A/N: This is in honor of Halloween. May thy Trick-Or-Treating yield much
bounty (candy). Also, this is the last thing I will ever publish on this
fic (probably. . .) and I REALLY REALLY want 50 reviews before I end it!
So, please review for me! I only need five more . . .
Warnings: Bored author. Gravitation references.
EPILOGUE
Omi knocked timidly on Aya's door.
"Come in, Tsukiyono," Aya said from within the room. Omi never could figure out how Aya knew who was knocking on the door, seeing as Omi never made any identifying noise. Omi had concluded that if he knew the answer to this dilemma, he would know a lot more about Aya and the world in general than he currently did.
"Um . . . Aya, I have a favor to ask . . ."
*
Once again Weiss was gathered in the back room to discuss a serious issue.
Once again, Omi was the focus of the problem.
"Tsukiyono wants to go Trick-Or-Treating," Aya announced, glaring at no one in particular. "He wants one of you to take him."
Yohji flipped open his book. "Sorry, I can't help you there," he said sweetly to Aya. "You see, I have to go to this club, this girl said she'd dress up as . . ."
"Don't tell us," Ken interrupted. "Anyway, Aya, I'm really sorry but my soccer kids are having a party and I need to be there."
"Omi," Yohji said suddenly, "what are you dressing up as?"
Omi blushed. "Um . . . Shindou Shuichi."
There was silence. . . . A lot of it. Finally:
"Your hair isn't pink," Ken stated.
Omi promptly held up a bottle of pink hair dye. "That's why I want Aya-kun with me! Because he'd be a really good Hiro!"
"Well, he would," Yohji agreed. "Guess you're stuck with parenting duty again, Aya."
"NO!" Aya screamed, drawing his katana.
Ken calmly removed the katana from his hand. "We need to darken his hair a little," he said thoughtfully. "And do something with the perpetual evil look. Hiro's supposed to be, well, nice."
"Black jeans, a white shirt, and a black jean half-jacket!" Yohji said triumphantly, holding up a pile of clothing. "And I found for Omi an orange jacket, and those green pants that really clash." He and Ken grabbed Aya and pulled him toward the bathroom. "Come on," Yohji urged, "We need to dye your hair."
*
"Wow, Aya! You look like Hiro!" Ken exclaimed with delight, looking at Aya's newly dyed hair. Omi's hair was now pink.
"Ah, Omi," Yohji said faintly from where he'd been closing the dye bottle.
"What?" Omi inquired.
"This dye is permanent."
"SHI-NE TSUKIYONO!"
*
"Okay, you're all ready," Yohji proclaimed. "Now I need some pictures." He held up a camera.
"No," Aya said firmly.
"Please Aya-kun!" Omi begged.
There was the flash of a camera.
"Smile," said Ken.
Aya attempted to smile. It looked more like a grimace.
"Noooooo Aya, really smile!" Yohji insisted from behind his camera.
"Kill me now," Aya muttered.
"What was that Aya-san?" Omi inquired innocently.
". . . Nothing."
"Of course," Omi agreed. He handed Aya a plastic bag to hold candy in and dragged him out the door.
Thank you for reading! ^_^ I'm sorry if I said I'd put someone in this fic and I didn't. I couldn't fit in everyone I wanted to! If anyone has an idea for a new fic for me to write, please tell me. Thanks everyone! And, please review!
Warnings: Bored author. Gravitation references.
EPILOGUE
Omi knocked timidly on Aya's door.
"Come in, Tsukiyono," Aya said from within the room. Omi never could figure out how Aya knew who was knocking on the door, seeing as Omi never made any identifying noise. Omi had concluded that if he knew the answer to this dilemma, he would know a lot more about Aya and the world in general than he currently did.
"Um . . . Aya, I have a favor to ask . . ."
*
Once again Weiss was gathered in the back room to discuss a serious issue.
Once again, Omi was the focus of the problem.
"Tsukiyono wants to go Trick-Or-Treating," Aya announced, glaring at no one in particular. "He wants one of you to take him."
Yohji flipped open his book. "Sorry, I can't help you there," he said sweetly to Aya. "You see, I have to go to this club, this girl said she'd dress up as . . ."
"Don't tell us," Ken interrupted. "Anyway, Aya, I'm really sorry but my soccer kids are having a party and I need to be there."
"Omi," Yohji said suddenly, "what are you dressing up as?"
Omi blushed. "Um . . . Shindou Shuichi."
There was silence. . . . A lot of it. Finally:
"Your hair isn't pink," Ken stated.
Omi promptly held up a bottle of pink hair dye. "That's why I want Aya-kun with me! Because he'd be a really good Hiro!"
"Well, he would," Yohji agreed. "Guess you're stuck with parenting duty again, Aya."
"NO!" Aya screamed, drawing his katana.
Ken calmly removed the katana from his hand. "We need to darken his hair a little," he said thoughtfully. "And do something with the perpetual evil look. Hiro's supposed to be, well, nice."
"Black jeans, a white shirt, and a black jean half-jacket!" Yohji said triumphantly, holding up a pile of clothing. "And I found for Omi an orange jacket, and those green pants that really clash." He and Ken grabbed Aya and pulled him toward the bathroom. "Come on," Yohji urged, "We need to dye your hair."
*
"Wow, Aya! You look like Hiro!" Ken exclaimed with delight, looking at Aya's newly dyed hair. Omi's hair was now pink.
"Ah, Omi," Yohji said faintly from where he'd been closing the dye bottle.
"What?" Omi inquired.
"This dye is permanent."
"SHI-NE TSUKIYONO!"
*
"Okay, you're all ready," Yohji proclaimed. "Now I need some pictures." He held up a camera.
"No," Aya said firmly.
"Please Aya-kun!" Omi begged.
There was the flash of a camera.
"Smile," said Ken.
Aya attempted to smile. It looked more like a grimace.
"Noooooo Aya, really smile!" Yohji insisted from behind his camera.
"Kill me now," Aya muttered.
"What was that Aya-san?" Omi inquired innocently.
". . . Nothing."
"Of course," Omi agreed. He handed Aya a plastic bag to hold candy in and dragged him out the door.
Thank you for reading! ^_^ I'm sorry if I said I'd put someone in this fic and I didn't. I couldn't fit in everyone I wanted to! If anyone has an idea for a new fic for me to write, please tell me. Thanks everyone! And, please review!