A/N: Just in case you're wondering, because for some reason you missed it the first 6 times, I don't own Weiss. Thanks once again to all my wonderful reviewers! You're all awesome! I apologize this chapter is so long overdue.
Warnings: More Ken abuse. But who doesn't love Ken abuse? And erm . . . I'm sorry for random insanity. If you've come this far, you should be aware, but . . . it's only a warning.
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Crawford slid farther onto the ice. Aya gritted his teeth. He didn't have his sword, and there was nothing around that would serve as a substitute. Besides, he couldn't skate. As things stood, he was completely useless in this battle. Youji could attack from afar, and Omi and Ken were ready to attack up front. Omi happened to be the fastest on skates, but he was a long range fighter, so it wouldn't do him much good.
Schwarz didn't look ready to attack them, but then again, the lack of weapons really wasn't very assuring. They waited.
"Ken-ken," Schuldig smirked, tossing a glance, "I've missed you."
"Likewise." Ken spat, "I've been waiting for a chance to bash your head in."
"Awww, I'm hurt," Schuldig said sarcastically, "Remember the plan." Schuldig shouted, so that all of Schwarz heard. Nagi nodded at the orders, Farfarello bore a look of disgust. He didn't want to miss any vital organs this time.
"What plan. . .?" Crawford smirked, pushed up his glasses, and somehow made it up to Ken before anyone knew what had happened. Ken widened his eyes, opening his mouth, but no sound came out as he fell to his knees.
"KEN-KUN!" Omi was the first to shout, throwing several vengeful darts at Crawford, who dodged them without trouble. Youji threw his wire into the scene, but mastermind was still able to catch it before it wound around his neck.
"What the hell did you do, Crawford?!" Schuldig yelled angrily, throwing the wire he'd caught to the side and looking back at Ken, addressing Crawford once more, "You jerk! That wasn't part the plan!"
"Stop whining, I only knocked him out."
"You weren't supposed to hurt him! We've done enough!"
While the two were arguing, Omi came to Ken's side, and slung his arm over his shoulder. Aya saw what Omi was doing and gave himself a push off the edge of the rink, trying to reach them as fast as possible, but Farfarello stepped out to guard him. He slipped.
"Leave." Aya ordered Omi, as he dragged himself up off the ice.
"But. . ." Omi redistributed Ken's weight over his shoulder. Without him or Ken there, they didn't stand a chance.
"You heard what I said." Aya emphasized, "Now leave!" Omi hesitated, unable to think straight. He needed to get Ken out of there, but he couldn't leave Youji and Aya alone.
"Sorry," Schuldig jumped over, blocking the exit Omi was supposed to have used and grabbing Ken's limp body carefully, "But I'll be taking that."
Omi widened his eyes holding Ken's body closer, and pushed himself away from the enemy, and the enemy away from Ken, sending a few projectiles in the opposite direction. Skidding across the ice, he realized he had just thrown his last dart.
"Omi!" Youji called from the sidelines, "Catch!" Something flew through the air and hit him in the face. Youji cringed, "sorry!"
Pulling the object off of his face, Omi rubbed his head, suddenly realizing that the object Youji had thrown him was . . . an apple? Omi looked, blank expression across his face, from the apple, then to Youji, then back to the apple again . . . and looked up to see Youji give him the 'ok' sign with a wink.
Omi glared. What the heck was his problem!? This was a serious battle! Youji tried to stay quiet, making several hand motions of cutting the apple, and then throwing it toward Schuldig. "Cut the apple, and throw the pieces!" He hissed in a whisper. "Trust me!"
"Trust you?" Omi glared, "Okay! You know what? Fine!" he dropped Ken unceremoniously and drew out a pocketknife he carried. He was glad he hadn't thrown it out before in desperation. He sliced the apple into four pieces, and threw one at the advancing orange-headed Schwarz member.
"Gah!" Schuldig dodged the piece, cringing as he watched the apple juice skid across the ice, "You little. . . HOW THE HECK DID YOU KNOW I'M ALLERGIC TO APPLES?!"
