"What the fuck are you wearing?" Crawford demanded angrily. He was running on less sleep than usual, what with the record setting lengthed post season games, but still waking at his normal early hour, and one thing he did not want to see first thing in the morning was pinstripes.

"Like it?" Schuldig asked with a smirk, doing a twirl to bring Crawford's rage to a nice simmer. He was wearing a brand new Yankees jersey and cap, paid for with Crawford's credit card. He wasn't sure if he was going to tell Crawford that bit, not wanting to make the asshole snap and actually kill him. Judging by that vein going near his temple, he was close.

"Can you even name a player on the Yankees?" Crawford demanded.

Schuldig grinned evilly. "Jeter. Matsui. Posada. A-rod-"

"Shut up. Just shut up." Crawford growled.

"You certainly did a lot of research." Nagi noted, giving the two men a good berth of distance as he went for the cereal.

"Anything to piss someone off. Do you take a side?" Schuldig asked.

"I hate both of the teams. I hate them both because they keep me awake at night with fans screaming and then I sleep through tests at school. I think I'm gonna sleep over Omi's during the World Series." Nagi snapped.

"Hey, you're definitely not allowed to sleep over your boyfriend's house." Schuldig said.

"Why not? You shared a hotel room with yours." Nagi put in smugly.

"That slut is not my boyfriend and that was an accident!" Schuldig yelled defensively.

"Nagi makes a good point." Crawford said with a grin.

"Thank you Brad." Nagi answered with a smile, then turned a look towards Schuldig. Crawford frowned. No one had called him Brad, he didn't like being referred to by his first name. Now Nagi and Schuldig were snickering.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"We just…lost a certain amount of respect for you…after seeing you, you know…" Nagi said, then started snickering more.

"Dressed like a super fan?" Schuldig supplied.

"Yeah…" Nagi trailed off, and then he and Schuldig were doubled over laughing.

Crawford glared at them, all the while hoping they never saw him while he wasdecked out as a super fan, if just seeing him at home watching a game got this sort of a reaction.

"Anyway, stop laughing! Anyway, today we start our jobs at the carnival. Schuldig, I need to talk with you. About my new job."

"I think you'll make a fine dunk tank clown Bradleykins." Schuldig snickered.

"Bradleykins? That's not even very good." Nagi said with a frown.

"Can you just go back to my name? Crawford?" Crawford near begged.

"Alright Crawfoo-chan." Farfarello spoke up from the doorway. And he was once again bloodstained.

"If the Red Sox weren't winning, you'd all be dead." Crawford growled.

SKIPPY SKIPPY

"Nagi? Um…I have a favor to ask you…" Omi looked very nervous.

'He's breaking up with me. He's breaking up with me and he wants me to set him up with Farf. No, it's not Farf. He likes Schuldig now. That cowboy likes Schu and obviously he's like a role model to Omi and now I'm being pushed aside for Schuldig! My life is over, I'm going to go jump off a bridge!' Nagi thought in a panic. Outwardly he was a lot more calm.

"What is it Omi?"

"It's…well it has to do with Ouka."

'That slut! That hussie! She's stealing Omi from me! That's it, I'm taking her incisors!'

"What about?" Nagi asked pleasantly.

"I need to borrow some clothes from her for a job…and that means going to her house…and I'm scared. Will you go with me?" Omi asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes.

'How much do I love Omi…having to face that again…'

"Please? I don't wanna go alone…she's always grabbing at me and hitting on me and it's really awkward because she won't believe I'm gay, and I've said she's like a sister to me and she doesn't get it!" Omi begged.

And the possessive side of Nagi came out. Obviously, he was going to have to break the harlot's hand if it came near HIS boyfriend.

"Alright."

"Thank you Nagi!"

LATER

"Omi! What are you doing here? Come in, I was just about to leave for the shop too!" Ouka squealed, dragging him inside. Nagi followed, a possessive snarl on his face.

"But we don't open today Ouka." Omi said feebly.

