Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Switch ❯ Chapter 10: How to Royally Mess Up Telepaths and Destroy An Orange Sweater ( Chapter 10 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Carter Tachikawa 
VERY LONG CHAPTER! Updated at last! 'Aya' has to wash the orange sweater...disaster...need I say more? I didn't think so.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2002 | Updated On: 11.24.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
VERY LONG CHAPTER! Updated at last! 'Aya' has to wash the orange sweater...disaster...need I say more? I didn't think so.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.24.2002 | Updated On: 11.24.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Switch
Chapter 10: How to Royally Mess Up Telepaths and Destroy an Orange Sweater
By Carter Tachikawa
Disclaimer: Don't own it, oh no! For eight chapters, I was spelling the name wrong so I was punished. Well, I got it right: Weiss Kreuz. Still, I am not allowed to own it. (Mr. Takehito! Why?!)
Summary: Ken in Aya, Aya in Yohji, Yohji in Omi, and Omi in Ken…yup, they were switched on one of the most dangerous missions of all time! (Okay, it wasn't dangerous but they were screwed nonetheless)
Pairings: As we all know, I love RanKen. Therefore this story has…RanKen! And for the first time, I will actually play a theme song for this story! *Begins playing "Velvet Underworld" very badly on piano (Yes, I really know how to play that!) All the guys cover their ears except for Farfie who is happy and applauding.*
Farfie: More, more! Your playing is hurting God's ears!
Me: He he he…welcome back one and all! Wow, who knows how long it's been since I updated this story? God, I can't remember! Anyway, sorry for the delay. School, piano lessons, social life, other fics…you name it, it's getting in the way. But here I am! When we last left off, 'Aya' destroyed the orange sweater by dumping his strawberry ice cream on it. 'Yohji' is ready to kill him for that. His punishment: wash the sweater (but you know me. I have to push things a *little* further). 'Omi' went to school and screwed up the exam. Evidently, you do not write essays for math exams. 'Aya' admires his half-naked body in the mirror (as does 'Yohji') and Schu finally confronts 'Omi' in the park.
Changed my mind…big Schwarz battle later, not now. A stupid cold is keeping me from coming up with what to do in the battle. Plus I'm going to have a hard time writing Farfie. I like making him silly, not his true, cruel insane self. Ah, I love making fun of Yohji in this fic. (And no, I'm not bashing him. I like Yohji and I think it's fun to tease him along with the others) Well, I talked enough for now.
Here's how to differentiate thoughts and speech ( I don't think I did this before):
"blah"- person speaking
*/blah/*- person telepathically talking
*blah*- person thinking
Thanks to my beloved readers: CherubKatan (Schu gets screwed, I promise), Ayako (yes, genki darts of doom shall save the future!), Taline (thanks for the website), Neptican (ah, I'm flattered you like it), kamibukurosama (you have the entire opening and ending songs of Gluhen?), fei (ah! And I was so looking forward to reading the next chapter of "White!"), Ryia Jen Rowen (Yup, 'Omi's' dead all right), Fuyukaze-Yuki (I remembered! Oh my God, I remembered your penname!), Jenny ("Whip it good, baby!"-I'll never get over that), and Muchacha (Brad's gonna be in here, don't worry)
Without further ado, the fic…
* * *
'Ken' handed the young lady the bouquet of roses she had purchased along with her receipt. "Thank you and I hope you visit us once again."
The woman nodded and waved to him as she left the shop. He waved back and turned around to see 'Yohji' and 'Aya' coming down the stairs. Both looked disheveled and 'Ken' knew why. 'Aya' had found a black T-shirt and jeans to wear, which were a huge departure from the orange sweater. He had plans of washing that sweater soon. 'Ken' sighed and leaned across the counter.
"It's about time! Yohji-kun never showed up for his shift so I had to fill in for him." He explained. He was still mad at stupid Yohji for making him work all afternoon. "You know, I didn't get to eat lunch today? Where is he anyway?"
'Aya' frowned. "Are you saying he isn't back from school yet?"
"No! I swear I'm going to kill him before we switch back to normal. And where were you two? You were supposed to be down here an hour ago!"
'Aya' gulped and looked at his lover, who showed no emotions once again. 'Ken' was right. Their shift started an hour ago but the two of them were so caught up in watching "The Big Green" (or rather they were caught up in admiring Aya's beautiful body), they forgot all about work.
"Sorry, Omittichi." 'Aya' apologized. "We got caught up in certain things, if you know what mean."
'Ken' nodded. "Yes I do. But what happened? I thought you were afraid to come close to Aya-kun because he's in Yohji-kun's body."
"I know and I still feel that way. It's just…just…"
"You had a beautiful body." 'Yohji' finally spoke. 'Aya' looked puzzled and 'Ken' was completely lost.
"Me? But that's your body! I can understand me admiring it but you? It's just not…oh my God! Were you…were you getting horny looking at your own body?" 'Aya' was amazed. So Aya Fujimiya was a vain person? It was very interesting. Then again, it was also something 'Aya' had learned when he got into this relationship…the longer you stayed with someone, the more things you'd find out about them that you never knew before.
'Yohji' smirked uncharacteristically. "No. It's just I think I'm starting to act too much like Yohji now. It must be because I'm in his body. You have no clue what goes on in here."
'Aya' smiled. "Why? Is it always interesting in his body?"
"Never a dull moment, if you know what I mean."
"Okay!" 'Ken' held up his hands and backed away from the counter. "I'm leaving before the conversation continues! I'm taking a break because I *need* it! And when Yohji-kun comes in, send him upstairs so I can kill him."
'Ken' took off the blue apron he was wearing and put it back where it belonged. Then he went upstairs to rest, leaving the shop in the hands of 'Aya' and 'Yohji'. They got their own aprons ('Aya' accidentally picking out the light-blue one until 'Yohji' pointed out his mistake and handed him the green one) and waited for any late customers to come in. Meanwhile, 'Aya' was thinking of the orange sweater. Washing it would be no problem...provided that the washing machine chose to behave today. They had problems with it earlier. It shrunk many of Yohji's favorite shirts. Another time, it chewed up Omi's shorts. Only 'Yohji' (technically Aya) knew how to make that machine work and all his clothes came out unharmed. As for 'Aya' (Ken), there was only a 50% chance that machine would behave for him. He'd get to work on washing it in an hour and he could only pray that nothing went wrong this time.
