Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Malarkeys and Mayhem ❯ An Unhealthy Addiction ( Chapter 2 )
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ELSEWHERE…
“Don’t you dare let them have anymore children Farfarello.” Crawford practically growled.
“Which brings up the point of why the hell does he get the mouse chair all the time?” Schuldig demanded. “I haven’t gotten to be in the mouse chair yet.”
The fire had finally killed the Schu and Crawford Sims, so they’d killed off Farf and Nagi’s sims as well and had had a four grave cemetery going, when Schuldig had noted you could sell the graves and they were all sold. They’d made new Schwarz sims and had moved them in. They’d made Nagi a child and attempted to make him a little less perfect. He’d somehow managed to get perfect grades at school, but that was forgivable since some unseen grandpa Sim kept giving him money for good grades.
“Can’t have children.” Farf pointed out, ignoring Schu while he pulled up the Sims relationship stats. “No couples. You need to fall in love again.”
“Hell no, keep mini-Brad away from that slut.” Crawford snapped.
“Slut?” Schuldig exclaimed. “How am I a slut!”
“Your Sim has flirted with every neighbor that’s come over so far. By the way, the neighbors stopped coming so I think you offended them.” Crawford pointed out.
“So he’s a little outgoing. There’s nothing wrong with that. At least my Sim does more than sit in the corner reading all day.” Schuldig answered.
While Crawford and Schu were picking at each other, Farf decided it really was much more amusing when the two of them were in simulated love, so he directed the Crawford-Sim to start talking to the Schu-Sim. By the time the argument had crescendoed and died, and Schu and Crawford noticed what was going on, the two Sims were in the vibrating heart bed again.
“I’m beginning to think Schuldig was right about you and the power chair.” Crawford seethed. Here was a chance for his clean start, blown already.
“Move over.” Schuldig pulled the mouse out of Farf’s hand. Farf didn’t move, so Schu simply leaned over him to play the game. He tried to get the Schu-Sim and the Crawford-Sim to fight, but once again they seemed to like the insulting, teasing and slapping.
“How did that happen?” Crawford asked.
“No room for nice points.” Farfarello explained.
“You’re both assholes!” Nagi voiced his opinion from the hallway, where he was seated in front of the door waiting for one of them to make a bathroom or food run. It was inevitable, and the door would have to open. He was planning on diving for their legs and knocking whoever it was into the doorway, hoping their body would hold it open if anyone else tried to close it. He would then dive into the room. That was about as far as he’d gotten. Schu was definitely putting a mental block on his powers, and he knew the three bigger men could take him easily.
If he had the element of surprise on his hand, he could grab the computer and run.
SEVEN HOURS LATER…
Schuldig finally exited Nagi’s bedroom. Unfortunately, it was now close to three in the morning and Nagi had fallen asleep in front of the door. He looked both cute and pathetic curled up in front of the door. Schu walked over him and into the bathroom. When he got out an idea struck.
He nudged Nagi with his foot.
“Hmm? Wha…?” Nagi jumped. “Wait!” He glared at Schu, then at the very shut door. “Dammit.”
“You want some sort of revenge?” Schu asked, an evil grin on his face.
“What?” Nagi asked suspiciously.
“I want your help in something. Do you know how to cook at all?”
SKIPPY SKIPPY
“What’s this?” Crawford asked.
Schu was back in the room, alone, but he came bearing a food tray.
“Nagi made a peace offering. Kid really wants his room back.” Schuldig explained.
“Oh. That’s almost cute. What’s the peace offering?” Crawford asked.
Schuldig pulled off the cover. “He cooked your Christmas lamb for you.”
After forty eight continuous hours of Sims playing, the energy levels in the room were beginning to weaken. Schu had made a deal with Nagi. Nagi would cook the meat, Schu would take off the block on his powers and Nagi would not use same said powers to take back his property. Now Schu could focus on altering Crawford’s perception of smell from wafting, unholy stink to something almost yummy, since he didn’t have to focus on blocking Nagi anymore. The caffeine boost had helped too.
Now Crawford would eat the lamb, become violently ill and hopefully unable to play the Sims. Nagi in turn would be able to use his bedroom and have one third rights to his computer.
