White Wave – Wirklich fur euch

Disclaimer: I don't own Schwarz, Weiss, blah blah blah… you know it, so don't sue me. I only own the original characters. And to tell the truth, my English is not good. I try hard to translate this fiction into English. Trust me, it's going to be a long story, but I will do my best. If there's any mistakes, grammars, spellings, punctuations, or whatever it is, please tell me. At last, hope you enjoy. ^_^ R&R please! ~

Chapter 1

"This way, please," the house owner said reverently to the young lady behind him.

She didn't pay much attention to owner's comments; she's actually busy on checking the house out: two floors, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small garden and a swimming pool. She liked this house.

"I can plant something in the garden, right?" She asked.

"Certainly! Everything is yours, if you rent it."

"Prefect. I will rent it then."

"That's glad to hear," the owner had a big smile on his face. Of course! This lady was RICH, he could tell, just looked at the watch she wore.

"Please come with me, Ms. Kasahara," he led the way, "we would need to sign some contracts…"

*****

"Yeah! They are all here today!"

"It's gonna be a lucky day! ~"

This famous flower shop – "Kitty in the house", was crowded as usual. Well, most of customers were girls, especially schoolgirls 'cause flower shop's owners were four guys of striking appearance – Ran, Yohji, Ken and Omi.

"If any of you aren't going to buy anything… please LEAVE!" Ran was always that cold to those fan girls, well, he's tired of them.

"Yohji!" Ken sought help. He was now in the center of girls who love sports players.

"Hmm, you know, I never lay hands on under-18-girl," Yohji, unlike Ken, stood a side leisurely with a cigarette in hand, also had a bunch of fan girls around him.

Omi, the youngest of four, shook his head. He was usually the most popular for those girls; maybe he's the softest one.

It's getting late. Fan girls had finally left.

Doorbell rang as a young lady came in. Omi quickly approached ahead, and smiled, "Welcome! What can I do for you?"

"I'd like some flowers for my new home."

They never saw her before. She had brown hair and a pair of blue eyes. Her skin was white as snow. She's sure a pretty lady.

"Ah, beauty," Yohji whistled, picked up a red rose as his way to her, "this flower is for a beautiful woman like you."

"Thank you," she gently took the rose, and smiled back.

"Can you describe your home?" Omi asked.

"Sure. Hmm…" she began to describe it. They spent much time to decide which flowers to use.

Yohji attentively studied her, and said quietly to Ran and Ken, "She is a foreigner."

"How do you know that?" Ken was always amazed by Yohji's skill of analyzing women. Everything he said about women was right.

"Look at her. Her hair color is brown and it looks natural; her eyes are blue and skin is white, typical characteristics of western people. I think she must receive a high education before."

"Whoa… You are sure a lady man."

"I always am."

She finished talking with Omi, looked like they decided at last. She filled out the shipping form, and said, "I will be home after four o'clock, is that okay with you guys?"

"Sure."

"Then I will wait for you around that time. See you!" She was ready to leave, but suddenly turned back and waved hand to Yohji, "Thanks for your rose."

"Anytime. Come often!" He replied.

Ken looked down to the form, "Hey, Yohji. She got a Japanese name."

"Really?" Yohji looked over Omi's shoulder, "… Chika Kasahara? Well, she is a mix blood then."

"Maybe."

Ran, quiet all the time, suddenly said, "Yohji."

"What?"

"Four hundred yen for a rose."

Others sweat dropped.

*****

"Here, those yellow tulips go here."

Ran and Yohji delivered flowers to Chika's house also helped putting them to places she wished.

"And has the violets and gladiolus in the garden," Chika was putting photos in order while she said.

"You have a lot of photos!" Yohji mentioned, "Can I see?"

"Yeah."

He picked up the one with black frame. A long, black hair man with a 10-year-old girl was smiling merrily on the photo.

"That one was taken when I was 11 years old," Chika said, still busy on her work, "… That's my father."

"Your father? Whoa! He looks young!"

"I also have an elder brother."

"Then your dad surely married in early age."

Chika only nodded.

"It's time to go," Ran said.

"Well…" Yohji noticed Ran was gazing at him, "we have to go. Come next time, Chika."

"I will."

"Ja ne!"

"See ya!"

When two of them were out of the door, Yohji asked Ran, "why did you want to leave that early?"

"… Nothing."

"Huh?" Even though they knew each other for a long time, sometimes, Yohji still didn't understand Ran.

"There's nothing special."

"Fine. I give up." Yohji shook his head.

To be continued…

Author's note: Okay, I think my English is bad. I used five dictionaries to write it *sweat drop* Anyway… any comments welcome! ^_^