"And that's why you came to visit me, isn't it? I'm so glad you're accepting this new turn in our relationship." Ouka ranted.

"Relationship?" Nagi demanded.

"Huh? Oh hi. Omi, who is this? Is he your little brother or something? Do you want a lollipop? Oh I just love little kids, Daddy says I'm really good with them and I'll make a good wife and mother someday." Ouka smiled patronizingly.

Nagi glared. He'd never wanted someone dead so much before in his life, unless you counted Schuldig. God. Someone was rivaling Schuldig for Nagi's hatred.

"I'm his boyfriend."

"Oh that's good, you've got a good friend Omi?" Ouka's smile looked very determined now. Omi clung to Nagi's arm.

"No Ouka, this is my boyfriend. We've been dating for almost a week now. Dating. Exclusive like. Because I'm gay. See how he's male?" Omi's voice had become very high pitched now.

"That's a cute phase you're going through Omi. We can go to the mall and check out boys together."

"I don't wanna check out boys, I have one. See?"

"Well why are you bringing your little whore over to my house?" Ouka demanded, face going red with sudden rage.

"Whore?" Nagi screeched. Omi slapped his hand over Nagi's mouth. Nagi was still talking, but it wasn't clear what he was saying with Omi's hand blocking him.

"Ouka, I need to ask you a favor." Omi said sweetly.

"Of course I'll marry you!"

"-tampon popsicle!" Nagi screamed as Omi's hand fell away from his mouth while Omi recoiled. He backed up until he was standing with Nagi between him and Ouka. A tuft of blond hair was visible above Nagi.

"Listen you deranged, delusional corkscrew haired stalker freak! He is mine, see that, mine! All mine! Stay away from him or I'll sick an insane one eyed Irishman on you! You two cent whore! You bastard bitch of a side burned megalomaniac! Your parents should have had an abortion!" Nagi screamed.

Ouka's mouth was open, she was actually speechless for once. Omi, however, was not.

"Nagi! What the hell was that? That was the cruelest thing you could say to someone!"

Ouka, seeing potential in this, began to cry. Omi shoved Nagi out of his way to wrap a comforting arm around Ouka.

"What? Is it the abortion line? I've heard that daily since I joined Schwartz." Nagi asked, puzzled.

"O-omi…I'm sorry, I sh-shouldn't have been so m-mean…I'm s-sorry your boyfriend d-doesn't want me to s-see you, e-even though y-you're the only f-friend I have-" Ouka sobbed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought money could buy friends." Nagi put in, digging a deeper hole for himself.

"Nagi!" Omi yelped. "Just leave. I'll talk to you later. You're making her more upset."

"What?" Nagi asked in a small voice.

Ouka gave him a smug look while Omi wasn't looking, then hugged Omi tightly and began sobbing with more vigor.

Nagi walked himself out in a daze.

ELSEWHERE

"Farf? Farf! Have you seen my Space Ghost DVD?" Schuldig yelled.

"N-no." Farfarello lied unconvincingly.

"Just let me see it and I promise I won't be mad." Schuldig said.

"You're lying! You never mean it when you say that!" Farfarello accused. "I have scars!"

"I've never given you a scar, you do it yourself."

"I never said anything about you, I just said I had them. And I don't know where your DVD is. But you know, if you stopped leaving them in the player and put them in the case then this wouldn't happen-"

"What did you do to my DVD? You know how much I hate Japanese TV, I need my cartoon DVDs to keep me sane. Now where is it?" Schuldig demanded.

"One minute." Farfarello walked into his room, shut the door, and there was the sound of the locks being clicked into place. "I used it as a coaster."

"DAMMIT!! OPEN THAT DOOR YOU ASSHOLE!!" Schuldig screamed, attempting to break the door down.

"Make me!" Farfarello answered. "You have an unhealthy addiction to cartoons, I was helping you!"

"Helping me my ass! You just don't care! Now open the damn door!"

"No!"

