Late Night Owl
Disclaimer: Let's see, I don't own Weiss Kruez, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Princess Diaries, Center Stage, or Cheetos. I don't *think* I forgot anything.
Chapter four: Movie Night
After a hitting all the sales during a shopping spree, many people come home from the mall weary (from Beating Those Stupid Women Away From My Shirt, Dammit, It's Going to Belong To Me) but happy, and weighted down by several bags. Such was the case with the members of Weiss. Youji was happy and full of energy, Ken was satisfied but slightly worn out, Omi's smile was beginning to ravel around the edges (and *that* took quite a bit), and while silent, Aya's glare seemed to have increased tenfold, if that was possible (On the way back, the redhead's icy gaze scared five dogs, three old ladies and one little kid. It was, Ken figured, a new record.) So if one adds all of these conditions together, it is true that the assassins came home tired, but happy.
Shopping for Aya had proved to be a bit more difficult than expected. Youji had tried (not very tactfully) to steer Aya away from orange. It had worked in the end, but it had been a continuous battle. Also, the redhead had proved to be a bit taller than the standard sizes at most stores. Only slightly, but the blond had declared (loudly) that pants too short were a crime. Most of the other customers in the store had found his dramatics amusing.
In any case, the assassins, finally safe, flopped down on the couches in the basement and dropped their bags. It doubled as a living room for them. Persia found this out once, and had gone ballistic. Something, Ken vaguely remembered, about top secret bases and how people might wander down there if they realized that the basement was commonly used, and something about how incriminating evidence could be discovered and their cover could be blown. Nothing important.
After a few moments, Ken asked, "Hey, why didn't we have to shop for Youji?"
Aya nodded. It didn't seem quite fair that they had to go through this and he didn't.
"Because, my dears, I already *have* all the clothes I need to go clubbing," the blond told them.
"Yes," Ken admitted, "But we're supposed to go undercover. You have to wear things *different* than what we wear every day."
"I'll have you know that I have a completely different wardrobe for clubbing, thankyouverymuch!"
Aya said, "That's useless."
"Aw, what do *you* know anyway? You don't even have a girlfriend."
"Neither do you," Ken told him. "Technically."
"You know, Aya," said Omi thoughtfully, "Perhaps you shouldn't have glared at that saleslady so."
Aya turned to glare at *him* for that remark.
The youngest member continued, seemingly oblivious to Aya's glaring. "We had to do an awfully lot of fast talking to avoid a restraining order." Glaring is not normally grounds for such a thing, but people tend to ignore that idea when it comes to Aya. "She was just making a simple suggestion."
"A simple suggestion," the redhead muttered indignantly, "does not include such-such rude comments!" And, he added silently, she patted my rear end.
Youji went over to Aya and considered draping his arm around his shoulders but decided against it; he wanted to keep that arm. "She was just hitting on you, my friend. You should've just gone along with it! She was pretty cute!" He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and took a look at the phone number he'd gotten from her. The "fast talking" that Omi mentioned was actually more like "sweet talking" that resulted somehow in Youji getting a date.
The lanky blond then turned his attention towards Omi. "Now, Omitichi, we need to get to work on your hair."
"My hair?"
"Yes, we're going to put streaks in it, remember?" After a brief search through a box he kept in the basement, Youji pulled out and triumphantly held up a small box of hair dye.
The victim of choice winced. He had assumed Yo-tan had forgotten about it, since they hadn't gone to a salon.
"It's a lot cheaper to do it at home, and it'll look great on you." Youji started pulling stuff out of the box.
"Oh!" Ken exclaimed as an idea struck him. "I'll go get snacks! We can have a little make-over party, or a sleep-over or something!" He then proceeded to flounce up the stairs the stairs, presumably to get snacks, like he said.
Aya just stared at all of them. Omi was, though wide-eyed in horror, submitting meekly, the diabolical gleam was back in Youji's eyes, and Ken was probably going to giggle like one of the girls who came to their shop. They were, Aya figured, going to break out the hair curlers and nail polish any second now.
Well, maybe not the nail polish, but he knew for a fact that the tall blond had curlers. He had seen him wearing them once (along with the facial mask and the cucumbers over the eyes). Nightmares had plagued Aya for weeks afterwards. Even now, he shuddered at the memory.
Ken came back down the stairs with popcorn, chips, soda, and some videos. "You're awfully quiet, Aya," he said, interrupting the redhead's thoughts.
"Hn."
"Oh," the brunette said, looking sad and sympathetic as if Aya had just told him a huge sob story. Then he brightened. "I know what'll cheer you right up! I've brought some of my favorite movies." The redhead winced. "Here, let me show you," he added, putting the concessions down on the table.
