What Happens in Weiss, Stays in Weiss

by KalliopeStarmist

The Nuances of Toast, a band of merry original characters, find themselves trapped in the land of Killer Florists. Will they find a way home before being killed by irrate fangirls?

3. Violating Traffic Laws Can Be Fun

What Happens in Weiss, Stays in Weiss -Part 2.

By Michiko with mucho consulting of Amaya, as I think will become fairly obvious as you read.

A/N: I had way too much fun looking up pick up lines for this next scene.

Still reading? Excellent. Quickly, to one of the spare bedrooms, where Michiko has given up on her friends returning with pancakes any time soon. Someone is knocking on the door.

"It's about time. Next time you guys are sick, you can forget about any help from me. If I live through this. And I had better, or I'll haunt you till you die." She whispered to herself. She didn't have the strength to shout.

The door opened slowly, like in those cheesy horror flicks. If she hadn't been so tired, she may have been scared. Finally, the door opened and revealed (dun dun DUN) Yohji. Which doesn't seem scary to you, but you aren't lying helplessly on a bed with no clue what's going on. And I doubt your nose is bleeding. Pinch it if it is.

Michiko reached up to wipe the blood off her nose and groaned. "Oh no. I can't afford to lose any more blood."

Yohji set down the soup he was holding down and fished a bottle of No-Blead® pills out of his pocket. "Here. Take a few of these. They work pretty well. And drink some soup, too."

"Thanks." Being too weak to suspect poisoning, Michiko popped a couple of the nose bleed stopping pills, which worked nicely, and gulped down some soup. "Yum, instant. My favorite."

"I'm sorry, it was all we had. It's supposed to be good if you've lost blood, but if you don't like it, we could find something else..."

"Oh, no, this is fine. Instant really is my favorite." Lazy Young Adults, UNITE!

"Oh. I was thinking that you would like Campbell's." Yohji sat down on the bed, causing the audience to check the rating nervously.

"Why do you say that?" Michiko continued calmly sipping her soup. She wasn't feeling to alert today.

"Cause you're looking mmmmmm mmmmmm good." Scooting a little closer...

At this point, even Michiko could get the message. "I don't mean to be rude, but who the hell are you, and what have you done with my friends?"

"Oh, that's right. You were unconscious. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yohji, but you can call me Anytime. .. and your friends are downstairs, doing... something...with my friends."

"I'm guessing this is your house? I should thank you for letting us stay here." Changing the subject doesn't always work, and this was one of those times. Which was what she was hoping for anyway.

"Don't mention it. It isn't everyday that a gorgeous babe shows up at your door in the middle of the night." Trust us, folks, something would have happened here if Omi hadn't popped his head in the door.

"Hey, Yohji? Have you seen the car keys? We're going out to look for Amaya's car."

Yohji forced a smile. "Omi? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Omi turned bright red. "Um, about that. Amaya also says that she will be very very angry if you molest her friend."

"'Molest' is a harsh word... and the keys are on top of the microwave." Messenger boy left to relay this important information to the waiting group of car-finders.

"Sorry about the interruption. That was Omi. Nice kid, bad timing..."

"Oh, that's all right. I should go help them find the car, anyway. I want to get my suitcase." Michiko, with mucho effort, crawled out of bed. "Is it just me or is it cold in here?"

"Well, you were kinda soggy when you got here last night, and so we decided to 'help' you out of your clothes. Maybe you'd like a bathrobe... or not? We don't have to go car hunting."

And so Michiko realized that she was clad in underwear. Poor her. She didn't even have enough blood left to blush. "Meep! Bathrobes are good. I like bathrobes." She said, while thinking: Of all the days to wear my day of the week panties...

So, just as the party was getting ready to leave, Michiko stumbled downstairs in a pink bathrobe, supported mostly by the railing and Yohji.

"A plate of school fries says she can walk on her own." Amaya whispered to Rainbow.

"No bet."

"Ok, who all is coming?" Ken, having retrieved the car keys, headed for the door.

