First, I'd like to dedicate this to all the people who keep reviewing
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fic and keep reviewing (or bugging? ^_~ I don't mind though hehe). Then
this fic is specially dedicated to my friend, Saki-chan, who kept on
whining about it ^^; if it's not because of her, I would spend more time
finishing it. Thank her! And thank you too for sticking with me and sorry
for keeping you waiting! Enjoy and comment on it kay? *glomps* ^o^v
Warnings: foul words, shonen-ai
Spoilers: just in case... Aya-chan, Kase Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me, if it does then you tell me why am I still writing fanfics? *promptly burst in tears*
Aries Gakuen: An All-Girl School
Part 7: The Day-Off Revolution
Kisaragi Yuu
"Oh really~? Say, do you mind if we joined you~? I can take you to this great ice cream café around that corner~!" she pointed to an opened café near the spot we were standing, "and I can introduce you to some great Saltz boys too~! They are newcomers just like you and they just moved into Saltz Gakuen two days ago. I believed that they were said extremely handsome~"
Handsome for all I cared! I just wanted to have fun without any Chiyo or her I'm-the-cutest-girl-in-the-world tone!! And I really didn't give a damn on how would those Saltz boys look or-
"Here they are~! Talking about the handsome devils~!"
There were 4 boys dressed up in casual looks and they walked to us, all with this glorious aura revolving around them.
But something about them were sickeningly familiar...
"Weiß!!" one of them screeched our team name.
OH GOD.
"S-Schwarz?!!"
Chiyo blinked. "You know each other?"
***
Well, for the irony of it all. We ended up sitting in the café with our enemy of eternity, Schwarz, sitting too with all of their glory just in the opposite of us. In front of me was the sick eye-patched Irishman, I kinda thought his name was something like "Farafaloo" or near that. Irish people got the strangest name ever, I meant who the hell would ever named their son "Farafaloo" that rhymes with bamboo?
Okay so it wasn't funny but who the hell was trying to joke anyways?
Aya was sitting in front of the American guy, he looked somewhat too old for the outfit he wore though. And they looked like they were having this cold silent deathglare war since their aura was spreading evil.
Very—bad—evil.
Then beside me was Omi, who got the honor of sitting in front of a German. Which I remembered named something like "Sundae" or something. Now I really didn't want to think how he got his name after an ice cream, but well I guessed they were truly desperate since he was good at nothing.
For some reason the German looked daggers at me like he wanted to tear me apart and eat me alive. Hmm. He wouldn't have read my mind, would he? How stupid.
Lastly, Yohji was sitting in front of the most normal looking boy named Nagi. I remembered his name well since his name was the easiest to remember and all. Moreover that boy was really, really pretty. Thus Yohji wasn't really looking at Nagi, he was actually looking down while that Sundae guy looked at Yohji with this I-want-to-rape-you look. It was funny how Yohji found himself quite nervous under the German's look, considering that he had always been the master of the 'seme' roles. [1]
And that Jap boy was looking at Omi as though admiring his prettiness in that pale yellow dress.
"Hey, your name is Omi, right?" he suddenly asked.
"Um, yeah?" Omi answered, not really sure he made a good decision or not.
"Can I ask you something?"
"...yeah?" the blonde, ocean-eyed boy shifted his position uncomfortably.
The Japanese Schwarz paused for awhile before he shot his question, "where did you buy that dress? It's nice."
Silence.
Okay, I took my statement above back, he wasn't admiring Omi's prettiness—he was admiring the DRESS' prettiness.
"I didn't buy it..." Omi blushed, "...somebody gave it to me and forced me to wear it."
"Oh I see, still it's a really nice dress." Nagi finally exclaimed without changing his facial expression at all. He looked like a smaller version of Aya! In a brunette hair and big eyes plus long eyelashes though.
Damn, this world was SICK.
As for our dear Chiyo, she was sitting in between Aya and the American uncle on the corner of the rectangular table. She was the only one smiling about all this fuss.
