Warnings: shonen-ai, foul words
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me, satisfied?! *runs
away screaming*
It's been awhile since I wrote the last chap ^^; seemingly school has been such a pain in the ass… well hopefully you still review. O-n-e-g-a-i? @_@ Still remember that I said something about will NEVER pairing Yohji up with Farfarello? Well, umm, I think I have to take it back... although it's not *exactly* like that... ^^;
Wrong
Way
Part
4: I Wanna Go Home!!
Kisaragi Yuu
Truly, Yohji didn't want anything but just simply go home.
Sobbing into his handkerchief that had a motive of Chibi Asuka scattering all over it, he looked up to the sky. "Dear God… what have I done?" he had been suffering for coldness since all he brought with him were beach-purpose suits, he didn't even bring a bloody sweater with him.
He looked over to the psychopath Irishman who was snoring damn too loud on the bed.
Why in the hell that guy didn't shiver at all?!
Er wait, he couldn't feel any pain so it's out of the question.
Dammit, being in here alone was frustrating! He needed companion, and of course being with the psycho was the last option Yohji would come up with. He walked out from his room and made his way into Ken's room. He was going to open it when suddenly…
"Oh Aya!! Put that shampoo down! I haven't finished bathing and—mmmmmmmmmph!!!!!!!"
Yohji decided that he didn't want to know. So he turned away when there was a voice that escaped the door again.
"Gulp that down baby, ooh yes GULP THAT DOWN!!"
It was the redhead's voice. He shivered. Sometimes you really can't judge a book by its cover.
Then he headed to Schuldich's room when suddenly he knew he was going to make a mistake coming over there. Either Brad would shoot him to death or Schuldich begging him to join them and made a 'threesome' (which of course Brad protested on, moreover after doing the threesome Brad would shove his gun to Yohji's throat and he would be so dead). He didn't choose it, he still want to live anyway. So instead, he headed to the last person, Omi.
The kid should reading books or typing in his computer now, guess a little 'extra' companion other than that quiet brat, Nagi, would be good. He smiled for himself, thanking God that Omi the little angel was still around to ease his pain.
An angel beneath a hell, an oasis in the middle of a dry Sahara, a cold water inside a summer's…
"YES! THAT'S THE WAY! OOOOOOH YESS!!!!!! GIMME MILK YOU BITCH, GIMME MILK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
O_o
Yohji's jaw almost flopped out from his head's bone. He was damn sure that it was Omi!
But maybe he was wrong… from all the incidents that have happened to him today, a little of hearing error was no exceptionable. Still he needed to find out. So he opened the doorknob to Omi's room and stepped in slowly.
There he cursed his own curiousness.
Yohji almost puked on the sight of Nagi rubbing Omi's… well he decided not to ponder on it *the author gets whacked by the yaoi Nagi/Omi fans* just say that the sight was disgusting and interesting in the same time.
Then the little 'angel' looked up to Yohji and smiled widely to him, "now I can understand why you can't stop having sex Yohji-kun." He grinned innocently with Nagi licking his earlobes from behind hungrily. The Japanese telekinetic looked up to the much older boy, "join or leave."
Yohji was still trying to consume this all up with his slow brain.
"Or you might want me to help you leave? By the mid-air of course?"
"E-er, no thanks." Yohji awkwardly said as he left the room as fast as he could and clicked the door closed silently. He stood there and tried to register the whole lot of scenes in his brain.
But it's IMPOSSIBLE!! Omi! That little blonde angel!! The one he thought was the one left innocent in his life!! OMI!!!!
He was frustrated.
Damn. Really. Frustrated.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to be back where he could forget everything.
Then beneath his frustration, he made his way back to the room he and the psycho monkey shared. Opening the door violently, he closed it back again in the same force that he used while opening it, and then he locked it.
There he saw a snoring Farfarello, saying something like 'God………hurts… lalala… damn hurt…' in his sleep. Yohji looked at him with this somebody-stop-me look when he pounced on the was-sleeping-Irishman just exactly like a panther.
"Wha—?"
Yohji growled as he yanked Farfarello's pajama (which have knives motives all over it), "shut up and be fucked by me quietly."
"What…? But I was dreaming about hurting God with a razor knife!!"
"Stop whining and just shut up!!"
"H-hey! Be careful with the pajama! It has a history of killing grannies!! Oh no… oh nooooo~ you won't do that! ACK! LEAVE THAT FUCKING BOXER ALONE!!!"
"SHUT UP!!"
In the first time of his entire life, Farfarello had learnt that a very desperate Yohji could mean more danger than a very pissed off Brad.
