"No! I absolutely refuse to share a room with him for one more night! I'd
rather share with Ken, in Ken's room, than share with that . . . creature
for one more night! I- "
"Yohji, SHUT UP!" All the noise in the kitchen stopped and everyone looked up. It was uncharacteristic of Aya to talk to Yohji, let alone yell at him. The redhead looked about ready to hit Yohji, but settled for talking in a quiet - if strained - voice. "If you want to share with Ken that badly, go ahead." He turned to Crawford. "Do you want to move to Yohji's room, or should I?" he asked
"If you move to Yohji's room, Farfarello and I will be in your room," Crawford reminded him. Aya just nodded and gestured for Crawford to answer the question. "We'll take Yohji's. There's no sense in making you leave your room." Aya nodded his thanks and told Yohji to move his things into Ken's room.
Schwarz had been there for a week, and nerves were getting high for everyone. The only good that had come from it - at least in Ken's opinion - was that Aya seemed to be having fewer nightmares. They were ready to divide the living room into bedrooms, but only stopped because Manx had told them that the sharing was temporary.
At that moment, Manx entered the apartment. "Hello Weiss - What happened here?" She asked, looking around the room. There were papers scattered all over the table and countertops, the fridge was slightly open, it looked like the dishes hadn't been done in months, and all eight of the assassins were in dirty-looking clothes. In short-it may as well have been a war zone.
"The bedrooms are worse," Nagi commented offhandedly. Manx's eyebrows rose at that statement, but she managed to keep silent about the house keeping.
"I have some good news for you," she announced. Omi, Nagi, Ken, and Crawford looked at her, Farfarello played with the eggbeater, Schuldich continued to eat his cereal, and Aya yawned. "Where is Yohji?" she asked, noticing the absence of flirting.
"He's moving his stuff into Ken's room. Aya pulled rank on him," Schuldich said, snickering. "YOHJI! Get down here!" he called up the stairs. A few moments later, a very sweaty Yohji emerged, panting.
"Kritiker has decided that now is as good a time as any to add onto the flower shop. You can have a four-month vacation while we remodel," Manx announced to the eight assassins. She received six happy looks, a light smirk, and an impassive nod. Deciding that that was the best she was going to get, she continued. "Kritiker would prefer all of you going to Villa White for the vacation. That way, the eight of you will get to know one another better in less cramped quarters."
"When are we supposed to leave?" Crawford asked.
"You can leave as soon as you want, but you have to leave by the end of next week."
~~
Three hours later, they were all piled into a van, headed to Villa White for a four-month vacation. The van was pulling a trailer, carrying everything they 'couldn't live without', i.e. computers, hair products, random kitchen appliances, soccer equipment, and two entire walk-in closets worth of clothes.
And after five hours of driving, a certain telepath was getting bored.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Hn."
"How about now?"
"Schuldich, if you don't cut it out, I'm going to throw you out the window."
"Bra~ad! Yohji's being mean to me!!"
"You deserve it."
"That's not fair! I wasn't doing anything wrong!"
" . . . "
"Shut up, Aya."
~~
"I have to go to the bathroom!"
"You should have gone before we left."
"Aya, that's cruel! Even if I had gone before we left, there's no way I could drink an entire Route 44** without having to go again! Besides, we've been in the car for HOURS!"
"Hush, Yohji."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
"Hey! Crawford's not supposed to be on Aya's side!"
"I know!"
And that formed the bond between two self-proclaimed gods of love and seduction.
~~
"Hey Aya?"
"Hn."
"What are you thinking about?"
"If you go into my mind, Schuldich, being thrown out the window will be he least of your worries."
"What can you do to me?"
"Finding out will require my doing them to you."
"I like the sound of that!"
"You won't enjoy it."
"How do you know?"
"Brad and I compared notes on team members."
~~
Finally, after a ten-hour** drive to Villa White, they arrived, some calmer than others.
"Yohji, get back here and take your punishment like a man!"
"Bu if I wait any longer, I'll wet myself!"
"I know that! Now get back here!"
~~
"So where are we sleeping tonight?" Nagi asked quietly upon entering the cottage.
"Pick a room. We'll deal with the real arrangements tomorrow," Omi answered.
"Yeah, Aya rarely sleeps the first night anyway. He just sits on the balcony, and then complains about being sick the next day," Yohji added.
"I don't get sick. I complain about your cooking being bad enough to poison even Ken," Aya corrected as he entered the room.
