and when they were finally on the road again, and Ken asked if they could stop for another potty-break, his face turned as red as his hair--a remarkable feat, really.
Youji grinned and pointed at a destination on the far-off horizon. "Isn't that the place? King's Island?"
"Wai-ai-ai-ai, I just wanna--" Was Omi's answer.
"Hey, it is!" Ken whooped gleefully, much to Aya's annoyance. Oh, someone up There really hated him...he had a queasy feeling in his stomach. Was that short tryst with the Cell Phone already affecting him?
"Rollercoasters! Cotton-candy! Expensive game booths! Capatilism at its worst! What could possibly be better?" Ken crooned. Youji rolled his eyes and stared longingly into the distance. Beautiful women. Beautiful, barely-clothed women. Beautiful, barely-clothed, desperate-to-be-deflowered women. What could be better?
Aya was still worrying over the Cell Phone.
But they had arrived in the vicinity, at least, of King's Island. Yipee.
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz, or King's Island.
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The rest room break was much quicker than Aya, Youji, or Omi had expected it would be. Ken plopped back into his seat, saw Youji holding his beloved Imadoki, and made a wild grab for it.
"Mine!"
"Uh uh uh, Kenken," Youji tsked, holding the book just out of Ken's reach as Aya revved the engine, grumbling. "I want to finish reading these MOST interesting comments the previous owners so charmingly left in between panels..."
"Ugg!" Omi glared at Ken, who had fallen over into his lap in an attempt to recover his manga. "Ken, stay on YOUR side, will you?"
"Give--it--back!"
Youji read on, ignoring his teammate.
"Ken, stop crowding meeee!"
"Yotan, it's not yours--"
"Aya, tell Ken to give me my personal space," Omi said in exasperation, his headphones held in an impatient hand that was ready to thwap Ken.
"Ken, give Omi his personal space."
"But YOUJI--"
"NOW, Ken."
"Fine." Ken returned to his corner and sulked, "accidentally" kicking the back of Aya's chair as he rearranged his limbs.
For all of five minutes, the ride was uneventful. Then--
"Argh!"
"Aya, what's going--"
"HEY, MY HEADPHONES--"
"Watch out for that truck--!"
Their fabulously unappealing rental car swerved wildly until Aya finally pulled it into a precarious park on the shoulder of the road. His breath was uneven as he watched the eighteen-wheeler speed past them. He turned to glare at Ken. "Whatever just happened was your fault."
"Wha--why?!"
"You were THERE."
Aya wrenched himself from the car--well, he tried, but he forgot to unbuckle his seatbelt. After that little action was taken care of, he wrenched himself from the car. He inspected the exterior, while inside the other three Weiß stared at each other in alarm.
There was a tiny scratch beneath the doorlatch, and...
And a flat tire.
He resisted the urge to kill someone. He really didn't need this kind of stress. Well. It seemed they had a problem. He leaned down so he could inspect the front left tire, the flat one. Then he gave Youji a significant look. "Problem."
"With WHAT? What the hell's going on?"
"It seems we may be delayed concerning our arrival at King's Island."
"Wonderful," Ken quipped darkly.
Omi was rocking back and forth happily, headphones safely covering his ears.
"Shut up, Ken, this was YOUR FAULT." Youji glared at the brown-haired man, who gaped in disbelief.
"But what did I do?!"
"You were THERE," Youji answered, apparently agreeing wholeheartedly with Aya's earlier assessment of Ken's responsibility.
Ken returned to his pouting, but as soon as Youji's back was turned, he stole his manga back from where it was laying oh-so-innocently in the front passenger seat.
"What're we going to do?" Youji asked quietly.
Aya frowned. "Drastic measures must be taken. Youji...give me the Cell Phone."
"You mean the Dangerous and Highly Unstable Cell Phone That's Scientifically Proven to Alter Human Cells? THAT Cell Phone?"
"Er, yeah, that would be the one..."
So via the Cell Phone, Aya called in back-up crews...eh, a repair shop, whereupon he begged for an employee to PLEASE come and change a flat tire for them...when asked if they had a spare, Aya answered that no, they did not. When asked why not, he growled and admitted that the car was a rental of unusually cheap proportions. This seemed to be enough for the repair people. They were on their way.
It was funny, Aya reflected, sitting on the hard ground and watching traffic whiz by, how a person who was "on his way" could take so long to arrive at his intended destination...
I shall spare readers the grueling details of the repair work--let it suffice to say that Aya paid a lot of money for something that looked very simple to do. This put him in an ill mood, and when they were finally on the road again, and Ken asked if they could stop for another potty-break, his face turned as red as his hair--a remarkable feat, really.
Youji grinned and pointed at a destination on the far-off horizon. "Isn't that the place? King's Island?"
"Wai-ai-ai-ai, I just wanna--" Was Omi's answer.
"Hey, it is!" Ken whooped gleefully, much to Aya's annoyance. Oh, someone up There really hated him...he had a queasy feeling in his stomach. Was that short tryst with the Cell Phone already affecting him?
"Rollercoasters! Cotton-candy! Expensive game booths! Capatilism at its worst! What could possibly be better?" Ken crooned. Youji rolled his eyes and stared longingly into the distance. Beautiful women. Beautiful, barely-clothed women. Beautiful, barely-clothed, desperate-to-be-deflowered women. What could be better?
Aya was still worrying over the Cell Phone.
But they had arrived in the vicinity, at least, of King's Island. Yipee.
TBC