XD I changed the chapter order a little, so this is a chapter with the girls moving into their new room assignments. I had demands from fellow cast members for its being written. XD So here it is. Enjoy. :3
---Misplaced in Space - Chapter Twelve; ROOMIES!---
After the quartet had dispersed from their former room, the girls scurried off to their designated room. Off to the left Kryss and Anna had gone, where the hall forked, one direction leading toward Duo's room and the other to Zechs'.
Once Anna had left her, Kryss found herself staring down the right portion of the fork in the hall toward certain doom. There would be beatings. There would be screaming. She could only pray the energy to fend off Bakagami would remain with her. The blonde took in a deep breath and drug her bags down the hallway until she came to Duo's room number, certain discomfort awaiting her inside.
Hesitantly she knocked upon his door, and with a whoosh it opened and out popped Death himself like a jack in the box. He wore a wide grin, his nose touching her own as he greeted her a silky voice, "Welcome home."
Kryss' puffed up in anger as she bashed him over the head. "This ain't my home, baka, this is entirely against my will. Now get outta my way."
"Owww..." he yowled, then hissed and sent a hurt look in the psychotic midget's direction, which she dutifully ignored. He then picked up her bags and drug them inside and sat down upon his black, silken bed. After him she entered, looking somewhat surprised at his kind gesture and began unpacking her bags.
Hmm, she thought, a good smack here and there and he should be manageable...
***
Ashley approached Wufei's room with her head held high, her huge duffel bag in her arms. She sighed and gave the door a swift kick. No response. She grumbled irritably and kicked the door once more. "HEY, OTOKO! OPEN UP!"
A strangled cry of 'onna!' came through the door just before it opened. In the doorframe Wufei stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair drenched and plastered to his head, water dripping down his chest. "Your timing is horrific, onna," he hissed through clenched teeth. "The dresser by the bed is cleaned out." With that he turned and stormed back toward the bathroom where water still ran in the shower and the door hung open, steam pouring out into the room.
The poor onna could only stare in shock as she watched him walk away and slam the door. She then turned crimson and walked inside as she saw him shed his towel, his nude form thankfully blurred by the door's textured glass. "Otoko..." she grumbled as she began unpacking her clothes into the empty dresser.
***
Nicole grumbled as she approached Quatre's room and kicked the toe of her boot at the floor as she stared at the number plate on the door. "Gyaaah..." she sighed and rapped at the door. "I feel like such a moron..."
A few moments passed before a breathless Quatre came to the door and opened it quickly, his cheeks a faint pink in color and a sweet smile playing on his lips. "Hello!" he greeted cheerfully, pushing open the door for her and standing aside for her to enter.
The brunette smiled and walked in, looking around curiously. "Wow...your room is so pretty with the lights on..." she mused, looking around at the deep, rich colors of the linens on his bed and whatnot.
"Oh...thank you," he replied quietly, scratching at the back of his neck. Then with a heavy exhale he took a seat in his desk chair.
"Hmm?" she turned her attention to him with a blink. "Tired?"
"Oh...I've just been cleaning up for you, I'm a little tired, yes..." He blushed at the attention and gestured across the room. "Those shelves and the dresser are for you..."
"Uh, thanks..." she smiled and turned back to her bags and blushed. "For me...?" she mumbled, then coughed and shook her head. "I'm such a dork..."
***
Okay, sharing a room with Zechs. It couldn't be that bad, right? Obviously he didn't hate her. So Anna did have anything to worry about...did she?
She shook it off as she knocked at the door to his room. Much more quaint than his office door, it looked just like any other door to any other room. After a bit the door began to creek open, and a portion of Zech's face was visible through the crack in the door. The sound of soft music and the faint smell of flowers was wafting out though that tiny opening, and once Zechs had realized who it was he opened the door wide and ushered her inside.
He then quickly shut the door once more behind Anna and her bags, giving her the chance to look around the room and see the red, satin robe with silky burgundy pajama pants, the sash untied and revealing the co-commander of the Peace Milion's well-muscled chest and stomach.
...Then the color drained from her face and she lost consciousness.