Schuldig ran into his room and flung open his window. Farf's room was right next to his. He was halfway out the window when Farfarello caught sight of him.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you Schu! My windows have bars! Even I can't get out!" Farfarello called.

Schuldig angrily shook his fist at Farfarello. He then sifted through the growing pile of garbage on his nightstand before he found Crawford's debit card and his car keys, having decided to go to the mall and buy a new one.

SKIPPY SKIPPY

"Looney Tunes Golden Collection Volume two or Ren and Stimpy…hmm…may as well get them both, it's not my money anyway." Schuldig decided, dumping them into his basket with the small pile. He then began the slow stroll to the registers when he caught sight of a stray Weiss.

"Yohji, are these jeans yuppie? I still can't even tell what the hell yuppie is." Ken whined.

"Rich. So, not in this department store." Yohji answered patiently.

"But I can't afford rich! I'm not spending a week's salary on a pair of pants." Ken said with a frown.

"Maybe we could use this as a business expense." Yohji thought aloud.

"If they don't let us use gas then they won't let us use an outfit." Ken answered. "What if we return them after the mission?"

"Then we'd have to keep the tags. Oh, and blood stains." Yohji put in. "Might be suspicious."

"We could wear ponchos!" Ken thought.

"Right. Because that's not suspicious at all." Yohji said sarcastically. "Ponchos and hidden weapons." Pause. "How the hell is Aya going to hide his katana anyway?"

"Same way he always does I suppose." Pause. "How does Aya do that?"

They both thought about it for a minute. A watch with wire, a glove, and a few darts were in a totally different league from a full sized katana.

"Maybe it's collapsible." Yohji muttered, although he didn't really believe it.

"Maybe it's a magic katana! Like in the movies, and it's really small until you say a magic word and it gets bigger! I bet the magic word is shi-ne, cause Aya says it all the time."

"So you say a magic word and Aya's sword gets bigger." Yohji asked.

Ken looked at him blankly for a second. "I know you're making fun of me somehow. And I know it has to do with your sick depraved mind and I am very offe-ooo an Orange Julius stand!" Ken said distractedly, making his way out of the store. Yohji made to follow him when he walked into Schuldig.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Yohji sputtered.

"Stalking you." Schuldig answered flatly.

"What?"

"Well it's what you're thinking. I'm here buying cartoons since Farf used my DVD as a coaster." Schuldig held up his basket full of DVDs for inspection.

"Do you really need more of those?" Yohji asked.

"No. But it's not my money." Schuldig answered lightly. "Now if you'll kindly move yourself out of my way, I'm going to go purchase these and watch them."

"All of them? Right now?" Yohji asked in disbelief.

"Is this another criticism of what I do with my life?" Schuldig snapped.

…

"Yes."

"I'll file that away for later consideration. But I would like to add that my hobby has never once made it painful to urinate." Schuldig snapped.

"Look, if you're having that kind of problem then it wasn't from me." Yohji put in.

"Well I haven't fucked anyone else recently! Maybe all of the STDs you're carrying cancel each other out for you!" Schuldig yelled.

At that moment a couple of nuns walked by, looking scandalized at the conversation they'd picked up.

"Haven't fucked anyone recently eh?" Yohji asked once the nuns were out of ear shot.

"Shut up." Schuldig snapped, walking past Yohji very quickly towards the very long line at the register. Yohji stood behind him, realizing he'd hit on something here.

"So when was the last time you were laid then?"

"Halloween. You should know, you were there!" Schuldig growled. They were standing behind the nuns. "Good afternoon sisters."

The nuns began whispering to each other nervously.

"Well before that then. And don't say the night of the gay prom because I was there for that one too." Yohji prodded. Schuldig didn't say anything, wishing for the line to go quicker. "So after me no one else would do?"

"Or maybe you turned me off sex! After all, IT BURNS WHEN I PEE!" Schuldig yelled. The store went quiet at that bit of information no one really wanted to know (except for the cashier, who was a yaoi fan and already picturing Yohji and Schuldig in positions that weren't physically possible, or suitable for this fic.) The line went much more quickly after that, and no one really spoke again until Schuldig left. Yohji tailed him, prodding at him some more.