And the most wonderful part was, after forty eight hours of continuous Sims playing, Crawford was so tired it didn’t even occur to him to be suspicious of the meat anymore.
MEANWHILE
“Yes! We can send the Aya-Sim on a date with the Yohji-Sim!” Ken crowed triumphantly.
“Thank you hot date expansion pack.” Yohji said quietly, dodging out of Aya’s smack-down reach. “Hey chibi, you’re one step closer to being reborn!”
“Gee, thanks!” Omi snapped sarcastically from the hallway. The door had been locked, and a dresser pushed in front of it, so there was no way in hell he was opening that door. Instead, he sat outside in the hallway, going through all of the disks they’d tossed at him earlier. None of them were labeled.
He’d done some tinkering with an old register he’d found in the basement and a load of spare parts, and had managed to make a very, very, very low quality computer. He’d plugged it in to a wall socket and was attempting to label all of the disks. Whoever had saved all his material to the disks hadn’t been very computer savvy. They’d saved a single file to every disk. There were over a hundred disks in the sack.
“There’s a taxi pulling up. Where are they going?” Ken asked, staring at the screen.
“Downtown. That’s where the date stuff is.” Yohji said, reading from the manual.
“What do they do on dates?” Aya asked.
“Go to restaurants and stuff from the look of it. And they buy stuff too.” Yohji added.
“Ooo…you can buy each other chocolates and flowers and things.” Ken noted. He was in the desk chair.
“Hey Ken, make me buy Aya that. Then make us go to that fancy restaurant over there. We’ll have Omi back within an hour.” Yohji proclaimed.
“They just barely fell in love. Don’t rush it. Although, I do think the atmosphere is helping. Aya’s opinion of you is in the nineties.” Ken noted.
“Guys!” Omi called, voice muffled from the door and dresser.
“Yeah?” Yohji and Ken answered, eyes still fixed on the screen.
“Can you give me the roll of duct tape on my dresser?” Omi asked.
“I have some duct tape in the kitchen.” Aya answered.
“We’re not dumb enough to open that door.” Yohji added. Ken had been halfway out of his chair to get the duct tape, and he sat back down.
“Yeah. We’re…not dumb.” He said quietly.
Omi retrieved Aya’s kitchen duct tape, grumbling under his breath. His homemade computer kept shutting down at the slightest wobble, and he was hoping to fix the problem by duct taping the wires so firmly in place he could drop it down the stairs and nothing would happen.
He noticed that the sky was growing very dark outside. Silently, he began praying for a thunderstorm to knock the power out and at least give him his room back. He’d been sleeping in Ken’s room since they’d taken his over, and wondered if they had even slept.
It made him wonder. They’d been in there for two days playing the Sims. How were they getting food and using the bathroom?
Well…they could’ve been gathering supplies of food from the kitchen while he slept…but as for the bathroom part.
He didn’t want to think about that anymore.
ELSEWHERE…
“Everything’s wiggling.”
“You’ll get used to it. Just lay down and go to sleep.” Shu said dismissively.
Crawford had finally eaten the rancid lamb. He was now five shades paler than he usually was, with a touch of green to it, cold, clammy and sweaty, and lying in Nagi’s bed occasionally speaking bits of gibberish. He’d been having some trippy dreams from the sound of it.
Meanwhile, Schu had not made good on his deal with Nagi at all, and had instantly clamped down on his powers again as soon as Crawford was out of the picture. Nagi was once again shut out of his room and now even more pissed off than he’d been to start with.
Farfarello was pretty content, as he now only had to share the Sims with one other person. He and Schu continued playing, happily oblivious to their roommates, Farf with the additional knowledge that at some point Crawford would get better, Nagi would think of something (he was a bright kid) and the two of them would be so busy killing Schuldig that Farf could have the computer all to himself. For a little while anyway.
Outside Nagi had fumed for awhile, and then gotten to thinking. He had realized something very important. Sure, they had locked themselves in with his precious, precious computer. But they had locked him out with all their stuff.
He made his way over to Schuldig’s room. He didn’t really think he could use torching Schu’s stuff as a threat, but it would make him feel a hell of a lot better. He opened the door and reached his hand in to turn on the light, and instantly pulled his hand back.
