Disclaimer: I don't own them. I haven't seen all of Weiß Kreuz so I'm
taking many creative liberties with this. Because of this, many
characters... *cough* AYA ...may experience mild to severe cases of OOC-
ness.
A side note…: I myself am not too fond of Schrient. They took up precious screen-time that could've been better spent on any/all of the boys. Because of this, if there are any inconsistencies, such as the spelling of their names, it's cos I really don't like them enough to worry about it.
"blah" = spoken
//blah// = thought
/blah/ = telepathy
BLAH = shouted
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Seven guys in bedsheets. Six of them doubled over, shrieking with laughter. One looking murderous. One mysteriously absent.
The girls surveyed the room, with disdain... until Tot saw someone she recognized.
"NAGI!" she squealed.
The sound was like a cold shower or a stiff drink. His head snapped up, eyes widening in sheer terror.
"Oh shit," he whispered, grabbing Omi's midnight blue toga and ducking behind him. "Keep it away from me."
"Why? What's going on?" Omi seemed a little flustered. "I don't understand."
Schu tipped his head back so he could see what was happening, "Ooh, Nagi, looks like your little woman's here." He was lying on his back on the floor, the black sheet held in place by the suspenders.
"She's not MY 'WOMAN'! I don't WANT a woman! Or a GIRL, or even a LADY! Omi, make it go away."
Tot pouted, "You don't like me anymore?"
Nagi was saved from responding when the missing Weiß member decided to make his appearance.
"Okay! Yoji has arrived! Let the party begin!"
The group looked up. Aya clamped a hand over his mouth and ran for the bathroom. Ken was wide-eyed. Omi and Nagi cringed, burying their faces in each other's shoulder. Schuldig broke into a fit of giggles for the second time that night. Brad arched an eyebrow and wrinkled his nose. Tot and Schöen screamed. Neu and Hell stared. Farfie was thrilled.
"He's hurting God!"
Everyone present was dressed in bedsheets. Everyone, that is, except Yoji. He was wearing a leopard print hand towel tied with string to resemble a loincloth.
"I don't see what's so funny," he snipped at Schu.
The telepath smirked. "Are you trying to impersonate Tarzan?"
"Why you little!" Balinese launched himself at Schuldig, intent on wringing his neck.
"Don't. Touch. Him. Yoji."
Manx and Birman descended the stairs, each dressed in their own "togas".
"Now. Shall we get this party started?"
Ken cleared his throat, toying with the hem of his red-and-white-checkered vinyl tablecloth/toga (What can I say… He wanted to be different? Couldn't find a sheet? Somehow, a tablecloth suits him…).
"Yes?" Birman asked, casting a sidelong glance at the fidgeting Siberian.
"Shouldn't we… shouldn't we wait… for Aya to get out of the… um… bathroom?"
"I'm right here. Yoji, could you PLEASE go put some clothes on? You're scaring the kid." Aya was trying not to look directly at him for fear that the rest of his dinner would make a return trip.
Omi and Nagi glared at him. "Who are you calling KIDS?! We're just as mature as any of you, if not more!"
A giggle and a tug on Nagi's cerulean sheet made the boy go deathly pale.
"Oh, cute! I like your little black shorts, Nagi!" Tot yipped.
"HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM, YOU MOLDY-HAIRED WENCH!" Omi was furious, instinctively grabbing for darts that weren't there. //Dammit, I knew I was forgetting something…//
Aya rolled his eyes. "I said KID, not KIDS. And I was referring to HER." He pointed towards Tot for emphasis.
Nagi was on the verge of tears. "Why me? Why won't she leave me alone?" He rounded on the girl, his voice rising in a feverish pitch until he was shouting. "WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I DON'T LIKE YOU! I LIKE HIM! *pointing at Omi* GOT IT? I. DON'T. LIKE. GIRLS."
"Why would you like him? He's a BOY. It's icky." Needless to say, she was confused. "I know! You're friends! That's why you like him!"
Schu nudged Brad and whispered, "If someone doesn't do something, he's gonna blow."
"What do you WANT me to do? He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
"Ye~ah. We're friends." Nagi hissed through clenched teeth. "See? Friends!" He grabbed a startled Omi's face in his hands and kissed him roughly.
"EEEEEEWWWWW! Friends don't do that!" she cried indignantly. "That's so... icky!"
"Exactly. I'm icky. Go away."
Omi stared at Nagi in shock. "A…ano…"
"Nani?" the golden-brown-eyed telekinetic asked.
Bombay blinked innocently before pulling Nagi against him, crushing the other teen's mouth with his own. His eyes went wide for a moment, then drifted shut as he surrendered himself to Omi's kiss.
Tot gagged. "NO! That's not RIGHT! It's SICK! Boys are supposed to like GIRLS!"
"O~k. Well… um… let's play a game. Omi, let the boy breathe… For heaven's sake, don't suck his face off!" Manx moaned, trying to get everyone under control.