"I am!" Bono and Rainbow jumped up at the same time.

"I want to drive." Cyrano and Aya said in unison, although Aya, as usual, seemed a bit more menacing about it. They turned on each other.

"No, I'll drive!" They said together.

"I said it first!" They chorused. "No, I said it first!"

"Neither of you is driving!" Ken, Rainbow, and Bono said.

"Why not?" asked Cyrano and Aya.

"Because you'll get us lost in the middle of nowhere and kill us!" Replied R, K, and B. Ken broke away from the group.

"I will be driving, because I don't trust any of you with the car under the circumstances. Ok, that's Bono, Rainbow, Aya, Cyrano, and me. Anyone else?"

Bono and Rainbow sighed. There would be no getting Ken with them in the backseat now.

"Yohji and I are going. You young'uns can't be trusted on your own." Michiko volunteered.

Aya took a step away from her. "Did you just say young'uns?"

"Yeah. It means Kids. It's the red neck in me. I grew up in the states."

Ken was counting on his fingers. "I don't see Omi and Amaya, so I guess they're not coming... but that still makes seven, and the car seats five... so we may have to double up in the backseat..."

"I want to sit in front!" called out Rainbow, Bono, and Aya at the same time. They then proceeded to have a Rock-Paper-Scissors tournament. Meanwhile, Yohji and Michiko slipped out to the car.

They tried to open the door, only to find out what had happened to Omi and Amaya.

Back in the kitchen, the Rock-Paper-Scissors match was momentarily paused as several screams and the sound of a car door slamming echoed throughout the world.

The car window rolled down, and the no-longer-missing teens poked their heads out.

"Yohji! Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?"

"When was the last time you knocked on a car door, Omi?"

"Amaya, how long have you two been out here? No, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

"Only a few minutes. And may I ask what you two were planning to do out here, Michiko?"

Yohji and Michiko quickly sat down on front passenger's seat."We were going to claim the front seat before anyone else. See? Perfectly innocent."

Amaya and Omi didn't dignify this with a response. They rolled their eyes and went back to smoothing out their hair, straightening out their clothes, etc. Then an awkward silence took over. Michiko coughed a little.

"Er... You've had...The Talk before, right?"

"NO! I mean, YES.. I mean, whatever answer will stop you from continuing!"

Michiko and Yohji sighed with relief, and the conversation turned back to normal topics until the others came out, with the winner of the Front Seat Contest in the lead.

"ROCK IS DEAD! LONG LIVE PAPER AND SCISSORS!" Rainbow shouted, throwing open the door to her hard-won prize, and finding it taken. "Hey! This is my seat! I won it!"

"We got here first!"

"Yeah, Rainbow, ya snooze, ya lose. Guess you'll just have to sit in the back seat like everybody else. Mwahahaha." Bono laughed as he tried to climb into the seat most convenient for glomping the driver. He paused to let Amaya scoot quickly onto Omi's lap as though they were doing their part to combat the National Chair Shortage.

"Come on, Michiko! I won the contest fair and square!"

"Anything worth having is worth cheating for. And I don't feel safe sitting with you guys."

"After all we did for you! You should be grateful we didn't leave you in the car!"

"Yeah, I feel really lucky to have you guys watching out for me. Don't worry about me. Just leave me lying around in the rain, or, better yet, in some guys' house in my underwear! I'll be fine!"

"Well, no harm done, so what's the big deal? Now move!" Rainbow kicked the door.

"Um. No."

Rainbow shumshed herself next to Bono. "This isn't over yet, Von Bono." She whispered as she forced the door closed. On the other side of the car, Aya was doing the same thing.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Cyrano said as she climbed through the still-opened window and tumbled onto Aya's lap. "Ok. I'm here now."

"I'm almost certain this violates some kind of traffic safety law." He (Aya) remarked as Ken started the engine. To remind you, there are currently six people in the back seat, two of whom are fighting violently to be closest to the driver.