He’d felt something slimy and hairy.
Slamming the door shut he ran into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife and a flashlight. He then warily made his way back to Schuldig’s room and opened the door.
The room was covered with every imaginable kind of filth on the planet. There were heaps of garbage and dirty laundry, some of which seemed to have spawned sentient life, not to mention all kinds of normal vermin. He stepped back when he saw a tongue shoot out of a pair of boxers and grab a fly out of the air.
Nagi became confused as to how exactly he was going to manage to torch the one room and not get the entire apartment. Sensing danger, the psychically attuned monsters decided to defend themselves.
A tentacle wrapped itself around Nagi’s middle and pulled him into the recesses of Schuldig’s closet.
MEANWHILE IN CRAWFORD’S HEAD…
“Hello Bradley.” A cute little lamb with a sickeningly sweet voice pranced up to Crawford. They were standing on clouds made of cotton candy. The lamb batted its enormous eyelashes at him, and then fixed friendly sky blue eyes on him, eyes that perfectly matched the large blue bow it was wearing.
“Hello lamb.” Crawford greeted dazedly.
“Do you know where you are?” The lamb asked. Crawford shook his head.
“YOU’RE IN RAINBOW LAND YOU UNLUCKY PIECE OF HUMAN WASTE!!!” The lamb yelled, suddenly becoming fifty feet tall, growing fangs and glowing red eyes. Its bow had turned into a spiked collar, and it pointed something between a hoof and a claw at Crawford menacingly before turning into a giant poof of acrid green smoke.
The landscape transformed into a rainbow colored mass of a trippy lava lamp-like substance. Crawford was thrown around violently as rainbow colored monsters tried to eat his soul.
AT THE KONEKO…
“We have baby!” Yohji announced triumphantly. He’d finally gotten a turn at the computer, his first since they’d gotten the expansion packs. After a grand total of five minutes, he’d managed to get the Aya-Sim to let them have a baby.
He and Ken began congratulating themselves heartily, while Aya scanned the screen.
“Brilliant Kudoh. We had a girl.” It took a moment for Aya’s words to sink in.
“What? No…that can’t be right. We can’t pick the gender?” Ken asked.
“Dammit! We were so close to getting Omi back!” Yohji exclaimed.
“You’ll just have to have another baby.” Ken decided.
“Hell no. Omi-Sim can be a girl. I’m not going through this again.” Aya snapped.
Yohji had taken about as much insult as he could stand. He turned to Aya angrily. “You know, your Sim has been having a pretty good time in this relationship, okay? My Sim is the one who’s been bending over backwards to please your Sim. You could show a little appreciation.”
“What’s the Aya-Sim doing?” Ken asked, pointing to the screen. Aya and Yohji turned to watch. The Sims were not under their direction at the moment, as there’d been a squabble, and the Aya-Sim had made its way over to the beverage bar Yohji had bought when no one was looking.
Aya’s eyes were so narrow they were mere slits, a look of absolute rage on his face. “You got me drunk!”
“Aya, calm down.”
“You got me drunk like a cheap whore!”
Omi had been listening from outside, but now decided he’d had enough. The conversation had turned disturbing. He headed downstairs to distract himself with some homework that wasn’t due for another week, trying to ignore the thuds, wails of pain and cries of “Shi-ne!”
“I am the child of a broken home.” Omi declared miserably, as he opened his history book.
IN SHULDIG’S CLOSET…
Nagi sat against the wall, absolutely terrified. He couldn’t see anything, and he’d lost his grip on the flashlight and butcher knife as he’d been pulled into the closet. His back, butt and legs were damp from the slime that covered the walls and the floor. He was keeping as still as possible, his heart hammering in his chest and his breathing coming quick.
His jumped as he saw a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes open a few inches from him. He moved away from them and bumped into something hairy. He tried to move away, but the hairy something wrapped itself around him, and he couldn’t even scream as it crushed the breath from his lungs.
“What be ye doing here human?” The thing asked. This wasn’t very useful to Nagi, however, as the hairy thing didn’t ask this in Japanese and all Nagi heard was gibberish.
