"I think I'm gonna have to sterilize my stereo by the time the night's
out," Omi mumbled as the sounds of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen's sing-along
filled the air.
Aya tripped over Ken who had stopped the seemingly endless circle around the remaining four chairs. "Ken! Keep moving!"
"If I have to hear these girls any longer…" he complained.
Just then, the "music" stopped and the five players fought tooth-and-nail for a seat.
Schuldig smirked, watching Ken pick himself up from the ground.
"Aw. Poor baby. Looks like you're out, Hidaka."
"I hope your suspenders break."
Brad looked up from where he sat with Yoji, Tot, and Farfie in the designated "Loser's Row" and moved over, making room for the brunette.
"Don't worry. Schuldig won't last much longer."
The music started up again and the boys continued their trek to nowhere. When it stopped again, they dove for the chairs.
"Omi, move. NOW," Aya snarled, glaring at the youngest Weiß member.
"Okay, okay…"
"Omi! Here! Saved you a seat!"
"Nagi! That's not fair! You aren't allowed to LIE across them!"
"You're just mad 'cos you're out."
Yoji laughed and moved down to give the telepath a place to sit.
"Manx?" Ken whined. "Can you PLEASE change the music? I don't think I can take much more of this…"
"LEMME PICK IT!" Farfie cried, jumping from his seat.
A collective moan went up from the group.
"At least there isn't anything that's WORSE than Mary-Kate and Ashley," Omi chirped.
"Get ready!"
The boys eyed each other, sizing up their opponents when suddenly…
"YO, I'LL TELL YA WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!"
Omi sweatdropped. "But there are things that are just as bad…"
Schu chuckled as Omi began wandering mindlessly away from the group towards the bathroom. /*chanting* That's right. You gotta go. Doesn't matter if you lose, cos you really gotta go… Damn! Now I hafta go!/ The blonde shook his head and ran back to the group circling the chairs as Schu made for the bathroom.
"IF YOU WANNA BE MY" *click*
Nagi sank down into a chair curling his fingers under the seat, his ankles around the legs, and telekinetically fused it to the floor. In short, he wasn't moving. Omi and Aya, on the other hand, started a fistfight over the last one.
Yoji snagged a bowl of chips from the table and those on "Loser's Row" watched the fight as if it were Super Bowl Sunday.
"Any bets?" Schu called, rejoining his fellow 'losers'. "Place your bets, folks, place your bets!"
"Omi."
/Chibi, you're too young to bet./
"Aya. Omi seduced MY boyfriend."
"Aya."
"Prodigy was never yours, Tot. Omi."
"I HAVE A NAME, YOU BEE-HIVE HAIRED BITCH!"
"Nagi! I SAID DON'T SWEAR!"
"Um, can we get back to the bets here?"
"Oh. Sorry. Aya, since I've already foreseen it."
"Aya. Beating up children hurts God."
"Aya"
"Sorry, Manx. Omi may be smaller and faster, but Aya's better in close…"
*CRACK*
Schuldig paled. "No more bets! Betting is closed! Kudou, you may want to get some ice…"
"Aya-kun! That HURT!"
All eyes were on the fighters.
Omi sat on the floor, rubbing his head. Nagi was practically drooling - sometime during the fight, Omi's sheet had come undone, the deep blue material pooled at his hips. Aya stood over him, chair in hand. He'd smacked Omi over the head with it.
"You're out, Omittchi," Yoji cooed, handing him an ice pack.
Bombay looked to his lover, "Take him DOWN, Nagi."
Nagi glanced at Aya and cringed. //Oh shit…//
"MUSIC CHANGE!" Farfie shouted and switched CDs.
Ken rocked back and forth, head down, hands clasped as if praying, repeating over and over, "Please don't let him have anything worse than the Olsen twins and Spice Girls…"
"OH BABY, BABY. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW…"
That was all it took for Ken to lock himself in the bathroom, punctuating the song with loud bangs as he hit his forehead against the wall.
Brad perched his glasses atop his head and watched him go, "Someone up there must seriously have it out for him."
~
Nagi bolted, trying to keep as much distance between himself and the agitated redhead as possible. //I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie// After witnessing Aya's last performance, he was beginning to wonder whether or not he should LET him win… and he was having a hard time coming up with reasons not to.
Aya glared at the little telekinetic. There was no way he was letting the kid win. He'd already dealt with Omi, and the others had taken care of themselves, which left the two of them.
