Author's Notes (Ionia Metallium-Greywers): Hey minna! Yet another installment of Road Trip! Yay! ^^ *breaks out the party hats* Somehow, I think this is going to be a very long fic, so please be patient with us! *bows politely* Tanoshimu kudasai!
Author's Notes (NagiLite): *bangs head on desk* Sleeeeeeep...I need fifteen hours of sleep a day...BUT! I have sacrificed sleep to the great gods (er, otherwise known as Weiß and Schwarz) in order to write this
chapter...All hail the great gods! *falls over*
Disclaimer: NagiLite owns the cutest Nagi plushie ever known to man. I own the first 3 DVDs. However, neither of us own Weiß, or Schwarz or, sadly, King's Island. No fun for us. :(
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"I wanna go on a thrilling, chilling, scary as hell roller coaster," stated Farfarello matter-of-factly.
Nagi rolled his eyes and tried, in vain, to wring out his shirt. It was soaked, like his hair, like his
pants, and, most unfortunately, like his shoes. With every step he took, his sneakers made a sickening
'plop plop' sound.
"The guy likes pain? I'll give him pain..." Schuldich was muttering under his breath. He was, of course,
not allowed to actually kill Farfie...
**Flashback**
Crawford, a million feet tall, glared at Schuldich, who was the wrongfully accused victim of a gory crime
involving a spatula, a blender, and Crawford's (previously) ultra-clean kitchen.
"If you ever try to kill Farfarello again, I will personally remove your testicles and force them down
your throat. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Schuldich, too frustrated and intimidated by the Alpha male of Schwarz, failed to point out that he wouldn't
have come to the point of nearly killing Farfarello if said psychopath had only left Schu's brand new
trench-coat out of the whole spatula-blender-kitchen business. Instead, by way of an answer, he nodded and sulked his way to his bedroom.
**End Flashback**
...Despite not being allowed to kill Farfie, Schuldich planned to somehow exact his revenge upon his
oblivious teammate.
Nagi, who was less homicidal and knew Farfie was only being himself, said quite reasonably, "Honestly, did you have to drag us on a water ride so soon in the day? We don't even have a change of clothes..."
"Ooooh, that's the Eiffel Tower?" said Farfie, pointing what was, indeed, the Eiffel Tower.
"Yes," said Nagi.
"Damned crazy anti-Christ," muttered Schuldich, following after them.
Crawford, standing with his back to them, didn't see his lover or the two youngest Schwarz members
approaching, and it wasn't until Schuldich tapped a finger on his back and got his suit wet that Crawford
noticed them. Then he frowned and asked what had happened.
"Some BASTARD--" Schu ground out, staring pointedly at Farfie, who was making ugly faces at a little girl, "Convinced us to ride Congo Falls."
"...Why'd you agree?"
Nagi, sensing a row, said, "Hey, let's ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower. We can see the whole park, and
decide where to go next."
Everyone agreed, and they were soon staring down at the whole of the park, Nagi keeping a firm hold on
Farfie to ensure he didn't decide to try his hand at flying.
"So, what sort of rides should we ride first?" asked Nagi after a while.
Immediately, Farfarello said, "The Beast."
Crawford pursed his lips. "Why are you so obsessed with that infernal ride?"
Both Farfie and Schuldich stared at him in disbelief. "The Beast--The World's Longest Wooden Roller
Coaster--"
"7,400 feet of track--"
"Speeds of over sixty miles per hour--"
"The dark tunnels--"
"The God-hurting factor--"
"Jesus, it's the best roller coaster in the entire galaxy--!"
Nagi had gone very pale, and Crawford was skeptical, but Farfie and Schuldich (who had temporarily
forgotten all the ways he was going to force Farfarello to feel pain--though as we all know, that's
impossible) were in ecstasies.
So, the Beast it was.
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Meanwhile, Omi had convinced Aya that sitting on a bench wishing for Ken and Youji to magically appear
wasn't going to work.
"Who knows where they've gotten to," murmured Omi to himself, scanning the crowd. He regretted daydreaming earlier while he'd been waiting for Aya to get the tickets--if he'd only paid more attention to Youji and Ken, he would know where they'd run off to. Aya, as it was, seemed more interested in trying to be invisible than helping Omi locate the other two assassins.
"I just have to find a large crowd of fangirls--because that'll mark where L'Arc en Ciel is,
and where L'Arc en Ciel is, Youji and Ken shall be. Hey, I'm a genius," Omi congratulated himself.
This plan was harder to carry out than it seemed. Aya, it just so happened, had a fetish for cotton
candy, and he forced Omi to stop at the first confection stand they came across. Cotton candy, as
readers should well know, is ridiculously messy. Consequentially, Aya soon had very sticky, very pink
fingers--he was far too dignified to actually lick said appendages. He insisted they find a restroom ("A
clean one, if you please, Omi," which Omi didn't grace with a reply). They pondered together over a park map for about five minutes before finally locating the facilities. The two hurried off.
A few moments later, Ken and Youji ran, panting, to the spot where they'd left Aya and Omi. "Aya! Omi!"
Ken yelled, glancing around.
Youji shook his head. It had been against his better judgment to let Ken lead them back from their
comfortable place in the crowd of fans that had surrounded L'Arc en Ciel. Why, with his luck, Aya and
Omi had been kidnapped by mutants and forced to do any manner of horrible things...
Normally, he wouldn't let this bother him too much; Aya and Omi were big boys, they could take care of
themselves. However, Aya had the tickets, Aya had the money, and there was no way Youji was going to spend the day bumming change off Americans.
"C'mon, Ken, let's ask around...someone's bound to have seen them..."
Ken was doubtful. "They're only two guys. No one would notice them, right?"
Youji spread his hands out, as if painting a picture. "Imagine this, Kenken. Aya--bright red hair. Evil, PURPLE eyes. Omi--short kid who sings pornographic songs. Believe me. Someone's seen them."
(The irony the author and readers are experiencing at this moment, I assure you, was lost on Ken and Youji.)
-TBC-