"Hey…you weren't a virgin or something, were you?" Yohji asked.

"No!" Schuldig yelled. "It's not really your business anyway! Leave me alone before I implode your brain!"

"You're not allowed to kill me." Yohji reminded him.

"No, but I can set you back to the mind set of a toddler! You're still alive that way!" Schuldig snapped.

"But then you'd be a pedophile." Yohji answered.

"What? I'm not sleeping with you again! Twice was more than I wanted!" Schuldig exclaimed.

"Oh come on. What's your excuse for the second time. You weren't even drunk. Unless you're enough of a pussy to get shit faced off of two sips of a wine cooler." Yohji stopped halfway through a laugh when he noticed Schuldig's face had gone red. "Oh my god, you really were drunk again, weren't you?"

"Shut up!" Schuldig growled. He sped up, he could see his car now in the parking lot. Yohji kept following him.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I never go that far with girls when I know they're drunk."

"Leave me alone, I don't want your pity." Schuldig snapped.

A school bus stopped near them, and a group of middle school girls climbed out of it for some kind of field trip. They caught sight of the cute bishi arguing with each other and started walking much more slowly, to their teacher's annoyance.

"I can't believe you're that much of a lightweight." Yohji continued, oblivious to Schuldig's mood. He had no idea how far he was pushing him. "I mean, the amount of time you spend in bars-"

"I usually get a coke, now can you stop it? Stop following me dammit!" Schuldig hissed, noticing the school girls staring at them. His car was so close.

"Sorry I deflowered you-"

"YOU DIDN'T FUCKING DEFLOWER ME, OKAY?! YOU WEREN'T MY FIRST AND YOU WEREN'T MY BEST!! So don't let this go to your head!" Schuldig screamed.

The school girls were giggling.

"So what if this was my first time on bottom!" Schuldig stomped past his car and took off at a run for home.

Yohji watched him go, a look of shock on his face.

"What an asshole." One of the school girls whispered to another one, who agreed.

"I can't believe he made that other guy cry."

"What?" Yohji yelped. "He wasn't crying! He was just very upset. And he left his car." Pause. "He's evil! And why am I defending myself to twelve year olds? I'm going home, I don't need this!"

Yohji marched off, the school girls pointing after him and yelling mean things to him as he went.

SKIPPY SKIPPY

Schuldig stopped in a convenience store for some comfort Ben & Jerry's since clearly Fruity Pebbles weren't going to help soothe his ego after that display (A/N He is being SUCH a girl right now) and then he went straight home and to the living room. He put in the road runner disc of the new Looney Tunes DVD.

"Mindless violence, you will soothe my fragile nerves." Schuldig said with a sigh, then collapsed on the couch.

He was just starting to get comfortable. Then he heard a soft cackle and a pillow was thrust over his face, suffocating him. He flailed his limbs, trying to shake off his assailant.

Nagi had been crouched behind the couch, waiting for him. He now had his full weight devoted to suffocating Schuldig, since obviously his fight with Omi (in his mind it was a complete break up with no chance of getting back together, teen angst and whatnot) was Schuldig's fault.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHY BUT I KNOW YOU DID THIS!!" Nagi screamed.

Farfarello finally exited his room, curious about the noises he was hearing.

"Nagi!? What are you doing?!" Farfarello shrieked. He dove for the couch. "You're getting Ben & Jerry's everywhere! I'll have to confiscate this."

He sat down on the arm of the couch, out of reach of Schuldig's flailing limbs, and watched them. "Really Schuldig, you couldn't have gotten Phish Food? It's so much better than Cherry Garcia."

Nagi was laughing hysterically as Schuldig's struggles became weaker.

Crawford walked through the room gloomily, clutching the makeup kit he'd been given for dunk tank duty. He thought about stopping Nagi, then said.

"You deserve this."