***
Bwahahaha, that's one way to escape Zechs' raging hormones. XD
---Misplaced in Space - Chapter Twelve; ROOMIES!---
After the quartet had dispersed from their former room, the girls scurried off to their designated room. Off to the left Kryss and Anna had gone, where the hall forked, one direction leading toward Duo's room and the other to Zechs'.
Once Anna had left her, Kryss found herself staring down the right portion of the fork in the hall toward certain doom. There would be beatings. There would be screaming. She could only pray the energy to fend off Bakagami would remain with her. The blonde took in a deep breath and drug her bags down the hallway until she came to Duo's room number, certain discomfort awaiting her inside.
Hesitantly she knocked upon his door, and with a whoosh it opened and out popped Death himself like a jack in the box. He wore a wide grin, his nose touching her own as he greeted her a silky voice, "Welcome home."
Kryss' puffed up in anger as she bashed him over the head. "This ain't my home, baka, this is entirely against my will. Now get outta my way."
"Owww..." he yowled, then hissed and sent a hurt look in the psychotic midget's direction, which she dutifully ignored. He then picked up her bags and drug them inside and sat down upon his black, silken bed. After him she entered, looking somewhat surprised at his kind gesture and began unpacking her bags.
Hmm, she thought, a good smack here and there and he should be manageable...
***
Ashley approached Wufei's room with her head held high, her huge duffel bag in her arms. She sighed and gave the door a swift kick. No response. She grumbled irritably and kicked the door once more. "HEY, OTOKO! OPEN UP!"
A strangled cry of 'onna!' came through the door just before it opened. In the doorframe Wufei stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair drenched and plastered to his head, water dripping down his chest. "Your timing is horrific, onna," he hissed through clenched teeth. "The dresser by the bed is cleaned out." With that he turned and stormed back toward the bathroom where water still ran in the shower and the door hung open, steam pouring out into the room.
The poor onna could only stare in shock as she watched him walk away and slam the door. She then turned crimson and walked inside as she saw him shed his towel, his nude form thankfully blurred by the door's textured glass. "Otoko..." she grumbled as she began unpacking her clothes into the empty dresser.
***
Nicole grumbled as she approached Quatre's room and kicked the toe of her boot at the floor as she stared at the number plate on the door. "Gyaaah..." she sighed and rapped at the door. "I feel like such a moron..."
A few moments passed before a breathless Quatre came to the door and opened it quickly, his cheeks a faint pink in color and a sweet smile playing on his lips. "Hello!" he greeted cheerfully, pushing open the door for her and standing aside for her to enter.
The brunette smiled and walked in, looking around curiously. "Wow...your room is so pretty with the lights on..." she mused, looking around at the deep, rich colors of the linens on his bed and whatnot.
"Oh...thank you," he replied quietly, scratching at the back of his neck. Then with a heavy exhale he took a seat in his desk chair.
"Hmm?" she turned her attention to him with a blink. "Tired?"
"Oh...I've just been cleaning up for you, I'm a little tired, yes..." He blushed at the attention and gestured across the room. "Those shelves and the dresser are for you..."
"Uh, thanks..." she smiled and turned back to her bags and blushed. "For me...?" she mumbled, then coughed and shook her head. "I'm such a dork..."
***
Okay, sharing a room with Zechs. It couldn't be that bad, right? Obviously he didn't hate her. So Anna did have anything to worry about...did she?
She shook it off as she knocked at the door to his room. Much more quaint than his office door, it looked just like any other door to any other room. After a bit the door began to creek open, and a portion of Zech's face was visible through the crack in the door. The sound of soft music and the faint smell of flowers was wafting out though that tiny opening, and once Zechs had realized who it was he opened the door wide and ushered her inside.
He then quickly shut the door once more behind Anna and her bags, giving her the chance to look around the room and see the red, satin robe with silky burgundy pajama pants, the sash untied and revealing the co-commander of the Peace Milion's well-muscled chest and stomach.
...Then the color drained from her face and she lost consciousness.
***
Bwahahaha, that's one way to escape Zechs' raging hormones. XD