Who knew what his lover would do should something happen to his favorite sweater?
* * *
"Hello there, bishie." Schuldig sneered, greeting 'Omi' as he emerged from his hiding place. Ah, now things were going his way! He had been going crazy from hearing all the boring thoughts from boring people and decided to find someone new to mess with. What he hadn't expected to find was a member of Weiß lingering around. That was even better. 'Chibi torture', as he secretly called it, was always fun.
"What do you want?" 'Omi' demanded, pressing his hands against his hips. He suddenly found something about Omi's body that he liked: the chibi had some nice hips. They were perfectly curved and didn't jut out the way some people's hips did. In fact, 'Omi' was growing a little envious of them. He almost wished that he could get his own hips to be as soft but well shaped like the younger boy's. But now was not the time to be admiring Omi's hips. Schuldig was here and he had to take care of him.
*/What do you think I'm here for, bishie? I want to play. Like I said, I'm bored./* Schuldig telepathically sent back the answer, that smirk never disappearing from his face. 'Omi' bristled but stood his ground. No way was he going to let Schuldig sneak into his mind and hurt him. Unfortunately, he didn't know what else to do but keep the guy talking telepathically. Plus he had a date tonight and didn't want to be late for that.
All of a sudden, Schuldig turned pale and the grin disappeared from his face. He decided to peer into the chibi's mind and was shocked with what he heard. He didn't believe it. */Balinese?/*
"Uh...do I *look* like Balinese to you?" 'Omi' answered back. Then, in a low voice, he continued. "I'm what Balinese calls me, The Genki Assassin of the Year. I'm Bombay. Can't you tell ?"
The kid had a point. He looked like Bombay, talked like Bombay...hell, he even wore Bombay's clothes. He had the large blue eyes and that genki composure that Bombay was famous for. But his thoughts...his thoughts were that of Balinese's! Something was not right here.
*/Who are you? What's going on?!/* Schuldig demanded.
"I told you who I am already. Everything's fine. You're just messed up." 'Omi' used Schuldig's confusion to his advantage. It was a silent standoff between the two. If anyone cared to see what was going, they'd be a little confused themselves. They couldn't hear thoughts like Schuldig. What they would be thinking was why two young men would have a staring contest in the middle of a park.
Meanwhile, Schuldig was getting a headache. Bombay was the one staring at him with that evil genki grin. Yet Balinese's thoughts were the ones he was coming up with anytime he dove into the kid's head. Not to mention Bombay's attitude had changed. It was more like Balinese's. But how was that possible? It was almost as if Balinese was living inside Bombay! The world swirled around Schuldig as he tried to put the pieces together. Balinese...Bombay...who was this kid?
*/I'm not playing your game anymore, bishie! What the hell do you think you're doing?/*
"I did nothing. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're lying!" Schuldig snarled, getting out of telepathic mode and getting ready to pounce the blonde boy.
"Am I?" 'Omi' blew at the tips of his fingernails. That's another thing he was starting to like; the fingernails smooth and clean. "I look like Bombay, don't I? How can I think like someone else, huh?"
'Omi' realized that *he* was the one messing with the telepath's head...and it was fun! No wonder Schuldig enjoyed doing that! He just stood there, hands squeezing his (Omi's) nicely shaped hips, and waited to see what the Schwarz telepath was going to do. The smile kept getting wider on his face. Still, he wished he had some genki darts to get rid of Schuldig at the moment. He still had his date and she was supposed to come any minute...
"Omi-kun!"
Now.
'Omi' and a very stressed out Schuldig turned around to find a teenage girl waving at them. 'Omi' gave her a warm smile back rather than a grin. That would screw Schuldig up even more because the real Omi would never call out to a girl. (Of course, neither did the real Yohji. He'd kill the type of guy who'd do that. But the real Omi wouldn't grin like a flirting maniac so he made sure he didn't do that.)
"I think I'm through talking to you." He told the confused telepath. "Now, if you excuse me, that young lady needs my help in math. I was waiting for her and now she's here. See ya' later."
With that, 'Omi' threw another genki smile in Schuldig's direction and went to join the girl. The German watched as the two teenagers walked off together. His head throbbed from the sudden thoughts that poured from the chibi. Bombay had Balinese's thoughts? How the hell did that happen? Schuldig couldn't answer it now. He just wanted to go home, take some of Brad's aspirin, and think over what happened. There had to be an explanation. Rubbing his face and massaging his temples, Schuldig decided to leave. He had some news for the rest of Schwarz, all right.
And maybe, they could figure out what was wrong because he sure as hell couldn't.
* * *
"So this is the stain." 'Aya' murmured, looking at the brown splotch he left on his lover's favorite sweater. 'Ken' was sitting across from him, reading "The Dead Zone" but looking up every now and then to see 'Aya' was doing [1]. That washing machine was a bitch sometimes. 'Ken' hated it because it had a tendency to turn his shorts into confetti. 'Aya' also looked over at the machine and came up with a brilliant idea. He let the machine fill up with water and soap while he took the orange sleeves, tying up the sweater into a ball. 'Ken' put the book down and watched in horror at what the older boy was doing.
"A...Ken-kun? What are you doing?" He asked as the orange sweater now became an orange ball. 'Aya' began kicking the orange clump around.
"Ah, Omittichi, I'm waiting for the machine to fill up. I'm getting bored though. Maybe practicing my kicks will pass time away." 'Aya' tossed the sweater up and down.
"Uh...I don't think you realize this, Ken-kun, but...that's not a ball. That's Aya-kun's sweater. Do you know what he will do to you if he catches you kicking it around like that?"
"He's not going catch me. And besides, if I get it dirtier, I'll just run it through the wash. No harm will come to it or me."
"I wouldn't be sure about that." 'Ken' said, going back to the book. "Speaking of soccer, what time do I have to go see the spawn of the devil?"
"Oi, Omittichi, stop calling them that! And you have to go in an hour and half. The rain stopped and the field is probably dry enough to play on."
'Ken' winced and turned back to the book. "I was afraid you would say that. At least, Mr. King's story isn't quite as frightening as playing with those brats."
"Omi!"
"I'm serious! I can't handle another day with them!"
"So you had one bad day. It'll get better, I promise. They'll like you."
