Hey, hey, hey, world! Sita-chan's back again! I've been focusing on this fic a lot lately. It's all because of this song, "The Swiss Army Romance" by Dashboard Confessional. It doesn't have much to do with the story, but whenever I hear it, I get the urge to write more ROATT. Sooooo, it's officially ROATT's theme song! Get the song! It's really good! Anyway, I think TCMUWOSCAFC is going on hold for awhile.

Disclaimers: Sita-chan doesn't own any of the Weiß characters in this fic. She's just borrowing them for her own personal amusement. She does, however, own Ivy. Nora is owned by her very good buddy Fae-chan. Please don't sue either of the aforementioned otakus as they are both broke.

Warnings: Yaoi, OOC-ness, angst

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Journal of Nagi Naoe

8/21

It's been almost two days. Two days since Ivy, Schuldig, and our fearless leader went off to Italy. Things have been going remarkably well around here. I haven't blown up the school, Farfarello hasn't killed anyone important, and Nora hasn't gone crazy from being stuck with the two of us. Another plus. Balinese and Omi haven't escaped yet...When the hell did I start thinking of him as Omi? Anyway, I think Abyssinian and Siberian are looking for an underground hideout or something. They'd never suspect that we're hiding in a normal apartment. I think we need to get ourselves an underground hideout. That'd be pretty damn cool.

I hate school. I hate it so fucking much. Just thought I'd add that little tidbit. The kids there hate me because I'm different and because they don't understand me. The teachers hate me because I know what I'm doing, but I don't have to listen to them to understand it. Well, not all the teachers. One of them actually seems to give a flying fuck about me. My calculus teacher, Jake Lyons. He's from America. Lyons doesn't understand me, but he tries, unlike the other slave drivers in this hellhole.

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The bell rang suddenly, jolting me from my journal. I quickly shoved it into my bag and headed for the door.

"Hang on, guys," Lyons said with a smile. "Here are your tests from last week. They weren't nearly as good as I expected. You can do better than that." Collective groans erupted from around me as the morons received their tests. I frowned when I looked at my test. Ninety-six. I usually do much better. I peered at Lyons over the top of it. He grinned at me and gestured for me to stay behind. When all the others had left, he shut the door.

"Nagi, you actually missed one. I'm surprised," he said. I shrugged.

"I've been having a bad week. My dad and my aunt and uncle had to go on a business trip," I said. Lyons nodded.

"So that leaves....you and your sister and your cousin, correct?" I nodded. Lyons frowned. "Nagi, how old is your sister?"

"Seventeen."

"And your cousin?"

"Nineteen."

"How are you getting by?" I shrugged again.

"They left us money." Lyons sighed.

"Look, Nagi....If you need somewhere else to stay, I have extra rooms." I shook my head.

"Lyons, we're fine. We've done this before." Lyons nodded, a little bit reluctantly. I started towards the door, but stopped in the middle of the threshold. "Lyons?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you give a damn?" I turned around to face him. It looked as though my question had caught him off guard.

"What do you mean, Nagi?"

"Why do you care about what happens to me? The other teachers don't give a rat's ass about what goes on outside of school." Lyons looked at me like I was as stupid as everyone else in his class.

"Nagi, I give a damn because you give a damn." I hadn't expected that sort of answer. He cocked his head to the side quizzically. "You're different, Nagi. At first I thought it was just because you cared about what was going on. But there's something else that's different about you." Lyons stared at me, puzzled. "I can't quite place it. But, Nagi, society today despises variety in people. I won't lie to you. You will be discriminated against throughout your life by people who have no hope of understanding who or what you are. But every now and then, you'll find someone who really wants to help you and to know about you." Lyons smiled at me. "I'd like to think of myself as one of those people. Nagi, I think you're extremely smart. Almost a genius. And do you really think that I would spend so much time and effort on you if I didn't think that you'd grow up to change the world?" He messed up my hair. "I'll let you go. Have a nice day, Nagi."

"You too, Lyons." As I walked out of the door and descended the lonely staircase, an odd thought ran through my head:

Maybe Lyons did understand me.

