This is your life
Pairings: None yet...
Warnings: Some implied shonen ai, violence and swearing
Author's note: Okay so it won't be funny... honestly I'll find something that is! Some day... . I don't know if Aya would necessarily cook, but hell... gotta do something in yer spare time besides sleeping, watering flowers, killing, and visiting a comatose sister.
Disclaimer: Hey, if Weiss was mine and NOT Koyasu Takehito's, this disclaimer thing wouldn't exist. Ah it still would. Blanc Croix is French for white cross XD Vicious Howl X could also be described as... Bloody Roar 2!!!
FEAR LEAP YEAR BABIES!
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"Happy birthday Omi-kun!" were the first words the youngest assassin heard, on this, the rarest of all days, February 29th. His eyes were wide with shock, then it dimmed to pleasant surprise. "Thank you so much!" Yohji and Ken with large smiles stood around his bed, holding gifts, while Aya stood at the edge of it, with not a hard glare, but not a wide grin either. "Happy birthday, Omitchi." he murmured softly. "Come on birthday boy, let's getcha a special breakfast!" said Yohji, picking him up under the arms, their much-varied sizes making it possible for Yohji to carry him around. "Itai! Yohji kun!" He was pulled out into the kitchen by two overly hyper men, the third following behind with a slight frown. Omi sat down at the kitchen table, and Yohji ruffled his bed head, then squashed a poorly made crown on his head. (It was actually a Burger King crown turned inside out and spraypainted) Ken whisked over with a plate of pancakes dotted with chocolate chips, coated in syrup and powdered sugar, with bacon and orange juice on the side. "Thank you Aya!" said Omi, smiling at all the wonderful food. Aya blushed a little, "You're welcome Omi..." Aya WAS the resident cook, after all. "And you guys too!" Ken and Yohji smiled at each other with pride. "Now come on! Eat! 18 year olds need their breakfast for fun days!" the tallest declared. Omi nodded, picking up his fork and digging into the pancakes.
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"What?! Closed?!" Indeed, the metal door was down, but the four killers sat in there anyway, laughing and sharing jokes with each other. "Open mine first Omitchi-" said Ken, holding out his present, when there was a knock on the metal sheet. Yohji lifted it up- "Sorry, we're- Oh." Manx walked in, holding a video tape. "Hello boys." "Awww, can't it wait? Today's Omi's birthday, he's finally 18!" "I'm sorry, but this has to be seen first." said Manx, waving the tape. A smile was on her face. They trudged reluctantly into the underground, and even Aya was a little hurt and upset that Persia chose this of all days to launch a new mission.
"Those of you Weiss. Today, as we all know, is a special birthday for someone." Omi's head, once forlorn, shot up and he watched the screen. "He has been waiting patiently, and the day is finally here. Happy 18th birthday Bombay. Your mission is to have fun and relax today. Partiers of the night, don't give him a hangover!" said Persia with a light chuckle. The mission tape ended, and Manx handed Omi a gift, bound neatly in white packaging, with a cross shaped charm on a thin chain attached to the ribbon. "Happy birthday, Bombay." Omi smiled widely, wider than he had all day, and hugged Manx tight. "Thank you so much, Manx! And tell Persia that too!"
"He knows Omi kun, he knows." She smiled, and walked upstairs, leaving the flower shop. Ken ruffled Omi's hair. "You know, Yohji won't be able to call you kid anymore."
"What are you talking about, Siberian? He'll always be a kid to me." Omi stuck his tongue out at Yohji, who then tossed him a soda. "Well, open your presents so we can hurry and have cake."
"Did you make that too, Aya?" said Omi, cracking open the can. Aya nodded, a small smile on his face. Omi picked up the first present, Ken's. "If it's a soccer ball we're all going to hit you, Ken." teased Yohji, remembering his own birthday a few years ago. "Ah, Yohji kun... it's kinda too square to be a soccer ball." Omi opened it, tearing off the wrapping that most likely Aya had to help him with (Ken was a mess with things like that) and cried out in excitement when he saw what it was. "The new Blanc Croix cd! Thank you so much Ken!" He pounced on the soccer freak, hugging him tightly around the neck. Ken hugged him back. "Happy birthday, Omi kun!" Next was Yohji's. It was a simple card, that read on the outside, "The answer is sex and money!" Omi stared at Yohji for a minute. "What. Open it, don't give me that look." Omi opened it, and the inside said, "The question was, what are two things you won't be getting?" Out fluttered a 50 dollar US bill, and there was a scrawled message from Yohji. -Okay... so you DID get money. But don't come to me for sex! Happy birthday, Omi kun! +heart+ Balinese- Omi laughed and hugged Yohji.