God I hated her.
"So~! I never knew that you people have known each other~ how did you know each other again~?"
"Flowershop." All eight of us chorused.
"Eh~?"
"You see Chiyo-chan, there's a really lame flowershop titled 'Weiß' who made lame arrangements but tried desperately to get more and more of OUR costumers to theirs. But I heard that the flowershop was doing it all just because there were four BEAUTIFUL GIRLS in the flowershop who just couldn't get their hands off the BOYS." The American oldie explained.
Four deathglares sent to him, thus he didn't seem to care.
"Er~ what's the connection with...~"
"Actually that wasn't the end of the story, Chiyo-chan. You see, this flowershop titled 'Schwarz' was even worse. Because they were just so jealous at us who could sell more beautiful arrangements to our costumers than theirs, they spread rumors about us being bad, bad girls. But you know how things are, we are just victims. And moreover their costumers chose US by themselves without any persuasion. So it means that... they just suck." Yohji claimed.
Somehow at that point the rest of the Weiß wanted nothing more than kiss Yohji.
"Um~ I still don't...~"
Omi rose her hand.
Um, I meant, HIS hand.
God, his appearance was really making me to see him as a girl! I mentally kicked myself.
"Weiß is us, Chiyo-chan. And Schwarz is them. Both of us run a part-time business in flowery. So you see, we are competing with each other and it kinda broke our (in a really small voice) friendship into two pieces..." he smiled.
"Well~ if that's the case then we can mend your broken friendship in this opportunity right~?"
Eight face vaults.
"The thing is, beautiful... we don't really want to mend it." Sundae replied.
For some reason that guy looked a little bit more angelic than before.
"Eh~? But whyyy~? We all should live in a world full of love and piece you know~! Let me tell you something, for some people who were born in families that just can't support themselves~ such as in Ethiopia~ every people are...~~"
Eight blinks.
As Chiyo went on and on about her speech in Ethiopian residence and how hard life was for them I believed that there was nothing more in Earth than we would want other than to cut her to pieces and feed her to the neighbor's Doberman. If we ever had one neighbor... but who the heck cares?! Dammit, even *I* would eat her just to make her shut up!
Looking daggers to each other (exception between Sundae and Yohji, he still looked at Yohji as like looking at an innocent 16 year old virgin girl who has no experience at dirty tricks at all, considering Yohji who had always been the master of the arts of Kama Sutra, it was kinda funny—in a sickening way) we tried hard not to just tackle on each other and start some blood splattering moments.
I hated this. I hated this. I hated this.
"Dammit you sucky soccer maniac! The name is SCHULDICH!! And _NOT_ SUNDAE!! What's the matter with you Japanese people's tongue?!" suddenly the German roared.
We all looked to the orange-haired tall guy, still one girl didn't seem to hear and just kept on and on about her speech on peace and love. I think now she moved on from Ethiopia to Zimbabwe. I didn't really care.
I blinked. How did he know—oh shit.
"Yes, 'oh shit' my butt!" he replied again. The rest of us just stared at him
"What do you think is the reason, Crawford?" the pretty Japanese boy asked his leader—or the guy who kinda looked like his father whatsoever since he was just *old* and that shirt with Marilyn Manson painting that he wore *just* didn't help.
"That's really obvious isn't it, Schuldich is just sensitive. He always was." He replied in a flat tone while bringing his cup of tea up and slurped it.
The German sulked, "the soccer maniac thought that your Marilyn Manson shirt doesn't suit you at all and you look _old_."
Crawford blinked.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" he suddenly screamed in a really high voice while he rose from his seat, "this is my favorite shirt! Manson is TOO cool! I reject any critics about him or a painting of him!! And I'm just 28 for God's sake, I'm certainly, obviously, with no doubt, NOT old!!" [2]
"28?? You said you were 24!" Nagi denied. "And since when did you become a rock fan?!"
An utterly uncomfortable silence...
