Chapter Two: Shani and Orga
Disclaimer: I still…don't own any of it. ;;

"I wanna play too Shani! Scoot over and gimme that controller right now."

Clotho grumbled to himself, pressing the edge of his own into his forehead angrily. Why? Why did they have to exist? Couldn't he just shoot them both now and hide them in a closet on the ship? It was times like these that made the redhead want to kill his companions himself. Of course, he was sure they wouldn't pay attention long enough to realize he was doing so. Stupid bastards.

Meanwhile, Shani was holding the controller to his chest protectively, nearly hissing at the pilot of the Calamity. Said pilot had his novel tucked safely under his arm, while his hands were locked around Shani's wrists and pulling to no avail. "Stop being a bastard Shani! Let me play too, you had your turn! If you don't I'll tell on you or something!"

"No Orga. I was here first. And not only that, I killed Clotho!" One of his earpieces fell from its position, and he giggled a little; the sound was more than a little demented, Clotho thought. "It's still my turn, so I'm gonna play."

I hate both of them so much, so very much. I'm gonna put arsenic in each of their lunches…I'm gonna strangle them with Shani's earphones…I'm gonna bludgeon them with that blasted novel…

When Orga narrowed his eyes at the other boy, the third was just starting to plot how he was going to dispose of their bodies. Shani raised a brow and opened his mouth in a tiny "o" of surprise. Clotho looked to the both of them despairingly and sighed; he had glanced over just in time to see the blonde hit Shani over the head with his paperback. The look on the Forbidden pilot's face was pure murder; the book-slap was an act of war.

"Here. Take mine," the redhead said loudly, sighing as he held out his hand. Offering his controller to keep the peace. Maybe he'd get lucky and they'd get tired of it soon! A little glimmer of hope allowed itself to come to life within Clotho. They were ADD sometimes, after all.

Orga blinked a little, then pulled himself away smiling from a still sullen Shani. "Hey, thanks. I never pegged you to share. Nicer than you look, eh Buer?" He looked at Orga and returned the smile as he scooted aside a bit. You're gonna be saying that after I tell Azrael that you think he has a nice ass, bastard. I won't even feel bad about lying either, even if you get into trouble. Oh, the sweetness of revenge!

Shani took no time in picking his preferred character, "Death"; Orga sat down with the controller, taking forever to read the names of the machines. Clotho sweatdropped, staring at the blonde in utter amazement. He could read in English? That wasn't something he knew before. Strange. "Ano…S…Sazabi?" Biting his lower lip, he selected the red suit near the ugly blue one Clotho had earlier chosen.

Then unselected it, nearly making Clotho faint with frustration.

"Nah, don't like the color much…Ano…"

"DEAR GOD! PICK A BLOODY SUIT YOU….you…you…ORGA!"

With Shani laughing, Orga muttered a little and selected the Gundam that he had stopped his frame on. It had two huge rail guns on its upper appendages and was particularly hard on the eyes since it was…orange. "Ah, shut up Shani, I'm still gonna beat you big time with…this thing."

The screen became the loading screen, and Clotho was surprised when he began to feel a bit interested though still pissed off. He wanted to play so much, but it was still okay to watch too. Who would win, anyway?

He looked over Orga, who looked pretty innocent despite his size and actual personality. With his wide emerald eyes that seemed so kind, he was especially misleading. The blonde bastard could be really ruthless sometimes, especially when he fought. No one got away from him while he was in Calamity if he could help it and Clotho had already noticed that he had chosen a machine similar to his own real one.

Shani, on the other hand, was fucking scary and everybody knew it firsthand. The way he spoke was the tip off, even if he seemed very cute at first. It had to be confessed also, that Clotho thought he was a little better than Orga was… though a little bit more reckless…

"Ora ora ora!"

Clotho sweatdropped a little and looked at the boy beside him, whose attempt to figure out the controls had led to "Death" being bombarded with missiles, machine gun fire, the works. He was obviously delighted with the result because he was trying to figure out how to do it again. "Ugh, I'll tear you to pieces with my scythe…make you good to look at for once, you punk!"

Authors Notes: I realize that this chapter wasn't as long as the one before, and for that I apologize. I hope it's turning out well, ne? And poor Clotho, he's so abused! And the language, it got pretty heated in this installment. I think that this story will go on for one or two more. Maybe more than that if the public likes it. Next chapter will have the conclusion of Shani and Orga's "battle." Will Clotho ever get a fair play? XD