"That's cause they think I'm you." 'Ken' murmured, flipping a page in the book. 'Aya' shrugged and continued to toss the orange sweater around. The machine was almost ready so he kicked his makeshift soccer ball one last time. Unfortunately, he kicked it in the wrong direction. He kicked towards the bathroom and the bathroom door was wide open. The clump of orange went flying towards the bathroom and towards the toilet seat, which was still up. 'Aya' ran off to catch it but it was too late.
It landed with a small *splash* in the toilet.
'Ken' walked over to the bathroom and put his hand to his mouth. 'Aya's' jaw fell open as he stared at the ball of orange floating in the dirty toilet water. Then the two exchanged horrified looks. Oh, this was not good.
"O...Omi?" 'Aya' began, trying to take the sweater out of the toilet. He grabbed one of the dry parts and held it up. The water dripped from the sweater and down back into the toilet bowl. "What...what do I do?"
"Wash that thing and pray Aya-kun never finds out about what you did?"
"Easier said than done." 'Aya' moaned, holding the orange sweater by the dry side and carrying it over to the rumbling washing machine. The sounds were not pleasant. That washing machine was notorious for doing something against everyone, except Aya's, will. Perhaps it would also be fooled and behave for him. So he dropped the orange sweater in the machine and watched as it disappeared into the soapy bubbles.
He never saw it again.
* * *
"Brad! Braddy!" Schuldig burst into the room once again where Crawford was sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper. He put it down the moment he saw Schuldig make a beeline for his drawer and pull out the bottle of aspirin. He let out a sigh of relief and opened the bottle.
"May I ask why you want to use my aspirin?" Crawford inquired, frowning at the German who was pulling out one too many caplets. He picked up the glass of water sitting on the desk and drank some, holding it in his mouth. Then he swallowed the two caplets. He took another sip of Crawford's water before talking.
"I had a headache, Braddy." Schuldig explained, joining the clairvoyant on the couch. "I had a headache and it's all thanks to that stupid kitten."
"You ran into who?" Crawford demanded, putting the newspaper down.
"Bombay...no, it was Balinese...no, it was...ah, Braddy, you're bringing my headache back again!" Schuldig rubbed his temples. "I think I need another aspirin."
"Don't." Crawford said, burying his nose back in the newspaper. "Too much medication isn't good for you."
Schuldig snickered and turned red. "Aw, Braddy, that was sweet of you to say that! I can't believe you're actually concerned about me!"
Brad folded up his newspaper and dropped on the couch.
*Why did I say that?* He wondered.
*/Because you love me./* Schuldig responded telepathically, grinning at the American man.
Brad glared at him. "So what happened to you? Who did you run into that gave you this headache?"
"It was a Weiß kitten. But I don't know who it was."
"How could you not know who it was?" Crawford asked. Secretly, though, he knew the answer. He had a feeling Schuldig would have trouble today and that his telepathy powers would be tested. He saw this happen not too long ago and it did. It was the premonition he had told Nagi about.
*/Oh, so you knew?/* Schuldig asked telepathically. He crossed his arms and pouted. */Bradley, dear, you could have told me! I'd save myself the embarrassment!/*
"It's only the beginning." Crawford murmured, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He slipped them back on before continuing. "I know more will happen."
"More? Like what?"
Crawford was about to go into more detail on his premonition when Nagi burst into the room. He looked like he was in some sort of trouble.
"I need help." He began, his voice a mix of seriousness and worry.
Schuldig smirked. "What is this? Nagi-wagi needs help? Finally, something I can make fun off."
Nagi glowered at him. "What happened to finding someone to mess with?"
"Very long story. As for you., Nagi-wagi..."
Crawford sighed as Schuldig went about pestering poor Nagi, who looked ready to push the telepath through a wall. He sensed more bad things in the future. Things he couldn't tell his own teammates about, to be specific. But they would know. Time would tell everything like always. He hoped they would be prepared cause the future wasn't looking so bright anymore.
* * *
'Ken' came to the field with a boost of confidence and a look of surprise. None of the little boys were there. It was time to begin practice and he was the only one at this place. Frowning, he began to search the place. This was where they usually played. Where was everyone?
"Okay, spawn of the devil, what are you planning?" He murmured. Everything was a little too quiet. He imagined that one of them would pop out of the bushes and jump him. A million voices screaming "Ken-san" and dragging him to the ground was something he never wanted to do again in his life. How the real Ken Hidaka tolerated this was beyond him. He reminded himself that Kritiker would find a solution and fix them up.
He kept moving around and fear mounted upon his shoulders. What if something had happened to these kids while he wasn't around? Maybe someone had kidnapped them! 'Ken' had no idea what he would tell all these parents if that was the case. He also had no idea what he would tell 'Aya' if someone hurt these little boys. He finally stopped looking around and stood under a tree. Maybe these kids were late. Yeah, that was it. These kids were...
SPLOOSH!
A lot of water dropped down on him, soaking 'Ken' from head to toe. He stood there, freezing and shocked, as the players all laughed from their places among the tree branches. He looked up and glared at the boys, who had been there the whole time.
"Surprise, Ken-san!" They all exclaimed. 'Ken-san' turned bright-red and spit out some water that had made it's way into his mouth. He hated this surprise. The boys all began climbing down and they tackled him.
"We got you! We got you!" They began chanting as they dragged him down to the ground. He was angry and wet. He was also ready to kill one of these kids. Why didn't he have some darts with him?
"Very funny." He fumed, sitting up and crossing his arms. "Why did you do that anyway?"
"Cause you like it!" They all screamed. 'Ken' shut his eyes. Were they always this loud?
"You should have seen your face, Ken-san." One boy exclaimed. "You looked so funny!"
"Don't be mad, Ken-san." Another one said. "We do this all the time. You know that.
*Why me? Why was I stuck in Ken-kun's body, of all people? * 'Ken' got up and shook the water out of his chocolate brown locks. The boys began screaming and running in circles around him. The real Ken liked being doused by icy cold water? What was wrong with him? It was amazing he never got pneumonia if the kids did this 'all the time', as they claimed.
"Playtime's over, guys." 'Ken' tried to act normal. "Now get serious."
The kids screamed and practice finally began. 'Ken' got socked in the gut by a ball and he slipped on the mud. His patience had reached a breaking point. Soccer was not his favorite sport and he hated these little kids more than anything. Nevertheless, he tried to be as gentle and calm like the real Ken. Kids would probably spot the difference quicker than adults. The kids seemed to remain in the dark about the switch. Thank God for that.