......10 minutes passed with silence and no one moved except Chiyo who still went on. She mentioned something about polar bears in North Pole though.
"Whatever." The American said finally to protect his pride—if there was still any of it of course.
Then the German spoke again, "so, soccer maniac, what the hell are you Weiß doing in here dressing up like girls? Thus I kinda think you all look good on those girls' outfit. Ever thought on getting a new job as cross dressers? Especially you..."
Yohji shuddered in fright inside the long-haired guy's I-wanna-eat-you-now stare at him.
I had the feeling that he wanted to rape Yohji really bad... I shuddered too.
//Don't worry, you're not my type.//
Huh?
//I can read minds, you idiot. I'm a mind-breaker, I can connect with people through their minds. Us, Schwartz, are elite force combined from people with special talents, unlike you peasants who still depend on lethal weapons.//
Talented?
I looked to the eye-patched Irishman who kept licking the cafe's knife for cakes with blood dripping from his tongue.
Yeah right.
He sighed, //except him, he's kinda like a pet in the group. A dangerous one too, consider this as like people who have the hobby to pet alligators. Except this one is mammal, eye-patched, walks and always have a knife on his hand.//
The 'pet' sneezed.
"First of all, the name is KEN and not soccer maniac although I do like to play soccer a lot, you demented total loser to sports mind peeper."
I felt mental kisses from my teammates and a huge, black, bloody dagger thrown by a certain German, the rest of his teammates kinda nodded in agreement though...
//I feel more like licking you, soccer maniac.//
I shuddered. The guy's totally insane!
//With a huge, black, bloody dagger attached to my tongue of course.//
Ouch.
"We're in a mission. What else it could be?" Aya explained simply. The tone was as flat and as horizontal as the world's firmament, but it really explained the whole situation. I gotta learn how to talk things like that.
"What about you freaks?" Yohji—who kept looking down to earth from the beginning of the 'meeting' to avoid the German's eyes—finally made his first question. I thought it was his longest record in not asking stupid stuff.
"Mission." The four of them chorused.
"So I guess this time we wouldn't have to see each other?" Sun—I mean, Schuldich—demanded. And it was the time where he looked better than before, if that was ever possible.
"Yeah, this time we'll just stick to each others' business and NOT touch each other kay?" Omi exclaimed.
"Deal." All of us agreed.
"So you see~ friendships are really important~! Beautiful life style came from beautiful friendships that create beautiful world~! Like my great grandmother always say...~"
We stared at her.
"I hate this girl." Farafaloo stated.
"We wouldn't agree more." Aya nodded.
Well, at least we agreed on something.
***
The meeting ended after we decided to leave Chiyo alone since she wasn't paying attention to the 'audiences' of her lecture after all, now we were in front of the café.
"So what now?" Nagi asked.
"Hmm... there's still time for us to walk around, what about walking around with pretty girls beside us?" the carrot-topped German smiled while he said this.
We sent him deathglares that we learnt from Aya.
"I want to go to the haunted house, I wonder how lame it would be!" Omi stated to no one at particular but he smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Good idea, let's go together." Schuldich said.
HUH?
"Schuggy, I don't think that's a really good—"the American uncle said but he was cut off by 'Schuggy' suddenly, "Why not? It would be fun. And we might have to kill each other when we meet next time so why not enjoy ourselves while we still can?"
"Hn." Came from Aya.
Oh please, please, please, don't agree...
"I don't really hate them actually, although they do act like jerks..." Omi finally said in a small voice.
Oh no.
"As long as HE doesn't touch ME, I guess I'll go for a change." Yohji said while he pointed his thumb to the German, who was smiling VERY widely at him, and for some reasons made the 'bed master' (or whatever the hell it was he called himself with) shivered in fear.
"Then it's settled." Nagi finally concluded. "Let's go."
And with that, we moved to the haunted house. I had to drag my legs so I'd follow them, if not I would just run away.
I hated this. Did I tell you that?