*****

"I'm home!" I yelled. The living room was deserted. I threw my bag on the sofa. "Nora? Farf?" I walked down the hall and peeked into Farfarello's room. He was fast asleep on his bed. It was odd to see Farf in an actual state of sleep. Most of the time, he's just sedated. Nora was kneeling at the side of the bed, humming softly and gazing at her textbook. I smiled inwardly and silently shut the door behind me. I headed into my room, and hit the play button on my stereo. Suddenly, an unfamiliar song came blaring out of my speakers.

Look at you now

Remember how you gave me shit

And I made lemonade out of it

Pass me the sugar and things still won't be right

Look what you've built

Now, are you proud of your deceitful quilt?

Well I won't cover myself in it

The warmth has just been choking me

Thanks, thanks for nothing

I've taken all you've got and started walking

Not broken, still standing

Been ripped apart but now I'm demanding

No more shit

This is it

I'm leaving for myself and no one else

So long, been swell, see you in hell

I paused the song with a smirk. It was Ivy. It had to be. She has an odd obsession with American music. More specifically, punk and ska. The song was definitely Ivy-ish. I sighed wistfully. Listening to that song made me realize how much I missed them. Even Crawford, the bastard. I hit the play button.

What did you say?

Can't hear you buried in the lies that you've laid

I'm breaking myself away from that chain

Too bad that you don't understand why

I'm walking away

And if you're lucky then someday I may

Possibly forgive you for all of it

But not today, but not today

"Thanks for nothing! I've taken all you've got and started walking," a familiar voice sang. "Not broken! Still standing! Been ripped apart but now I'm demanding, no more shit! This is it!" The one and only Ivy Mercoda practically danced into my room. "I'm leaving for myself and no one else! So long, been swell, see you in hell!" I stopped the CD and grinned at her. She opened her arms. "Do I get a hug?"

"Do I have to?"

"Let me think about it for a min- yes." She proceeded to cut of my oxygen. Normally, I would have yanked her off of me, but I'd missed her, so I let it slide. "I missed you, kid."

"You left?"

"Ha, ha."

"Come on, everyone! Let's get to work!" a familiar voice called.

"Mein Gott, Crawford! We've been home for two minutes!" If possible, my grin got even wider. I raced into the living room where Crawford and Schuldig were arguing without really being mad at one another. "Nagi! Did you kill anyone?"

"That's Farf's department."

"Did he kill anyone?"

"Nobody important," I replied with a shrug. "Welcome back, guys." Crawford actually smiled at me, something that's getting rarer by the day.

"Did you guys take care of the place?" he asked me. I nodded.

"Nothing exploded, contrary to popular belief." Both of them smiled.

"Better go check on Weiß," Schuldig said. "Just to make sure they didn't mutate into rabid wolverines or anything." Crawford immediately grew serious.

"Did you get any information?" he asked.

"They're not talking." He frowned.

"We'll have to try harder."

"I'm gonna go check on them," Schuldig said. "Nagi, come with me." I followed our resident telepath into Farfarello's room. Farf was still asleep. Nora was asleep on his stomach with an open textbook next to her. "That's surprisingly homey," Schuldig muttered.

"We'd better be quiet. Just in case they wake up," I whispered. Schuldig nodded. We opened the door, crept inside, and headed into Balinese's room. He looked up at us with a small smile on his face.

"Schu-chan."

"Yo-tan." I wrinkled my nose.

//Yo-tan?\\

//Yo-tan. You got a problem with that?\\

//I'm surprised that you even know his name.\\

//I'm not that shallow. Youji Kudou.\\

//Wow, last name too.\\

//Up yours, chibi.\\

I rolled my eyes as Schuldig untied Balinese.

"I'd rather not sit here and watch you guys make out," I said. Schuldig cocked his head to the side.

"Aw, come on, Nagi. You can join in."

"You're disgusting, Schuldig." Balinese was laughing his ass off. The bastard. Did I have to call him Youji now?

//Yes.\\

Well, that takes care of that question.