And walked into his bedroom. Then he paused, and considered if they could really afford to lose Schuldig this early into his master plan. He decided they couldn't and walked back into the living room, cursing Schuldig for being such an asset. He managed to pry Nagi away from Schuldig's head, only able to accomplish this since Nagi was so hysterical he wasn't using his powers at all.

Schuldig was limp at this point and his lips had turned blue.

"Dammit. One of us is gonna have to give him CPR." Crawford assessed.

"I'm not doing it, I did it last time." Farfarello objected.

"I think we should let him die this time!" Nagi yelled.

"Yeah, got that." Crawford snapped. "Fine, I'll do it."

Then Schuldig began coughing and gasping. Nagi leaned over him with the pillow, and Crawford grabbed Nagi and started pulling him towards his bedroom.

"Let me go! Let me go, I won't kill him! Not all the way! I just want to make him suffer, suffer like I'VE suffered!" Nagi screamed as Crawford locked him in his room.

"You're in time out!" Crawford yelled. "No dates this week!"

"I don't think that'll be too much trouble since Schuldig made Omi dump me!" Nagi sobbed loudly.

"Nagi, you can't blame everything bad that's happened to you on Schuldig. Even though you'd be right most of the time." Crawford said patiently to Nagi's door. "Besides, Schuldig's not about to end your relationship, since he went through so much trouble to create it in the first place."

"What?" Nagi asked, momentarily forgetting his despair at this interesting little tidbit.

"You're grounded! And no trying to kill your teammates!" Crawford yelled, changing the subject and walking away from the door. Nagi kept yelling, but Crawford was ignoring him. He turned his attention to Schuldig and whether or not he was okay.

"He doesn't have any brain damage." Farfarello reported.

"Gimme my ice cream." Schuldig said weakly, making his way towards the couch.

"Maybe he's got some damage then. Remember, I bought this ice-cream Schuldig." Farfarello said gently.

"Right. Right after you bought me new DVDs after I used Space Ghost as a coaster." Schuldig snapped.

"See, he's getting it back." Farfarello said hopefully.

"Farfarello give him his ice-cream. Schuldig give me my debit card. Since you almost died I'll pretend this shopping spree didn't happen. What did you do to Omi anyway?" Crawford said tiredly.

"Nothing I know of. I haven't seen the kid since…grr…" He trailed off, thinking of Halloween morning and having to exit the Koneko after, after…grr…

"Schuldig you're growling. I think I will take my leave." Farfarello decided, heading towards his room after surrendering the ice cream, or half empty pint of ice cream.

NEXT DAY

"I don't believe you." Crawford said in a low, low voice.

"What? I can't fix it. He developed impressive telepathic shields overnight. What's so hard to believe about that?" Schuldig asked innocently.

Crawford glared at him.

"Look on the bright side. At least Farf agreed to help you do your makeup. You'll be a scary clown!"

"I'm going to kill you."

"But you promised Nagi you'd let him do it. That's unfair you know."

"We can find another telepath. It may take weeks, months, maybe even years, but it will be worth it. And for the last god damn time take off that Yankees hat!"

Bing!

And Crawford fell into the tank.

Thud.

There was no water in it yet.

"Right, so it works!" Schuldig called.

Meanwhile

"And then he said that I was his, and he told Ouka her parents should have had an abortion." Omi whined. "I mean, I am not property! I guess he was kinda…but no! It's bad."

"Wait a minute, he told Ouka that? That's a little harsh. What did she say to him?" Yohji asked.

"She was crying-"

"No, I mean before."

Omi gave him a blank look. "Is there something you can say to merit that response?"

Yohji sighed. "Normal people, no. No, it's never okay to say that. But Nagi…well, you've seen how Schwarz act. Think about the environment he was raised in. That could be as casual as us calling Ken dumb."

"Your parents should have had an abortion." Omi said flatly.

Yohji thought back to Halloween. "Think about what Schuldig almost did to him."

