Author's notes: Wow……I didn't actually expect anybody to like this……

So, thank you to the following people that reviewed: RuByMoOn17, Shadoewhunter, …., FungiFungusRayne, Sonya, Sn, and Mei Hurasaki. I lurve all reviews I get!!

 Also, I'm gonna thank FungiFungusRayne, Neev, Misura, Coppelia, and Cookie6 for reviewing my other Weiss Kreuz story. (BTW, Neev, I understand the reasons for there never being a fic like that, but I also know that in my fanfiction, I am GOD!! (don't kill me, Farfarello………))

FungiFungusRayne: Did you guess about who was going to get what room? Because I was thinking the same thing: each person would get the room according to their "station" in the groups.

//this// means telepathy.

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Weiss

"Wow."

The Weiss had found the Space Room.

Omi walked over to the computer against the opposite wall and tapped a key, taking it out of sleep mode. He was just getting into looking through it when Ken gave a slight cough.

"So, that's the only piece of furniture in here? A computer?"

"We should probably get changed," Aya said. "It's gotta happen some time, because we're not spending all week in the same clothes."

A few moments later, they were all in the sitting room (which was also white/cream coloured).

"Who decorates this place?" Yohji asked, looking around and scowling. "The place has potential, but still."

"Okay, Aya," Ken said, walking out of Crawford's room. "Here's what you have to wear."

He held up a several garments that came out of the American's closet. "Cream coloured Armani, with a purple shirt, cream Armani with a purple shirt, cream Armani with a purple shirt, or………look! Cream Armani with a purple shirt!" Aya simply scowled as the rest of Weiss broke out into laughter.

"There's got to be something different," Aya said.

"Well," Ken said. "There's a white Armani suit, with white shirt," Ken said. "And I think I saw a pair of black pants and white long sleeved shirt."

"Fine. I'll wear that."

"All Prodigy has are his school uniforms," Omi said, his brow wrinkled slightly. "I mean, he has a nice suit, but I think that's for special occasions. Besides, his clothes are for somebody skinnier than me.

"You sure?" Yohji asked.

"Well," Omi replied. "I'll look again………"

Ken came out of Farfarello's room, holding a wad of clothes. "I am not wearing this stuff. It's all bondage clothes! And the only real shirt is this white one!" he held up a white button-up shirt.

"Oh, but Ken," Yohji said, cheerfully, "There's always this lovely pair of black leather………shorts………well, looks like you're screwed."

"Hey, Yohji," Omi called. "I think Mastermind likes, white pants. That's all he has………"

"Oh, man," Yohji groaned, trudging to Schuldig's closet to find some other pants. "Whatever happened to 'no white after labor day'?"

Aya came out of Crawford's room, one eyebrow raised. "His clothes are way too big." He looked pointedly at his feet, where the pants were rolled up, as were his sleeves.

"Omi, are you colourblind?" Yohji asked, appearing in the doorway.

"No," Omi replied. "Why?"

"These pants," Yohji held up two pairs of pants. "Are blue, and these look very green to me."

"Oh," Omi said. "Oops."

"I can't run in these things," Ken said, coming out of Farfarello's room, wearing his blue bondage pants. "Every time I try to take a long stride, the rope-thingy holds me back."

"I think that's the point," Omi said, who had taken a seat on the couch, enjoying watching his teammates struggle with dressing. "Have you tried taking them off?"

"Yes, and they won't!"

"I guess you have a problem then."

Ken walked out of the room again, just as Aya reentered, holding a pair of shiny, black shoes. Aya dumped the shoes in Omi's lap.

"Wow," Omi said, looking at the shoes. "I wonder if his feet can get any smaller without physically impairing him."

"You think his feet are small," Yohji said, coming back out of Schuldig's room. "Look at these things."

"You know, Omi, I don't see you getting dressed," Ken said, coming into the room. "Surely, you can come up with something,"

"I have. I just enjoy watching you three make a big deal out of this," Omi said, grinning.

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Schwartz

"Come out," Schuldig said, in his sweetest voice, trying to coax a certain fifteen-year-old out of the washroom.

"No!" came the reply.

"Surely it can't be that bad."

"I look like I'm wearing a dress."

"But that shirt looked really cute on the hanger," Schuldig said, grinning wider.

"Do I look like a hanger to you?"

//Come on, Leib, come out// Schuldig tried.

The door creaked open, to show a very disgruntled Nagi. Not only that, but the telekinetic was wearing Omi's brown, lace-down, open-belly shirt.

"It doesn't look that bad," Schuldig said in a very unconvincing voice.

"Say it," Nagi said. "I don't need to be telepathic to know what you're thinking. Just say it."

"It looks like a dress," Schuldig said, before finally bursting into laughter.

"What's going on?" Crawford asked, emerging from Aya's room.

"Nagi—" Schuldig stopped to catch his breath, but burst into another fit of laughter. Once he was able to control himself he said, "Nagi looks like he's wearing a dress."

Crawford looked around Schuldig, to see Nagi blushing, and his eyes popped out of his head. "You are not wearing that in public," Crawford said, in that very annoying way parents do.

