Weiss Kreuz:

Fruitcake

Author's Note:

This is the story behind Yohji and Ren's sister, Aya, which is far beyond the boisterous laughter and guffaws of Ken and Omi – that is, as Ren sharpens his sword in front of Yohji on their so-called "date" in a nearby coffee shop. There are changes of point of views as each character has a different perspective. I'd placed labels and I do hope that no one would get mixed up. You may find the ending of the story unexpected…. So please Read and Read and don't forget to place your reviews! Thanks!

CHAPTER ONE

I can't believe what I saw. After blinking several times and getting the wonderland out of my head, I finally figured out why Ren is watching that horrible, horrible melodramatic television series at this wee hour in the morning. Just as I was about to take my biggest step to put this bunch of smelly clothes on the washing machine, I heard a crunchy slap hit another's face.

"I want to be out of this relationship! Let go of me or else, I'll shot you in the head!"

"What the… are you talking about? You can't escape from me, ever! Do you really want me to close this flower shop?"

"This is not my life! This is just yours! I want to be out of here!"

And just then, I made a loud chuckle as Aya-chan's tears roll down to her cheeks. Well, I don't mean it. I really don't. It just occurred to me that seeing Ren's sister cry just because of that super stupid drama show tickles my funny bone in an instant. I mean… no, I don't mean to laugh at you Aya, especially at this moment that everyone's distracted by the chortling sound I made.

" Uhmm…. And so, what do you think will happen to Schroeder now that Criselda is planning to get out of that….", stupid show, I almost murmured. "Uhmmm… That show has the highest ratings, they say", now I'm trying to let my self feel comfortable as a baby in the tv commercial makes a pouting look.

" I'm really sorry….", Aya bowed her head in shame.

"No, no, I mean… That's a nice show, hehe. Ok, I'll have to wash this garments. Don't mind me, go on with that…"

"Stupid show.", Ren finally blabbed something at last. "Stupid.", he blabbed louder. This time, Yohji ran his fingers to the tips of his blonde hair and calmly reminded Ren not to be that harsh to Aya.

"That is Aya's favorite show. How could you say something as callous as that?"

"Why can't you just figure it out!", Ren exclaimed. " I can't stand sitting in front of that foolish television series just to keep track of you and my sister!"

"You can't tell me where I should watch what I want to watch. If you want me to stay away from that television then buy me another one!"

Ren just stared coldly at him as if saying " You don't really want to watch that anyway. If It's not because of my sister…" but all words just remained silent.

"Now, what? Why the scowl in your face? It makes you look older… Oh well, I forgot that's your hobby.", Yohji made a grin, his long blonde tresses brushed through his shoulders as he turns his head away from Ren's darting stare, his glaring shades almost fell from his face – proof that he turned his direction in disgust.

"By the way, why should I think about that?", Yohji paused, maybe realizing I was standing there dumbfounded at the sight of them fighting.

"Ken-moonie, why the… those clothes smells quite mushy. Quit staring at us and hurry out to the laundry room or else I'll cut off my nose."

This may sound queer to you but I'll reveal the skeletons behind that mushy fight anyway. No, no. Yohji might as well run at the sight of Ren gushing to his sword, but this one is different. Different.