Notes: YAY!! I'm updating!! Really, I'm going to try to finish this story, but sometimes it's hard to think of things.

Dragon Mistress: This is such a parody of both Weiss Kreuz and Trading Spaces. But more Trading Spaces. Yeah, I guess I did hint at Schuldig/Nagi, but it was completely unintentionally. I tend to make two people with their personality types act like they're closer. I know, I do the exact same thing with Harry Potter's Remus and Sirius, so………

Shadoehunter: Yeah, I realize I never DID explain what Omi did. I guess I can in this chapter, then.

I only got two reviews for the last chapter, from RuByMoOn17 and Dragon Mistress. I would really love to get more this time, if for no other reason than to keep my moral up.

Also, I tried to put a website up, but it didn't work. So let's try again. Yuekinet / homeland, just put a dot between Yueki and net, and delete the space between the slash. That SHOULD show pictures of all the clothes in my story.

Omi had finally put on the white pants and green shirt that he found in Nagi's room, and, like his Weiss counterpart, was clicking through Schwartz's files. Unfortunately for Omi, he hadn't been able to upgrade his computer to a 98 yet, so he was marveling at the speed and accuracy of the computer. He closed his eyes momentarily, sighing at the continuing bumping behind him.

Now, Omi is a nice guy. Everybody knows that. But there was only so much he could take.

"Ken," he said, turning around to the soccer player, who was kicking his ball against the wall repeatedly. "Could you take that somewhere else?"

Ken shrugged and left the room.

Meanwhile, Yohji was flipping through Schulig's address book, and calling every girl listed in there.

"Hello?" he said, as another girl answered. "May I speak to Ayaka?"

"This is she."

"Miss Ayaka," he said, "I wonder if you know somebody by the name of 'Schuldig'."

"I don't recall the name," Ayaka said. "Perhaps if you gave a brief description……"

"Tall, European, lots of red hair and blue eyes. He usually wears a green, double-breasted jacket."

"Oh, you mean Christian! He's such a hottie—for a Gaijin, that is. And talk about mind-blowing sex—"

Yohji slammed the phone down on the receiver, and sat stunned for a moment. He had heard quite enough from her to scar him for a while. And either Mastermind had given a fake name, or his real name. Neither seemed like a great prospect.

"Yohji?" Ken asked, looking at his partner from the doorway.

"I just found out that I never want to talk to Mastermind's girlfriends again," explained Yohji.

Ken laughed, as Aya and Omi came up behind him.

"Well, that'll teach you to hit on every girl you meet," Omi said.

"You are such a fool," Aya said.

"I wonder how many of your girlfriends have been in bed with Mastermind, then?" Ken said.

Yohji fainted at the idea alone.

A little while later, Ken was sitting on Farfarello's bed. He had been staring at the dresser for some time. Finally, he got up to nerves to open it. He took out a white garment, only to realize it was a straightjacket. Out of curiosity, he slipped it on, feeling his arm hug around his waste. He then got the creeps and took it off again. He dug around some more. And he found a pair of handcuffs.

His mind was still in, "in the gutter" mode from Yohji's experience a while ago.

He fainted dead out.

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Across Tokyo, Nagi sat on Ken's bed, watching his teammates sorting through Ken's stuff. He then said: "I hope that Siberian doesn't get the wrong idea about those handcuffs in Farfarello's dresser. It's just so hard to keep your hands off stuff sometimes, you know, Farf."

Schuldig gave an evil grin.

Notes: Well, what do you think? Please review, it makes me so happy ^_~!!