"Yeah, and you've never broken any laws before, Saint Aya." Omi muttered sarcastically.

"Well, you're certainly having fun, aren't you, Omi?" Aya shot back. Cyrano twitched nervously. She had an uncharacteristic craving for whipped cream. Michiko tossed her a No-Blead® pill.

"Poor Aya. He's cranky because he slept on the couch last night so you could have his room, Cyrano. Don't you feel loved?" Score 1-0, Omi's favor.

"AWWWW! That is so sweet!" Cyrano twisted around to give Aya a glomp of thanks, while the glomp-ed glared at Omi, and if looks could kill, the boy would have left the car on a stretcher.

"Hey, look, we just passed our car!" Rainbow cried, pointing out the window as they sped by an abandoned rental car that was some 30 feet off the road. The moving violation vehicle (a.k.a. the one our heros are currently crammed into) skidded to a halt, and Ken, Yohji, and Michiko got out. The others were having some trouble with their doors.

"Mmmmmmuuuuufffffffffffllll!" Yelled the car's prisoners.

"When we first got the car, we accidentally turned on the child safety locks, and we never did figure out how to turn them back off." Yohji explained.

"I'm all for letting them sit there for a while." Michiko touched a lump on the back of her head, a souvenir from the night before. She raised her voice so her friends could hear her. "FEELING ABANDONED, LITTLE SARDINES?"

Inside the car, the sardines were shifting around so that Aya could break the window.

"Slut." Muttered Bono. "It's not like she needs her long term memory or something."

Back outside the car, Ken was taking pity on his friends/fanclub and opening the door, causing six disgruntled young'uns to tumble onto the ground in a heap. But in a matter of minutes, they were up and running towards the car, and, more importantly, the trunk.

"Do you remember putting our suitcases on top? I could have sworn that they were the first things we packed." Amaya asked Rainbow anxiously as she carried her duffle to the Moving Violation's trunk.

"They probably got warped when we went through the portal. It's no big deal." Rainbow answered as Cyrano struggled by, trying to carry both the bulk case of Chocolate Reddi Whip and her suitcase at the same time. Aya went over to help her, not realizing that he was about to approach a fangirl armed with whipped cream. Oh well, you have to die somehow.

In other news, Bono was happily reunited with Bev, his spiritual adviser/tin can, and the others had retrieved their suitcases and were thinking happily about what to bring back from the rental car next. Michiko was sitting on the hood of the Moving Violation, smiling because she had decided that no lasting damage had been done to the rental car. Cyrano was about a yard from said rental when she turned to the others and randomly started talking.

"TSUKASA AMOU! That's his name. He's an Eraser, and he's got blond hair, and wings that come out of his ears, but not out of his back because Kaname tore them off, but he still has the scars, which makes him kinda self conscious. And he lives with the math teacher, Tomonori, who Michiko kinda likes, and he's taking care of her cat, and he doesn't remember much about his past. And he's also friends with Naoya and Isshin."

The other Nuances looked at each other in surprise. What a difference just a little amount of information makes. Three seconds ago, they had completely forgotten that, somewhere, was a world where they belonged, not just where they were quirky guests. Now, they were all thinking the same thing, which they expressed in unison.

"What on God's green earth are you talking about?"

Cyrano jumped up and down anxiously. "The manga we're from, It's called Juv-OOF" And Cyrano fell face down in the mud, knocked out from a muffler that hit her when the rental car exploded behind her.

"CYRANO! Are you ok?" asked the assembled group. It was a rhetorical question, however, as she was obviously out cold, and the Nuances soon moved on to their burning possessions.

"NO! MY ANIME VIDEOS!" Screamed Amaya.

"MY SKETCH PAD!" Screamed Rainbow.

"MY VIDEO CAMERA!" Screamed Bono.

"MY RENTAL CAR!" Screamed Michiko, launching herself off the hood of the non-burning car and towards her own. She got about six feet before she collapsed in the mud. Rainbow and Amaya went to help her up.