***
In front of us was the famous haunted house, standing with all of its glory and fake bats scattered all around there. The gargoyles was kinda creepy though, I had to mark an A++ for this amusement's park effort in making this western style haunted house.
"The group is minimized into 8 people per group, and no matter what, don't go alone. Try to go in pairs, better stay in a group since the house is huge and many people lost their ways inside the house." The guide explained, "if you feel you cannot hold on anymore, just clap your hands three times, stay where you are, and I'll come to get you out of there. Any questions?"
Schuldich raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Has anyone died in there?"
Widened eyes.
Then the background of the guide suddenly changed to gloomy purple, you even could see the ghost fire around him, just like the old cliché scene in manga.
"Actually..." he began, "my father died in the haunted house."
Gasp.
"...I became the guide of the haunted house because he went missing in the house and he was never found again. I kept searching for more than 20 years now and I still couldn't trace him... it was said that he was eaten by the house..."
"E-e-eaten?" I suddenly shuddered.
"...just be careful of what you'll see inside the house, it wouldn't all be illusions..."
I felt nothing more than just getting my ass off there as quick as possible, but Aya's hand grabbed my shirt and wouldn't let me go at all. Somehow he looked like a beautiful devil with horns sticking out from his head and all. For some reasons I knew that he was enjoying this! Damn him!
I hated haunted house! Or anything psychic like that! I wanted normal cases like murders, bomb implants, terrorists, or corruptors! Heck, I would even consider aliens and UFOs, but I hated anything supernatural!!
"C'mon Ken-kun, it's all just set-ups!" Omi smiled reassuringly while he approached me.
"Still...!"
"Aww just shuddap and get the hell in there!" Yohji kicked me.
I fell to the doors and bumped into them, while in the same time opening the doors too for the rest of the group. I looked up and I saw something very freaky.
OH NO.
TBC~ ^^ don't you just looooove cliff-hanger? *got clobbered down by the reviewers* ...reviews please?
[1] seme: the role of upper position while having sex, usually used in yaoi terms as the 'guy' in the roles [2] okay so I'm not really sure on how old Brad is, but I think I read it somewhere he's around 27-28 or even 30++ ^^; sorry 'bout that [3] manga: Japanese comics
Warnings: foul words, shonen-ai
Spoilers: just in case... Aya-chan, Kase Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me, if it does then you tell me why am I still writing fanfics? *promptly burst in tears*
Aries Gakuen: An All-Girl School
Part 7: The Day-Off Revolution
Kisaragi Yuu
"Oh really~? Say, do you mind if we joined you~? I can take you to this great ice cream café around that corner~!" she pointed to an opened café near the spot we were standing, "and I can introduce you to some great Saltz boys too~! They are newcomers just like you and they just moved into Saltz Gakuen two days ago. I believed that they were said extremely handsome~"
Handsome for all I cared! I just wanted to have fun without any Chiyo or her I'm-the-cutest-girl-in-the-world tone!! And I really didn't give a damn on how would those Saltz boys look or-
"Here they are~! Talking about the handsome devils~!"
There were 4 boys dressed up in casual looks and they walked to us, all with this glorious aura revolving around them.
But something about them were sickeningly familiar...
"Weiß!!" one of them screeched our team name.
OH GOD.
"S-Schwarz?!!"
Chiyo blinked. "You know each other?"
***
Well, for the irony of it all. We ended up sitting in the café with our enemy of eternity, Schwarz, sitting too with all of their glory just in the opposite of us. In front of me was the sick eye-patched Irishman, I kinda thought his name was something like "Farafaloo" or near that. Irish people got the strangest name ever, I meant who the hell would ever named their son "Farafaloo" that rhymes with bamboo?
Okay so it wasn't funny but who the hell was trying to joke anyways?
Aya was sitting in front of the American guy, he looked somewhat too old for the outfit he wore though. And they looked like they were having this cold silent deathglare war since their aura was spreading evil.
Very—bad—evil.