Nagi instead began screaming for help in his head to Schuldig.
<Schuldig! Please-please-please-please gimme my powers back->
<No fricking way. How dumb do you think I am?>
<It’s going to eat me!>
“The human is not speaking. Yet it speaks without its mouth.” The hairy thing noted to its lamp eyed companion.
“Yes. The flame hair’d bringer can do this as well. This human would make a worthy sacrificial feast to the bringer. We must not let him seek out help.” The lamp eyed creature responded.
<It? What’s trying to eat you?> Schuldig asked.
<I went into your room to torch your stuff and I got grabbed by a tentacle and now-> Nagi felt his psychic link with Schuldig terminated. <Schuldig? Schu? SCHU?!?! HELP ME I DON’T WANNA BE EATEN!!!> Nagi wailed uselessly in his head.
Meanwhile Schuldig lost his concentration on the Sims as what Nagi had managed to tell him processed.
“Farf, save the game. We gotta go help the whelp.”
“What’s going on?” Farf asked.
“He went into my room, the idiot. And my pets attacked him. They’re going to eat him, I think.” Schu explained.
“I’ll get my knives.” Farfarello answered. He was at the door before he stopped and turned around. “How come you get to have pets?”
“No one knew about them until now. Besides, I grew them myself.” Schuldig answered. As Farf made his was to his room to get his knives, Schuldig explained the origin of the monsters in his room conversationally. “The hairy ones originated from a colony of moldy pizza boxes about a year ago, but the smart ones, those are the lamp eyed ones. They came from a pile of dirty laundry. They’ve gotten smarter recently. I started talking to them and I think they’re psychic too. Well, they must be if they terminated my link with Nagi. I think they started worshipping me as a God. I found an altar in my sock drawer with a decapitated rat and a pigeon heart on it.”
“You grew monsters out of piles of dirty laundry and you have a sock drawer?” Farf asked.
Schuldig shrugged.
A/N I know, I know, random ending. I’ll have the next chapter up soon, I promise. Chapter three concludes the Sim arc, chapter four starts the Omi-Nagi switch arc, which so far has been the golden chapters of this fic. I promise it gets better than this! Happy something people! ^-^
“Don’t you dare let them have anymore children Farfarello.” Crawford practically growled.
“Which brings up the point of why the hell does he get the mouse chair all the time?” Schuldig demanded. “I haven’t gotten to be in the mouse chair yet.”
The fire had finally killed the Schu and Crawford Sims, so they’d killed off Farf and Nagi’s sims as well and had had a four grave cemetery going, when Schuldig had noted you could sell the graves and they were all sold. They’d made new Schwarz sims and had moved them in. They’d made Nagi a child and attempted to make him a little less perfect. He’d somehow managed to get perfect grades at school, but that was forgivable since some unseen grandpa Sim kept giving him money for good grades.
“Can’t have children.” Farf pointed out, ignoring Schu while he pulled up the Sims relationship stats. “No couples. You need to fall in love again.”
“Hell no, keep mini-Brad away from that slut.” Crawford snapped.
“Slut?” Schuldig exclaimed. “How am I a slut!”
“Your Sim has flirted with every neighbor that’s come over so far. By the way, the neighbors stopped coming so I think you offended them.” Crawford pointed out.
“So he’s a little outgoing. There’s nothing wrong with that. At least my Sim does more than sit in the corner reading all day.” Schuldig answered.
While Crawford and Schu were picking at each other, Farf decided it really was much more amusing when the two of them were in simulated love, so he directed the Crawford-Sim to start talking to the Schu-Sim. By the time the argument had crescendoed and died, and Schu and Crawford noticed what was going on, the two Sims were in the vibrating heart bed again.
“I’m beginning to think Schuldig was right about you and the power chair.” Crawford seethed. Here was a chance for his clean start, blown already.
“Move over.” Schuldig pulled the mouse out of Farf’s hand. Farf didn’t move, so Schu simply leaned over him to play the game. He tried to get the Schu-Sim and the Crawford-Sim to fight, but once again they seemed to like the insulting, teasing and slapping.
“How did that happen?” Crawford asked.
“No room for nice points.” Farfarello explained.