"Don't worry. We'll help pay for it." Amaya soothed her friend, who was still struggling to reach the burninated wreckage.

"My insurance rates are going to spike so high."

"It probably exploded like that because it had objects in it that would refer us back to our original universe. Such records are very unstable." Explained Super Smart Rainbow of DOOM.

"Tell that to State Farm." Michiko sighed as she allowed her friends to lead her over to where the guys had dragged Cyrano and were attempting to revive her.

"Y'know, Michiko, we know you're not that sick, so could you please stop leaning on me? My shoulder sort of hurts."

"I can't help it. I'm having trouble walking."

"Oh, whatevah. Yohji's not watching, so you can stop with the act."

"It's not an act! Who do you think I am?"

Rainbow and Amaya nodded to each other, and, with an ominous "Honesty's a virtue" dropped the unsuspecting teacher, who immediately fell to the ground. As it turns out, Michiko really wasn't faking her inability to walk, which Rainbow and Amaya realized very soon.

"I am so sorry! Are you ok?"

Michiko mumbled something. The girls bent closer.

"Michiko? Are you hurt? I'm sorry, I really thought you were faking it."

Mumble. Bend closer...

"Izumi-Sensei? I can't hear you..."

"It sounds like she's singing..." Michiko raised her head off the ground.

"Protect me from what I want. Protect me from what I-iiii want. Protect me from what I wa-ant. Protect me, protect me..." She sang, giggling a little as Amaya and Rainbow started to cry. "Ok, we're even now. Truce?"

"Truce. And I told you not to do that anymore! That song brings the sad." Rainbow remarked through her tears. For those of you who are not privy to this inside joke, this is from a Full Metal Alchemist AVM (Anime Music Video) which is both very well done, and very sad.

"Sorry. I couldn't resist. And, Amaya? Be careful around Omi. That kid has angsty past written all over him."

"That's what I love about him. And you should watch out, because Yohji's a complete sleazeball."

"Yeah, I know. Some women like a challenge. Not me."

Rainbow stopped suddenly and turned to the author. "HEY! What is with this story? I don't even LIKE Ken that much, yet I find myself in a fight to the death with Bono, who doesn't like Ken either! And why does Amaya get dibs on Omi? I like Omi! Omi is cool!"

Well, Amaya lent me episodes 1-15 of Weiss, so she gets first picks.

"That is so not fair! I let you watch all those AMV's, not to mention that I've been your friend longer than you've known Amaya! Anyway, who lent you .hack, and lets you watch FMA at her house, and made that Juvenile Orion poster for you, and reviews all of your fanfiction, even when it sucks, and..." Rainbow went on, making a very fair point. The menfolk, who were still dragging Cyrano away from the car, stopped to stare.

"And Michiko and Yohji are doing God-knows-WHAT, and you have no proof that Aya CAN'T drive! And quit making me out to be a slut! I can't help it that I like Kaname and Naoya and Omi and Aya and Ed and..."

The author feels really bad, and did not mean to make you look like a slut, and yes, she knows that you can't help your feelings. And why don't you like Ken? Ken is a nice guy.

"He doesn't have a personality, that's why!"

Ken is crying, Rainbow. You hurt his feelings.

Rainbow ran over to Ken, who was crying, because the author/narrator is all powerful. BOW DOWN BEFORE ME! Oh, sorry. I'll stop. Anyway, Rainbow glomped him, because who can resist a guy as cute as Ken when he's crying? And the author promised Rainbow that at some point she (Rainbow) would get to kidnap Ed as an apology present, and that she would not refer to herself for the rest of the fic. (Although this last promise was, of course, a lie.)

"Um, Rainbow? I can't breath...I really feel better now...um.." Ken started turning blue, Bono started scowling. Why wasn't he getting any action in this fic?

"This isn't over yet, Rainbow. Just you wait. Oh, Hi, Cyrano! You woke up!" Bono noticed as a random engine part went ka-boom in the distance.

