To reiterate:
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fahye said, we're writing WK!crack fic. Plausibility? We don't need no stinkin' plausibility! Leastways, *I* certainly don't. Frar actually came up with a believable reason for her crack, but I don't think there is one for mine. At least, not one I can be bothered thinking of right now. *grin*
When Youji woke up the next morning, he came to the conclusion that something was different.
‘And for god’s sake, is Youji still in bed? That slacker, I’m going to fucking kill him! ARGH.’
Blinking sleepily, he frowned. Was there someone in his room? He was pretty sure the voice had come from inside his head, though, and he certainly hadn’t been thinking of himself in third person. At least, he didn’t think so. In fact, it sounded more like… Omi?
But wait a second, Omi didn’t swear. And even if he did, the fuck was he doing in Youji’s head?
He had finally gone irrevocably insane, Youji decided firmly. That was the only possible explanation.
Ah well. It was bound to happen someday. It wasn’t as bad as he’d been expecting, either. And as insane people clearly couldn’t be expected to work in the shop… hey, he may as well just go back to sleep, right?
Rolling over and burrowing his head in the pillow again, Youji concluded that there was a lot to be said for insanity.
‘I don’t fucking believe this!’
“Youji, get out of bed!”
… Omi? It was almost like Omi was saying two entirely different things at once, and Youji could feel a headache coming on.
“Mmmmmmph,” he muttered. ‘Sorry, can’t. I’ve gone insane,’ he thought balefully in Omi’s general direction. ‘And you’re not helping, kiddo.’
There was a silence, then…
‘The hell?’
“Youji, did you say something?”
There was that echo effect again, and Youji winced. “What? No. Let me lose a grip in peace, for fuck’s sake.”
A barrage of angry thoughts, and before Youji could even examine this new phenomenon something had him by the ankles and was dangling him about a foot above the bed.
“Holy crap!” he exclaimed, and was abruptly dropped on the mattress at an uncomfortable angle.
He pried his eyes open to see a white faced Omi staring at him in shock and to hear the clamour of unsettled thoughts with a lot more naughty words that he would ever have suspected that the kiddo even knew. Well, shit.
“What just…?” Omi said faintly, trailing off into silence.
“Right, I’ve definitely gone insane,” Youji muttered. “Either that, or you’ve turned into that Schwarz brat. Wassisname, Naoe. I’m going back to bed, so could you stop thinking so loud? Please?”
‘Thinking so… what the fuck?’
“And stop swearing,” he added as an afterthought.
With that, Youji pulled his pillow over his head and Omi left the room in a total daze.
When Omi made his way into the kitchen, Aya was calmly eating his breakfast.
“Um, Aya-”
“Yes,” Aya cut him off. “And no, I don’t know what do to about it.” He returned to eating his toast.
Omi blinked. “O… kay…”
“Morning!”
“Morning, Ken,” Omi answered vaguely, still staring blankly at the wall with a puzzled expression.
“… did I miss something?”
Aya shrugged, and Omi didn’t seem to even notice that Ken had asked a question.
“Where’s-”
“Still in bed,” Aya said flatly.
“Oh. What’s wrong with O-”
“He’s in shock.”
Ken was beginning to feel like there was something someone wasn’t telling him. “What’s go-”
“I don’t know.”
“Aya, how do you keep-”
“Precognition.”
“… Pardon?”
Aya gave him an annoyed glare, presumably for being slow, and didn’t bother to repeat it, instead taking another bite of his toast.
“When did-”
“This morning.”
Ken gritted his teeth. “Aya, could you please stop doing that?”
Aya shrugged again, and took a sip of tea. Ken sighed, figuring it was a lost cause, and realised there was no way he was ready to face this level of weirdness this early without some form of caffeine. “Hey, Omi, is there any coffee in the pot?”
Omi didn’t answer- instead, the cupboard door swung open, a mug hovered out, the pot tipped up by itself and poured into the cup, and then the coffee floated into Ken’s hand.
The mug should have been too hot to hold, but Ken was a little too preoccupied to notice that. He had thought the morning couldn’t get any more bizarre, but clearly he had been wrong.
“Omi, did you just… and the coffee… and the… what the hell?”
Omi looked away from the wall, still apparently in la-la land. “Huh?”
“Never mind,” Ken said wearily, flopping into a chair and ignoring Aya’s snort. Deciding he needed it, he took a deep gulp of coffee and wondered suddenly why the liquid wasn’t scalding hot. Come to think of it… it didn’t seem to be any temperature at all. He couldn’t seem to feel anything.
Fighting the urge to panic, he experimentally bashed his head into the table. Nothing. He repeated the process several times just for good measure, ignoring the weird look he was getting from Aya and the rather concerned one from Omi, and finally had to accept that his sensory nerves weren’t doing anything. He sighed.
“Ah, shit.”
Looked like it was going to be one of those days.
Yes, you can all see where this crack is going.
Sadly, I think I might've written more crack-y stuff without even trying to. Ah well. *grin*
fahye said, we're writing WK!crack fic. Plausibility? We don't need no stinkin' plausibility! Leastways, *I* certainly don't. Frar actually came up with a believable reason for her crack, but I don't think there is one for mine. At least, not one I can be bothered thinking of right now. *grin*When Youji woke up the next morning, he came to the conclusion that something was different.