“You’re both assholes!” Nagi voiced his opinion from the hallway, where he was seated in front of the door waiting for one of them to make a bathroom or food run. It was inevitable, and the door would have to open. He was planning on diving for their legs and knocking whoever it was into the doorway, hoping their body would hold it open if anyone else tried to close it. He would then dive into the room. That was about as far as he’d gotten. Schu was definitely putting a mental block on his powers, and he knew the three bigger men could take him easily.
If he had the element of surprise on his hand, he could grab the computer and run.
SEVEN HOURS LATER…
Schuldig finally exited Nagi’s bedroom. Unfortunately, it was now close to three in the morning and Nagi had fallen asleep in front of the door. He looked both cute and pathetic curled up in front of the door. Schu walked over him and into the bathroom. When he got out an idea struck.
He nudged Nagi with his foot.
“Hmm? Wha…?” Nagi jumped. “Wait!” He glared at Schu, then at the very shut door. “Dammit.”
“You want some sort of revenge?” Schu asked, an evil grin on his face.
“What?” Nagi asked suspiciously.
“I want your help in something. Do you know how to cook at all?”
SKIPPY SKIPPY
“What’s this?” Crawford asked.
Schu was back in the room, alone, but he came bearing a food tray.
“Nagi made a peace offering. Kid really wants his room back.” Schuldig explained.
“Oh. That’s almost cute. What’s the peace offering?” Crawford asked.
Schuldig pulled off the cover. “He cooked your Christmas lamb for you.”
After forty eight continuous hours of Sims playing, the energy levels in the room were beginning to weaken. Schu had made a deal with Nagi. Nagi would cook the meat, Schu would take off the block on his powers and Nagi would not use same said powers to take back his property. Now Schu could focus on altering Crawford’s perception of smell from wafting, unholy stink to something almost yummy, since he didn’t have to focus on blocking Nagi anymore. The caffeine boost had helped too.
Now Crawford would eat the lamb, become violently ill and hopefully unable to play the Sims. Nagi in turn would be able to use his bedroom and have one third rights to his computer.
And the most wonderful part was, after forty eight hours of continuous Sims playing, Crawford was so tired it didn’t even occur to him to be suspicious of the meat anymore.
MEANWHILE
“Yes! We can send the Aya-Sim on a date with the Yohji-Sim!” Ken crowed triumphantly.
“Thank you hot date expansion pack.” Yohji said quietly, dodging out of Aya’s smack-down reach. “Hey chibi, you’re one step closer to being reborn!”
“Gee, thanks!” Omi snapped sarcastically from the hallway. The door had been locked, and a dresser pushed in front of it, so there was no way in hell he was opening that door. Instead, he sat outside in the hallway, going through all of the disks they’d tossed at him earlier. None of them were labeled.
He’d done some tinkering with an old register he’d found in the basement and a load of spare parts, and had managed to make a very, very, very low quality computer. He’d plugged it in to a wall socket and was attempting to label all of the disks. Whoever had saved all his material to the disks hadn’t been very computer savvy. They’d saved a single file to every disk. There were over a hundred disks in the sack.
“There’s a taxi pulling up. Where are they going?” Ken asked, staring at the screen.
“Downtown. That’s where the date stuff is.” Yohji said, reading from the manual.
“What do they do on dates?” Aya asked.
“Go to restaurants and stuff from the look of it. And they buy stuff too.” Yohji added.
“Ooo…you can buy each other chocolates and flowers and things.” Ken noted. He was in the desk chair.
“Hey Ken, make me buy Aya that. Then make us go to that fancy restaurant over there. We’ll have Omi back within an hour.” Yohji proclaimed.
“They just barely fell in love. Don’t rush it. Although, I do think the atmosphere is helping. Aya’s opinion of you is in the nineties.” Ken noted.
“Guys!” Omi called, voice muffled from the door and dresser.
“Yeah?” Yohji and Ken answered, eyes still fixed on the screen.
“Can you give me the roll of duct tape on my dresser?” Omi asked.
“I have some duct tape in the kitchen.” Aya answered.
“We’re not dumb enough to open that door.” Yohji added. Ken had been halfway out of his chair to get the duct tape, and he sat back down.
