Author's Note: Woo! Two chapters up in about a week's time! Go us! ^^ Hmm... I'm gonna have to get NagiLite to add some comments of her own to her parts of the fic...

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz, King's Island, Apocalypse Now, Godzilla, or L'Arc en Ciel. But I'll letcha know if I suddenly come into possession of any of these things. ^_~

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Farfie put his hands on his hips, raised his head to the sky, and sniffed. "Ah, I love the smell of urine in children's pants in the morning... It smells like... God hurting..."

Nagi rolled his eyes and pulled on Farf's arm, dragging him off the trash can. "C'mon, Farf. You don't wanna get your thrills out here."

Meanwhile, at the ticket booth, Crawford and Schu were waiting in line. A long line. A very long line.

"Why does this always happen to me...?" Crawford put his hand to his head.

"Don't worry about it, mein liebe." Schuldich concentrated on the first few heads in front of them, who, he noticed, happened to be Japanese. He smirked, and thought one word that he knew they all would hear.

'Godzilla.'

And all this suceeded in doing...was getting them started on a long, chittering conversation about Godzilla.

Schuldich nearly fell over. He looked at Crawford with a dejected expression, and muttered, "Well...I tried..."

"Tried what?"

"Well, you know how in movies, if you want vast amounts of Japanese people to get out of your way, you shout "Godzilla!" and watch them scatter?"

"...oh." Crawford glanced at the people in front of them. "I see."

Crawford needed his blood pressure pills.

Crawford suddenly got a vision. Lots of birds...Farfarello chasing them...Nagi holding onto the back of Farf's vest... Crawford sighed. 'Why?' And he pushed Schuldich out of the way. "You might not want to stand there."

As predicted, Farfie came zooming through the line, Nagi attatched to his back. "PIDGEONS!!!"

Crawford REALLY needed his blood pressure pills.

After what seemed like ages, Crawford and Schuldich got thru the line, got their tickets, and Nagi managed to hold Farfie at bay by putting him in an invisible box. Go figure.

"OK, here's your tickets." Crawford handed the other three one ticket each. "Now, I'm going to grab our reservations at the resort. I'll be back in about a half hour or so. We meet then at the Eiffel Tower." He then glared at Schu and Nagi. "And keep Farfarello at bay until I return."

"Yes, sir," Schuldich responded, mockingly saluting Crawford. Crawford sighed and headed to the parking lot.

"So, we're on our own for a while?" Nagi asked to no one in particular. "What do we do first?"

"Head through the gates, I'd wager," Farf suggested. "I can only hope the harnesses come loose during a ride. Then people will die. God will hurt."

Schuldich and Nagi could only stare as Farfie began yet another "Have you hurt God today?" speech.

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"That'll be $7.50," a rather acne-infested teenager said in monotone.

"Jesus Christ, $7.50 for a parking ticket?!" Youji exclaimed.

"Well, it IS King's Island," Omi pointed out, vastly missing the CD player he had to leave in the resort room.

"Ken, give me $2.50," Aya said flatly.

"But why?"Ken whined.

"Because I only have a five, and I'm not breaking a twenty just for a parking ticket."

Ken grumbled and pulled the money out of his pocket. "OK. But you owe me back, plus interest."

Aya gave the kid the money, and got a parking ticket stub in return. The crappy excuse for a car sputtered through the parking lot and, eventually, found a parking spot. The four flowerboys climbed out and began walking towards the front gate.

Upon arrival at the ticket booth, the Weiß boys too had to stand in a rather long line. Although it wasn't as long as it had been minutes before.

Omi began looking around at the various people currently inhabiting the area before the front gates. In Japan, all these people would be gaijin, but here, they were the gaijin. Ah well. At least they knew how to speak proper English.

"...wai-ai-ai-ai I just wanna make love..." he began humming quietly as he skimmed the crowds. There was someone with a large, multicolored mohawk. Omi winced. Some people can pull it off, but this particular mohawk was in very bad taste. There was also someone with jet black hair...accompanying a smaller brunette and a slightly taller man with orange hair. Omi almost choked. His mouth opened and closed over and over again, but nothing came out. Finally, he tugged on the nearest sleeve to him, which just so happened to be Youji's.

"What is it now, bishounen?" Youji looked to where Omi was pointing.

At the exact time that Youji looked, another head of brown hair appeared next to the man with the orange hair, and Youji and Omi got a good look at all four men's faces.

Omi blinked. Youji blinked. Then, Youji poked behind him at Ken excitedly.

"Ow!" Ken snapped, rubbing where Youji had poked his arm. "Youji, cut it o--"

"It's L'Arc en Ciel!" Youji stated happily.

Ken blinked. "L'Arc en Ciel...? L'Arc en Ciel...?! UAHHH! Youji, do you know what the chances are of meeting them here?!?! We're so lucky!!!" And Youji and Ken bounded off like two schoolgirls to meet the J-Rock band, leaving Omi blinking, thinking for sure he'd seen Schwarz, and standing with Aya, who was oblivious to the current happenings.

"Why can't these people move any faster...?" Aya grumbled to himself.

"Um...Aya...?" Omi asked in a tiny voice.

"What?" Aya's head snapped around.

"Um...Youji and Ken just ran off to meet a J-Rock band..."

"...Youji's with him. Ken won't get into trouble. They'll be back in a few minutes."

Omi huffed. "They might get lost!"

"And I care why...?"

Omi sighed and sat on the curb of a flowerbed. Sometimes Aya was so hard to understand.

TBC