"I'm gonna go talk to Omi," I muttered. Schuldig raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's on a first-name basis with the enemy," he said with a smirk. I mentally slapped my forehead. Bal- Youji cocked his head to the side in a very Schu-ish fashion.

"And I thought I was the only one to go over to the dark side," he said. "I've corrupted Omittchi! YES!"

"Look, I'm not trying to screw the guy, all right?!" I yelled. "No matter how much you perverts would enjoy it." Schuldig pretended to be offended.

"Don't call him a pervert!"

"Schu, you know damn good and well that I'm a pervert."

"Nobody knows that better than me, liebe." I groaned.

"Look, you guys can have sex now. I'm leaving." They grinned at me as I left the room.

Damn dirty perverts...

I trudged down the hallway and into Omi's room. He was staring at the wall and looked absolutely miserable. He brightened a little when I sat next to him.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"My arms are killing me," he muttered. I noticed for the first time that his arms were chained to a bar above him, keeping him in an annoyingly uncomfortable position. Maybe I should unlock him....I gave a mental shrug. What the hell? I easily snapped the chains. His massive blue eyes got even bigger. "You...Did you....?" I felt myself smiling. God dammit, mouth! You're not supposed to do that without my permission!

"You haven't figured it out yet? We can all do some fucked up stuff." He looked at me for a few more seconds before smiling back at me.

Weird....

Something kind of....fluttered in my stomach when he smiled at me.

It's probably nothing.

"Are you hungry or something?" I asked suddenly. Omi retained his cute surprised look before blushing slightly and shaking his head.

Hang on....Backtrack.

Cute?!

Whoa, Naoe, get ahold of yourself. Why are you thinking about him like that?

It couldn't be that....that I.....

My eyes widened inadvertently.

Oh, shit.

I had a crush on Omi.

*****

I just sort of sat there for a few seconds, staring wide-eyed at the ground.

I have a crush on him....Shit, I have a crush on the enemy.

As if things couldn't get worse, an annoyingly nasal voice entered my head.

//I toooooooold you\\ Schuldig thought at me in a singsong voice. I gritted my teeth.

//Schuldig, you aren't helping\\ I thought back at him.

//I think he likes you, chibi\\

//What happened to not calling me "chibi?"\\ He ignored me. //Look, Schuldig, no offense or anything, but stay out of my head for the next ten minutes or so, all right?\\

//CHIBI SEX! CHIBI SEX!\\ I clenched my fists. Okay, priority one. Don't kill the German. I constructed a nice set of mental barriers before turning back to Omi. Well, turning back to where he should have been. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was throwing up in the corner.

"What's wrong?" I hurried over to him.

"I'm fine....I'm all right..." He smiled weakly at me before depositing something unpleasant on the floor.

"Shit, Omi, you're sick," I murmured. Nice observation, Nagi. What's next? Da-huuuuurrrr, you've got pretty eyes and they're bluuuuuue! I probably couldn't look more like an idiot if I tried.

"I'll be okay, really. I just-" He stopped in mid-sentence. "You...You called me Omi." I wracked my brain attempting to come up with a response. "Isn't that your name?"

Yep. I'm an idiot. Omi smiled a little bit.

"I'm not Bombay any more?"

"I stopped thinking of you as Bombay awhile ago."

"Good." Good? That was good? He turned away for a few seconds and threw up again. "Because I stopped thinking of you as Prodigy a long time ago." I stared at him in shock for a few seconds before I felt myself smiling. Damn my mouth! It has a mind of its own!

Rather than say something that would make me look stupider, I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to him. He turned slightly red and wiped his mouth off.

"Thanks, Nagi," he said quietly.

There it was again....That fluttering in my stomach.

"You're sick. You need to get to a doctor." I'd never be able to get him out of the house without the others noticing, even with Schuldig's help. Therefore, there was only one thing to do.

And it was not a good thing. I jumped up and unlocked the door.

"Nagi, what-"

"Go." Omi looked at me like I was crazy.

"You're...You're letting me go?"

"You need help. Tell them that you beat me up and escaped." I smiled a bit. He jumped up and grinned. That was the happiest that I'd seen him in a long time.