"Damn right, I'm not," Nagi said, pushing back into Omi's room.

"HELLO!?"

Both Crawford and Schuldig jumped, looking around for the source of the disturbance. They came across a tube coming out of the floor, and twisting into a horn, much like a trumpet's.

"What the hell?" Crawford said.

"Hey, some of us had these in Germany," Schuldig said.

Crawford studied Schuldig for a moment before saying, "I thought you couldn't remember your past?"

"Of course I can," Schuldig said, "I just don't like my name, so I lied to get out of telling you. Anyway, these are in the really old houses, and people talked into them from other rooms, so they wouldn't have to shout." Then Schuldig leaned down and shouted back into the pipe.

"Yes, Farfarello?"

"I found some clothes down here, and maybe Crawford could find his much-needed suit."

Schuldig walked into Aya's room and over to the closet. Indeed, there didn't seem to be anything suitable to wear in an office, but Schuldig kept on looking, until—

"Tell Farfarello we found something," Schuldig yelled out the door.

"You did?" Crawford said, entering the bedroom.

"Yup!" Schuldig held out what looked like a white military uniform. "And you don't have to worry about the pants being to short, because there's these lovely boots to go with it. And you still get to make me salute you like this, Mein Fuhrer."

With that, Schuldig did an atrociously good Nazi salute. However and the look on Crawford's face, he lowered his arm, but didn't stop grinning. Crawford snatched the suit out of Schuldig's hand and shoved him out the door.

Nagi had emerged from Omi's room, wearing a blue shirt and green shorts.

"That kid is such a dork," Nagi said, scowling.

"That kid is older than you," Schuldig reminded Nagi, sticking out his tongue.

"That kid doesn't have a single pair of long pants. And all his pants have these loopy things."

"Those called suspenders, chibi," Schuldig said, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever. And his shirts suck, and he's got a ridiculous collection of hats. Although," Nagi said, pulling out an overlarge, fuzzy red sweater. "I rather like this thing."

He rubbed his cheek against the sweater for a moment, as Schuldig laughed. Finally, the German pulled the sweater out of Nagi's grip and pulled it over the boy's head.

"If you like it so much, Leib, you should wear it," Schuldig said, giving the rare genuine smile as Nagi almost grinned (because that's just not something Nagi does, is it?).

"Okay, Schuldig," Crawford said, coming back out of Aya's room in the uniform. "You can call me 'Mein Fuhrer', because I do feel like Hitler now."

Nagi gave a small snort of laughter before burying his face in Schuldig's should. You couldn't hear anything, but his shoulders were shaking pretty hard. Schulig himself was ready to collapse in his own fit of laughter.

Farfarello came upstairs holding a bundle of clothes in his arms. "I can't wear any of these, they're dirty," he said, dumping a pile of Ken's clothes on the floor. Schuldig grabbed a shirt and smelled it.

"Ugh," he said, holding it at arm's length. "Has this guy ever heard of deodorant? What's he been doing?"

"He's a soccer coach," Nagi said, looking at the pile of clothes.

"I suppose you'll just have to find the cleanest dirty pants and shirt," Crawford said.

Nagi, Schuldig, and Farfarello spent a good hour categorizing Ken's clothes into "a little dirty", "dirty", "really dirty", "just smelly", "just stained", and "not really dirty, I-just-threw-it-in-here-because-I-ran-out-of-closet-space". Meanwhile, Crawford continued to look through Aya's clothes, dirty or not, trying to find a decent suit and tie. It took him a while, but he finally found a white shirt and navy pants and jacket. No tie.

It wasn't until he got it on that he remembered Aya was shorter than him.

"Schuldig," he said, coming into the hall where the rest of Schwartz was still going through Ken's clothes. "Does Balinese have a pair of black pants?"

"Dunno, haven't looked yet," Schuldig replied. "You can go look."

A moment later, Crawford reemerged from Yohji's room wearing a pair off much-better-fitting black pants, and Farfarello was pushed in there to change.

"What did you give him to wear?" Crawford asked.

"Well, we figured that these black pants might be confining enough that he can't run very well in them," Nagi said. "And we kinda have to go on faith that he won't rip up this blue t-shirt that Siberian had."

Crawford mumbled something about it being impossible to have faith in Farfarello, but as he couldn't come up with a better solution, let it be.

Schuldig finally got the chance to go into Yohji's room to change for himself. He realized he didn't have any right to complain, as Yohji's wardrobe was considerable more extensive than the others', the clothes fit him, and they were actually clean. One complaint, though, was the fact that a good many of the Weiss man's shirts were belly-shirts. He did manage to find a nice, dark blue button-up shirt, and some rather interesting jackets.

If dressing was this hard, it would only get worse.

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Author's notes: Wow. That was much longer than I intended it to be. I was going to put the room raids (as in, looking through each other's stuff) on this chapter, but it seemed long enough as it is. I think if they get this long again, I'll break it up so that one chapter is on Weiss and one is on Schwartz.

Would you believe that when I ran the spell-check on this, I had to press "add" every time I came across a name? Actually, I bet you people could, but it's a pain in the ass to me, so, you know.

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