Farfie pulled the lollipop from his mouth. "What do you have in mind?"
"How about 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'?" Birman suggested sweetly.
~
A side note…: I myself am not too fond of Schrient. They took up precious screen-time that could've been better spent on any/all of the boys. Because of this, if there are any inconsistencies, such as the spelling of their names, it's cos I really don't like them enough to worry about it.
"blah" = spoken
//blah// = thought
/blah/ = telepathy
BLAH = shouted
~
Seven guys in bedsheets. Six of them doubled over, shrieking with laughter. One looking murderous. One mysteriously absent.
The girls surveyed the room, with disdain... until Tot saw someone she recognized.
"NAGI!" she squealed.
The sound was like a cold shower or a stiff drink. His head snapped up, eyes widening in sheer terror.
"Oh shit," he whispered, grabbing Omi's midnight blue toga and ducking behind him. "Keep it away from me."
"Why? What's going on?" Omi seemed a little flustered. "I don't understand."
Schu tipped his head back so he could see what was happening, "Ooh, Nagi, looks like your little woman's here." He was lying on his back on the floor, the black sheet held in place by the suspenders.
"She's not MY 'WOMAN'! I don't WANT a woman! Or a GIRL, or even a LADY! Omi, make it go away."
Tot pouted, "You don't like me anymore?"
Nagi was saved from responding when the missing Weiß member decided to make his appearance.
"Okay! Yoji has arrived! Let the party begin!"
The group looked up. Aya clamped a hand over his mouth and ran for the bathroom. Ken was wide-eyed. Omi and Nagi cringed, burying their faces in each other's shoulder. Schuldig broke into a fit of giggles for the second time that night. Brad arched an eyebrow and wrinkled his nose. Tot and Schöen screamed. Neu and Hell stared. Farfie was thrilled.
"He's hurting God!"
Everyone present was dressed in bedsheets. Everyone, that is, except Yoji. He was wearing a leopard print hand towel tied with string to resemble a loincloth.
"I don't see what's so funny," he snipped at Schu.
The telepath smirked. "Are you trying to impersonate Tarzan?"
"Why you little!" Balinese launched himself at Schuldig, intent on wringing his neck.
"Don't. Touch. Him. Yoji."
Manx and Birman descended the stairs, each dressed in their own "togas".
"Now. Shall we get this party started?"
Ken cleared his throat, toying with the hem of his red-and-white-checkered vinyl tablecloth/toga (What can I say… He wanted to be different? Couldn't find a sheet? Somehow, a tablecloth suits him…).
"Yes?" Birman asked, casting a sidelong glance at the fidgeting Siberian.
"Shouldn't we… shouldn't we wait… for Aya to get out of the… um… bathroom?"
"I'm right here. Yoji, could you PLEASE go put some clothes on? You're scaring the kid." Aya was trying not to look directly at him for fear that the rest of his dinner would make a return trip.
Omi and Nagi glared at him. "Who are you calling KIDS?! We're just as mature as any of you, if not more!"
A giggle and a tug on Nagi's cerulean sheet made the boy go deathly pale.
"Oh, cute! I like your little black shorts, Nagi!" Tot yipped.
"HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM, YOU MOLDY-HAIRED WENCH!" Omi was furious, instinctively grabbing for darts that weren't there. //Dammit, I knew I was forgetting something…//
Aya rolled his eyes. "I said KID, not KIDS. And I was referring to HER." He pointed towards Tot for emphasis.
Nagi was on the verge of tears. "Why me? Why won't she leave me alone?" He rounded on the girl, his voice rising in a feverish pitch until he was shouting. "WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I DON'T LIKE YOU! I LIKE HIM! *pointing at Omi* GOT IT? I. DON'T. LIKE. GIRLS."
"Why would you like him? He's a BOY. It's icky." Needless to say, she was confused. "I know! You're friends! That's why you like him!"
Schu nudged Brad and whispered, "If someone doesn't do something, he's gonna blow."
"What do you WANT me to do? He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
"Ye~ah. We're friends." Nagi hissed through clenched teeth. "See? Friends!" He grabbed a startled Omi's face in his hands and kissed him roughly.
"EEEEEEWWWWW! Friends don't do that!" she cried indignantly. "That's so... icky!"
"Exactly. I'm icky. Go away."
Omi stared at Nagi in shock. "A…ano…"
"Nani?" the golden-brown-eyed telekinetic asked.
Bombay blinked innocently before pulling Nagi against him, crushing the other teen's mouth with his own. His eyes went wide for a moment, then drifted shut as he surrendered himself to Omi's kiss.
Tot gagged. "NO! That's not RIGHT! It's SICK! Boys are supposed to like GIRLS!"
"O~k. Well… um… let's play a game. Omi, let the boy breathe… For heaven's sake, don't suck his face off!" Manx moaned, trying to get everyone under control.
Farfie pulled the lollipop from his mouth. "What do you have in mind?"
"How about 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'?" Birman suggested sweetly.
~