//Togas... Why TOGAS?! Who the hell came up with that idea? It's retarded!
And why the hell did she invite them?! She knows what's gonna happen! We
don't get along! And now she's forcing us to be in the same room wearing
nothing but bedsheets! Where the hell is Ken's sewing machine? I am NOT
going to be embarrassed like everyone else when their bedsheets fall off!
Okay... machine found... now... how do I use this... oh well... first time
for everything...//
Aya sighed and set to work trying to sew up his sheet.
An hour and forty-five minutes later...
"I HATE THIS! KEN!"
The chocolate eyed brunette raced into the room.
"Aya! *gasp* What's wrong? *pant* Is everything *pant* is everything okay?" Ken gasped doubling over, his hands on his knees. He looked as if he'd just run a marathon.
Aya glared at him.
"NO! Everything is NOT okay!" Violet eyes brimmed with tears. "I can't DO this! It doesn't wanna work! Ken, fix it? Please?"
Ken surveyed the room in shock, nearly tripping over Aya's black boots. The sewing machine sat on the floor, huge knots of thread peeking out from every open area available. Empty spools and fabric shreds littered the floor. A long white extension cord wove its way across the bed and onto the floor to the cord of the machine. And, in the center of the room behind the sewing machine, was a big purple satin sack with eyes.
Aya had somehow managed to sew himself in the sheet. There was no opening save for the one the redhead was peering out of, which was about the size of his fist.
Ken collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically as Aya glared at him again, eyes overflowing, tears streaming down pale cheeks.
"It's not funny!" he cried indignantly.
"Bet me!" Ken shreiked and laughed harder. "You look like a sack of potatoes!"
Aya sniffled. "I hope you die laughing."
Footsteps in the hall signaled the arrival of Omi and Yoji. Aya promptly fell over and curled up in a ball to avoid being seen. It didn't work.
"Ken! Are you alright? What's so funny?"
The ex-J-Leaguer looked up at the sound of Yoji's voice, but he couldn't stop laughing.
"What is it, Ken?" Omi asked.
Ken didn't get to form a responce before Yoji saw 'it'... and followed Ken's lead, busting into a fit of giggles.
"Oh my god! Aya how on earth did you manage that?!" Omi exclaimed, rushing to his friend's side.
"He looks like a sack of potatoes!" Yoji howled. "Or a giant caterpillar!"
"You are SO DEAD! When I get out of this, you are BOTH SO DEAD!" the purple sack snarled, voice shaking.
Omi laughed. "Hang on a second, Aya. I'll be right back."
The genki blonde disappeared momentarily before returning with Aya's katana. Violet eyes widened in terror.
"Hold still. I don't want to accidentally cut you."
"Oh great. THAT'S real reassuring..." the redhead muttered. "Hey! Watch it! That thing's sharp!"
Within a few minutes, Omi had freed the other boy from his satin cocoon, only to have him glomp onto him for dear life, his face streaked with tears.
The other two, having finally calmed down, took one look at this new situation and started laughing all over again.
Aya was partially dressed, his pants still inside the sheet and sewn into the seam. He'd had to take them off to get out. Currently he was huddled against Omi, clad in only a black sleeveless shirt, boxers, and one sock, his hair sticking out all over from static electricity, and he was crying.
Glaring at Ken and Yoji, he sobbed, "I hate you! You're so mean!"
Yoji sat up brushing tears from his eyes. "Exactly how DID you pull that off?" He dissolved into giggles again. "And why are you wearing baby-blue teddybear boxers?!"
Aya shrugged, burying his face in Omi's chest, and shot back, "At least I don't have to write my NAME on them..."
Yoji sweatdropped. "A-ano..."
"Guys, leave him alone," Omi said gently. "It's okay Aya... the evil Violet- Satin-Sheet Monster is dead. You're gonna be okay."
Ken and Yoji left the room, still snickering about what had happened.
"Wait till Crawford hears this!" Ken giggled.
"And Schuldig!" Yoji added. "Not to mention Manx, Birman, and Persia!"
"I HATE YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A BUS!"
Omi sighed. "Here Aya... I'll help you with your toga."
"Thanks, Omittchi," Aya sniffled, wiping tears from his face.
As the two of them got to work, Omi rolled his eyes.
//This is going to be a long day...//
~
"Yes... uh-huh... okay... 7 pm?... alright... wait... but... we can't... we don't... *sigh*... okay... 7 pm... we'll be there... uh-huh... buh-bye." *click* "Oh shit. We're seriously screwed. Can any of you cook?" Schu asked innocently.
"No!" Nagi called from the living room.
"Not unless it hurts God..."
Schuldig's face went deathly pale. "Uh... nevermind... Brad! We're supposed to bring some sort of dessert with us and the party is at 7 pm tomorrow."
The Oracle smirked. "I'll call someone and see about getting something made for the... on second thought, let Farfarello cook. We just won't eat it."
