Warnings: yaoi implied, mild swearing. Later there will be heavier stuff, if there is a later. Very AU, with some OOC-ness.
Notes: I have taken many liberties. I don't own Weiss, so I'm pretending to. Rules were made to be broken, ne? There is an original character from my story 'Zerschlug,' but she is very different in this one. Ah, the miracle of OC's…. if you turn them into zombies, no one bitches. No one CAN. They just bitch about their existence in the first place.
Ten a.m. Too freaking early, but did that stop Fujimiya Ran, the sadistic bastard? Noooo. Of course not. He was rapping his knuckles sharply on her door and shouting through it for her to wake up. Damn him. How the hell had she ended up with a twin like him?
"I'm up!" she yelled, flinging a stuffed kitten at the door and slowly shoving herself out of the warm blanket nest that surrounded her. Stupid Ran. "Some brother you are!"
"You have to open with Ken today!" he called.
"I know," she retorted, raking a hand through her brilliant red hair angrily and standing up, stretching out. Her red tank top rode up over her belly button and she poked experimentally at the new gold ring there before yanking the door open and giving her twin a sleep-hazed stare.
"Hurry it up, Rae," he commanded, turning to walk off and do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings. Damn, but she hated waking up!
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, snagging a towel on her way to the bathroom.
The shower water was hot, but it quickly faded and she realized that she was competing with Yohji for heat. Stupid boy. He shouldn't have even been up at this hour! Finally, a blast of frigid water right down her back made her shut off the spray and stomp back into her room, past a bewildered looking Ken, in nothing but a towel. The soccer-loving boy blushed and looked at the ceiling, resisting a strong impulse to cover his eyes.
"Ran, did you do the laundry?" she shouted through her closed bedroom door, as she searched through her drawers for that favorite black tee shirt of hers, patterned with monkeys and palm trees. She liked to dress in faintly eccentric, eye-catching clothes, like socks with dressy sandals, bright red leather jackets, and black mesh over startling green.
"I'm not your maid!" he called back, and she sighed. The dirty pile of clothes was invading the corner occupied by her hamper. Sure enough, Monkey Shirt lay crumpled among them.
"Dammit, Ran, I'm not the domestic one!"
He wasn't listening. Sharply annoyed, she found a new shirt and put large hoped earrings in her ears, tying the large, bouncing curls of her hair back with a tropical teal scarf before she padded downstairs, barefoot. Her long gypsy skirt concealed it anyway, the tips brushing the chipped crimson polish on her toenails.
"Coffee, Rae-chan?" asked a sweetly sympathetic and youthful voice. She raised her eyes to see Omi, the master of the brew, holding a steaming mug out to her.
"Thank you, Omi. One of these days, I'm going to kill my brother…"
He blanched as she took a sip and leaned against the table, ankles crossed. "I-I hope not, Rae! That would be terrible!"
She chuckled. "Not really. Who'd miss him, anyway? Ken?"
There was the thok of a ball hitting the ground and the tanned athlete walked in a second behind the soccer ball. "What about me?" he asked, dreadfully cheerful. Even Omi, the Cruelly Genki One, wasn't as bad as Ken in the mornings.
"You'd miss Ran if I put him through a food processor," she muttered, taking a swig of coffee. "But you're the only one…"
"I'd miss him!" chirped Omi.
"Shut up. I'm trying to make a point, here."
"Wait, why are you going to kill Ran? He hasn't done anything!" protested Ken, teal eyes wide as he hugged his ball slightly.
Rae sighed and finished her coffee. "No, he just pisses me off by waking me at these godawful hours every day!" she grumbled. "Come on, let's go open up." She set her mug in the sink and moved for the door, just as Ken did.
His soccer cleats met her toes in one of the most painful experiences she'd had, producing a loud yelp.
"Ken! Why do you wear those in the house?" she yelled when she could get words out that weren't obscene. She tried hard not to swear much, seeing as it was very rude, and not really her style
"Y-You should wear shoes!" cried the terrified soccer player, backing away.
"I didn't ask for you to talk back to me!"
"Would you please shut up, Rae?" sighed a new voice. It was Ran. Bastard.
"He stepped on me! In cleats!" she wailed, clutching her injured foot and hopping a bit to keep her balance.
"You should've worn shoes," answered her twin coolly.
"Agh! Just because he sleeps with you doesn't mean you have to side with him in everything!" snapped Rae, storming into the shop with a whirl of skirts and flouncing curls.
Ran and Ken stared at each other a moment, then looked at Omi, both at a loss for words.
"Congratulations!" cried the blonde. "I knew you two would get it together, eventually!"
Ran shook his head and ran a hand through his hair as Ken slowly walked into the flower shop.
There. One chapter. Now for character descriptions, just to help people understand some of the wild changes I've made. If you fear change, if you fear OC's and OOC-ness, then don't bother. You won't like this. If you are an adventurer, well, cowboy, keep on readin'.