The practice went on okay. 'Ken' didn't kick the ball into the wrong goal this time. He still wasn't able to score but that was fine. As long as he didn't look like a fool, he was happy. The happy thought, however, was soon dashed. As 'Ken' tried to kick the ball away from his team's goal, he caught sight of two teenagers, a boy and a girl. He didn't recognize the girl but the boy looked all too familiar. Squinting his eyes, he saw it was 'Omi' (or himself).
*What the...Yohji-kun! Is he...oh, that jerk! He's dating girls while he's in *my* body!* 'Ken' fumed and ended up kicking the ball into the wrong goal. His team groaned but he didn't care. He watched on with fury as the girl gave 'Omi' a kiss. It infuriated him to see 'Omi' using his body to pick up women younger than 18. He had made it clear this morning that he didn't want girls to hang around, not while they were switched! But Yohji, stupid Yohji, obviously didn't listen to anyone. He *still* thought he was older than them all. Arms crossed, 'Ken' ignored the whines of the little boys around him and shot poisonous looks in 'Omi's' direction.
'Omi' had caught sight of 'Ken' glaring at him as did the girl he was with. She was puzzled as to why the boy she was with suddenly looked frightened and why the other one was shooting deadly looks towards them.
"Omi-kun? Who is that handsome boy? And why does he look mad?" She asked.
'Omi' chuckled and turned the girl away from 'Ken's' glare. "Ah, no one! Just a guy I work with! He's jealous cause I'm with you!"
The girl giggled. "Oh, Omi-kun, you're so sweet! I never saw this side of you before!"
'Omi' grinned. "Believe me, baby. I've got many sides for you to explore and all of them are sweet. Not as sweet as you though."
The two walked away as 'Ken' burned his brown glare into their backs. Oh, he couldn't wait to get his hands on 'Omi'. The moment he did, he'd hurt him. And this time, he would use more than just the sharp fingernails.
"Ken-san! Heads up!"
"Huh?" 'Ken' turned around only to be whacked on the head by a soccer ball. Moaning, he fell over. Oh, why wasn't he back in his old body yet?
* * *
"I'm dead!" Both 'Omi' and 'Aya' exclaimed when they approached one another. Neither 'Yohji' nor 'Ken' was around, assuring them another few hours to live. Now, in the shop, they could confess what happened. 'Aya' looked like as if his favorite pet died. 'Omi' looked at him quizzically.
"You'll never believe what happened to me." They both said again. 'Aya' was holding a bag of something in one hand, making 'Omi' curious. Nothing that happened to him could compare to being confronted by and messing Schuldig up. Not to mention a soaking wet 'Ken' catching him with that girl. He wasn't looking forward to dying right now.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked. 'Aya' looked down at the ground.
"Well, earlier today, I accidentally dropped ice cream on Aya's sweater."
"Really?!" Suddenly, 'Omi' looked interested. From the 'Aya's' face, it seemed like what he had done was far worse than anything. More particularly, he did it to Aya's favorite (and absolutely hideous) sweater. "I'm all ears now, Kenken. Fess up."
"Well, I dropped ice cream on his sweater and he told me to wash it. He didn't want the slightest trace of the stain there. So I went to wash it. While I waited for the water to fill up, I began playing...around with the sweater."
"You tied it up into a ball and kicked around?!" 'Omi's' now blue eyes widened. This was not the first time 'Aya' had done something like this. But it was the first time he had done it to his lover's clothes. Miserably, 'Aya' nodded.
"And I was having fun...until I kicked the sweater too hard and it went flying into the bathroom."
"And?" 'Omi' inquired. 'Aya' gulped, holding onto the bag he had with him.
"It fell in the toilet."
"Oh, shit! You *are* dead!" 'Omi' exclaimed. He was glad someone else was going to be in trouble. Stupid Ken! How could he even think of doing that to the sweater?
But 'Aya' wasn't finished. "It wasn't that big of a problem. I mean, I had to run it through the wash anyway. So I did."
"So...if everything's fine, why are you so down?"
'Aya' finally opened up the bag. "I never said everything was fine. You know how our washing machine is like, right? Well, I washed the sweater and this is what happened."
'Omi' tried hard not let out a yelp as 'Aya' dumped chewed-up pieces of orange fabric from the bag and onto the counter .
TBC...
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[1] Bless that man, Stephen King! I don't know how many people read "The Dead Zone" but it's probably one of my most favorite of his novels. It's one of those hidden gems, not as famous as "It" or "Cujo", but it's wonderful. One of my future RanKen stories is going to be based off that book so you might want to read it. It's not a requirement cause I won't follow the book to a T but you may understand where some of the events in the story come from.
(Ah, another chapter from hell! I'm sorry it took so long. I had too many thoughts in my head and I wanted to get them all down on this chapter. I have a major headache now. Sorry if the Schwarz parts were short. I'm also sorry Farfie hasn't appeared yet. He will soon, I promise. I'll probably have another mission for the boys and a Schwarz battle then. Hopefully, I'll feel ten times better when I do write that part.)
Review right now and get a video with outtakes, including this one:
('Aya' and 'Yohji' eating ice cream. 'Aya' licks his spoon when Sakura suddenly bursts in, looking pissed)
Me: What the...what's she doing here?!
Sakura: AYA-SAN?! You told me you never tried ice cream before! I thought you didn't know how to eat it! And I thought you didn't like strawberry.
'Aya' (looks at bowl of strawberry ice cream): That's cause...I'm not...Aya! That's right, I'm Ken!
('Yohji' smirks in his corner)
Sakura (confused): Huh?
'Aya' (being truthful): That's right. I'm really Ken in Aya's body.
Sakura (losing temper): DON'T LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU'RE REALLY AYA-SAN! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME! I BOUGHT YOU ICE CREAM, REMEMBER?! And why are you with Yohji-san?
'Aya' (confused and scared): Cause...I'm in love with...Yohji-san?
'Yohji' (fuming): Oh really?!
'Aya' (shakes his head): No, not really! I mean, I'm in love with you...and you're in...Yohji's body so I'm in love with you and...
Sakura: You're confusing me, Aya-san! (Groans and puts hands to head, begins whining)
Me: That's it! Restrain her!
(Two people we don't care about grab the screaming Sakura and drag her out.)
Schuldig: Well, now she knows how I felt like.