Omi widened his eyes. Allergic? No way . . . like. . . deathly allergic? Well, he supposed if it could happen with peanuts, it could happen with anything. He shrugged, throwing another piece. Schuldig dodged, but the next one came too fast, and it hit him on the bare skin of his neck. He gasped in fear.
Crawford looked over at Schuldig, where mastermind had already begun to clutch his neck and gasp for air. "Oh, great." He put his hand to his head, "Farfarello! Nagi! Let's head out. Schuldig forgot his Epi-pen again."
/mass face fault/
Schwarz was actually . . . leaving?
"Oh, yeah!" Youji grinned at their backs, superiorly on the sidelines. He cupped his hands after them. "How do you like them apples?!"
Aya, still struggling on the ice, wobbled slightly and fell down. Omi was still staring in Schwarz's retreating direction. He couldn't believe it was so easy. Ken was opening his eyes.
"Hey Omi?" Ken looked up dizzily, "Am I in Kansas anymore?"
Omi sighed heavily, but he couldn't help smiling, "No, Ken. I don't think you ever were."
"Oh," the brown-haired assassin smiled lopsidedly, "Right." And he was out.
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"That was completely irresponsible of you!" Omi paced the room, with the occasional angry glance at the two culprits on the couch. Youji yawned, and Aya. . .well. . .looked like Aya. "Especially you!" Omi pointed a finger at Youji, "What were you thinking? 'Well, we haven't had a mission in awhile, so it's okay to leave the shop unattended and go on a vacation?' You were both completely off guard."
"But if we hadn't come, this wouldn't have worked" Youji teased, shaking a finger at him. Omi blushed first with embarrassment, which turned into anger.
"You call –this- a success?!" Omi pointed the accusation finger in the direction of the bed, which had seemed to have been Ken's best friend for the past couple hours.
"Yes, it was foolish." Aya looked down, "We shouldn't keep things from each other anymore."
"Thank you, Aya." Omi looked pleased.
"But you have to admit, we're good stalkers. I mean, even the apple people were- -"
"The apple people . . .?" Omi fumed, "And that's another thing! Youji, how did you know about the apple allergy thing?"
"Well, when I was eight I went on this exchange program to Germany and. . ."
"You know what? Forget it." Omi cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"In any case, there's no need for us to stay here" Aya interjected.
"What about Schwarz?" Youji asked.
"They're always going to be after us. We can't change that, but we are very unsafe here. We should clear our traces here as soon as possible and go back without attracting too much attention." Aya dictated.
"I agree." A muffled voice spoke up from the bed next to them, and they looked as Ken sat up.
"Ken-kun! Are you okay?!" Omi asked quickly holding out a hand, and then recoiling it in uncertainty. Ken smiled.
"Thanks for taking care of me," he said seriously. Ken could remember Omi carrying him off the ice and into Aya's car, with some help from Youji, and sitting with him in the backseat all the way back to the hotel room. He recited some rhymes and told him stories while holding his hand to keep him slightly conscious. He remembered the feel of his cold hand linked with his, and Omi's warm breath floating onto his cheek as he talked. That's what kept him awake. He could almost feel it, now.
"Mm. Well, that's what teammates do." Omi shrugged; blushing.
"I guess we can't go skiing anymore." Ken said remorsefully.
"Correction: YOU can't go skiing. Aya and I plan to make the best of it on our last day here." Youji smiled, throwing a loose arm over the redhead's shoulders. "But why don't you two enjoy yourselves? You know. . . without us?" he winked.
Ken flushed red, "Hey, we're not like that. . ."
"We could rent a movie!" Omi said cheerfully. Completely having missed Youji's implications, he grabbed and flipped through the yellow pages on the nightstand, "What movies do you like, Ken? Do you mind black and white?"
"hmm? Oh. Anything's fine. . ." Ken said quickly, almost not realizing exactly what was going on.
"Oh, good, it's settled, then." Youji said, grabbing his coat, and Aya's sleeve, "We'll see you later then!" He dragged Aya out the door. There was a slam, and the two were left alone.
"Ah. I can use Youji's car. I'm sure they're taking Aya's." Omi busily put the book back in its place, "You see, because of the cold, I'm sure that they won't mind, and Youji also left his key here, so. . ."
"Omi?" Ken interrupted the pointless one-sided conversation.