~~
The next morning, as expected, Aya was complaining about Yohji's cooking, and Yohji was pretending to be insulted.
"Aya, if you don't like my cooking, you can just make your own." The redhead in question stood up and headed to the stove. Yohji immediately stepped in front of him. "Aya, I was just kidding! Come on! I've been practicing since last time!"
"Yeah, he's only hospitalized one date since last time we were here! He's either getting better, or he's been ordering more take-out!" Ken offered.
"If you hate his cooking so much, why do you let him cook?" Farfarello asked, acting as the voice of reason. Weiss was shocked, but the ex-members of Schwarz knew that the Irish man wasn't half as mad as he let people believe.
"It's really not that bad," Aya explained.
"Then . . . why do you complain about it?" Nagi asked, confused.
"At first his cooking was awful," Omi explained. "We had to cut one vacation short because we all got food poisoning. But he's gotten better."
"Complaining about his cooking is a habit," Aya finished, accepting a plate from Yohji and getting himself a cup of coffee.
~~
"So, let me get this straight, four of us will still have to share a room?" Schuldich asked.
Omi nodded. "Yes, there are only six bedrooms. Nagi and I have talked to Brad and Aya, and we decided that Nagi and I will share one of them, and Brad will continue sharing with Farfarello. He said that Farfarello's been calmer since he started sharing a room with Brad." Schuldich nodded his agreement and headed to the van to move his things.
The arrangement was that Omi and Nagi would have the room under the stairs, and Brad and Farfarello would have the room next to that. Schuldich would have the room at the top of the stairs, Yohji would have the room to the right of his. Ken had the room to the left of Schuldich's, and Aya was across the hall from Ken; somehow or another, he still managed to get the biggest, and best-kept, balcony in the house.
~~
A/N: I love Sonic's Route 44 drinks! If memory serves correctly, they are at least double the size of a large. If someone remembers the size better, please correct me on that. All I know is that my brother has yet to finish one, and he's been ordering them for . . . eight years. Also, I have no idea how long it would take to get to Villa White, it just fit my purposes for it to be ten hours. Please review and let me know what you think so far. This chapter had a bit more humor than I was planning, but I think it turned out fairly well. Oh, and I do know that I'm changing the layout of Villa White to suite my needs, but that's one of the perks of being an author, right?
"Yohji, SHUT UP!" All the noise in the kitchen stopped and everyone looked up. It was uncharacteristic of Aya to talk to Yohji, let alone yell at him. The redhead looked about ready to hit Yohji, but settled for talking in a quiet - if strained - voice. "If you want to share with Ken that badly, go ahead." He turned to Crawford. "Do you want to move to Yohji's room, or should I?" he asked
"If you move to Yohji's room, Farfarello and I will be in your room," Crawford reminded him. Aya just nodded and gestured for Crawford to answer the question. "We'll take Yohji's. There's no sense in making you leave your room." Aya nodded his thanks and told Yohji to move his things into Ken's room.
Schwarz had been there for a week, and nerves were getting high for everyone. The only good that had come from it - at least in Ken's opinion - was that Aya seemed to be having fewer nightmares. They were ready to divide the living room into bedrooms, but only stopped because Manx had told them that the sharing was temporary.
At that moment, Manx entered the apartment. "Hello Weiss - What happened here?" She asked, looking around the room. There were papers scattered all over the table and countertops, the fridge was slightly open, it looked like the dishes hadn't been done in months, and all eight of the assassins were in dirty-looking clothes. In short-it may as well have been a war zone.
"The bedrooms are worse," Nagi commented offhandedly. Manx's eyebrows rose at that statement, but she managed to keep silent about the house keeping.
"I have some good news for you," she announced. Omi, Nagi, Ken, and Crawford looked at her, Farfarello played with the eggbeater, Schuldich continued to eat his cereal, and Aya yawned. "Where is Yohji?" she asked, noticing the absence of flirting.
"He's moving his stuff into Ken's room. Aya pulled rank on him," Schuldich said, snickering. "YOHJI! Get down here!" he called up the stairs. A few moments later, a very sweaty Yohji emerged, panting.
"Kritiker has decided that now is as good a time as any to add onto the flower shop. You can have a four-month vacation while we remodel," Manx announced to the eight assassins. She received six happy looks, a light smirk, and an impassive nod. Deciding that that was the best she was going to get, she continued. "Kritiker would prefer all of you going to Villa White for the vacation. That way, the eight of you will get to know one another better in less cramped quarters."