Sakura: You're a liar, Aya-san! How could you do that to me?! I want an... (is dragged away)
Me: Gomen, Sakura fans. I promise she won't be tortured. We're just having fun like always. And she really didn't belong in that scene anyway. I wrote this so fast so if it's not up to par, you know why. So I will try to write chapter 11 quickly and will have more insanity like always. I'm sure you're dying to know what happens to 'Aya' and 'Omi', huh? Reviews, no flames, thank you!
Chapter 10: How to Royally Mess Up Telepaths and Destroy an Orange Sweater
By Carter Tachikawa
Disclaimer: Don't own it, oh no! For eight chapters, I was spelling the name wrong so I was punished. Well, I got it right: Weiss Kreuz. Still, I am not allowed to own it. (Mr. Takehito! Why?!)
Summary: Ken in Aya, Aya in Yohji, Yohji in Omi, and Omi in Ken…yup, they were switched on one of the most dangerous missions of all time! (Okay, it wasn't dangerous but they were screwed nonetheless)
Pairings: As we all know, I love RanKen. Therefore this story has…RanKen! And for the first time, I will actually play a theme song for this story! *Begins playing "Velvet Underworld" very badly on piano (Yes, I really know how to play that!) All the guys cover their ears except for Farfie who is happy and applauding.*
Farfie: More, more! Your playing is hurting God's ears!
Me: He he he…welcome back one and all! Wow, who knows how long it's been since I updated this story? God, I can't remember! Anyway, sorry for the delay. School, piano lessons, social life, other fics…you name it, it's getting in the way. But here I am! When we last left off, 'Aya' destroyed the orange sweater by dumping his strawberry ice cream on it. 'Yohji' is ready to kill him for that. His punishment: wash the sweater (but you know me. I have to push things a *little* further). 'Omi' went to school and screwed up the exam. Evidently, you do not write essays for math exams. 'Aya' admires his half-naked body in the mirror (as does 'Yohji') and Schu finally confronts 'Omi' in the park.
Changed my mind…big Schwarz battle later, not now. A stupid cold is keeping me from coming up with what to do in the battle. Plus I'm going to have a hard time writing Farfie. I like making him silly, not his true, cruel insane self. Ah, I love making fun of Yohji in this fic. (And no, I'm not bashing him. I like Yohji and I think it's fun to tease him along with the others) Well, I talked enough for now.
Here's how to differentiate thoughts and speech ( I don't think I did this before):
"blah"- person speaking
*/blah/*- person telepathically talking
*blah*- person thinking
Thanks to my beloved readers: CherubKatan (Schu gets screwed, I promise), Ayako (yes, genki darts of doom shall save the future!), Taline (thanks for the website), Neptican (ah, I'm flattered you like it), kamibukurosama (you have the entire opening and ending songs of Gluhen?), fei (ah! And I was so looking forward to reading the next chapter of "White!"), Ryia Jen Rowen (Yup, 'Omi's' dead all right), Fuyukaze-Yuki (I remembered! Oh my God, I remembered your penname!), Jenny ("Whip it good, baby!"-I'll never get over that), and Muchacha (Brad's gonna be in here, don't worry)
Without further ado, the fic…
* * *
'Ken' handed the young lady the bouquet of roses she had purchased along with her receipt. "Thank you and I hope you visit us once again."
The woman nodded and waved to him as she left the shop. He waved back and turned around to see 'Yohji' and 'Aya' coming down the stairs. Both looked disheveled and 'Ken' knew why. 'Aya' had found a black T-shirt and jeans to wear, which were a huge departure from the orange sweater. He had plans of washing that sweater soon. 'Ken' sighed and leaned across the counter.
"It's about time! Yohji-kun never showed up for his shift so I had to fill in for him." He explained. He was still mad at stupid Yohji for making him work all afternoon. "You know, I didn't get to eat lunch today? Where is he anyway?"
'Aya' frowned. "Are you saying he isn't back from school yet?"
"No! I swear I'm going to kill him before we switch back to normal. And where were you two? You were supposed to be down here an hour ago!"
'Aya' gulped and looked at his lover, who showed no emotions once again. 'Ken' was right. Their shift started an hour ago but the two of them were so caught up in watching "The Big Green" (or rather they were caught up in admiring Aya's beautiful body), they forgot all about work.
"Sorry, Omittichi." 'Aya' apologized. "We got caught up in certain things, if you know what mean."
'Ken' nodded. "Yes I do. But what happened? I thought you were afraid to come close to Aya-kun because he's in Yohji-kun's body."
"I know and I still feel that way. It's just…just…"
"You had a beautiful body." 'Yohji' finally spoke. 'Aya' looked puzzled and 'Ken' was completely lost.
"Me? But that's your body! I can understand me admiring it but you? It's just not…oh my God! Were you…were you getting horny looking at your own body?" 'Aya' was amazed. So Aya Fujimiya was a vain person? It was very interesting. Then again, it was also something 'Aya' had learned when he got into this relationship…the longer you stayed with someone, the more things you'd find out about them that you never knew before.
'Yohji' smirked uncharacteristically. "No. It's just I think I'm starting to act too much like Yohji now. It must be because I'm in his body. You have no clue what goes on in here."
'Aya' smiled. "Why? Is it always interesting in his body?"
"Never a dull moment, if you know what I mean."
"Okay!" 'Ken' held up his hands and backed away from the counter. "I'm leaving before the conversation continues! I'm taking a break because I *need* it! And when Yohji-kun comes in, send him upstairs so I can kill him."
'Ken' took off the blue apron he was wearing and put it back where it belonged. Then he went upstairs to rest, leaving the shop in the hands of 'Aya' and 'Yohji'. They got their own aprons ('Aya' accidentally picking out the light-blue one until 'Yohji' pointed out his mistake and handed him the green one) and waited for any late customers to come in. Meanwhile, 'Aya' was thinking of the orange sweater. Washing it would be no problem...provided that the washing machine chose to behave today. They had problems with it earlier. It shrunk many of Yohji's favorite shirts. Another time, it chewed up Omi's shorts. Only 'Yohji' (technically Aya) knew how to make that machine work and all his clothes came out unharmed. As for 'Aya' (Ken), there was only a 50% chance that machine would behave for him. He'd get to work on washing it in an hour and he could only pray that nothing went wrong this time.
Who knew what his lover would do should something happen to his favorite sweater?
* * *
"Hello there, bishie." Schuldig sneered, greeting 'Omi' as he emerged from his hiding place. Ah, now things were going his way! He had been going crazy from hearing all the boring thoughts from boring people and decided to find someone new to mess with. What he hadn't expected to find was a member of Weiß lingering around. That was even better. 'Chibi torture', as he secretly called it, was always fun.