"OH MY F#+&ING GOD! MY PHOTO ALBUM!" The now awake girl jumped up had to be restrained by Aya. Bono leaned over her.

"Cyrano, I want you to think very, very carefully. Now, tell me, what is the last thing you remember thinking?"

"I smell purple."

"Cyrano, how are you feeling?" Michiko asked, making notes on an imaginary clipboard.

"People tell me in one thing and out the other. I feel as much like I did yesterday as I did today. I never liked room temperature. My throat is closer than it seems. Likes and dislikes are among my favorites. No napkin is sanitary enough for me. I don't like any of my loved one."

"She'll be fine." said Bev, Bono's talking Cran-apple juice can. Another car part exploded in the background. "But we should either leave or report this to someone."

"We were only renting the cabin anyway." Ken managed to gasp from Rainbow's strangle hold.

"Yeah, they didn't have a one night only rate, and we needed it for a...OOF" This time, Omi was going OOF, because Aya had kicked him in the stomach. "Aya! That hurt."

"You're going to hurt a lot worse if you don't keep your mouth shut. What did we tell you about thinking before you talk about stuff?"

Awkward moment. Michiko started humming. "In the not too distant future, somewhere in time and space."

Yohji joined in. "Mike Nelson and his robot pals are caught in a nasty place."

The others (or Young'uns) groaned as a group. "Oh lord. (S)He's a Mistie."

"We'll send them cheesy movies! The worst we can find! He'll have to sit and watch them all..."

So, while the two Mystery Science Theater 3000 (a good show) fans were off in la la land, the others talked and decided to avoid police by packing up and leaving the cabin they were staying at, as well as the burning rental car. And thus, they piled into the car and drove back up to the house/cabin thing to pack, and, in Michiko's case, change out of Yohji's bathrobe.

Bono was sitting around the kitchen, staring into space and plotting ways to separate Rainbow from Ken, when (dun dun dun) Aya entered the room. Apparently, Aya doesn't take long to pack. "So, Bono. How are you today?" He asked threateningly.

"I'm...fine, I suppose." Bono said, eyeing possible exits.

"Your accent seems a bit odd. Where are you from?"

"(insert obscure European country here). We moved here to escape persecution in our country."

"We? Do you have other relatives? Older brother, perhaps?"

"No, I'm the oldest. I take care of my 3 little siblings."

"Do you have any cousins? Who look like you?"

"Dunno. I have cousins. but I don't know any of them. I just know they exist somewhere."

"Know anyone named Brad?"

"Umm...no?" I'm scared now...thought Bono.

"Are you sure? No distant relatives come to mind?"

"Look, I don't know anyone named Brad, ok?"

"Crawford?"

"Are you nuts?"

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Excuse me, but 'Crawford' is not a question. It isn't even a sentence!"

"You know what I mean." Aya stood up menacingly, but, fortunately for Bono, a random voice called out randomly.

"Hey, Aya? Have you seen my toothbrush?"

"We'll continue this conversation later." Aya whispered before leaving the room.

"Yeah, like hell we will. Lord, it's not like I killed his sister or something. Something very strange is going on in this place. And I may very well decide to get to the bottom of it." Bono muttered.

And then some boring stuff happened, and Michiko was wearing dry, clean, non-revealing clothes and waiting for someone to show up and take her downstairs. She didn't notice that Aya had let himself into her room.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts." She sang joyously, up until the intruder grabbed her arm and twisted it.

"OK! I'll stop singing. Geez."

"You're from the U.S, right?"

"Well, kinda. I moved there when I was twelve."

"Ever meet a guy there?"

"Well, DUH. There are lots of guys of the male gender in the US."

"Anyone by the name of Brad Crawford?"

"That Cindy's little brother?"

"What?"

"Cindy Crawford...never mind."

"Do you know a Brad Crawford or not?"

"Ok, look, here's what happened. It was one date, and he turned out to be a complete psycho, and I was in college, and it's not like anything actually happened. I didn't even have that great a time, and could you let go of my arm?" We have yet to discover if Michiko was telling the truth, or if she just wanted to tick Aya off. With her, either one is a possibility.