‘And for god’s sake, is Youji still in bed? That slacker, I’m going to fucking kill him! ARGH.’
Blinking sleepily, he frowned. Was there someone in his room? He was pretty sure the voice had come from inside his head, though, and he certainly hadn’t been thinking of himself in third person. At least, he didn’t think so. In fact, it sounded more like… Omi?
But wait a second, Omi didn’t swear. And even if he did, the fuck was he doing in Youji’s head?
He had finally gone irrevocably insane, Youji decided firmly. That was the only possible explanation.
Ah well. It was bound to happen someday. It wasn’t as bad as he’d been expecting, either. And as insane people clearly couldn’t be expected to work in the shop… hey, he may as well just go back to sleep, right?
Rolling over and burrowing his head in the pillow again, Youji concluded that there was a lot to be said for insanity.
‘I don’t fucking believe this!’
“Youji, get out of bed!”
… Omi? It was almost like Omi was saying two entirely different things at once, and Youji could feel a headache coming on.
“Mmmmmmph,” he muttered. ‘Sorry, can’t. I’ve gone insane,’ he thought balefully in Omi’s general direction. ‘And you’re not helping, kiddo.’
There was a silence, then…
‘The hell?’
“Youji, did you say something?”
There was that echo effect again, and Youji winced. “What? No. Let me lose a grip in peace, for fuck’s sake.”
A barrage of angry thoughts, and before Youji could even examine this new phenomenon something had him by the ankles and was dangling him about a foot above the bed.
“Holy crap!” he exclaimed, and was abruptly dropped on the mattress at an uncomfortable angle.
He pried his eyes open to see a white faced Omi staring at him in shock and to hear the clamour of unsettled thoughts with a lot more naughty words that he would ever have suspected that the kiddo even knew. Well, shit.
“What just…?” Omi said faintly, trailing off into silence.
“Right, I’ve definitely gone insane,” Youji muttered. “Either that, or you’ve turned into that Schwarz brat. Wassisname, Naoe. I’m going back to bed, so could you stop thinking so loud? Please?”
‘Thinking so… what the fuck?’
“And stop swearing,” he added as an afterthought.
With that, Youji pulled his pillow over his head and Omi left the room in a total daze.
When Omi made his way into the kitchen, Aya was calmly eating his breakfast.
“Um, Aya-”
“Yes,” Aya cut him off. “And no, I don’t know what do to about it.” He returned to eating his toast.
Omi blinked. “O… kay…”
“Morning!”
“Morning, Ken,” Omi answered vaguely, still staring blankly at the wall with a puzzled expression.
“… did I miss something?”
Aya shrugged, and Omi didn’t seem to even notice that Ken had asked a question.
“Where’s-”
“Still in bed,” Aya said flatly.
“Oh. What’s wrong with O-”
“He’s in shock.”
Ken was beginning to feel like there was something someone wasn’t telling him. “What’s go-”
“I don’t know.”
“Aya, how do you keep-”
“Precognition.”
“… Pardon?”
Aya gave him an annoyed glare, presumably for being slow, and didn’t bother to repeat it, instead taking another bite of his toast.
“When did-”
“This morning.”
Ken gritted his teeth. “Aya, could you please stop doing that?”
Aya shrugged again, and took a sip of tea. Ken sighed, figuring it was a lost cause, and realised there was no way he was ready to face this level of weirdness this early without some form of caffeine. “Hey, Omi, is there any coffee in the pot?”
Omi didn’t answer- instead, the cupboard door swung open, a mug hovered out, the pot tipped up by itself and poured into the cup, and then the coffee floated into Ken’s hand.
The mug should have been too hot to hold, but Ken was a little too preoccupied to notice that. He had thought the morning couldn’t get any more bizarre, but clearly he had been wrong.
“Omi, did you just… and the coffee… and the… what the hell?”
Omi looked away from the wall, still apparently in la-la land. “Huh?”
“Never mind,” Ken said wearily, flopping into a chair and ignoring Aya’s snort. Deciding he needed it, he took a deep gulp of coffee and wondered suddenly why the liquid wasn’t scalding hot. Come to think of it… it didn’t seem to be any temperature at all. He couldn’t seem to feel anything.
Fighting the urge to panic, he experimentally bashed his head into the table. Nothing. He repeated the process several times just for good measure, ignoring the weird look he was getting from Aya and the rather concerned one from Omi, and finally had to accept that his sensory nerves weren’t doing anything. He sighed.
“Ah, shit.”
Looked like it was going to be one of those days.
Yes, you can all see where this crack is going.
Sadly, I think I might've written more crack-y stuff without even trying to. Ah well. *grin*
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Date: 2004-06-28 04:53 pm (UTC)confused!Ken
precog!Aya
Telekinetic!Omi
Telepathic!Yohji
*schnoogles all of Weiss*
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:04 pm (UTC)But really, it's very fun crack!fic.
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:10 pm (UTC)Oh well, you can just say you're in love with me instead, right? The crack is a part of me, after all. ^~
Excellent.
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:15 pm (UTC)