"What do you want?" 'Omi' demanded, pressing his hands against his hips. He suddenly found something about Omi's body that he liked: the chibi had some nice hips. They were perfectly curved and didn't jut out the way some people's hips did. In fact, 'Omi' was growing a little envious of them. He almost wished that he could get his own hips to be as soft but well shaped like the younger boy's. But now was not the time to be admiring Omi's hips. Schuldig was here and he had to take care of him.
*/What do you think I'm here for, bishie? I want to play. Like I said, I'm bored./* Schuldig telepathically sent back the answer, that smirk never disappearing from his face. 'Omi' bristled but stood his ground. No way was he going to let Schuldig sneak into his mind and hurt him. Unfortunately, he didn't know what else to do but keep the guy talking telepathically. Plus he had a date tonight and didn't want to be late for that.
All of a sudden, Schuldig turned pale and the grin disappeared from his face. He decided to peer into the chibi's mind and was shocked with what he heard. He didn't believe it. */Balinese?/*
"Uh...do I *look* like Balinese to you?" 'Omi' answered back. Then, in a low voice, he continued. "I'm what Balinese calls me, The Genki Assassin of the Year. I'm Bombay. Can't you tell ?"
The kid had a point. He looked like Bombay, talked like Bombay...hell, he even wore Bombay's clothes. He had the large blue eyes and that genki composure that Bombay was famous for. But his thoughts...his thoughts were that of Balinese's! Something was not right here.
*/Who are you? What's going on?!/* Schuldig demanded.
"I told you who I am already. Everything's fine. You're just messed up." 'Omi' used Schuldig's confusion to his advantage. It was a silent standoff between the two. If anyone cared to see what was going, they'd be a little confused themselves. They couldn't hear thoughts like Schuldig. What they would be thinking was why two young men would have a staring contest in the middle of a park.
Meanwhile, Schuldig was getting a headache. Bombay was the one staring at him with that evil genki grin. Yet Balinese's thoughts were the ones he was coming up with anytime he dove into the kid's head. Not to mention Bombay's attitude had changed. It was more like Balinese's. But how was that possible? It was almost as if Balinese was living inside Bombay! The world swirled around Schuldig as he tried to put the pieces together. Balinese...Bombay...who was this kid?
*/I'm not playing your game anymore, bishie! What the hell do you think you're doing?/*
"I did nothing. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're lying!" Schuldig snarled, getting out of telepathic mode and getting ready to pounce the blonde boy.
"Am I?" 'Omi' blew at the tips of his fingernails. That's another thing he was starting to like; the fingernails smooth and clean. "I look like Bombay, don't I? How can I think like someone else, huh?"
'Omi' realized that *he* was the one messing with the telepath's head...and it was fun! No wonder Schuldig enjoyed doing that! He just stood there, hands squeezing his (Omi's) nicely shaped hips, and waited to see what the Schwarz telepath was going to do. The smile kept getting wider on his face. Still, he wished he had some genki darts to get rid of Schuldig at the moment. He still had his date and she was supposed to come any minute...
"Omi-kun!"
Now.
'Omi' and a very stressed out Schuldig turned around to find a teenage girl waving at them. 'Omi' gave her a warm smile back rather than a grin. That would screw Schuldig up even more because the real Omi would never call out to a girl. (Of course, neither did the real Yohji. He'd kill the type of guy who'd do that. But the real Omi wouldn't grin like a flirting maniac so he made sure he didn't do that.)
"I think I'm through talking to you." He told the confused telepath. "Now, if you excuse me, that young lady needs my help in math. I was waiting for her and now she's here. See ya' later."
With that, 'Omi' threw another genki smile in Schuldig's direction and went to join the girl. The German watched as the two teenagers walked off together. His head throbbed from the sudden thoughts that poured from the chibi. Bombay had Balinese's thoughts? How the hell did that happen? Schuldig couldn't answer it now. He just wanted to go home, take some of Brad's aspirin, and think over what happened. There had to be an explanation. Rubbing his face and massaging his temples, Schuldig decided to leave. He had some news for the rest of Schwarz, all right.
And maybe, they could figure out what was wrong because he sure as hell couldn't.
* * *
"So this is the stain." 'Aya' murmured, looking at the brown splotch he left on his lover's favorite sweater. 'Ken' was sitting across from him, reading "The Dead Zone" but looking up every now and then to see 'Aya' was doing [1]. That washing machine was a bitch sometimes. 'Ken' hated it because it had a tendency to turn his shorts into confetti. 'Aya' also looked over at the machine and came up with a brilliant idea. He let the machine fill up with water and soap while he took the orange sleeves, tying up the sweater into a ball. 'Ken' put the book down and watched in horror at what the older boy was doing.
"A...Ken-kun? What are you doing?" He asked as the orange sweater now became an orange ball. 'Aya' began kicking the orange clump around.
"Ah, Omittichi, I'm waiting for the machine to fill up. I'm getting bored though. Maybe practicing my kicks will pass time away." 'Aya' tossed the sweater up and down.
"Uh...I don't think you realize this, Ken-kun, but...that's not a ball. That's Aya-kun's sweater. Do you know what he will do to you if he catches you kicking it around like that?"
"He's not going catch me. And besides, if I get it dirtier, I'll just run it through the wash. No harm will come to it or me."
"I wouldn't be sure about that." 'Ken' said, going back to the book. "Speaking of soccer, what time do I have to go see the spawn of the devil?"
"Oi, Omittichi, stop calling them that! And you have to go in an hour and half. The rain stopped and the field is probably dry enough to play on."
'Ken' winced and turned back to the book. "I was afraid you would say that. At least, Mr. King's story isn't quite as frightening as playing with those brats."
"Omi!"
"I'm serious! I can't handle another day with them!"
"So you had one bad day. It'll get better, I promise. They'll like you."
"That's cause they think I'm you." 'Ken' murmured, flipping a page in the book. 'Aya' shrugged and continued to toss the orange sweater around. The machine was almost ready so he kicked his makeshift soccer ball one last time. Unfortunately, he kicked it in the wrong direction. He kicked towards the bathroom and the bathroom door was wide open. The clump of orange went flying towards the bathroom and towards the toilet seat, which was still up. 'Aya' ran off to catch it but it was too late.