Aya looked skeptical. He knew Ken's taste in this sort of thing.
"I've got." Ken said as he propped the case up so he could gesture towards it like those girls do the prizes on Jeopardy. "10 Things I Hate About You. Always a good one, not matter how many times one sees it." At this, Omi nodded emphatically in agreement. "Also The Princess Diaries, which is a personal favorite of mine. And last but certainly not least, The Wedding Planner. Oh, I almost forgot! Center Stage!"
Silently, the leader of the group groaned.
The youngest member of the group bounced up and down with excitement until his supposed hairdresser told him to stop before he ended up mangling his hair.
"Those are stupid movies. I don't want to watch them," Youji interjected, trying to sound disgusted. In reality, he liked movies like those. He had a library of romantic comedies hidden carefully behind his "romance" movies (which weren't too horribly romantic, if their R rating was any indication) in his room. And that collection he had made pretty hard to find if one didn't know where it was.
Looking disappointed, Ken started gathering up the movies. Seeing this, Youji decided he had to act fast. "But," he added with a disdainful sniff, "I will if you insist."
Cheering, the ex-soccer player put the first movie in the VCR.
Aya put his head in his hands. Idly, he wondered what Persia would do if he knew that they used the screen in the basement for TV and movies, too. He then thought back guiltily to the 24-hour Audrey Hepburn fest last month and decided that telling him would not be a good revenge.
A quick peek told him that Omi was enjoying it. The young blond (who now had a few red streaks in his hair) was laughing while Youji was telling him to stop it, but laughing himself. Ken was eating popcorn between giggles.
Well, Aya thought while stealing another glance at Omi, at least someone's enjoying it. The redhead then opened up a bag of Cheetos and glared violently at Ken when he suggested they braid hair. ("But everyone *else* gets to do it at sleepovers, Aya!")
I'm really not satisfied with this chapter. But review anyway, please! I was going to make it black streaks in Omitichi's hair, because I wasn't really sure and it was random selection, but the wonderful people who reviewed said red. ^_^ Oh, and if anyone was looking for it, I'm sorry that I didn't show the shopping trip for Aya. I just didn't want to make half the story about their shopping expeditions, as wonderful as that would be. And shopping for Aya would be hard to write. _
Disclaimer: Let's see, I don't own Weiss Kruez, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Princess Diaries, Center Stage, or Cheetos. I don't *think* I forgot anything.
Chapter four: Movie Night
After a hitting all the sales during a shopping spree, many people come home from the mall weary (from Beating Those Stupid Women Away From My Shirt, Dammit, It's Going to Belong To Me) but happy, and weighted down by several bags. Such was the case with the members of Weiss. Youji was happy and full of energy, Ken was satisfied but slightly worn out, Omi's smile was beginning to ravel around the edges (and *that* took quite a bit), and while silent, Aya's glare seemed to have increased tenfold, if that was possible (On the way back, the redhead's icy gaze scared five dogs, three old ladies and one little kid. It was, Ken figured, a new record.) So if one adds all of these conditions together, it is true that the assassins came home tired, but happy.
Shopping for Aya had proved to be a bit more difficult than expected. Youji had tried (not very tactfully) to steer Aya away from orange. It had worked in the end, but it had been a continuous battle. Also, the redhead had proved to be a bit taller than the standard sizes at most stores. Only slightly, but the blond had declared (loudly) that pants too short were a crime. Most of the other customers in the store had found his dramatics amusing.
In any case, the assassins, finally safe, flopped down on the couches in the basement and dropped their bags. It doubled as a living room for them. Persia found this out once, and had gone ballistic. Something, Ken vaguely remembered, about top secret bases and how people might wander down there if they realized that the basement was commonly used, and something about how incriminating evidence could be discovered and their cover could be blown. Nothing important.
After a few moments, Ken asked, "Hey, why didn't we have to shop for Youji?"
Aya nodded. It didn't seem quite fair that they had to go through this and he didn't.
"Because, my dears, I already *have* all the clothes I need to go clubbing," the blond told them.
"Yes," Ken admitted, "But we're supposed to go undercover. You have to wear things *different* than what we wear every day."
"I'll have you know that I have a completely different wardrobe for clubbing, thankyouverymuch!"
Aya said, "That's useless."
"Aw, what do *you* know anyway? You don't even have a girlfriend."
"Neither do you," Ken told him. "Technically."
"You know, Aya," said Omi thoughtfully, "Perhaps you shouldn't have glared at that saleslady so."
Aya turned to glare at *him* for that remark.