"When are we supposed to leave?" Crawford asked.
"You can leave as soon as you want, but you have to leave by the end of next week."
~~
Three hours later, they were all piled into a van, headed to Villa White for a four-month vacation. The van was pulling a trailer, carrying everything they 'couldn't live without', i.e. computers, hair products, random kitchen appliances, soccer equipment, and two entire walk-in closets worth of clothes.
And after five hours of driving, a certain telepath was getting bored.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Hn."
"How about now?"
"Schuldich, if you don't cut it out, I'm going to throw you out the window."
"Bra~ad! Yohji's being mean to me!!"
"You deserve it."
"That's not fair! I wasn't doing anything wrong!"
" . . . "
"Shut up, Aya."
~~
"I have to go to the bathroom!"
"You should have gone before we left."
"Aya, that's cruel! Even if I had gone before we left, there's no way I could drink an entire Route 44** without having to go again! Besides, we've been in the car for HOURS!"
"Hush, Yohji."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
"Hey! Crawford's not supposed to be on Aya's side!"
"I know!"
And that formed the bond between two self-proclaimed gods of love and seduction.
~~
"Hey Aya?"
"Hn."
"What are you thinking about?"
"If you go into my mind, Schuldich, being thrown out the window will be he least of your worries."
"What can you do to me?"
"Finding out will require my doing them to you."
"I like the sound of that!"
"You won't enjoy it."
"How do you know?"
"Brad and I compared notes on team members."
~~
Finally, after a ten-hour** drive to Villa White, they arrived, some calmer than others.
"Yohji, get back here and take your punishment like a man!"
"Bu if I wait any longer, I'll wet myself!"
"I know that! Now get back here!"
~~
"So where are we sleeping tonight?" Nagi asked quietly upon entering the cottage.
"Pick a room. We'll deal with the real arrangements tomorrow," Omi answered.
"Yeah, Aya rarely sleeps the first night anyway. He just sits on the balcony, and then complains about being sick the next day," Yohji added.
"I don't get sick. I complain about your cooking being bad enough to poison even Ken," Aya corrected as he entered the room.
~~
The next morning, as expected, Aya was complaining about Yohji's cooking, and Yohji was pretending to be insulted.
"Aya, if you don't like my cooking, you can just make your own." The redhead in question stood up and headed to the stove. Yohji immediately stepped in front of him. "Aya, I was just kidding! Come on! I've been practicing since last time!"
"Yeah, he's only hospitalized one date since last time we were here! He's either getting better, or he's been ordering more take-out!" Ken offered.
"If you hate his cooking so much, why do you let him cook?" Farfarello asked, acting as the voice of reason. Weiss was shocked, but the ex-members of Schwarz knew that the Irish man wasn't half as mad as he let people believe.
"It's really not that bad," Aya explained.
"Then . . . why do you complain about it?" Nagi asked, confused.
"At first his cooking was awful," Omi explained. "We had to cut one vacation short because we all got food poisoning. But he's gotten better."
"Complaining about his cooking is a habit," Aya finished, accepting a plate from Yohji and getting himself a cup of coffee.
~~
"So, let me get this straight, four of us will still have to share a room?" Schuldich asked.
Omi nodded. "Yes, there are only six bedrooms. Nagi and I have talked to Brad and Aya, and we decided that Nagi and I will share one of them, and Brad will continue sharing with Farfarello. He said that Farfarello's been calmer since he started sharing a room with Brad." Schuldich nodded his agreement and headed to the van to move his things.
The arrangement was that Omi and Nagi would have the room under the stairs, and Brad and Farfarello would have the room next to that. Schuldich would have the room at the top of the stairs, Yohji would have the room to the right of his. Ken had the room to the left of Schuldich's, and Aya was across the hall from Ken; somehow or another, he still managed to get the biggest, and best-kept, balcony in the house.
~~
A/N: I love Sonic's Route 44 drinks! If memory serves correctly, they are at least double the size of a large. If someone remembers the size better, please correct me on that. All I know is that my brother has yet to finish one, and he's been ordering them for . . . eight years. Also, I have no idea how long it would take to get to Villa White, it just fit my purposes for it to be ten hours. Please review and let me know what you think so far. This chapter had a bit more humor than I was planning, but I think it turned out fairly well. Oh, and I do know that I'm changing the layout of Villa White to suite my needs, but that's one of the perks of being an author, right?