It landed with a small *splash* in the toilet.
'Ken' walked over to the bathroom and put his hand to his mouth. 'Aya's' jaw fell open as he stared at the ball of orange floating in the dirty toilet water. Then the two exchanged horrified looks. Oh, this was not good.
"O...Omi?" 'Aya' began, trying to take the sweater out of the toilet. He grabbed one of the dry parts and held it up. The water dripped from the sweater and down back into the toilet bowl. "What...what do I do?"
"Wash that thing and pray Aya-kun never finds out about what you did?"
"Easier said than done." 'Aya' moaned, holding the orange sweater by the dry side and carrying it over to the rumbling washing machine. The sounds were not pleasant. That washing machine was notorious for doing something against everyone, except Aya's, will. Perhaps it would also be fooled and behave for him. So he dropped the orange sweater in the machine and watched as it disappeared into the soapy bubbles.
He never saw it again.
* * *
"Brad! Braddy!" Schuldig burst into the room once again where Crawford was sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper. He put it down the moment he saw Schuldig make a beeline for his drawer and pull out the bottle of aspirin. He let out a sigh of relief and opened the bottle.
"May I ask why you want to use my aspirin?" Crawford inquired, frowning at the German who was pulling out one too many caplets. He picked up the glass of water sitting on the desk and drank some, holding it in his mouth. Then he swallowed the two caplets. He took another sip of Crawford's water before talking.
"I had a headache, Braddy." Schuldig explained, joining the clairvoyant on the couch. "I had a headache and it's all thanks to that stupid kitten."
"You ran into who?" Crawford demanded, putting the newspaper down.
"Bombay...no, it was Balinese...no, it was...ah, Braddy, you're bringing my headache back again!" Schuldig rubbed his temples. "I think I need another aspirin."
"Don't." Crawford said, burying his nose back in the newspaper. "Too much medication isn't good for you."
Schuldig snickered and turned red. "Aw, Braddy, that was sweet of you to say that! I can't believe you're actually concerned about me!"
Brad folded up his newspaper and dropped on the couch.
*Why did I say that?* He wondered.
*/Because you love me./* Schuldig responded telepathically, grinning at the American man.
Brad glared at him. "So what happened to you? Who did you run into that gave you this headache?"
"It was a Weiß kitten. But I don't know who it was."
"How could you not know who it was?" Crawford asked. Secretly, though, he knew the answer. He had a feeling Schuldig would have trouble today and that his telepathy powers would be tested. He saw this happen not too long ago and it did. It was the premonition he had told Nagi about.
*/Oh, so you knew?/* Schuldig asked telepathically. He crossed his arms and pouted. */Bradley, dear, you could have told me! I'd save myself the embarrassment!/*
"It's only the beginning." Crawford murmured, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He slipped them back on before continuing. "I know more will happen."
"More? Like what?"
Crawford was about to go into more detail on his premonition when Nagi burst into the room. He looked like he was in some sort of trouble.
"I need help." He began, his voice a mix of seriousness and worry.
Schuldig smirked. "What is this? Nagi-wagi needs help? Finally, something I can make fun off."
Nagi glowered at him. "What happened to finding someone to mess with?"
"Very long story. As for you., Nagi-wagi..."
Crawford sighed as Schuldig went about pestering poor Nagi, who looked ready to push the telepath through a wall. He sensed more bad things in the future. Things he couldn't tell his own teammates about, to be specific. But they would know. Time would tell everything like always. He hoped they would be prepared cause the future wasn't looking so bright anymore.
* * *
'Ken' came to the field with a boost of confidence and a look of surprise. None of the little boys were there. It was time to begin practice and he was the only one at this place. Frowning, he began to search the place. This was where they usually played. Where was everyone?
"Okay, spawn of the devil, what are you planning?" He murmured. Everything was a little too quiet. He imagined that one of them would pop out of the bushes and jump him. A million voices screaming "Ken-san" and dragging him to the ground was something he never wanted to do again in his life. How the real Ken Hidaka tolerated this was beyond him. He reminded himself that Kritiker would find a solution and fix them up.
He kept moving around and fear mounted upon his shoulders. What if something had happened to these kids while he wasn't around? Maybe someone had kidnapped them! 'Ken' had no idea what he would tell all these parents if that was the case. He also had no idea what he would tell 'Aya' if someone hurt these little boys. He finally stopped looking around and stood under a tree. Maybe these kids were late. Yeah, that was it. These kids were...
SPLOOSH!
A lot of water dropped down on him, soaking 'Ken' from head to toe. He stood there, freezing and shocked, as the players all laughed from their places among the tree branches. He looked up and glared at the boys, who had been there the whole time.
"Surprise, Ken-san!" They all exclaimed. 'Ken-san' turned bright-red and spit out some water that had made it's way into his mouth. He hated this surprise. The boys all began climbing down and they tackled him.
"We got you! We got you!" They began chanting as they dragged him down to the ground. He was angry and wet. He was also ready to kill one of these kids. Why didn't he have some darts with him?
"Very funny." He fumed, sitting up and crossing his arms. "Why did you do that anyway?"
"Cause you like it!" They all screamed. 'Ken' shut his eyes. Were they always this loud?
"You should have seen your face, Ken-san." One boy exclaimed. "You looked so funny!"
"Don't be mad, Ken-san." Another one said. "We do this all the time. You know that.
*Why me? Why was I stuck in Ken-kun's body, of all people? * 'Ken' got up and shook the water out of his chocolate brown locks. The boys began screaming and running in circles around him. The real Ken liked being doused by icy cold water? What was wrong with him? It was amazing he never got pneumonia if the kids did this 'all the time', as they claimed.
"Playtime's over, guys." 'Ken' tried to act normal. "Now get serious."
The kids screamed and practice finally began. 'Ken' got socked in the gut by a ball and he slipped on the mud. His patience had reached a breaking point. Soccer was not his favorite sport and he hated these little kids more than anything. Nevertheless, he tried to be as gentle and calm like the real Ken. Kids would probably spot the difference quicker than adults. The kids seemed to remain in the dark about the switch. Thank God for that.
The practice went on okay. 'Ken' didn't kick the ball into the wrong goal this time. He still wasn't able to score but that was fine. As long as he didn't look like a fool, he was happy. The happy thought, however, was soon dashed. As 'Ken' tried to kick the ball away from his team's goal, he caught sight of two teenagers, a boy and a girl. He didn't recognize the girl but the boy looked all too familiar. Squinting his eyes, he saw it was 'Omi' (or himself).