Then beside me was Omi, who got the honor of sitting in front of a German. Which I remembered named something like "Sundae" or something. Now I really didn't want to think how he got his name after an ice cream, but well I guessed they were truly desperate since he was good at nothing.
For some reason the German looked daggers at me like he wanted to tear me apart and eat me alive. Hmm. He wouldn't have read my mind, would he? How stupid.
Lastly, Yohji was sitting in front of the most normal looking boy named Nagi. I remembered his name well since his name was the easiest to remember and all. Moreover that boy was really, really pretty. Thus Yohji wasn't really looking at Nagi, he was actually looking down while that Sundae guy looked at Yohji with this I-want-to-rape-you look. It was funny how Yohji found himself quite nervous under the German's look, considering that he had always been the master of the 'seme' roles. [1]
And that Jap boy was looking at Omi as though admiring his prettiness in that pale yellow dress.
"Hey, your name is Omi, right?" he suddenly asked.
"Um, yeah?" Omi answered, not really sure he made a good decision or not.
"Can I ask you something?"
"...yeah?" the blonde, ocean-eyed boy shifted his position uncomfortably.
The Japanese Schwarz paused for awhile before he shot his question, "where did you buy that dress? It's nice."
Silence.
Okay, I took my statement above back, he wasn't admiring Omi's prettiness—he was admiring the DRESS' prettiness.
"I didn't buy it..." Omi blushed, "...somebody gave it to me and forced me to wear it."
"Oh I see, still it's a really nice dress." Nagi finally exclaimed without changing his facial expression at all. He looked like a smaller version of Aya! In a brunette hair and big eyes plus long eyelashes though.
Damn, this world was SICK.
As for our dear Chiyo, she was sitting in between Aya and the American uncle on the corner of the rectangular table. She was the only one smiling about all this fuss.
God I hated her.
"So~! I never knew that you people have known each other~ how did you know each other again~?"
"Flowershop." All eight of us chorused.
"Eh~?"
"You see Chiyo-chan, there's a really lame flowershop titled 'Weiß' who made lame arrangements but tried desperately to get more and more of OUR costumers to theirs. But I heard that the flowershop was doing it all just because there were four BEAUTIFUL GIRLS in the flowershop who just couldn't get their hands off the BOYS." The American oldie explained.
Four deathglares sent to him, thus he didn't seem to care.
"Er~ what's the connection with...~"
"Actually that wasn't the end of the story, Chiyo-chan. You see, this flowershop titled 'Schwarz' was even worse. Because they were just so jealous at us who could sell more beautiful arrangements to our costumers than theirs, they spread rumors about us being bad, bad girls. But you know how things are, we are just victims. And moreover their costumers chose US by themselves without any persuasion. So it means that... they just suck." Yohji claimed.
Somehow at that point the rest of the Weiß wanted nothing more than kiss Yohji.
"Um~ I still don't...~"
Omi rose her hand.
Um, I meant, HIS hand.
God, his appearance was really making me to see him as a girl! I mentally kicked myself.
"Weiß is us, Chiyo-chan. And Schwarz is them. Both of us run a part-time business in flowery. So you see, we are competing with each other and it kinda broke our (in a really small voice) friendship into two pieces..." he smiled.
"Well~ if that's the case then we can mend your broken friendship in this opportunity right~?"
Eight face vaults.
"The thing is, beautiful... we don't really want to mend it." Sundae replied.
For some reason that guy looked a little bit more angelic than before.
"Eh~? But whyyy~? We all should live in a world full of love and piece you know~! Let me tell you something, for some people who were born in families that just can't support themselves~ such as in Ethiopia~ every people are...~~"
Eight blinks.
As Chiyo went on and on about her speech in Ethiopian residence and how hard life was for them I believed that there was nothing more in Earth than we would want other than to cut her to pieces and feed her to the neighbor's Doberman. If we ever had one neighbor... but who the heck cares?! Dammit, even *I* would eat her just to make her shut up!