"Ever hear of Schwartz?"

"Yeah. May the Schwartz be with you!" Aya gaped at her. "Spaceballs? With Mel Brookes? Classic! You're too young. Now let go of my arm."

"Not till you answer the question. Have you ever hear of Schwartz?" Enter Cyrano.

"SCHWARTZSTIEN! Only the most gender-confused band EVER!" (Cyrano assures me this is a real J-rock band.)

Aya very quickly let go of Michiko's arm and dodged out of the room. "Yeah...I have to go, I forgot a thing... Bye."

Cyrano stared at the door for a second. "What were you two doing?"

"NOTHING! Why do you guys seem to think I'm sleeping with everybody?"

"I don't know. It just seems like something you would do. And the others wanted me to tell you that we're leaving."

And, they go downstairs, only to find that Aya has taken possession of the driver's seat, causing the back seat to become a very popular method of travel. Which brings us to the conclusion that Ken ends up in the back with Rainbow and Bono. (And also Omi, Amaya, Michiko, and Yohji, but they don't count.) Cyrano puts her life on the limb and sits in front, meaning that she's in very serious danger, but she can breath normally, which is more that the others can say.

So, Aya drives like a maniac, Cyrano giggles like a maniac, and Michiko and Yohji play a game wherein they start an MST quote, and the other has to finish. The rest of the group start to hope Aya will run the car over a cliff and shut up the two rabid fans.

"What do you think I'm here for?"

"I want you to spank me... ok, I have one. All hail the truck farmer,"

"Bow down before him! Worship the truck farmer,"

"At the church of your choice."

"WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET?" Screamed the three headed monster, BRK (Bono, Rainbow, Ken. Whenever they shout in unison from now on, they shall be BRK.)

Aya turned around in his seat. "What's going on back there?" Omi leaned forward and pushed his (Aya's) head back in the direction the car was headed.

"Just, keep your eyes on the road, Ok? We can take care of ourselves." As if to back Omi up on this, Michiko suffered a severe spaz attack, because if she isn't repeating MST jokes, then she's watching the road.

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! OMFG! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! WE'RE GOING TO CRASH INTO A PEDESTRIAN AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO END UP AS VEGETABLES IN THE HOSPIT- OOF!" That was the sound of Michiko hitting the back of the front seat as Aya slammed the brakes on. Actually, not just Michiko. The whole back seat.

"Are we there yet?" Asked the Nuances.

"No, we're not there yet. Aya? Did you turn into a senior citizen or something?" Ken asked angrily, rubbing his head where it collided with Bono's.

"NO! I did not turn into a senior citizen! I just thought maybe you would be a little more relaxed if I drove at the speed limit! You were complaining a second ago!" Aya rounded on the group and glared at them, daring them to ask about this sudden concern for their feelings.

"Meep." Said the others. Except Cyrano, who was still singing some song and wonder why they weren't moving.

And then they started moving again and ended up back in Florist Land, where happy school girls hang around and wait to see the celebrity Florists of Happy. They bring the happy. Only in this case, they bring what fangirls everywhere consider "rivals".

Inside the car, which is being mobbed by fangirls from the outside;

"How do they always know when we'll be here?"

"They don't. They sleep outside the shop." Aya pointed to several large tents and campsites pitched along the sidewalk.

"I don't feel safe..." Amaya cowered next to Omi as girls pounded on the window and yelled obscenities at her.

"It's ok. You'll be all right. I'll protect you!" Omi patted her back gallantly. Then he turned to the other guys of non-Nuance. "What are we going to do? They'll eat them alive if we take them out there!" Although Amaya wasn't paying attention, the other girls of Nuance moved far away from the windows...

"We'll have to hide them..." Yohji bit his nails. Or would have, but Michiko was clinging onto his hands in panic.

"But how?" Omi, also trying to bite his nails in a similar situation, questioned.