Nagi yawned entering the room. His brown hair was tousled from lying on the sofa, his jeans and tee shirt rumpled as if he had slept in his clothes, and his golden brown eyes were half closed.
"That was the most boring movie I have ever seen. I don't even know why I sat through it. So, who's cooking?"
"What were you watching, Nags?" asked Schu.
"I think it was American Pie. Who's going to cook?"
"Farfie. Why the hell were you watching that?! It's rated R! You're not old enough!" Brad exclaimed.
"It was on, I don't care, and now I don't have to worry about seeing it when I AM old enough. Why are you letting him use any sort of electrical appliance?"
"I'm cooking? This'll hurt God for sure!"
Nagi yawned again. "I think *yawn* it'll definately hurt SOMETHING."
Brad cleared his throat, "Ahem... just don't make a mess, Farf. So I take it everyone's set for tomorrow?"
In the kitchen, a blender whirred to life.
"Not yet."
"No."
"I'M HURTING GOD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
*sigh* "Will you all try to be ready by 6:30?"
"I guess."
"Fine. Can I..."
"No Schu. You are NOT using my suspenders."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Oh just give him the damn suspenders!"
"Nagi! I thought I told you not to swear! GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
The telekinetic froze, eyes wide. "Did you just..."
"Yes, now GO!"
*growls* "I hate my life..." *stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp SLAM*
"Brad?"
"What?"
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Would you try this and let me know if it hurts God enough?"
*both in unison* "NO!"
*sniffle* "... Nagi's right. You guys are SO MEAN!"
~
Tot twirled around in circles, her sheet billowing out around her as she moved, grinning like an idiot. The other three women of Schrient set to work in the kitchen preparing a dessert for the party.
Neu sighed, the mixer humming loudly as she combined the ingredients in a large bowl. "I hope they appreciate what we're going thorugh..." A startled cry diverted her attention.
"NO! That's way too much!"
She glanced up in time to see Schoen dump the entire contents of a bag of flour into Hell's bowl.
"I don't care. I want to make him pay for what he did to me."
"Maybe so, but other people may have wanted to eat these!"
The blonde shrugged, "So what."
Hell sighed. //This is going to be a long day...//
Distracted from what she was doing, Neu failed to notice that she'd lifted the mixer. The beaters were now spraying the counters, walls, floor, window, and herself, in chocolate batter. "Oops..." She switched off the mixer and started cleaning up the gooey mess just as Tot walked in.
"Ooh! I wanna try it!" the sea-green haired girl yipped excitedly, bounding over to Neu's bowl and dipping her ingers into the mix.
"Tot! Don't eat all the batter or I won't have any left for the cake!"
//Oh, yes... this will definately be a long day...//
~
Aya sighed and set to work trying to sew up his sheet.
An hour and forty-five minutes later...
"I HATE THIS! KEN!"
The chocolate eyed brunette raced into the room.
"Aya! *gasp* What's wrong? *pant* Is everything *pant* is everything okay?" Ken gasped doubling over, his hands on his knees. He looked as if he'd just run a marathon.
Aya glared at him.
"NO! Everything is NOT okay!" Violet eyes brimmed with tears. "I can't DO this! It doesn't wanna work! Ken, fix it? Please?"
Ken surveyed the room in shock, nearly tripping over Aya's black boots. The sewing machine sat on the floor, huge knots of thread peeking out from every open area available. Empty spools and fabric shreds littered the floor. A long white extension cord wove its way across the bed and onto the floor to the cord of the machine. And, in the center of the room behind the sewing machine, was a big purple satin sack with eyes.
Aya had somehow managed to sew himself in the sheet. There was no opening save for the one the redhead was peering out of, which was about the size of his fist.
Ken collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically as Aya glared at him again, eyes overflowing, tears streaming down pale cheeks.
"It's not funny!" he cried indignantly.
"Bet me!" Ken shreiked and laughed harder. "You look like a sack of potatoes!"
Aya sniffled. "I hope you die laughing."
Footsteps in the hall signaled the arrival of Omi and Yoji. Aya promptly fell over and curled up in a ball to avoid being seen. It didn't work.
"Ken! Are you alright? What's so funny?"
The ex-J-Leaguer looked up at the sound of Yoji's voice, but he couldn't stop laughing.
"What is it, Ken?" Omi asked.
Ken didn't get to form a responce before Yoji saw 'it'... and followed Ken's lead, busting into a fit of giggles.
"Oh my god! Aya how on earth did you manage that?!" Omi exclaimed, rushing to his friend's side.
"He looks like a sack of potatoes!" Yoji howled. "Or a giant caterpillar!"
"You are SO DEAD! When I get out of this, you are BOTH SO DEAD!" the purple sack snarled, voice shaking.
Omi laughed. "Hang on a second, Aya. I'll be right back."
The genki blonde disappeared momentarily before returning with Aya's katana. Violet eyes widened in terror.
"Hold still. I don't want to accidentally cut you."