"Thank you Yohji kun!" "Happy birthday you little brat." Next was Aya's. It was fairly light, and it's size looked oddly familiar to Omi kun. Then he opened it. "That computer game I've been wanting! VICIOUS HOWL X! Aya- how did you know?"
"Hmm, maybe it was the whole 'Only 2 weeks, 4 days, 8 hours, 27 minutes, and 12 seconds until Vicious Howl X is released! Hey guys! Let's go into the computer store! They might have Vicious Howl X! Aww, come on Yohji kun, I only need 100 more yen to reach my goal of 6400 to get Vicious Howl X! Hey guys, can I rent Vicious Howl X at the vid-'" Ken covered Yohji's mouth with his hands. "Baka! Be nice to Omitchi!" Yohji smirked and licked at Ken's palm. "Eeeewwwww! Yohji kun you're gross! I have vague ideas where that things been, and it's not comforting!" cried the brunette, wiping his hand on Yohji's shirt. "Thank you Aya... " said Omi kun, hugging him. Aya put an arm around Omi, his eyes closed. "Happy birthday, Bombay."
"Now last, is Critiker." Omi flipped open the simple card on top after unhooking the necklace and putting it on. -Bombay. We know that along with the Balinese and Siberian on your side, you will be succesful in your mission of a happy birthday. From Critiker.- Signed below were the names Persia, Manx, and Birman. "That's considerate of them." said Ken with a smile. Omi opened it, and out fell a silvery fountain pen with the name Omi Tsukiyono and a drawing of a freesia engraved into it, along with a contemporary, sleek, also silver-"Diary?" Yohji snorted. "It's called a journal, Yohji kun!" Yohji smirked. "Omi, can I see that pen?" asked Aya. Omi handed it over reluctantly. "This looks like white gold. Very expensive. Very nice." He handed it back, and Omi ran his fingers over the same name that was engraved in the diary. Omi Tsukiyono. With a freesia underneath. He smiled and hugged it. "Now, Ran. I believe cake was involved in this deal?"
Pairings: None yet...
Warnings: Some implied shonen ai, violence and swearing
Author's note: Okay so it won't be funny... honestly I'll find something that is! Some day... . I don't know if Aya would necessarily cook, but hell... gotta do something in yer spare time besides sleeping, watering flowers, killing, and visiting a comatose sister.
Disclaimer: Hey, if Weiss was mine and NOT Koyasu Takehito's, this disclaimer thing wouldn't exist. Ah it still would. Blanc Croix is French for white cross XD Vicious Howl X could also be described as... Bloody Roar 2!!!
FEAR LEAP YEAR BABIES!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
"Happy birthday Omi-kun!" were the first words the youngest assassin heard, on this, the rarest of all days, February 29th. His eyes were wide with shock, then it dimmed to pleasant surprise. "Thank you so much!" Yohji and Ken with large smiles stood around his bed, holding gifts, while Aya stood at the edge of it, with not a hard glare, but not a wide grin either. "Happy birthday, Omitchi." he murmured softly. "Come on birthday boy, let's getcha a special breakfast!" said Yohji, picking him up under the arms, their much-varied sizes making it possible for Yohji to carry him around. "Itai! Yohji kun!" He was pulled out into the kitchen by two overly hyper men, the third following behind with a slight frown. Omi sat down at the kitchen table, and Yohji ruffled his bed head, then squashed a poorly made crown on his head. (It was actually a Burger King crown turned inside out and spraypainted) Ken whisked over with a plate of pancakes dotted with chocolate chips, coated in syrup and powdered sugar, with bacon and orange juice on the side. "Thank you Aya!" said Omi, smiling at all the wonderful food. Aya blushed a little, "You're welcome Omi..." Aya WAS the resident cook, after all. "And you guys too!" Ken and Yohji smiled at each other with pride. "Now come on! Eat! 18 year olds need their breakfast for fun days!" the tallest declared. Omi nodded, picking up his fork and digging into the pancakes.