"Right. I suppose you've got a point. But still-"

"But still it's not the end of your relationship. Just a hurdle." Yohji said dismissively. "Let's get ice cream cones."

The two were at the carnival to distract themselves from their horrible, horrible relationships (not that Yohji was admitting he was in one, accidentally sleeping with someone twice was NOT a relationship). Aya was scouting the Yacht club alone, as he was the only one who could successfully pull off posing as a yuppie at that point, and they'd left Ken alone at the shop figuring all the fan girls would go to the carnival.

Yohji and Omi got their ice cream and sat down on a bench. "So what about you then? How's your Schwarz problem going?" Omi asked pleasantly.

Yohji scowled. "It's not going anywhere."

"Oh, is that the problem?" Omi asked.

"No! The problem is that fate or whatever is trying to make it go somewhere! Does sleeping with a guy twice make me gay?"

"Were you drunk both times?" Omi asked.

"…"

"Yohji? I think you're either gay, insanely attracted to Schuldig or both." Omi decided. "I'd go with the insane thing, not necessarily insanely attracted, but insane."

"Maybe it's stress. I mean, killing people, it's a stressful job-"

"You don't seem to let it get to you. At least not the same way, say, Ken-kun does." Omi noted.

"Fine. So maybe I'm attracted to Schuldig. Maybe we were lovers in a former life, and he was a girl! Then it's not even fair that I'm attracted to him because a previous me was. I'm not gay, Schu's soul is just female." Yohji decided.

"Suddenly I feel a lot better about me and Nagi's problems. Hate to say it, but our relationship seems healthy now." Omi muttered. Then something caught his eye. "Is that Crawford in a dunk tank?"

"This we need to investigate." Yohji decided. "Omi, how's your wrist?"

"It's good."

"Up for some baseball?" Yohji asked pleasantly.

They finished up their cones and stood in line for the dunk tank. While in line, Yohji was distracted.

"That's right, you heard me, every game's a winner, everyone's a winner here! Stand back boy, you bother me. Step up, step up, try your luck and walk out a winner!"

"Crawford at the dunk tank, and Schuldig at one of the crooked games? You think there's a conspiracy here we need to look at?" Yohji asked, pointing out the dart game to Omi. Omi shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah. I'm going to the dart game. Shut up."

Omi smirked as he stepped up for the dunk tank game.

"High and dry-oh shit." Crawford said as he recognized the expert dart thrower. "Hey there shorty…" He said weakly, and then fell into the sludgy carnival water. He climbed back onto his little seat. "Okay you dunked me, now walk away with your prize-"

"I've got four balls left." Omi noted, tossing one casually.

"Hey look, someone finally got the dunk tank clown!" A bystander called. A crowd gathered around Omi.

"Listen, I'll pay you twice what this game costs if you'll just walk away." Crawford begged.

Sploosh!

"I think there's something alive in here!" He yelped, hoisting himself up onto the seat and hugging his knees, only to fall into the 'water' again almost immediately.

"Triple!" He yelled as something brushed past his leg.

Sploosh!

He climbed back onto the seat, consoling himself with visions of Nagi ripping Schuldig's spine out of his back and using it as a belt as Omi fired his last perfect pitch to send him back into the sludgy liquid. At least now it was over.

"Alright, now get your prize and leave."

"Who me?" Omi asked, pulling out a Hello Kitty change purse. "I'm just warming up." He said with a sweet smile, buying another five balls.

MEANWHILE AT THE DART GAME

"Where are all my customers going?" Schuldig wondered aloud, watching a crowd rush away.

"Dude, there's this little girl at the dunk tank with a really good arm, she's gotten the guy almost twenty times in a row now!" Someone called.

"Great. Farf, take your lunch break." Schuldig snapped irritably. He loved fleecing people of their money almost as much as he loved pissing off Nagi. So far he'd made more money than any game booth had in the carnival's history.

Farfarello put up the last of the poorly made stuffed bears and excitedly took off in the direction of the ferris wheel.

