A/N: Oh joy, more EZI Pyjamas XD More randomness. This time the bad guys.

Oh and another thing, I added a poll to my profile, please vote? *looks at you with irresistible puppy eyes*

Disclaimer done in first chap, so not doing again.

"The EZI Pyjamas"

Part 2

After waking up from his horrible dream, Frederic decided to dispose of those awful pyjamas. The very next time they passed a stream he threw them in, watching as the little package drifted down the stream.

He hoped he'd never see those awful clothes again.

.-.

Far far away from where Frederic dumped the pyjamas, Legato was washing underwear in the river that flows past the castle garden. He was blushing slightly while holding the underwear that certainly wasn't his.

His eye caught sight of a strange object stuck in one of the branches of the bush that was growing in the river. Curious for what it was he reached out, stretching out at far as he could, and grabbed the object.

He untied the rope that was used to tie it on a bunch and revealed a pair of pyjamas with a strange picture on it. Included in the package was a description. It was smudged but you could make out a few words.

"E.. Pyjamas: P…mas with the … of ..I. You'll ...e …es if you sleep in it."

Legato found this strange pair of pyjamas too interesting to just throw back into the river and decided to bring it to his master.

.-.

Of course, Waltz wasn't too happy to see his servant coming back with some weird piece of clothing he fished out of the river, but upon reading the description he decided to give it a try.

It was quite obvious you'd gain something from sleeping in those ugly pyjamas. So he did.

That night Waltz went to bed wearing the weird pyjamas, he didn't feel all too comfortable wearing something that wasn't exclusively made for him, but they were comfy nonetheless.

He dreamt, which was weird because he never had dreams. And if he did he never remembered them. This one was vivid though, one he'd certainly remember the rest of his life.

First he was being worshipped by the whole world, he was loved, respected and remembered for eternity. But then suddenly no one remembered him, no one knew who he was, not even Legato.

He thought they were pulling a trick on him, but then he found himself thrown into the prison of Forte by the Count of Forte himself, Legato.

He woke up bathing in sweat, it seemed he had screamed because not long after Legato barged into his room asking if everything was okay.

.-.

Legato got no answer from the count, all he got were the pyjamas thrown into his face, and an order to wear them the next night.

And so he did, after all he was Waltz' devoted servant. He'd do anything for him, even if it was wearing some pyjamas.

Legato pulled on the pyjamas with a slight blush on his cheeks as he remembered Waltz had worn them the night before. They fitted perfectly, as if they adjusted to your size.

He dreamt wet dreams about the count doing dirty things to his lower part, until he bit…

.-.

The next morning Legato ran into Fugue while holding the cursed pyjamas. Desperate to get rid of them so he'd never have those dreams again, he forced them on Fugue, saying the count had ordered everyone to sleep in them.

Confused by the strange order, but not willing to disobey the count, Fugue slept in the pyjamas with the weird face on it that strangely reminded him of something.

He dreamt of finding the glowing agogos, but got electrocuted the moment he touched one.

.-.

Rondo knocked on Fugue's door the next morning, asking if he was going to do that mission Waltz had assigned him to or not.

Tough the only thing she saw of him was his hand, and she also heard of the strange orders Waltz had given out. Wearing a pyjama, that certainly was one of the weirdest things Waltz had ever made them do.

But she too could not get herself in the dangers of disobeying the count and wore the pyjamas. That was, after she washed it, because the thing was dripping wet from sweat. And was that a bite mark? She didn't even want to know.

They were quite comfortable, despite being worn by lots or other people before her. They were soft and warm, different from her usual pyjamas, and she soon fell asleep.

She dreamt of Claves, the moment when she killed her. Guilt washed over her again, after all they had been friends before all this. But this time, instead of being able to walk away without any problem, Claves was suddenly standing again, stabbing her with the last strength she had.

She felt relieved, Claves had given her what she deserved after betraying her friend like this.

Then she woke up, remembered it had all just been a dream, and cried.

.-.

She met Tuba at his usual spot outside the Gate, waiting for the rebels that were never going to show up. She gave him the pyjamas, and the orders and left without saying another word, feeling utterly depressed.

Tuba accepted the pyjamas with a strange look on his face, he was surprised by Rondo's lack of attitude and the strange orders, but like all, he obeyed, afraid to lose his head if he didn't.

He forced himself in the pyjamas that seemed to be way too small for his large body. Though when he succeeded in putting them on, they fitted like they were made for him.

He slept like a baby, he didn't have one of his usual nightmares about little kids and a bridge, but dreamt of Rondo. She was acting the way she had done this morning, quiet and shy. Or at least that is how he had taken it.

She shuffled her feet sheepishly, blushing slightly, avoiding his eyes, opened her mouth. She pronounced his name, ready to confess, and then started laughing in his face, laughing so loud she cried.

Then Fugue and Waltz came out of the bushes, laughing their asses off, and he spotted Legato too, chuckling to himself evilly.

Then he woke up, gasping for air. He ripped off the pyjamas, throwing them out of the window where they fell back into the river.

He'd rather have dreams about bridges and little children.

.-.

So now more people experienced the powers of the EZI pyjamas. They had been worn by many people already, but were thrown back into the river and were now being brought to some other destined person.

Oh where will the pyjamas end up next?

A/N: Yes you read that right, doing a next chapter, just cuz I can XD And now that I think of it I could do another one… *makes digital post-it on laptop*

Lol I'll leave you to your own fantasies about most dreams, but I just wanted to note on the Legato dream, lower part… I guess you all understand, and it's Waltz that bites, not Legato.

Just wanted to make it clear cuz I thought it might be confusing XD

So I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll try to write the next chapter (or chapterS) soon ^^

Review? *irresistible puppy eyes*