Disclaimer: I own nothing except Shane Alexander.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, implied yaoi, random strangers dying... the usual
Author notes: I'm an exchange student in Germany. My mothertongue is English, but because I've been in Germany for 8 months, my English is beginning to suffer. Cut me some slack. I will triple edit to catch as many mistakes as possible.
Kitten Number 5 (Prolouge)
Yohji sighed as he opened up Koneko to the shrieks and sighs of teenaged and middle-aged women alike, just like he did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. He shuffled lazily back to the cash register as the mob forced themselves into the flowershop. He took a deep breath before putting a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. "Ladies, ladies, ladies! There are enough flowers for everyone!" He grinned and winked. Half the mob collapsed.
"Yohji!" Omi scolded as he rapped the back of the tall blonde's head. "Poor Ken-kun's back hasn't recovered from dragging out the last group of girls. Now get to work!" Yohji sighed heavily as the aforementioned burnette and the resident redhead made their ways into the work place. "Alright then... I'm off to school! Ja ne!" With that, Omi waved goodbye and took off in a brisk jog, mainly to escape the girls who were proceeding to follow him.
Soon the younger girls left for school and the housewives went about their chores. The day grew into a lazy daze until a boy looking about 19 stepped into the flower shop. He had simple brown hair and stood at about 5'8". He smiled at Yohji as he approached the counter. "Excuse me," he began. His Japanese was riddled with a thick American accent. "I'm new to the area and I've been lost for quite some time. Would you mind if I used your bathroom?"
Yohji nodded slowly. This was an odd request. He whistled for Ken. "Ken, take him to the bathroom." The Ken gave Yohji a strange look and then gestured with his head for the stranger to follow.
Aya approached Yohji. "There are public bathrooms just around the corner. Everyone knows that." He said coldly and a little confused.
"Very true. And judging on his skill with Japanese, he's no tourist. Granted, he has an accent, but he can speak it fast and clearly. I'm just as cautious of him as you are." Aya nodded. "We give them 5 minutes, if they're not back, we close up shop and investigate." Aya nodded once more in agreement.
-UPSTAIRS-
"Here's the bathroom," Ken said as he gestured to the door. He watched the boy carefully observing his every movement.
"Thanks!" The boy bowed his head with appriciation and then waited in the doorway.
"Well?" Ken asked. "What are you waiting for?"
"Me? Nothing... You don't have to wait either. I can let myself out." He smiled kindly.
Ken closed his eyes and scratched the back of his head. "I'll stay... this shouldn't be more than 5 minutes. Besides, Yohji and Aya can handle the sho-" His sentence was cut off as the boy's elbow connected with his face and sent him sprawling to the ground.
The boy sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want to do that," his voice had changed from one of kindness to one of annoyance and his accent disappeared completely," but I can't go about my business with you here." With that, he dragged the dazed and confused Ken's head into the bathroom and slammed it in the door once. Not hard enough to kill him or cause permanent damage, but enough to knock him out. "And now I find out who the mysterious little kittens are..." With that, the boy began to scoure the apartment for any detail he could find.
-DOWNSTAIRS-
Yohji glanced at his watch. "7 minutes have passed... Close up!"
A minute or so later, he and Aya were creeping cautiously upstairs making no noise. Because they were silent, they could hear an occasional russtle or footsteps running hurridly through the apartment.
Aya reached the top first and quickly discovered the unconscious Ken lying half in and half out of the bathroom. Aya was about to call for Yohji when he felt something collide with his head and he heard a vase break.
"That's a shame... it looked expensive," The assailant said before stuffing a rag drenched with chlorophyl into the redhead's face. "Sleep well!"
The boy stood up. "And now for the blonde... Where could he be hidin-!" The boy felt his legs go out from underneathe him and the next thing he knew he was on his stomach. "When'd you get behind me?" He asked amused as he stood up. He looked around and saw no one. "What the...?" He cautiously stepped forward and he hit the ground once more. It was then he saw a silver glint in the light. He grinned and wiped the blood from his lip. "So you're the kitten who likes to play with yarn. Well, I've got some toys too." At this, he sat up and pulled a stiletto from a concealed sheathe under his pant legs. He made quick work of all the wires.
He put the knife away and stood up dusting off his hands. "Okay! I put my toys away! Now you put yours away and play nice little kitten!" As he said that he turned and saw the blonde step from his hiding place in the kitchen.
"Who are you?" Yohji asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, I'm not your killer, if that's what you're thinking. I'm just after some information. I have explicite orders to leave you all alive." He examined his nails in an aloof manner as he said that. "Clearly, I can't get my work done with you awake. So it's gotta be bed time for you too." As he said this, he shifted into a fighting stance. "Watch out, I'm trained in Muay Thai."
"Bring it, punk." Yohji said as he brought up his fists.
"Yohji! Why's the store closed right now?" A new voice could be heard from the stairs.
Yohji and the boy quickly looked towards the stairs. "Omi! Don't come u..." Yohji began but trailed off mid-sentence when he looked back at the intruder. The intruder gave Yohji a confused look before he felt his feet swept out from underneathe him.
"You're right... It was expensive." A cold voice began. "And so's this!" The boy opened his eyes in time to see the redhead bringing a vase down upon his face causing everything to go black.
"What was that noise!" Omi stopped when he reached the landing at the top of the stairs. He surveyed the scene and whistled. He had to hand it to the intruder. The only mess was the two broken vases and Ken's slightly stirring body. "Well then... You two tie him up. I'll call Manx and start to work on Ken's wounds."
-END PROLOUGE-
So what did you all think?
Review, bitte
