-1Disclaimer - Project Weiss and associated intellectual properties do not belong to me, nor am I making any profit from them.
'Awww, she's so cute!' Omi practically squealed, squeezing his hands together and wriggling in girlish glee at the adorable little bundle of joy on their doorstep. Behind him, Yohji gagged, not sharing his team-mate's enthusiasm. By the time he recovered enough to respond though Omi had scooped the baby up and was rocking her gently, cooing nonsense phrases and informing the tot of the adorability of her darling ickle handy-pandies.
Ken choked on his cereal when he saw Omi come back into the kitchen with a baby swaddled in a pink blanket. He looked at the happily cooing Omi, then to the baby, then to the dumb-struck Yohji and drew a surprisingly logical conclusion, given that fanon consistently characterises him as a dunce. 'Dammit Yohji, I thought we told you to be careful with those skanks you're always bedding!'
'We found her on the doorstep! Can we keep her, Ken-ken?'
Ken's shoulders slumped in the face of Omi's genki onslaught. The diminutive blond had puppy eyes like no other person he'd met and boy did Omi know it. 'We're assassins, Omi, do you think that's wise?' Yohji saved him from the inevitable capitulation with his own attempt at inserting some sanity into the situation. Omi's lip wobbled, but the impending emotional storm was cut off by the sound of Aya picking up the 'phone and dialling someone.
'Hello, child protection services?'
Ken and Yohji exchanged a glance, mutually coming to the conclusion that they definitely did not want to be in the building when Hurricane Omi struck. Muttering a brief prayer to any listening gods for their pragmatic comrade's life, they fled.