"Uh, err-y-yes! Yes." Omi said as he fidgeted with his position nervously before finally standing still.
"Did you mean what you said back there?" Ken asked, unsure if it had all been an illusion.
"I think I did. I still wasn't sure if it was real." Omi smiled nervously.
"Yeah, well---" Ken rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment.
"So it was real?"
"Yeah." Ken looked up from his covers, into bright blue eyes that stared back with the same disbelief as his.
"Could I---?" Omi approached, holding out his hand towards Ken's cheek.
"- - just to make sure, right?" Ken nearly breathed. His hand already found its way to Omi's cheek by the time their lips touched. It was short, but they were both sure, now. Omi's cheeks were alive as he pulled away with a slight laugh.
"I'll be back in about a half an hour. Just hold tight until then, okay?" he left the room in what seemed a flash of light.
To Ken it was a brilliant flash of light. All colors seemed to radiate from Omi's smile like a prism of brightness. He felt giddy . . . and consequently more than deserving of a good slap in the face, but he supposed, just for now. . .
. . . it could wait.
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"Uaaah!" Omi jumped as the screen flashed with lightning, bringing up the edge of the covers to his chin to bury himself more. He laughed the fear off, nudging closer to Ken who was on the opposite side of the bed. Ken stiffened. It was like Omi rented a scary movie in order to give him an excuse to get closer. Not that he minded, but it was a little conniving of him.
And just a little cute.
Youji might have had something wrong to say if he saw the two of them under the covers together, so Ken had been using his extra acute assassin senses to listen for footsteps outside the door before they came inside. Several times he'd pushed Omi away as a housecleaner passed the hall, so he was a little nervous in that way, but the movie wasn't as scary as Omi pretended it to be.
Ken sat up straight as he felt his bare foot touched by Omi's sock-covered feet playfully.
That little. . .
Ken smiled, looking over at an almost unnaturally happy Omi, who pretended to be completely absorbed in the movie. So, that's the way they were going to play it, huh? Ken grinned deviously as he reached his hand under the covers coming at Omi with a surprise tickle attack.
Omi's hands flailed up as he laugh-yelled, "Ken-kuuun!". He twisted, jumping off the bed, grabbing the pillow from where he was laying, and whacking it defensively at Ken's head. Ken put his hands over his head, blocking the attack, and by the time Omi was done throwing it a couple times, they were both nearly in tears from laughter.
The movie panned out to show a piano playing on its own, followed by some cheesy organ music. Omi climbed back onto the bed and lay belly down, kicking his feet carelessly into the air, and watching the TV screen again.
"Omi. . .Do you like this movie?" Ken ventured into a conversation.
"I don't know. Do you?" Omi asked happily.
"It's not much of a horror film."
"Oh, no." Omi agreed, wobbling his feet, "It's not a good horror film, but I like the main character."
"You mean that guy? He's a little plain." Ken asked as a man came onto the screen.
"I think he's wonderful. At the end he confesses his love to Elizabeth, you know." Omi smiled.
"Oh, look. Now you've gone and spoiled the ending for me."
"You mean you really couldn't see it coming?" Omi asked, sitting up.
Ken raised his eyebrows. "Well, no." he said frankly, "I guess I never realized."
...............Meanwhile- in a janitor closet not to far away....................
"Aww, Ken! Come on! We want some action!" Youji rolled his eyes as he dug his hands into the popcorn, popping a few into his mouth. The hidden Camera in the VCR was working great, but it wouldn't do any good if Ken continued to be such a wimp.
He motioned the bowl over to the other 5, "Anyone want some?"
"Not until I get my twenty bucks!" Schuldig thrust his finger accusingly at Youji's nose. "I can't believe you deadheads."
Aya and Youji threw a unanimous glare in his direction. Schuldig cringed in fear.
"Hey, money doesn't grow on trees, you know? Besides, you broke the agreement!" Youji said, glancing over to an ashamed Crawford and Farfarello.
"They didn't MEAN to cause any damage . . . it just . . . comes naturally." Schuldig shrugged, "Besides, I think my BRILLAINT performance makes up for any damage they might have done."
"Yeah, that apple thing was hilarious," Youji laughed.