“Yeah. We’re…not dumb.” He said quietly.
Omi retrieved Aya’s kitchen duct tape, grumbling under his breath. His homemade computer kept shutting down at the slightest wobble, and he was hoping to fix the problem by duct taping the wires so firmly in place he could drop it down the stairs and nothing would happen.
He noticed that the sky was growing very dark outside. Silently, he began praying for a thunderstorm to knock the power out and at least give him his room back. He’d been sleeping in Ken’s room since they’d taken his over, and wondered if they had even slept.
It made him wonder. They’d been in there for two days playing the Sims. How were they getting food and using the bathroom?
Well…they could’ve been gathering supplies of food from the kitchen while he slept…but as for the bathroom part.
He didn’t want to think about that anymore.
ELSEWHERE…
“Everything’s wiggling.”
“You’ll get used to it. Just lay down and go to sleep.” Shu said dismissively.
Crawford had finally eaten the rancid lamb. He was now five shades paler than he usually was, with a touch of green to it, cold, clammy and sweaty, and lying in Nagi’s bed occasionally speaking bits of gibberish. He’d been having some trippy dreams from the sound of it.
Meanwhile, Schu had not made good on his deal with Nagi at all, and had instantly clamped down on his powers again as soon as Crawford was out of the picture. Nagi was once again shut out of his room and now even more pissed off than he’d been to start with.
Farfarello was pretty content, as he now only had to share the Sims with one other person. He and Schu continued playing, happily oblivious to their roommates, Farf with the additional knowledge that at some point Crawford would get better, Nagi would think of something (he was a bright kid) and the two of them would be so busy killing Schuldig that Farf could have the computer all to himself. For a little while anyway.
Outside Nagi had fumed for awhile, and then gotten to thinking. He had realized something very important. Sure, they had locked themselves in with his precious, precious computer. But they had locked him out with all their stuff.
He made his way over to Schuldig’s room. He didn’t really think he could use torching Schu’s stuff as a threat, but it would make him feel a hell of a lot better. He opened the door and reached his hand in to turn on the light, and instantly pulled his hand back.
He’d felt something slimy and hairy.
Slamming the door shut he ran into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife and a flashlight. He then warily made his way back to Schuldig’s room and opened the door.
The room was covered with every imaginable kind of filth on the planet. There were heaps of garbage and dirty laundry, some of which seemed to have spawned sentient life, not to mention all kinds of normal vermin. He stepped back when he saw a tongue shoot out of a pair of boxers and grab a fly out of the air.
Nagi became confused as to how exactly he was going to manage to torch the one room and not get the entire apartment. Sensing danger, the psychically attuned monsters decided to defend themselves.
A tentacle wrapped itself around Nagi’s middle and pulled him into the recesses of Schuldig’s closet.
MEANWHILE IN CRAWFORD’S HEAD…
“Hello Bradley.” A cute little lamb with a sickeningly sweet voice pranced up to Crawford. They were standing on clouds made of cotton candy. The lamb batted its enormous eyelashes at him, and then fixed friendly sky blue eyes on him, eyes that perfectly matched the large blue bow it was wearing.
“Hello lamb.” Crawford greeted dazedly.
“Do you know where you are?” The lamb asked. Crawford shook his head.
“YOU’RE IN RAINBOW LAND YOU UNLUCKY PIECE OF HUMAN WASTE!!!” The lamb yelled, suddenly becoming fifty feet tall, growing fangs and glowing red eyes. Its bow had turned into a spiked collar, and it pointed something between a hoof and a claw at Crawford menacingly before turning into a giant poof of acrid green smoke.
The landscape transformed into a rainbow colored mass of a trippy lava lamp-like substance. Crawford was thrown around violently as rainbow colored monsters tried to eat his soul.
AT THE KONEKO…
“We have baby!” Yohji announced triumphantly. He’d finally gotten a turn at the computer, his first since they’d gotten the expansion packs. After a grand total of five minutes, he’d managed to get the Aya-Sim to let them have a baby.
He and Ken began congratulating themselves heartily, while Aya scanned the screen.
“Brilliant Kudoh. We had a girl.” It took a moment for Aya’s words to sink in.