Looking daggers to each other (exception between Sundae and Yohji, he still looked at Yohji as like looking at an innocent 16 year old virgin girl who has no experience at dirty tricks at all, considering Yohji who had always been the master of the arts of Kama Sutra, it was kinda funny—in a sickening way) we tried hard not to just tackle on each other and start some blood splattering moments.
I hated this. I hated this. I hated this.
"Dammit you sucky soccer maniac! The name is SCHULDICH!! And _NOT_ SUNDAE!! What's the matter with you Japanese people's tongue?!" suddenly the German roared.
We all looked to the orange-haired tall guy, still one girl didn't seem to hear and just kept on and on about her speech on peace and love. I think now she moved on from Ethiopia to Zimbabwe. I didn't really care.
I blinked. How did he know—oh shit.
"Yes, 'oh shit' my butt!" he replied again. The rest of us just stared at him
"What do you think is the reason, Crawford?" the pretty Japanese boy asked his leader—or the guy who kinda looked like his father whatsoever since he was just *old* and that shirt with Marilyn Manson painting that he wore *just* didn't help.
"That's really obvious isn't it, Schuldich is just sensitive. He always was." He replied in a flat tone while bringing his cup of tea up and slurped it.
The German sulked, "the soccer maniac thought that your Marilyn Manson shirt doesn't suit you at all and you look _old_."
Crawford blinked.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" he suddenly screamed in a really high voice while he rose from his seat, "this is my favorite shirt! Manson is TOO cool! I reject any critics about him or a painting of him!! And I'm just 28 for God's sake, I'm certainly, obviously, with no doubt, NOT old!!" [2]
"28?? You said you were 24!" Nagi denied. "And since when did you become a rock fan?!"
An utterly uncomfortable silence...
......10 minutes passed with silence and no one moved except Chiyo who still went on. She mentioned something about polar bears in North Pole though.
"Whatever." The American said finally to protect his pride—if there was still any of it of course.
Then the German spoke again, "so, soccer maniac, what the hell are you Weiß doing in here dressing up like girls? Thus I kinda think you all look good on those girls' outfit. Ever thought on getting a new job as cross dressers? Especially you..."
Yohji shuddered in fright inside the long-haired guy's I-wanna-eat-you-now stare at him.
I had the feeling that he wanted to rape Yohji really bad... I shuddered too.
//Don't worry, you're not my type.//
Huh?
//I can read minds, you idiot. I'm a mind-breaker, I can connect with people through their minds. Us, Schwartz, are elite force combined from people with special talents, unlike you peasants who still depend on lethal weapons.//
Talented?
I looked to the eye-patched Irishman who kept licking the cafe's knife for cakes with blood dripping from his tongue.
Yeah right.
He sighed, //except him, he's kinda like a pet in the group. A dangerous one too, consider this as like people who have the hobby to pet alligators. Except this one is mammal, eye-patched, walks and always have a knife on his hand.//
The 'pet' sneezed.
"First of all, the name is KEN and not soccer maniac although I do like to play soccer a lot, you demented total loser to sports mind peeper."
I felt mental kisses from my teammates and a huge, black, bloody dagger thrown by a certain German, the rest of his teammates kinda nodded in agreement though...
//I feel more like licking you, soccer maniac.//
I shuddered. The guy's totally insane!
//With a huge, black, bloody dagger attached to my tongue of course.//
Ouch.
"We're in a mission. What else it could be?" Aya explained simply. The tone was as flat and as horizontal as the world's firmament, but it really explained the whole situation. I gotta learn how to talk things like that.
"What about you freaks?" Yohji—who kept looking down to earth from the beginning of the 'meeting' to avoid the German's eyes—finally made his first question. I thought it was his longest record in not asking stupid stuff.
"Mission." The four of them chorused.
"So I guess this time we wouldn't have to see each other?" Sun—I mean, Schuldich—demanded. And it was the time where he looked better than before, if that was ever possible.