"I think we deserve at least SOMETHING. I had to pretend I was in love with Siberian. The humiliation should at least be worth a twenty." Schuldig fumed.
"I agree with Schuldig. The directions to your pitiful 'hideout' were awful. You weren't even there." Crawford reminded them. "Was that just something else to improve the credibility of your plan?"
Youji shrugged, "Maybe . . .?"
Nagi pointed to the screen. "Hey, I think we're getting some action."
The entire room's attention was drawn to the TV. A sigh of disappointment circled the closet.
"awww, it's just kissing." Youji crossed his arms behind his head, "If Ken had any brains he would have already taken it to the next level."
"At this rate, nothing will ever happen!" Schuldig threw his hands out exasperatedly.
"Just wait." Crawford smirked, "I see good things on the horizon."
"Alright!!" Youji perked up, "On the horizon of tonight, or what?"
"Soon. . ."
"How soon?"
"We might have to pull an all-nighter," Crawford pushed up his glasses.
"Damn. I hope the janitor doesn't come back before then." Youji bit his thumb, as he pushed away a mop that started leaning too close.
"We could . . . take care of that." Schuldig smirked. Behind him, Farfarello licked his pointy thing.
"Umm, thanks but no thanks?" Youji sweat-dropped nervously.
"You know, all things considered, I think this plan worked out well." Aya suddenly said, out of the dark of the corner behind the shelf of cleaning supplies.
"Yeah, but we never did get to go skiing," Youji sighed.
"One more day wouldn't hurt. . ." Aya said hesitantly.
"Really, Aya?!" Youji threw his arms around him, sending a broom falling on Schuldig's head, as Aya widened his eyes in surprise. "You're the best!"
"Does that mean we have to stay here?" Nagi asked in monotone.
"I knew this would happen." Crawford sighed.
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A/N: Guess what, everyone? I never realized that I just wrote two whole chapters in third person, when the rest of the story was in Ken's point of view. XD Whoops. Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? I went back to read it before posting this. That's hilarious.
I think that was the ending. o.o? I left it open-ended just in case . . . but I don't think there will be any more.
Once again, thanks for reading and supporting this story! I really appreciate it! Thank you!
Warnings: More Ken abuse. But who doesn't love Ken abuse? And erm . . . I'm sorry for random insanity. If you've come this far, you should be aware, but . . . it's only a warning.
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Crawford slid farther onto the ice. Aya gritted his teeth. He didn't have his sword, and there was nothing around that would serve as a substitute. Besides, he couldn't skate. As things stood, he was completely useless in this battle. Youji could attack from afar, and Omi and Ken were ready to attack up front. Omi happened to be the fastest on skates, but he was a long range fighter, so it wouldn't do him much good.
Schwarz didn't look ready to attack them, but then again, the lack of weapons really wasn't very assuring. They waited.
"Ken-ken," Schuldig smirked, tossing a glance, "I've missed you."
"Likewise." Ken spat, "I've been waiting for a chance to bash your head in."
"Awww, I'm hurt," Schuldig said sarcastically, "Remember the plan." Schuldig shouted, so that all of Schwarz heard. Nagi nodded at the orders, Farfarello bore a look of disgust. He didn't want to miss any vital organs this time.
"What plan. . .?" Crawford smirked, pushed up his glasses, and somehow made it up to Ken before anyone knew what had happened. Ken widened his eyes, opening his mouth, but no sound came out as he fell to his knees.
"KEN-KUN!" Omi was the first to shout, throwing several vengeful darts at Crawford, who dodged them without trouble. Youji threw his wire into the scene, but mastermind was still able to catch it before it wound around his neck.
"What the hell did you do, Crawford?!" Schuldig yelled angrily, throwing the wire he'd caught to the side and looking back at Ken, addressing Crawford once more, "You jerk! That wasn't part the plan!"
"Stop whining, I only knocked him out."
"You weren't supposed to hurt him! We've done enough!"
While the two were arguing, Omi came to Ken's side, and slung his arm over his shoulder. Aya saw what Omi was doing and gave himself a push off the edge of the rink, trying to reach them as fast as possible, but Farfarello stepped out to guard him. He slipped.