Schuldig attempted to heckle members of the mob rushing towards the dunk tank, but quickly gave up and sat down with a caramel apple to wait it out.

And then Yohji approached the booth, and Schuldig's smile turned very forced. A very awkward silence arose, the kind full of sexual tension. And a slow burning anger.

Yohji coughed.

"So…every game's a winner." Schuldig said lamely.

"Do you have some sort of evil scheme going on?"

"Bradley's in a dunk tank. Of course this has to do with the end of the world." Schuldig said patronizingly.

"Well, thought I'd ask. Formality and all. So…how've you been?"

"Burning and itchy." Schuldig snapped.

"Right. Look…uh…I'm sorry. About earlier, and the uh-"

"I don't care. You can just stay out of my life until I have to pretend to be trying to kill you again, okay?" Schuldig responded. "Now move on, you're scaring away my customers."

"No, it's not okay. I'm sorry I was an asshole. You know, you're never going to be on the receiving end of an apology again so you might want to enjoy this."

"That helps you out there Yohji. Insulting me while apologizing to me. I feel honored." Schuldig snapped.

"Can you cut the sarcasm and just listen? I shouldn't have fucked you while you were drunk and I wasn't, and I shouldn't have followed you and picked at you in front of those nuns and school girls. And I shouldn't have chased you from your car. Now look, before all this drama started we were getting along okay. I had fun hooking up the chibis with you and talking to you before we…uh…yeah. I liked that. Well, not the, but the talking. So, can we go back to that?" Yohji asked.

Schuldig paused, not sure how to process that. He was cornered, and he'd never been in a situation like this before. "I don't really do the friendship thing that well. My closest friend is Farfarello."

"Someone let the emus out of their cages!" A man screamed, running from the ostrich sized angry birds that were chasing after people.

"Oh my God the Ferris Wheel's come loose!" A woman shrieked.
"That's fine. My closest friend right now is Omi." Yohji said. "It is kinda hard to come by friends with our profession."

"An emu stole my baby!"

"Maybe you should come in here, it doesn't sound stable out there." Schuldig offered. Yohji climbed over the edge and stood in the game booth next to Schuldig. They watched as a swarm of petting zoo goats joined the emus in the mass destruction.

"Farf?" Yohji asked.

"Most definitely. He's been looking at that Ferris wheel since we got this job." Schuldig answered.

A silence developed between them, but for once it was comfortable as they watched the havoc unfold.

"Hey, is Nagi here somewhere?" Yohji asked.

"Yeah, he's running one of the kiddie rides." Schuldig answered.

"Oh good. Maybe he can make up with Omi now then." Yohji thought. "That'd be nice."

Meanwhile, in the swarm of emus, goats and Ferris Wheel a giant teddy bear with skinny legs was making its way through the carnival.

Nagi caught sight of it from where he was evacuating a mini titl-a-whirl and paused in his actions. The bear seemed to be heading for him, so he quickly helped the last child out of the ride and then walked over to the bear.

"I'm sorry." Omi's voice said from behind the massive stuffed animal.

"For what?" Nagi asked. "Don't you hate me?"

"Yohji-kun put it in perspective for me. I won this bear at the dunk tank. Do you want him?" Omi asked. "I already named him Master Cuddles, duke of Wellington."

"That's a distinguished title for a carney bear. I like it. Thank you Omi. I promise not to yell at any more of your friends. Or refer to you as property." Nagi said, floating the bear with his powers so he could see Omi.

Omi ran over to hug Nagi, and they had a happy moment, until an emu squawked at them and they dove for the relative safety of the evacuated titl-a-whirl. They caught sight of Farfarello riding a goat into the sunset.

"Born free! As free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows!" Farfarello sang.

"Your roommates are so insane. I'll try to remember that from now on." Omi decided, holding Nagi's hand as they watched the carnival burn down.

"Yeah. I wonder if anyone remembered to kill the targets." Nagi mused.

"I'm pretty sure the emus will get them." Omi responded.

"If not Crawford will. He's good about that stuff." Nagi decided.