“What? No…that can’t be right. We can’t pick the gender?” Ken asked.
“Dammit! We were so close to getting Omi back!” Yohji exclaimed.
“You’ll just have to have another baby.” Ken decided.
“Hell no. Omi-Sim can be a girl. I’m not going through this again.” Aya snapped.
Yohji had taken about as much insult as he could stand. He turned to Aya angrily. “You know, your Sim has been having a pretty good time in this relationship, okay? My Sim is the one who’s been bending over backwards to please your Sim. You could show a little appreciation.”
“What’s the Aya-Sim doing?” Ken asked, pointing to the screen. Aya and Yohji turned to watch. The Sims were not under their direction at the moment, as there’d been a squabble, and the Aya-Sim had made its way over to the beverage bar Yohji had bought when no one was looking.
Aya’s eyes were so narrow they were mere slits, a look of absolute rage on his face. “You got me drunk!”
“Aya, calm down.”
“You got me drunk like a cheap whore!”
Omi had been listening from outside, but now decided he’d had enough. The conversation had turned disturbing. He headed downstairs to distract himself with some homework that wasn’t due for another week, trying to ignore the thuds, wails of pain and cries of “Shi-ne!”
“I am the child of a broken home.” Omi declared miserably, as he opened his history book.
IN SHULDIG’S CLOSET…
Nagi sat against the wall, absolutely terrified. He couldn’t see anything, and he’d lost his grip on the flashlight and butcher knife as he’d been pulled into the closet. His back, butt and legs were damp from the slime that covered the walls and the floor. He was keeping as still as possible, his heart hammering in his chest and his breathing coming quick.
His jumped as he saw a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes open a few inches from him. He moved away from them and bumped into something hairy. He tried to move away, but the hairy something wrapped itself around him, and he couldn’t even scream as it crushed the breath from his lungs.
“What be ye doing here human?” The thing asked. This wasn’t very useful to Nagi, however, as the hairy thing didn’t ask this in Japanese and all Nagi heard was gibberish.
Nagi instead began screaming for help in his head to Schuldig.
<Schuldig! Please-please-please-please gimme my powers back->
<No fricking way. How dumb do you think I am?>
<It’s going to eat me!>
“The human is not speaking. Yet it speaks without its mouth.” The hairy thing noted to its lamp eyed companion.
“Yes. The flame hair’d bringer can do this as well. This human would make a worthy sacrificial feast to the bringer. We must not let him seek out help.” The lamp eyed creature responded.
<It? What’s trying to eat you?> Schuldig asked.
<I went into your room to torch your stuff and I got grabbed by a tentacle and now-> Nagi felt his psychic link with Schuldig terminated. <Schuldig? Schu? SCHU?!?! HELP ME I DON’T WANNA BE EATEN!!!> Nagi wailed uselessly in his head.
Meanwhile Schuldig lost his concentration on the Sims as what Nagi had managed to tell him processed.
“Farf, save the game. We gotta go help the whelp.”
“What’s going on?” Farf asked.
“He went into my room, the idiot. And my pets attacked him. They’re going to eat him, I think.” Schu explained.
“I’ll get my knives.” Farfarello answered. He was at the door before he stopped and turned around. “How come you get to have pets?”
“No one knew about them until now. Besides, I grew them myself.” Schuldig answered. As Farf made his was to his room to get his knives, Schuldig explained the origin of the monsters in his room conversationally. “The hairy ones originated from a colony of moldy pizza boxes about a year ago, but the smart ones, those are the lamp eyed ones. They came from a pile of dirty laundry. They’ve gotten smarter recently. I started talking to them and I think they’re psychic too. Well, they must be if they terminated my link with Nagi. I think they started worshipping me as a God. I found an altar in my sock drawer with a decapitated rat and a pigeon heart on it.”
“You grew monsters out of piles of dirty laundry and you have a sock drawer?” Farf asked.
Schuldig shrugged.
A/N I know, I know, random ending. I’ll have the next chapter up soon, I promise. Chapter three concludes the Sim arc, chapter four starts the Omi-Nagi switch arc, which so far has been the golden chapters of this fic. I promise it gets better than this! Happy something people! ^-^