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"What?! Closed?!" Indeed, the metal door was down, but the four killers sat in there anyway, laughing and sharing jokes with each other. "Open mine first Omitchi-" said Ken, holding out his present, when there was a knock on the metal sheet. Yohji lifted it up- "Sorry, we're- Oh." Manx walked in, holding a video tape. "Hello boys." "Awww, can't it wait? Today's Omi's birthday, he's finally 18!" "I'm sorry, but this has to be seen first." said Manx, waving the tape. A smile was on her face. They trudged reluctantly into the underground, and even Aya was a little hurt and upset that Persia chose this of all days to launch a new mission.
"Those of you Weiss. Today, as we all know, is a special birthday for someone." Omi's head, once forlorn, shot up and he watched the screen. "He has been waiting patiently, and the day is finally here. Happy 18th birthday Bombay. Your mission is to have fun and relax today. Partiers of the night, don't give him a hangover!" said Persia with a light chuckle. The mission tape ended, and Manx handed Omi a gift, bound neatly in white packaging, with a cross shaped charm on a thin chain attached to the ribbon. "Happy birthday, Bombay." Omi smiled widely, wider than he had all day, and hugged Manx tight. "Thank you so much, Manx! And tell Persia that too!"
"He knows Omi kun, he knows." She smiled, and walked upstairs, leaving the flower shop. Ken ruffled Omi's hair. "You know, Yohji won't be able to call you kid anymore."
"What are you talking about, Siberian? He'll always be a kid to me." Omi stuck his tongue out at Yohji, who then tossed him a soda. "Well, open your presents so we can hurry and have cake."
"Did you make that too, Aya?" said Omi, cracking open the can. Aya nodded, a small smile on his face. Omi picked up the first present, Ken's. "If it's a soccer ball we're all going to hit you, Ken." teased Yohji, remembering his own birthday a few years ago. "Ah, Yohji kun... it's kinda too square to be a soccer ball." Omi opened it, tearing off the wrapping that most likely Aya had to help him with (Ken was a mess with things like that) and cried out in excitement when he saw what it was. "The new Blanc Croix cd! Thank you so much Ken!" He pounced on the soccer freak, hugging him tightly around the neck. Ken hugged him back. "Happy birthday, Omi kun!" Next was Yohji's. It was a simple card, that read on the outside, "The answer is sex and money!" Omi stared at Yohji for a minute. "What. Open it, don't give me that look." Omi opened it, and the inside said, "The question was, what are two things you won't be getting?" Out fluttered a 50 dollar US bill, and there was a scrawled message from Yohji. -Okay... so you DID get money. But don't come to me for sex! Happy birthday, Omi kun! +heart+ Balinese- Omi laughed and hugged Yohji.
"Thank you Yohji kun!" "Happy birthday you little brat." Next was Aya's. It was fairly light, and it's size looked oddly familiar to Omi kun. Then he opened it. "That computer game I've been wanting! VICIOUS HOWL X! Aya- how did you know?"
"Hmm, maybe it was the whole 'Only 2 weeks, 4 days, 8 hours, 27 minutes, and 12 seconds until Vicious Howl X is released! Hey guys! Let's go into the computer store! They might have Vicious Howl X! Aww, come on Yohji kun, I only need 100 more yen to reach my goal of 6400 to get Vicious Howl X! Hey guys, can I rent Vicious Howl X at the vid-'" Ken covered Yohji's mouth with his hands. "Baka! Be nice to Omitchi!" Yohji smirked and licked at Ken's palm. "Eeeewwwww! Yohji kun you're gross! I have vague ideas where that things been, and it's not comforting!" cried the brunette, wiping his hand on Yohji's shirt. "Thank you Aya... " said Omi kun, hugging him. Aya put an arm around Omi, his eyes closed. "Happy birthday, Bombay."
"Now last, is Critiker." Omi flipped open the simple card on top after unhooking the necklace and putting it on. -Bombay. We know that along with the Balinese and Siberian on your side, you will be succesful in your mission of a happy birthday. From Critiker.- Signed below were the names Persia, Manx, and Birman. "That's considerate of them." said Ken with a smile. Omi opened it, and out fell a silvery fountain pen with the name Omi Tsukiyono and a drawing of a freesia engraved into it, along with a contemporary, sleek, also silver-"Diary?" Yohji snorted. "It's called a journal, Yohji kun!" Yohji smirked. "Omi, can I see that pen?" asked Aya. Omi handed it over reluctantly. "This looks like white gold. Very expensive. Very nice." He handed it back, and Omi ran his fingers over the same name that was engraved in the diary. Omi Tsukiyono. With a freesia underneath. He smiled and hugged it. "Now, Ran. I believe cake was involved in this deal?"