"Wait! I've got a plan!" Ken said dramatically.

Three seconds later, the Happy Florist Fanclub backed about 3 inches away to allow the front passenger door to open.

"Remember, Cyrano, just run for the door. Here are the keys. Don't listen to anything they say to you. I'll try to follow you as fast as I can." Aya threw his Super Cool Trench coat (of DOOM) over her head and shoved her out the door.

Rainbow watched her be enveloped by the surging crowd. "I've changed my mind. I'll just spend the night in the car."

"Hey, Y'all! Watch this!" Bono jumped out of the car with Aya and walked calmly by the jealous fangirls, even stopping to say hi to a few of them. He turned back to the car and smiled smugly.

"GRR! That little..." Rainbow paused to fume for a few seconds. "Anything he can do, I can do better! I'm going out there!" The crowd in the car gasped.

"GASP! Rainbow, NO! Suicide is not the answer!" Yelled the others. But it was too late. She had stepped out of the car. Ken jumped after her, threw his jacket over her head, and ran her to the door, where Aya, Bono, and Cyrano were waiting. From the car, the remaining people could see Rainbow clinging to Ken and muttering something smug to Bono, who stuck his tongue out at her.

"Omi, can I borrow your jacket?" Yohji asked. He turned around, to find Omi and Amaya gone. "Omi? Where did you go?"

Omi, with his jacket and his arm of Amaya's head, was running towards the beckoning safety of the flower shop. The fangirls didn't move as fast as they normally would have. What if they hurt Omi by accident?

Back at the car, Michiko and Yohji were looking around for something vaguely protective, such as a coat, or a bullet proof vest. The fangirls were angry now. Three of them had run by with four guests, and they hadn't managed to maim Omi's new friend. This was war.

"I don't think I can walk that far." Michiko whispered.

"And we can't strangle civilians." Yohji sighed. Michiko looked at him funny. What kind of time was this to be making jokes? Yohji was staring back at her. "You're pretty thin, did you know that?"

"Umm, thanks?"

"Do you think you could fit under my shirt? Then I could protect you while I carried you..."

No complaints from Michiko. Did you expect any?

The Nuances and Co. stared out the shop window from behind large flower arrangements to watch the fangirl picket line strike.

"OH! Poor Michiko! That's got to hurt!"

"They don't seem too worried about what happens to Yohji, do they?"

"No, they haven't really hurt him, yet." Ken cringed. "I spoke too soon."

"I don't think she'll recover as fast as we had hoped." Aya observed glumly. The others did a little victory dance behind the petunias.

"SLEEP OVER, SLEEP OVER!" Sang the non-Aya part of the group, while the part of the group consisting of Aya went over to open the door, which Yohji was pounding on desperately.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LET US IN! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL US! AYA! KEN! OMI! ANYONE! OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Are you all right?" Asked the collective group as Yohji and Michiko gasped on the floor.

"Yeah. This is perfectly normal. I enjoy lying on the floor" Michiko muttered.

"It's weird, they usually don't react to Yohji's girlfriends..."

"Amaya coming must have angered them..."

"This was MY fault? Michiko! I'm sorry! I killed you!"

"It's ok. I'm not quite dead. I'm just no longer living in the same sense as you are."

"Yohji, you should quit smoking."

.+Hacking cough+ "Shut up" +Hacking cough+

"Do you guys want some popcorn?" asked ADD Omi.

"Popcorn is good." Agreed the part of the group that was not going into cardiac arrest on the floor. And they left.

"Umm? Guys? Little help?" Michiko tried to turn her head to towards her friends, but as she was still caught in Yohji's shirt, there was a problem. "Whatever. We'll just sit here."

"+wheeze+" agreed Yohji.

So the others had a popcorn party, and when the fangirls all fainted outside (thanks to an idea of Aya's involving an open window and Omi's shirt) they fetched their various suitcases, duffles, bags, boxes, Reddi-Whip, backpacks, and purses, and then went to bed to get some well deserved sleep.