-Schwartz-
Nagi stared in disbelief at the ancient computer he was expected to use. Surely this was some kind of a joke.
"Hey, Bishonen!"
Nagi turned in his seat to see Schuldig leaning against the doorframe.
"What do you want?" Nagi snapped, turning back around. "And don't call me that."
"Just wondering what kind of dirty stuff our dear, 'innocent' Bombay keeps in his room," Schuldig said.
"Is it really our business?" Nagi asked.
"Yes," Schuldig said. "After all, you have to live here."
Nagi made no comment. He heard Schuldig cross the room, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Schuldig opened Omi's closet.
Schuldig gave a low whistle, looking at the carefully colour-coded clothes. He examined the shoes, all well cared for. He looked in the top shelf, and gave a yell of triumph, pulling several magazines down.
"Hey, Chibi, I guess Bombay isn't that clean, now is he?" Schuldig said, holding up one of the magazines. He then gave another soft laugh at the idea of Omi hiding these in his room, but put them back.
"So, what're you looking at now?" the German asked, peering over Nagi's shoulder.
"Bombay's ancient computer," Nagi said. "Look at it! It's only a 95!"
Schuldig laughed again. "Well, that's all you have to work with, Bishonen. You know the layout for all the rooms are exactly the same. That is, save the little things like the fact that Bombay has a computer. They even have the windows in the same place."
"Fascinating. Now go away."
Schuldig gave a huff, but left. He really didn't feel like annoying Nagi that much. He had already tried this on Crawford, who told him to "piss off, unless you want to be thrown out the window". He honestly could only remember one time that Crawford made that kind of threat, and knew that he was dead serious (he had rather painful memories about almost dieing in a certain airplane incident). But Schuldig was bored, so as a last resort he went to the room Farfarello was staying in.
The Irishman was sitting in middle of the room, the only spot that wasn't heaped with junk.
"Holy...you know, I know you like searching through other peoples' stuff, but is making this much of a mess really necessary?" Schuldig asked, smirking.
"I didn't do this," Farfarello said, "It was like this when I moved in. Crawford said I should clean it up, because he's always really anal about these kinds of things-"
"Crawford's anal about everything."
"-But I don't know where to start, and I'm not allowed to destroy anything."
Schuldig grinned even wider. Now was his chance to dig through somebody else's room. "I'll help. It'll go faster."
Farfarello knew that tone of voice. His partner was up to something. But since it was what he wanted, he didn't press the matter. Besides, Schuldig could be very fun, and God-hurting when he was up to something.
Meanwhile, Crawford was in Aya's closet. He was picking clothes off the floor of it, and trying to colour-code everthing, much like in his closet; such a thing made everything much easier. He then paused, realizing that he had no idea what Schuldig was up to. He then decided that Nagi and Farfarello could defend themselves, and at least Nagi wouldn't let Schuldig do anything incredibly stupid.
@%@%@%@%@%@%@% Author's notes: Schwartz gets first bidding in this chapter, since I need time to imagine what kind of rooms that they have. The whole next chapter gets to be Weiss, though
A note about the last chapter: all the clothes that they tried on in the last chapter actually exist. I looked all over the Internet and found the most outrageous pics I could. One really good gallery (the one with Aya's military uniform in it) is at yueki.net/omi.
Also, thanks to: BombayGoku, LoveyDoveyPink, Dark Jisushiku, Escurogarra, Shadoehunter, RuByMoOn17, AngelofNights, and Redtiger for reviewing (and sorry if I spelled your names wrong!)
Redtiger: yeah, I know it's really AU. Somehow, whenever I write a story for an anime, it's something that could never, ever, ever, ever happen, but if it did, it would be really funny...or just really disturbing, like in my other fic, "Ex-models are Annoying".
I know, I know, I made Ken a complete slob. But I figured one would be, and I didn't think it would be Aya or Yohji, and definitely not Omi, so...sorry to all you Ken-lovers out there!