"Oh great. THAT'S real reassuring..." the redhead muttered. "Hey! Watch it! That thing's sharp!"
Within a few minutes, Omi had freed the other boy from his satin cocoon, only to have him glomp onto him for dear life, his face streaked with tears.
The other two, having finally calmed down, took one look at this new situation and started laughing all over again.
Aya was partially dressed, his pants still inside the sheet and sewn into the seam. He'd had to take them off to get out. Currently he was huddled against Omi, clad in only a black sleeveless shirt, boxers, and one sock, his hair sticking out all over from static electricity, and he was crying.
Glaring at Ken and Yoji, he sobbed, "I hate you! You're so mean!"
Yoji sat up brushing tears from his eyes. "Exactly how DID you pull that off?" He dissolved into giggles again. "And why are you wearing baby-blue teddybear boxers?!"
Aya shrugged, burying his face in Omi's chest, and shot back, "At least I don't have to write my NAME on them..."
Yoji sweatdropped. "A-ano..."
"Guys, leave him alone," Omi said gently. "It's okay Aya... the evil Violet- Satin-Sheet Monster is dead. You're gonna be okay."
Ken and Yoji left the room, still snickering about what had happened.
"Wait till Crawford hears this!" Ken giggled.
"And Schuldig!" Yoji added. "Not to mention Manx, Birman, and Persia!"
"I HATE YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A BUS!"
Omi sighed. "Here Aya... I'll help you with your toga."
"Thanks, Omittchi," Aya sniffled, wiping tears from his face.
As the two of them got to work, Omi rolled his eyes.
//This is going to be a long day...//
~
"Yes... uh-huh... okay... 7 pm?... alright... wait... but... we can't... we don't... *sigh*... okay... 7 pm... we'll be there... uh-huh... buh-bye." *click* "Oh shit. We're seriously screwed. Can any of you cook?" Schu asked innocently.
"No!" Nagi called from the living room.
"Not unless it hurts God..."
Schuldig's face went deathly pale. "Uh... nevermind... Brad! We're supposed to bring some sort of dessert with us and the party is at 7 pm tomorrow."
The Oracle smirked. "I'll call someone and see about getting something made for the... on second thought, let Farfarello cook. We just won't eat it."
Nagi yawned entering the room. His brown hair was tousled from lying on the sofa, his jeans and tee shirt rumpled as if he had slept in his clothes, and his golden brown eyes were half closed.
"That was the most boring movie I have ever seen. I don't even know why I sat through it. So, who's cooking?"
"What were you watching, Nags?" asked Schu.
"I think it was American Pie. Who's going to cook?"
"Farfie. Why the hell were you watching that?! It's rated R! You're not old enough!" Brad exclaimed.
"It was on, I don't care, and now I don't have to worry about seeing it when I AM old enough. Why are you letting him use any sort of electrical appliance?"
"I'm cooking? This'll hurt God for sure!"
Nagi yawned again. "I think *yawn* it'll definately hurt SOMETHING."
Brad cleared his throat, "Ahem... just don't make a mess, Farf. So I take it everyone's set for tomorrow?"
In the kitchen, a blender whirred to life.
"Not yet."
"No."
"I'M HURTING GOD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
*sigh* "Will you all try to be ready by 6:30?"
"I guess."
"Fine. Can I..."
"No Schu. You are NOT using my suspenders."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Oh just give him the damn suspenders!"
"Nagi! I thought I told you not to swear! GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
The telekinetic froze, eyes wide. "Did you just..."
"Yes, now GO!"
*growls* "I hate my life..." *stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp SLAM*
"Brad?"
"What?"
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Would you try this and let me know if it hurts God enough?"
*both in unison* "NO!"
*sniffle* "... Nagi's right. You guys are SO MEAN!"
~
Tot twirled around in circles, her sheet billowing out around her as she moved, grinning like an idiot. The other three women of Schrient set to work in the kitchen preparing a dessert for the party.
Neu sighed, the mixer humming loudly as she combined the ingredients in a large bowl. "I hope they appreciate what we're going thorugh..." A startled cry diverted her attention.
"NO! That's way too much!"
She glanced up in time to see Schoen dump the entire contents of a bag of flour into Hell's bowl.
"I don't care. I want to make him pay for what he did to me."
"Maybe so, but other people may have wanted to eat these!"
The blonde shrugged, "So what."
Hell sighed. //This is going to be a long day...//
Distracted from what she was doing, Neu failed to notice that she'd lifted the mixer. The beaters were now spraying the counters, walls, floor, window, and herself, in chocolate batter. "Oops..." She switched off the mixer and started cleaning up the gooey mess just as Tot walked in.
"Ooh! I wanna try it!" the sea-green haired girl yipped excitedly, bounding over to Neu's bowl and dipping her ingers into the mix.
"Tot! Don't eat all the batter or I won't have any left for the cake!"
//Oh, yes... this will definately be a long day...//
~