"Yeah, this time we'll just stick to each others' business and NOT touch each other kay?" Omi exclaimed.
"Deal." All of us agreed.
"So you see~ friendships are really important~! Beautiful life style came from beautiful friendships that create beautiful world~! Like my great grandmother always say...~"
We stared at her.
"I hate this girl." Farafaloo stated.
"We wouldn't agree more." Aya nodded.
Well, at least we agreed on something.
***
The meeting ended after we decided to leave Chiyo alone since she wasn't paying attention to the 'audiences' of her lecture after all, now we were in front of the café.
"So what now?" Nagi asked.
"Hmm... there's still time for us to walk around, what about walking around with pretty girls beside us?" the carrot-topped German smiled while he said this.
We sent him deathglares that we learnt from Aya.
"I want to go to the haunted house, I wonder how lame it would be!" Omi stated to no one at particular but he smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Good idea, let's go together." Schuldich said.
HUH?
"Schuggy, I don't think that's a really good—"the American uncle said but he was cut off by 'Schuggy' suddenly, "Why not? It would be fun. And we might have to kill each other when we meet next time so why not enjoy ourselves while we still can?"
"Hn." Came from Aya.
Oh please, please, please, don't agree...
"I don't really hate them actually, although they do act like jerks..." Omi finally said in a small voice.
Oh no.
"As long as HE doesn't touch ME, I guess I'll go for a change." Yohji said while he pointed his thumb to the German, who was smiling VERY widely at him, and for some reasons made the 'bed master' (or whatever the hell it was he called himself with) shivered in fear.
"Then it's settled." Nagi finally concluded. "Let's go."
And with that, we moved to the haunted house. I had to drag my legs so I'd follow them, if not I would just run away.
I hated this. Did I tell you that?
***
In front of us was the famous haunted house, standing with all of its glory and fake bats scattered all around there. The gargoyles was kinda creepy though, I had to mark an A++ for this amusement's park effort in making this western style haunted house.
"The group is minimized into 8 people per group, and no matter what, don't go alone. Try to go in pairs, better stay in a group since the house is huge and many people lost their ways inside the house." The guide explained, "if you feel you cannot hold on anymore, just clap your hands three times, stay where you are, and I'll come to get you out of there. Any questions?"
Schuldich raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Has anyone died in there?"
Widened eyes.
Then the background of the guide suddenly changed to gloomy purple, you even could see the ghost fire around him, just like the old cliché scene in manga.
"Actually..." he began, "my father died in the haunted house."
Gasp.
"...I became the guide of the haunted house because he went missing in the house and he was never found again. I kept searching for more than 20 years now and I still couldn't trace him... it was said that he was eaten by the house..."
"E-e-eaten?" I suddenly shuddered.
"...just be careful of what you'll see inside the house, it wouldn't all be illusions..."
I felt nothing more than just getting my ass off there as quick as possible, but Aya's hand grabbed my shirt and wouldn't let me go at all. Somehow he looked like a beautiful devil with horns sticking out from his head and all. For some reasons I knew that he was enjoying this! Damn him!
I hated haunted house! Or anything psychic like that! I wanted normal cases like murders, bomb implants, terrorists, or corruptors! Heck, I would even consider aliens and UFOs, but I hated anything supernatural!!
"C'mon Ken-kun, it's all just set-ups!" Omi smiled reassuringly while he approached me.
"Still...!"
"Aww just shuddap and get the hell in there!" Yohji kicked me.
I fell to the doors and bumped into them, while in the same time opening the doors too for the rest of the group. I looked up and I saw something very freaky.
OH NO.
TBC~ ^^ don't you just looooove cliff-hanger? *got clobbered down by the reviewers* ...reviews please?
[1] seme: the role of upper position while having sex, usually used in yaoi terms as the 'guy' in the roles [2] okay so I'm not really sure on how old Brad is, but I think I read it somewhere he's around 27-28 or even 30++ ^^; sorry 'bout that [3] manga: Japanese comics