"Leave." Aya ordered Omi, as he dragged himself up off the ice.
"But. . ." Omi redistributed Ken's weight over his shoulder. Without him or Ken there, they didn't stand a chance.
"You heard what I said." Aya emphasized, "Now leave!" Omi hesitated, unable to think straight. He needed to get Ken out of there, but he couldn't leave Youji and Aya alone.
"Sorry," Schuldig jumped over, blocking the exit Omi was supposed to have used and grabbing Ken's limp body carefully, "But I'll be taking that."
Omi widened his eyes holding Ken's body closer, and pushed himself away from the enemy, and the enemy away from Ken, sending a few projectiles in the opposite direction. Skidding across the ice, he realized he had just thrown his last dart.
"Omi!" Youji called from the sidelines, "Catch!" Something flew through the air and hit him in the face. Youji cringed, "sorry!"
Pulling the object off of his face, Omi rubbed his head, suddenly realizing that the object Youji had thrown him was . . . an apple? Omi looked, blank expression across his face, from the apple, then to Youji, then back to the apple again . . . and looked up to see Youji give him the 'ok' sign with a wink.
Omi glared. What the heck was his problem!? This was a serious battle! Youji tried to stay quiet, making several hand motions of cutting the apple, and then throwing it toward Schuldig. "Cut the apple, and throw the pieces!" He hissed in a whisper. "Trust me!"
"Trust you?" Omi glared, "Okay! You know what? Fine!" he dropped Ken unceremoniously and drew out a pocketknife he carried. He was glad he hadn't thrown it out before in desperation. He sliced the apple into four pieces, and threw one at the advancing orange-headed Schwarz member.
"Gah!" Schuldig dodged the piece, cringing as he watched the apple juice skid across the ice, "You little. . . HOW THE HECK DID YOU KNOW I'M ALLERGIC TO APPLES?!"
Omi widened his eyes. Allergic? No way . . . like. . . deathly allergic? Well, he supposed if it could happen with peanuts, it could happen with anything. He shrugged, throwing another piece. Schuldig dodged, but the next one came too fast, and it hit him on the bare skin of his neck. He gasped in fear.
Crawford looked over at Schuldig, where mastermind had already begun to clutch his neck and gasp for air. "Oh, great." He put his hand to his head, "Farfarello! Nagi! Let's head out. Schuldig forgot his Epi-pen again."
/mass face fault/
Schwarz was actually . . . leaving?
"Oh, yeah!" Youji grinned at their backs, superiorly on the sidelines. He cupped his hands after them. "How do you like them apples?!"
Aya, still struggling on the ice, wobbled slightly and fell down. Omi was still staring in Schwarz's retreating direction. He couldn't believe it was so easy. Ken was opening his eyes.
"Hey Omi?" Ken looked up dizzily, "Am I in Kansas anymore?"
Omi sighed heavily, but he couldn't help smiling, "No, Ken. I don't think you ever were."
"Oh," the brown-haired assassin smiled lopsidedly, "Right." And he was out.
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"That was completely irresponsible of you!" Omi paced the room, with the occasional angry glance at the two culprits on the couch. Youji yawned, and Aya. . .well. . .looked like Aya. "Especially you!" Omi pointed a finger at Youji, "What were you thinking? 'Well, we haven't had a mission in awhile, so it's okay to leave the shop unattended and go on a vacation?' You were both completely off guard."
"But if we hadn't come, this wouldn't have worked" Youji teased, shaking a finger at him. Omi blushed first with embarrassment, which turned into anger.
"You call –this- a success?!" Omi pointed the accusation finger in the direction of the bed, which had seemed to have been Ken's best friend for the past couple hours.
"Yes, it was foolish." Aya looked down, "We shouldn't keep things from each other anymore."
"Thank you, Aya." Omi looked pleased.
"But you have to admit, we're good stalkers. I mean, even the apple people were- -"
"The apple people . . .?" Omi fumed, "And that's another thing! Youji, how did you know about the apple allergy thing?"
"Well, when I was eight I went on this exchange program to Germany and. . ."
"You know what? Forget it." Omi cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"In any case, there's no need for us to stay here" Aya interjected.