"I MUST CONFESS, MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME…"
The song played on with Farf making no move to stop it. Those on the "Row" watched the game play out, all of them on the edge of their seats with the exception of Ken who was still trying to bludgeon himself into unconsciousness, and Omi who was too dizzy to sit up. Even the girls had paused in their conversation to see how it would end.
Three songs later…
"Just stop the music already! I'm getting dizzy!" Nagi begged, his footsteps wavering as he fought to stay in a semi-straight line.
"YOU DRIVE ME…" *click*
"Thank you!"
Neither boy moved toward the chair. They simply stood there and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Nagi sighed and walked toward the "Loser's Row."
"You still have to end up on the chair or it's a draw," Manx informed a stunned Aya.
He shrugged and walked over to the chair, only to have it move away from him. He tried again with the same results. And again, and again, until he was racing around the room chasing what should've been an inanimate object.
Nagi giggled. "If he wants to win so badly, he can work for it."
After nearly an hour of watching the redhead chasing and swearing at a chair that was always just out of reach, Nagi took pity on him and put it down.
"That *pant* wasn't *pant* fair!"
"Fairs are for tourists, Aya. Just be glad that Chibi was nice enough to stop," Schu chided.
Aya let go of the chair and fell over from exhaustion.
"Maybe we should play something a little less strenuous?" Brad suggested, getting a nod of approval from Omi. "And perhaps someone should check and see if Ken is still alive in there…"
"So. Whadda we do now?" Yoji asked curiously.
"How about *gasp* 'Let the Injured *pant* and Exhausted Rest'?"
"That's boring," Tot whined. "I wanna do something FUN!"
Omi moaned. He already had a headache from being smashed in the head with a chair. Tot's "lovely" voice wasn't helping any. "Tot. You wanna get up close and personal with the lamppost again?"
"No."
"Then shut up."
Birman decided enough was enough and picked up an empty bowl, a sheet of paper, and a pen. "I'm writing everyone's names down and drawing one from each group until there's four groups of three."
"Why?"
"Since we have two injured and one passed-out on the floor…"
"I'm not passed-out, I'm catching my breath!"
"Whatever. Anyway, I figure now would be a good time for everyone to go out and get some air."
Ken was confused. "Um, Birman? What do you mean 'go out and get some air'? Why do we need groups for that?"
"It's a scavenger hunt."
~
Aya tripped over Ken who had stopped the seemingly endless circle around the remaining four chairs. "Ken! Keep moving!"
"If I have to hear these girls any longer…" he complained.
Just then, the "music" stopped and the five players fought tooth-and-nail for a seat.
Schuldig smirked, watching Ken pick himself up from the ground.
"Aw. Poor baby. Looks like you're out, Hidaka."
"I hope your suspenders break."
Brad looked up from where he sat with Yoji, Tot, and Farfie in the designated "Loser's Row" and moved over, making room for the brunette.
"Don't worry. Schuldig won't last much longer."
The music started up again and the boys continued their trek to nowhere. When it stopped again, they dove for the chairs.
"Omi, move. NOW," Aya snarled, glaring at the youngest Weiß member.
"Okay, okay…"
"Omi! Here! Saved you a seat!"
"Nagi! That's not fair! You aren't allowed to LIE across them!"
"You're just mad 'cos you're out."
Yoji laughed and moved down to give the telepath a place to sit.
"Manx?" Ken whined. "Can you PLEASE change the music? I don't think I can take much more of this…"
"LEMME PICK IT!" Farfie cried, jumping from his seat.
A collective moan went up from the group.
"At least there isn't anything that's WORSE than Mary-Kate and Ashley," Omi chirped.
"Get ready!"
The boys eyed each other, sizing up their opponents when suddenly…
"YO, I'LL TELL YA WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!"
Omi sweatdropped. "But there are things that are just as bad…"
Schu chuckled as Omi began wandering mindlessly away from the group towards the bathroom. /*chanting* That's right. You gotta go. Doesn't matter if you lose, cos you really gotta go… Damn! Now I hafta go!/ The blonde shook his head and ran back to the group circling the chairs as Schu made for the bathroom.
"IF YOU WANNA BE MY" *click*
Nagi sank down into a chair curling his fingers under the seat, his ankles around the legs, and telekinetically fused it to the floor. In short, he wasn't moving. Omi and Aya, on the other hand, started a fistfight over the last one.
Yoji snagged a bowl of chips from the table and those on "Loser's Row" watched the fight as if it were Super Bowl Sunday.