Nagi stared in disbelief at the ancient computer he was expected to use. Surely this was some kind of a joke.
"Hey, Bishonen!"
Nagi turned in his seat to see Schuldig leaning against the doorframe.
"What do you want?" Nagi snapped, turning back around. "And don't call me that."
"Just wondering what kind of dirty stuff our dear, 'innocent' Bombay keeps in his room," Schuldig said.
"Is it really our business?" Nagi asked.
"Yes," Schuldig said. "After all, you have to live here."
Nagi made no comment. He heard Schuldig cross the room, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Schuldig opened Omi's closet.
Schuldig gave a low whistle, looking at the carefully colour-coded clothes. He examined the shoes, all well cared for. He looked in the top shelf, and gave a yell of triumph, pulling several magazines down.
"Hey, Chibi, I guess Bombay isn't that clean, now is he?" Schuldig said, holding up one of the magazines. He then gave another soft laugh at the idea of Omi hiding these in his room, but put them back.
"So, what're you looking at now?" the German asked, peering over Nagi's shoulder.
"Bombay's ancient computer," Nagi said. "Look at it! It's only a 95!"
Schuldig laughed again. "Well, that's all you have to work with, Bishonen. You know the layout for all the rooms are exactly the same. That is, save the little things like the fact that Bombay has a computer. They even have the windows in the same place."
"Fascinating. Now go away."
Schuldig gave a huff, but left. He really didn't feel like annoying Nagi that much. He had already tried this on Crawford, who told him to "piss off, unless you want to be thrown out the window". He honestly could only remember one time that Crawford made that kind of threat, and knew that he was dead serious (he had rather painful memories about almost dieing in a certain airplane incident). But Schuldig was bored, so as a last resort he went to the room Farfarello was staying in.
The Irishman was sitting in middle of the room, the only spot that wasn't heaped with junk.
"Holy...you know, I know you like searching through other peoples' stuff, but is making this much of a mess really necessary?" Schuldig asked, smirking.
"I didn't do this," Farfarello said, "It was like this when I moved in. Crawford said I should clean it up, because he's always really anal about these kinds of things-"
"Crawford's anal about everything."
"-But I don't know where to start, and I'm not allowed to destroy anything."
Schuldig grinned even wider. Now was his chance to dig through somebody else's room. "I'll help. It'll go faster."
Farfarello knew that tone of voice. His partner was up to something. But since it was what he wanted, he didn't press the matter. Besides, Schuldig could be very fun, and God-hurting when he was up to something.
Meanwhile, Crawford was in Aya's closet. He was picking clothes off the floor of it, and trying to colour-code everthing, much like in his closet; such a thing made everything much easier. He then paused, realizing that he had no idea what Schuldig was up to. He then decided that Nagi and Farfarello could defend themselves, and at least Nagi wouldn't let Schuldig do anything incredibly stupid.
@%@%@%@%@%@%@% Author's notes: Schwartz gets first bidding in this chapter, since I need time to imagine what kind of rooms that they have. The whole next chapter gets to be Weiss, though
A note about the last chapter: all the clothes that they tried on in the last chapter actually exist. I looked all over the Internet and found the most outrageous pics I could. One really good gallery (the one with Aya's military uniform in it) is at yueki.net/omi.
Also, thanks to: BombayGoku, LoveyDoveyPink, Dark Jisushiku, Escurogarra, Shadoehunter, RuByMoOn17, AngelofNights, and Redtiger for reviewing (and sorry if I spelled your names wrong!)
Redtiger: yeah, I know it's really AU. Somehow, whenever I write a story for an anime, it's something that could never, ever, ever, ever happen, but if it did, it would be really funny...or just really disturbing, like in my other fic, "Ex-models are Annoying".
I know, I know, I made Ken a complete slob. But I figured one would be, and I didn't think it would be Aya or Yohji, and definitely not Omi, so...sorry to all you Ken-lovers out there!