Well at least if Brad was pissed, all he did was locking him up in the dog pound and left him for a week (until Schuldich freed him silently just to make Crawfish blow his top off by the way). He never fucked him when he's pissed, unlike this Weiß desperate sex hurricane.
***
He felt like hell when he woke up in the morning.
He looked to the side of him and found a certain redhead who was sleeping silently, looking very innocent and delicious in a same time. He blinked.
He couldn't believe that this person who looked exactly like an angel was the same person who 'raped' him in the bathroom yesterday night... Aya was a meanie! At first he went slow on you, he became so sweet, shy-ish and secretive that you'd eventually tell him that it's okay to be more open to you.
But then when he got full control of your feelings, he toyed with it and he treated you like a slave! And to think that Aya loved S&M the most...
/I don't know what I see in him.../ Ken thought to himself. /Whenever I tried to be the 'M' he'd eventually kicked me and used that little space of time to take over./
Still it wasn't fair! He was also a guy, and although he liked the idea of being a slave of Aya, at some points he also wanted to be the master! It's no fun getting fucked over and over again and never experienced fucking a guy *once*. Aya was such a meanie... he's way stronger than Ken and the brunette boy knew the best if he forced himself to the older boy it will mean some business with Aya's katana. He sighed.
It was when he was going to take a shower when a brilliant idea came into him...
He smirked evilly.
***
Omi opened his eyes and got up from the bed. He was heading to the bathroom when suddenly something pulled one of his legs and made him fall flat on the floor. Lucky for him it was carpeted.
The blonde teenager looked at the 'something' that prevented him from going anywhere and soon found out that the 'something' was a rope. A big, huge, rope that's usually used in Japanese temples.
"What the..."
He was going to stand up when suddenly something sat on his back. He looked up.
To his horror, it was a psycho-looking Nagi with a leash on his hand and a cowboy hat on his head. The Japanese brunette boy grinned. Omi gulped.
***
Aya opened up his eyes and grunted as a migraine attacked his precious head. Wait, maybe if he cried 'shi-ne' out loud, the migraine will be scared off and wouldn't bother to visit him again due to fright... Aya foolishly thought. Then he considered of staying away from Ken for awhile since he was starting to think that Ken's dumbness was affecting him too. And there's NO way Aya wanted to be a dumbass like his lover was!
Graciously (to protect his image) Aya got up from the bed... or at least tried to get up when then he realized that both of his wrists were tied up to the sides of bed. He widened his eyes in shock. "What is this?!"
"You are awaken I see." A very familiar voice chimed in.
Aya turned his head violently to the source of the voice. He saw a familiar looking brunette boy with a mask that covered his eyes only. He was wearing a bathroom suit which had a logo of the hotel they were staying at in the corner of it.
"Ken? What the hell are you doing?" Aya asked impassively, while his eyes were glaring his infamous deathglare.
The boy in mask shrugged, "you are very suited to be our leader, Aya. You can even recognize me even when I'm masked! Very cool! Tell me how to do it when we get home okay?" the soccer player cheered loudly.
Aya sweatdropped.
Ken was an idiot, he really was. The redhead sighed.
"But even if you do recognize me, I won't let you go."
"Eh? Ken...?"
Ken undressed himself from the bathroom suit and he strolled himself to the immobile leader on the bed. Then he leaned his body to the amethyst-eyed young man, pressing it against the older man's body. He licked his leader's neck hungrily.
"K-Ken?" Aya's voice trembled, a sign of worry started to rise. Ken smirked. This was going to work afterall.
"As you know my dear Aya," he paused as he played with his fingers, touching and caressing every place he managed to touch over Aya's body, "you never let me be the seme. Not even once. Now I'll force you to be the uke, whether you like it or not." The brunette 19-year-old boy grinned.
"Ken...get off me. Or you'll really regret it."
"I've had enough of your threats, now it's time to show you who is the master."
"Ken! Don't do that! HEY!! STOP TOUCHING MY *BEEP* LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Soon enough the protests and whines stopped in an instance, replaced by... interesting moans from a certain man.
***
When the boys gathered in the fireplace, the noon already reached the sky. 8 beautiful men were seen sitting on the couches but no one dared to interfere with their 'silent war' mood since they looked like hell anyway.
A small girl was going to sit near them when she saw the looks on their faces and promptly burst to tears.
Yohji was looking like a drug-addict, saying something like 'I wanna go home... I wanna go home... I wanna go home...' under his breath.