"What about Schwarz?" Youji asked.
"They're always going to be after us. We can't change that, but we are very unsafe here. We should clear our traces here as soon as possible and go back without attracting too much attention." Aya dictated.
"I agree." A muffled voice spoke up from the bed next to them, and they looked as Ken sat up.
"Ken-kun! Are you okay?!" Omi asked quickly holding out a hand, and then recoiling it in uncertainty. Ken smiled.
"Thanks for taking care of me," he said seriously. Ken could remember Omi carrying him off the ice and into Aya's car, with some help from Youji, and sitting with him in the backseat all the way back to the hotel room. He recited some rhymes and told him stories while holding his hand to keep him slightly conscious. He remembered the feel of his cold hand linked with his, and Omi's warm breath floating onto his cheek as he talked. That's what kept him awake. He could almost feel it, now.
"Mm. Well, that's what teammates do." Omi shrugged; blushing.
"I guess we can't go skiing anymore." Ken said remorsefully.
"Correction: YOU can't go skiing. Aya and I plan to make the best of it on our last day here." Youji smiled, throwing a loose arm over the redhead's shoulders. "But why don't you two enjoy yourselves? You know. . . without us?" he winked.
Ken flushed red, "Hey, we're not like that. . ."
"We could rent a movie!" Omi said cheerfully. Completely having missed Youji's implications, he grabbed and flipped through the yellow pages on the nightstand, "What movies do you like, Ken? Do you mind black and white?"
"hmm? Oh. Anything's fine. . ." Ken said quickly, almost not realizing exactly what was going on.
"Oh, good, it's settled, then." Youji said, grabbing his coat, and Aya's sleeve, "We'll see you later then!" He dragged Aya out the door. There was a slam, and the two were left alone.
"Ah. I can use Youji's car. I'm sure they're taking Aya's." Omi busily put the book back in its place, "You see, because of the cold, I'm sure that they won't mind, and Youji also left his key here, so. . ."
"Omi?" Ken interrupted the pointless one-sided conversation.
"Uh, err-y-yes! Yes." Omi said as he fidgeted with his position nervously before finally standing still.
"Did you mean what you said back there?" Ken asked, unsure if it had all been an illusion.
"I think I did. I still wasn't sure if it was real." Omi smiled nervously.
"Yeah, well---" Ken rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment.
"So it was real?"
"Yeah." Ken looked up from his covers, into bright blue eyes that stared back with the same disbelief as his.
"Could I---?" Omi approached, holding out his hand towards Ken's cheek.
"- - just to make sure, right?" Ken nearly breathed. His hand already found its way to Omi's cheek by the time their lips touched. It was short, but they were both sure, now. Omi's cheeks were alive as he pulled away with a slight laugh.
"I'll be back in about a half an hour. Just hold tight until then, okay?" he left the room in what seemed a flash of light.
To Ken it was a brilliant flash of light. All colors seemed to radiate from Omi's smile like a prism of brightness. He felt giddy . . . and consequently more than deserving of a good slap in the face, but he supposed, just for now. . .
. . . it could wait.
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"Uaaah!" Omi jumped as the screen flashed with lightning, bringing up the edge of the covers to his chin to bury himself more. He laughed the fear off, nudging closer to Ken who was on the opposite side of the bed. Ken stiffened. It was like Omi rented a scary movie in order to give him an excuse to get closer. Not that he minded, but it was a little conniving of him.
And just a little cute.
Youji might have had something wrong to say if he saw the two of them under the covers together, so Ken had been using his extra acute assassin senses to listen for footsteps outside the door before they came inside. Several times he'd pushed Omi away as a housecleaner passed the hall, so he was a little nervous in that way, but the movie wasn't as scary as Omi pretended it to be.
Ken sat up straight as he felt his bare foot touched by Omi's sock-covered feet playfully.
That little. . .
Ken smiled, looking over at an almost unnaturally happy Omi, who pretended to be completely absorbed in the movie. So, that's the way they were going to play it, huh? Ken grinned deviously as he reached his hand under the covers coming at Omi with a surprise tickle attack.