The youngest member continued, seemingly oblivious to Aya's glaring. "We had to do an awfully lot of fast talking to avoid a restraining order." Glaring is not normally grounds for such a thing, but people tend to ignore that idea when it comes to Aya. "She was just making a simple suggestion."
"A simple suggestion," the redhead muttered indignantly, "does not include such-such rude comments!" And, he added silently, she patted my rear end.
Youji went over to Aya and considered draping his arm around his shoulders but decided against it; he wanted to keep that arm. "She was just hitting on you, my friend. You should've just gone along with it! She was pretty cute!" He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and took a look at the phone number he'd gotten from her. The "fast talking" that Omi mentioned was actually more like "sweet talking" that resulted somehow in Youji getting a date.
The lanky blond then turned his attention towards Omi. "Now, Omitichi, we need to get to work on your hair."
"My hair?"
"Yes, we're going to put streaks in it, remember?" After a brief search through a box he kept in the basement, Youji pulled out and triumphantly held up a small box of hair dye.
The victim of choice winced. He had assumed Yo-tan had forgotten about it, since they hadn't gone to a salon.
"It's a lot cheaper to do it at home, and it'll look great on you." Youji started pulling stuff out of the box.
"Oh!" Ken exclaimed as an idea struck him. "I'll go get snacks! We can have a little make-over party, or a sleep-over or something!" He then proceeded to flounce up the stairs the stairs, presumably to get snacks, like he said.
Aya just stared at all of them. Omi was, though wide-eyed in horror, submitting meekly, the diabolical gleam was back in Youji's eyes, and Ken was probably going to giggle like one of the girls who came to their shop. They were, Aya figured, going to break out the hair curlers and nail polish any second now.
Well, maybe not the nail polish, but he knew for a fact that the tall blond had curlers. He had seen him wearing them once (along with the facial mask and the cucumbers over the eyes). Nightmares had plagued Aya for weeks afterwards. Even now, he shuddered at the memory.
Ken came back down the stairs with popcorn, chips, soda, and some videos. "You're awfully quiet, Aya," he said, interrupting the redhead's thoughts.
"Hn."
"Oh," the brunette said, looking sad and sympathetic as if Aya had just told him a huge sob story. Then he brightened. "I know what'll cheer you right up! I've brought some of my favorite movies." The redhead winced. "Here, let me show you," he added, putting the concessions down on the table.
Aya looked skeptical. He knew Ken's taste in this sort of thing.
"I've got." Ken said as he propped the case up so he could gesture towards it like those girls do the prizes on Jeopardy. "10 Things I Hate About You. Always a good one, not matter how many times one sees it." At this, Omi nodded emphatically in agreement. "Also The Princess Diaries, which is a personal favorite of mine. And last but certainly not least, The Wedding Planner. Oh, I almost forgot! Center Stage!"
Silently, the leader of the group groaned.
The youngest member of the group bounced up and down with excitement until his supposed hairdresser told him to stop before he ended up mangling his hair.
"Those are stupid movies. I don't want to watch them," Youji interjected, trying to sound disgusted. In reality, he liked movies like those. He had a library of romantic comedies hidden carefully behind his "romance" movies (which weren't too horribly romantic, if their R rating was any indication) in his room. And that collection he had made pretty hard to find if one didn't know where it was.
Looking disappointed, Ken started gathering up the movies. Seeing this, Youji decided he had to act fast. "But," he added with a disdainful sniff, "I will if you insist."
Cheering, the ex-soccer player put the first movie in the VCR.
Aya put his head in his hands. Idly, he wondered what Persia would do if he knew that they used the screen in the basement for TV and movies, too. He then thought back guiltily to the 24-hour Audrey Hepburn fest last month and decided that telling him would not be a good revenge.
A quick peek told him that Omi was enjoying it. The young blond (who now had a few red streaks in his hair) was laughing while Youji was telling him to stop it, but laughing himself. Ken was eating popcorn between giggles.
Well, Aya thought while stealing another glance at Omi, at least someone's enjoying it. The redhead then opened up a bag of Cheetos and glared violently at Ken when he suggested they braid hair. ("But everyone *else* gets to do it at sleepovers, Aya!")
I'm really not satisfied with this chapter. But review anyway, please! I was going to make it black streaks in Omitichi's hair, because I wasn't really sure and it was random selection, but the wonderful people who reviewed said red. ^_^ Oh, and if anyone was looking for it, I'm sorry that I didn't show the shopping trip for Aya. I just didn't want to make half the story about their shopping expeditions, as wonderful as that would be. And shopping for Aya would be hard to write. _