"I...I don't know what to say besides thank you."

"That's plenty." His smile grew wider. Before I knew what happened, he had given me a hug and ran towards the door. "Omi!" He stopped.

"Yeah?"

I don't know why I did it.

I really, really don't know why.

But I did.

I kissed him.

*****

I'm not a good kisser. Then again, it's not like I've had much practice.

After I kissed him, he stepped back from me, shocked.

Way to go, Nagi. Now you've scared him.

"I'm sorry...." Omi turned red.

"No, it's...I didn't mind." He smiled at me one more time before racing out the door.

...He didn't mind?

What did he mean?

I couldn't dwell on the meaning for long. There was another thing that I had to do. I ran out of the room and into Youji's room. Luckily, they weren't doing anything that would cause a massive nosebleed.

"Schuldig, let him go!" They both looked at me.

"Nagi, what are you-"

"Omi was sick, so I let him escape. If you don't let Youji get out, it'll look like I let Omi out." Youji raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Youji now? Not Balinese?" Schuldig was shocked.

"You let him go?!"

"He was sick! He needed help!"

"He's right," Youji said quietly. "I need to go." He jumped up. Schuldig grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. Both of them seemed to forget that I was STILL IN THE ROOM.

"When will I see you again?" Youji shook his head.

"I...I don't know." He pressed his lips to Schuldig with a weird kind of urgency. It was almost scary. "'Bye, Schu." He smiled almost sadly and raced out of the room. Almost immediately, I heard yelling.

"Madre de Dios, they're out!"

"NAGI! SCHULDIG! GET OUT HERE!"

"Too late, they're gone." Schuldig and I looked at each other before racing into the living room. Crawford, Ivy, Nora, and Farfarello had already gathered in front of a broken window.

"I should have forseen this," Crawford snarled to nobody in particular.

"What happened?" Nora asked, shocked.

"Schuldig called me over," I said quickly. "He said that Balinese was acting weird so I left Bombay for a few seconds."

"Then Bombay got out somehow, came over to Balinese's room, and kicked us both over," Schuldig added in. He's a much better liar than I am.

Crawford had a little vein that was pulsing in his forehead. It looked about ready to pop. It was actually pretty funny.

"I can't believe this....I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Crawford yelled. Nora raced into the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee.

"What's done is done," she called from the kitchen. She hurried back with a large mug of black coffee. Crawford took it and drank it. Coffee's the only thing that really calms Crawford down. "We can't change it. But...." Nora smiled happily.

"But what?" Ivy asked.

"I had a feeling that we'd be stressed out. So, last week, I took the liberty of scheduling us a vacation!"

Crawford spit out a mouthful of coffee.

"A VACATION?!" he yelled. "Nora, there's no way! I'm drowning in paperwork and, besides, there's no way that Esset is going to clear this and-"

"I already cleared it with Esset," Nora said calmly, cutting him off in mid-rant. Crawford's mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before sighing in defeat.

"Fine. A vacation it is. Where?"

"America! More specifically, Disney World!"

My jaw dropped.

There was waaaay too much happiness in Disney World for my taste.

But, still, relaxation would be nice.

It would take my mind off....other things.

Like a certain blond, dart-throwing Weiß boy...

"When do we leave?" I questioned.

"Tomorrow morning. So you'd better get packing."

*****

A few hours later, we were all packed and ready for the next morning. Farfarello desperately wanted to stay home. According to him, there was too much God in Disney World. Crawford made him go. Farf in Disney World should be interesting.

I glanced at my journal which was still sitting on my desk. I didn't want to take it with me. If I did, I'd just end up scribbling about Omi for days. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and if I was constantly thinking about Omi, it wasn't going to be relaxing.

I can't believe I kissed him....

See?! I was already worried!

But still....

It might come in handy.

With a sigh, I jammed my journal into my suitcase.

You never know when you might need it.

OWARI

WHEEEEEE! Day five is COMPLETE! Farf in Disney World....This should be fun to write....I'M GOING TO THE CONVENTION NOW! WOOOOOOO! I'll see you guys around! Pleeeeeease review! *begs*