Omi's hands flailed up as he laugh-yelled, "Ken-kuuun!". He twisted, jumping off the bed, grabbing the pillow from where he was laying, and whacking it defensively at Ken's head. Ken put his hands over his head, blocking the attack, and by the time Omi was done throwing it a couple times, they were both nearly in tears from laughter.
The movie panned out to show a piano playing on its own, followed by some cheesy organ music. Omi climbed back onto the bed and lay belly down, kicking his feet carelessly into the air, and watching the TV screen again.
"Omi. . .Do you like this movie?" Ken ventured into a conversation.
"I don't know. Do you?" Omi asked happily.
"It's not much of a horror film."
"Oh, no." Omi agreed, wobbling his feet, "It's not a good horror film, but I like the main character."
"You mean that guy? He's a little plain." Ken asked as a man came onto the screen.
"I think he's wonderful. At the end he confesses his love to Elizabeth, you know." Omi smiled.
"Oh, look. Now you've gone and spoiled the ending for me."
"You mean you really couldn't see it coming?" Omi asked, sitting up.
Ken raised his eyebrows. "Well, no." he said frankly, "I guess I never realized."
...............Meanwhile- in a janitor closet not to far away....................
"Aww, Ken! Come on! We want some action!" Youji rolled his eyes as he dug his hands into the popcorn, popping a few into his mouth. The hidden Camera in the VCR was working great, but it wouldn't do any good if Ken continued to be such a wimp.
He motioned the bowl over to the other 5, "Anyone want some?"
"Not until I get my twenty bucks!" Schuldig thrust his finger accusingly at Youji's nose. "I can't believe you deadheads."
Aya and Youji threw a unanimous glare in his direction. Schuldig cringed in fear.
"Hey, money doesn't grow on trees, you know? Besides, you broke the agreement!" Youji said, glancing over to an ashamed Crawford and Farfarello.
"They didn't MEAN to cause any damage . . . it just . . . comes naturally." Schuldig shrugged, "Besides, I think my BRILLAINT performance makes up for any damage they might have done."
"Yeah, that apple thing was hilarious," Youji laughed.
"I think we deserve at least SOMETHING. I had to pretend I was in love with Siberian. The humiliation should at least be worth a twenty." Schuldig fumed.
"I agree with Schuldig. The directions to your pitiful 'hideout' were awful. You weren't even there." Crawford reminded them. "Was that just something else to improve the credibility of your plan?"
Youji shrugged, "Maybe . . .?"
Nagi pointed to the screen. "Hey, I think we're getting some action."
The entire room's attention was drawn to the TV. A sigh of disappointment circled the closet.
"awww, it's just kissing." Youji crossed his arms behind his head, "If Ken had any brains he would have already taken it to the next level."
"At this rate, nothing will ever happen!" Schuldig threw his hands out exasperatedly.
"Just wait." Crawford smirked, "I see good things on the horizon."
"Alright!!" Youji perked up, "On the horizon of tonight, or what?"
"Soon. . ."
"How soon?"
"We might have to pull an all-nighter," Crawford pushed up his glasses.
"Damn. I hope the janitor doesn't come back before then." Youji bit his thumb, as he pushed away a mop that started leaning too close.
"We could . . . take care of that." Schuldig smirked. Behind him, Farfarello licked his pointy thing.
"Umm, thanks but no thanks?" Youji sweat-dropped nervously.
"You know, all things considered, I think this plan worked out well." Aya suddenly said, out of the dark of the corner behind the shelf of cleaning supplies.
"Yeah, but we never did get to go skiing," Youji sighed.
"One more day wouldn't hurt. . ." Aya said hesitantly.
"Really, Aya?!" Youji threw his arms around him, sending a broom falling on Schuldig's head, as Aya widened his eyes in surprise. "You're the best!"
"Does that mean we have to stay here?" Nagi asked in monotone.
"I knew this would happen." Crawford sighed.
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A/N: Guess what, everyone? I never realized that I just wrote two whole chapters in third person, when the rest of the story was in Ken's point of view. XD Whoops. Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? I went back to read it before posting this. That's hilarious.
I think that was the ending. o.o? I left it open-ended just in case . . . but I don't think there will be any more.
Once again, thanks for reading and supporting this story! I really appreciate it! Thank you!