Farfarello was looking as usual, the difference was he wasn't licking his knife, instead he was licking something that had a motive of Chibi Asuka all over it. It seemed to be a kind of wrapped dildo.
Omi wasn't looking very healthy either, although he was just waking up but he didn't look very fresh. Some red scars were seen all over his body up onto his butt.
Nagi was smiling evilly while his eyes were still transfixed to the Weiß youngest boy. Everybody wondered why in the hell was Nagi doing with a cowboy hat remained on his head but didn't bother to ask.
Brad wasn't looking at Schuldich due to embarrassment. Last night, Schuldich thought on a new plan of having fun so he collared Brad and turned him into a dog... of course by threat of gulping down his new model gun. That made the red-haired German giggled everytime he saw that 'look' painted on Brad's face and the scar of a collar left on his sexy neck. It was obvious to see, he thought to himself. Schuldich giggled more.
The only couple that seemed to be having such a good time was Aya and Ken.
"Ken-sama... can we do it again tonight? I never thought you are THAT strong and big..." Aya asked his lover as he snuggled more into the younger boy's arm.
"Hmph, you think that was strong? You haven't seen anything yet." Ken replied with a 'big-boss' tone.
"Kyaan~ Ken, how naughty of you!" Aya giggled playfully.
"Heh you stupid idiotic slave, where's the 'sama' reference? Or you want me to punish you oh-so-badly? I won't stop even if you beg me to, ya know..."
"A-Ah!" Aya blushed furiously, "I-I'm very sorry, Ken-sama... still please punish me, and punish me BAD since I'm really disappointing for your slave..." Aya's eyes were teary and it felt like he could burst into tears anytime now.
"Oh I will and even your tears won't stop me."
"Ken-sama! You are so cool!"
"Hn, I know."
The two lovers hugged each other (or more specifically *one* of them snuggled into the other) lovingly. The others were making faces at them, looking at the weird couple with what-the-hell-is-going-on-between-them look. Some of them were damn holding back the urges to throw up.
Then a very frightened waitress came near them and delivered them a message, "Um excuse me, but there's a message to you all."
The 8 men looked up to the waitress. She gulped.
"Read up, what the hell are you being slow for?" Brad complained. She looked like she wanted to cry at the tone Brad was using. Schuldich hushed him down and smiled to the waitress, "read it up please."
"U-um, okay. Here goes, 'I know that you all will be stupid enough to end up in Fuji Mountain, but since the holiday was meant to be Hawaii Beach, your salary has been cut off. Fuji Mountain is definitely not cheap. This goes to Schwarz too, the order from Takatori and me is definite. Now go back here or I'll fire you all. – Persia'."
Certain 8 pairs of eyes stared at the waitress as she couldn't take it anymore and ran out from there as fast as she could.
From far in Fuji Mountain, you can hear 8 kinds of yelling until down to the whole damn Japan.
***
Meanwhile, Persia and Takatori were having a tea party in one of the tops of Takatori's building.
"Haan~ it feels so good to fire all those monkeys. Nowadays they can do nothing but to complain and look more dangerous by day. It's a relief that they are deserted in Fuji Mountain." Takatori exclaims as he lifts up a cup of tea and drinks it.
Persia smiles, "Yes I agree. We even can cut off expenses!"
The two old men were laughing when suddenly the door was barged open and some certain young beautiful men came in, one by one, looking more dangerous than monkeys do—of course.
"W-What?? How in the hell could you all get here?!" Takatori gasped as he stood up.
"You don't wanna know... and you don't need to know. What you need to know is what are we going to do to you..." Aya embraced his katana.
"We are going to have lots of fun..." Brad took out his new gun.
"Damn hell we will..." Ken put on his bugnuk.
"Today I'll hurt you not for God but for myself, which is going to be a lot more fun..." Farfie licked his knife.
"You are going to suffer a lot, grandpa, and uncle..." Omi smiled innocently as he lifted up his bow gun.
"I'll let you choose, jump or fly through the air..." Nagi made a threat, tone dangerously low.
"Or maybe you want to stay and let me make you insane like you made us insane..." Schuldich glared.
The two old men were so scared they felt weak on their knees. When they started making offers of money and glamorous things, the lanky playboy Weiß came in lastly with the string watch on his hand and a wicked grin on his face. The old folks shivered.
"We'll make you PAY..." He said softly while eyes were shining yellow lights. Okay maybe they weren't really shining, but they made a great impression of it.
Persia smiled awkwardly as he perspired again and again, "Uh... Balinese? Can we negotiate...?"
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
~Owari -_-;;;