*What the...Yohji-kun! Is he...oh, that jerk! He's dating girls while he's in *my* body!* 'Ken' fumed and ended up kicking the ball into the wrong goal. His team groaned but he didn't care. He watched on with fury as the girl gave 'Omi' a kiss. It infuriated him to see 'Omi' using his body to pick up women younger than 18. He had made it clear this morning that he didn't want girls to hang around, not while they were switched! But Yohji, stupid Yohji, obviously didn't listen to anyone. He *still* thought he was older than them all. Arms crossed, 'Ken' ignored the whines of the little boys around him and shot poisonous looks in 'Omi's' direction.
'Omi' had caught sight of 'Ken' glaring at him as did the girl he was with. She was puzzled as to why the boy she was with suddenly looked frightened and why the other one was shooting deadly looks towards them.
"Omi-kun? Who is that handsome boy? And why does he look mad?" She asked.
'Omi' chuckled and turned the girl away from 'Ken's' glare. "Ah, no one! Just a guy I work with! He's jealous cause I'm with you!"
The girl giggled. "Oh, Omi-kun, you're so sweet! I never saw this side of you before!"
'Omi' grinned. "Believe me, baby. I've got many sides for you to explore and all of them are sweet. Not as sweet as you though."
The two walked away as 'Ken' burned his brown glare into their backs. Oh, he couldn't wait to get his hands on 'Omi'. The moment he did, he'd hurt him. And this time, he would use more than just the sharp fingernails.
"Ken-san! Heads up!"
"Huh?" 'Ken' turned around only to be whacked on the head by a soccer ball. Moaning, he fell over. Oh, why wasn't he back in his old body yet?
* * *
"I'm dead!" Both 'Omi' and 'Aya' exclaimed when they approached one another. Neither 'Yohji' nor 'Ken' was around, assuring them another few hours to live. Now, in the shop, they could confess what happened. 'Aya' looked like as if his favorite pet died. 'Omi' looked at him quizzically.
"You'll never believe what happened to me." They both said again. 'Aya' was holding a bag of something in one hand, making 'Omi' curious. Nothing that happened to him could compare to being confronted by and messing Schuldig up. Not to mention a soaking wet 'Ken' catching him with that girl. He wasn't looking forward to dying right now.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked. 'Aya' looked down at the ground.
"Well, earlier today, I accidentally dropped ice cream on Aya's sweater."
"Really?!" Suddenly, 'Omi' looked interested. From the 'Aya's' face, it seemed like what he had done was far worse than anything. More particularly, he did it to Aya's favorite (and absolutely hideous) sweater. "I'm all ears now, Kenken. Fess up."
"Well, I dropped ice cream on his sweater and he told me to wash it. He didn't want the slightest trace of the stain there. So I went to wash it. While I waited for the water to fill up, I began playing...around with the sweater."
"You tied it up into a ball and kicked around?!" 'Omi's' now blue eyes widened. This was not the first time 'Aya' had done something like this. But it was the first time he had done it to his lover's clothes. Miserably, 'Aya' nodded.
"And I was having fun...until I kicked the sweater too hard and it went flying into the bathroom."
"And?" 'Omi' inquired. 'Aya' gulped, holding onto the bag he had with him.
"It fell in the toilet."
"Oh, shit! You *are* dead!" 'Omi' exclaimed. He was glad someone else was going to be in trouble. Stupid Ken! How could he even think of doing that to the sweater?
But 'Aya' wasn't finished. "It wasn't that big of a problem. I mean, I had to run it through the wash anyway. So I did."
"So...if everything's fine, why are you so down?"
'Aya' finally opened up the bag. "I never said everything was fine. You know how our washing machine is like, right? Well, I washed the sweater and this is what happened."
'Omi' tried hard not let out a yelp as 'Aya' dumped chewed-up pieces of orange fabric from the bag and onto the counter .
TBC...
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[1] Bless that man, Stephen King! I don't know how many people read "The Dead Zone" but it's probably one of my most favorite of his novels. It's one of those hidden gems, not as famous as "It" or "Cujo", but it's wonderful. One of my future RanKen stories is going to be based off that book so you might want to read it. It's not a requirement cause I won't follow the book to a T but you may understand where some of the events in the story come from.
(Ah, another chapter from hell! I'm sorry it took so long. I had too many thoughts in my head and I wanted to get them all down on this chapter. I have a major headache now. Sorry if the Schwarz parts were short. I'm also sorry Farfie hasn't appeared yet. He will soon, I promise. I'll probably have another mission for the boys and a Schwarz battle then. Hopefully, I'll feel ten times better when I do write that part.)
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('Aya' and 'Yohji' eating ice cream. 'Aya' licks his spoon when Sakura suddenly bursts in, looking pissed)
Me: What the...what's she doing here?!
Sakura: AYA-SAN?! You told me you never tried ice cream before! I thought you didn't know how to eat it! And I thought you didn't like strawberry.
'Aya' (looks at bowl of strawberry ice cream): That's cause...I'm not...Aya! That's right, I'm Ken!
('Yohji' smirks in his corner)
Sakura (confused): Huh?
'Aya' (being truthful): That's right. I'm really Ken in Aya's body.
Sakura (losing temper): DON'T LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU'RE REALLY AYA-SAN! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME! I BOUGHT YOU ICE CREAM, REMEMBER?! And why are you with Yohji-san?
'Aya' (confused and scared): Cause...I'm in love with...Yohji-san?
'Yohji' (fuming): Oh really?!
'Aya' (shakes his head): No, not really! I mean, I'm in love with you...and you're in...Yohji's body so I'm in love with you and...
Sakura: You're confusing me, Aya-san! (Groans and puts hands to head, begins whining)
Me: That's it! Restrain her!
(Two people we don't care about grab the screaming Sakura and drag her out.)
Schuldig: Well, now she knows how I felt like.
Sakura: You're a liar, Aya-san! How could you do that to me?! I want an... (is dragged away)
Me: Gomen, Sakura fans. I promise she won't be tortured. We're just having fun like always. And she really didn't belong in that scene anyway. I wrote this so fast so if it's not up to par, you know why. So I will try to write chapter 11 quickly and will have more insanity like always. I'm sure you're dying to know what happens to 'Aya' and 'Omi', huh? Reviews, no flames, thank you!