"Any bets?" Schu called, rejoining his fellow 'losers'. "Place your bets, folks, place your bets!"
"Omi."
/Chibi, you're too young to bet./
"Aya. Omi seduced MY boyfriend."
"Aya."
"Prodigy was never yours, Tot. Omi."
"I HAVE A NAME, YOU BEE-HIVE HAIRED BITCH!"
"Nagi! I SAID DON'T SWEAR!"
"Um, can we get back to the bets here?"
"Oh. Sorry. Aya, since I've already foreseen it."
"Aya. Beating up children hurts God."
"Aya"
"Sorry, Manx. Omi may be smaller and faster, but Aya's better in close…"
*CRACK*
Schuldig paled. "No more bets! Betting is closed! Kudou, you may want to get some ice…"
"Aya-kun! That HURT!"
All eyes were on the fighters.
Omi sat on the floor, rubbing his head. Nagi was practically drooling - sometime during the fight, Omi's sheet had come undone, the deep blue material pooled at his hips. Aya stood over him, chair in hand. He'd smacked Omi over the head with it.
"You're out, Omittchi," Yoji cooed, handing him an ice pack.
Bombay looked to his lover, "Take him DOWN, Nagi."
Nagi glanced at Aya and cringed. //Oh shit…//
"MUSIC CHANGE!" Farfie shouted and switched CDs.
Ken rocked back and forth, head down, hands clasped as if praying, repeating over and over, "Please don't let him have anything worse than the Olsen twins and Spice Girls…"
"OH BABY, BABY. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW…"
That was all it took for Ken to lock himself in the bathroom, punctuating the song with loud bangs as he hit his forehead against the wall.
Brad perched his glasses atop his head and watched him go, "Someone up there must seriously have it out for him."
~
Nagi bolted, trying to keep as much distance between himself and the agitated redhead as possible. //I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie// After witnessing Aya's last performance, he was beginning to wonder whether or not he should LET him win… and he was having a hard time coming up with reasons not to.
Aya glared at the little telekinetic. There was no way he was letting the kid win. He'd already dealt with Omi, and the others had taken care of themselves, which left the two of them.
"I MUST CONFESS, MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME…"
The song played on with Farf making no move to stop it. Those on the "Row" watched the game play out, all of them on the edge of their seats with the exception of Ken who was still trying to bludgeon himself into unconsciousness, and Omi who was too dizzy to sit up. Even the girls had paused in their conversation to see how it would end.
Three songs later…
"Just stop the music already! I'm getting dizzy!" Nagi begged, his footsteps wavering as he fought to stay in a semi-straight line.
"YOU DRIVE ME…" *click*
"Thank you!"
Neither boy moved toward the chair. They simply stood there and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Nagi sighed and walked toward the "Loser's Row."
"You still have to end up on the chair or it's a draw," Manx informed a stunned Aya.
He shrugged and walked over to the chair, only to have it move away from him. He tried again with the same results. And again, and again, until he was racing around the room chasing what should've been an inanimate object.
Nagi giggled. "If he wants to win so badly, he can work for it."
After nearly an hour of watching the redhead chasing and swearing at a chair that was always just out of reach, Nagi took pity on him and put it down.
"That *pant* wasn't *pant* fair!"
"Fairs are for tourists, Aya. Just be glad that Chibi was nice enough to stop," Schu chided.
Aya let go of the chair and fell over from exhaustion.
"Maybe we should play something a little less strenuous?" Brad suggested, getting a nod of approval from Omi. "And perhaps someone should check and see if Ken is still alive in there…"
"So. Whadda we do now?" Yoji asked curiously.
"How about *gasp* 'Let the Injured *pant* and Exhausted Rest'?"
"That's boring," Tot whined. "I wanna do something FUN!"
Omi moaned. He already had a headache from being smashed in the head with a chair. Tot's "lovely" voice wasn't helping any. "Tot. You wanna get up close and personal with the lamppost again?"
"No."
"Then shut up."
Birman decided enough was enough and picked up an empty bowl, a sheet of paper, and a pen. "I'm writing everyone's names down and drawing one from each group until there's four groups of three."
"Why?"
"Since we have two injured and one passed-out on the floor…"
"I'm not passed-out, I'm catching my breath!"
"Whatever. Anyway, I figure now would be a good time for everyone to go out and get some air."
Ken was confused. "Um, Birman? What do you mean 'go out and get some air'? Why do we need groups for that?"
"It's a scavenger hunt."
~