Title: What's in the House?
Contains: Humor, fluff n' stuff, oocness, slight yaoi implications
(nothing serious!)
Author: Katzchen ^o.o^
Notes: Ossu minna! This is only my real first Weiss Kreuzy type fan fic and...I'd love to get feedback and such. Onegai! I'm gonna separate it into chapters. It's up to my faithful readers and if I feel up to it if I will really turn this into a bit of yaoi goodness. ^_~
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Lightning flashed outside followed by an unruly crash of thunder. The steady beat of rain pounded upon the roof, drowning out the usual noises of the city during the nighttime hours. Not that many people would be out right now. Those who were would most likely be thoroughly drenched with umbrella turned inside out. Rain. And more rain. Unusually dark streets using gutters to pour water into the sewers.
The local flower shop was no exception. The usually lit computer screen was dark, followed similarly by the television, and any other electronic appliance in the district. Power outages are not always exciting.
"Strike." Muttered Ken, sitting on the couch staring off into space.
Yohji, who was lounging on the sofa, stirred from his daze. "Huh?"
Ken shrugged and continued staring off into one of the darker corners of the room. "I've heard that thunder is supposed to be when angels are bowling in heaven."
"I seriously doubt that, KenKen. Any angel would be smart enough to find something better to do on a Friday night. Like some angel bar or something." Yohji replied without hiding the obvious sarcastic note in his voice. "How long do you think the power is gonna stay out?"
Yohji's question was answered by a clap of thunder loud enough to shake the rooms that served as the four florist/assassins home inbetween mission, time spent in the Koneko no Sumu Ie, and for some that would include drinking, dates, soccer games, and hospital visits.
The playboy sighed. "And just where is Omi with the takeout? Do you think a sewer drain swallowed him or something?"
"I dunno, but get your foot of my thigh, Yohji! It's making my leg fall asleep!"
The flickering light of the candles reflected in Yohji's jade green eyes. "Who said that was my foot...KenKen?" The sexual innuendo was blatant and duly noted.
The soccer player's eyes went wide and he let out a tiny squeak as he threw himself from the couch. "Crap!"
A thump was heard through the darkness followed by a certain blonde's snickering.
"It was actually..." Yohji announced, with a dramatic pause. "my foot." The snickering continued as Yohji helped Ken up off of the floor.
Aya, who had stayed quiet while reading his newspaper during his teamate's exchange, finally spoke. "Tell me when the food is here." With the aforementioned few words, the violet-eyed red head left the room.
Mere minutes later, the ruler of all that is genki knocked on the door. Rather than knock, Omi actually hit his foot against the obstruction blocking his path.
"Food!" Yohji and Ken simultaniously yelped before charging towards the door. Lo and behold, behind door number one, a bag of take out food sat. Sat on what? Why upon a large box being carried by Omi, of course.
"I didn't think we ordered that much." Yohji said, taking the bag and allowing Omi to step in and out of the rain afterwards.
Omi set the box down and closed his umbrella. "It's not food, Yohji- kun. It's kittens!" A soft mewing was heard from the box confirming Omi's words. Gleefully, Omi opened the box to reveal exactly that. Four bundles of purr and fluff, also known as kittens.
"Where'd you get them?" Ken asked as he swooped down to pick up one of the tiny kittens that were attempting to climb out of the box.
"I found them in the alley way next to the sandwich shop. Someone must have left them there! I thought maybe we..." Omi trailed off with a hopeful note in his voice.
Yohji rubbed the head of one of the now purring kittens still in the ragedy rain-soakedd box. "Mr. I-have-a stick-up-my-ass isn't gonna like it." He warned.
This was true, and proved so as one angry Aya announced his presence.
"What's in the house?" 'Mr. I-have-a-stick-up-my-ass' demanded to know.
"There's kittens in the house!" Replied Omi while trying his best to look utterly cute by nuzzling a newly picked up kitten.
There was a simple moment of silence.
"Uhhh...that was kinda lame." Omi mumbled, blushing furiously.
Yohji raised an eyebrow. "Yes...yes it was."
Aya and Ken both nodded in agreement as they struggled to revocer from the not intended yet extremely lame joke.
"No." The expressionless Aya bluntly said.
Ken glared. "No one even asked you anything yet!"
"You want to keep them. No."
Omi sniffled, Ken glared, and Yohji held a smokey gray kiten up to Aya's face. The innocent ball of fuzz licked the nose in front of him with a rough, sandpaper tongue.
Deathly silence followed broken only by the constant sound of rain as three members of Weiß wondered if Aya was preparing to "get midevil on the cat's buttocks." (1)
"Only until we can find a new home for them." Not willing to let his teamates see the hint of a smile curling his lips, Aya left the room with his sandiwhc in hand.
Then....the lights came on.
Everyone looked around, except for Aya of course since he had already left the room.
Grinning the way that only Ken can, he laughed and craddled the kitten he was still snuggling with. "And then there was light."
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"I still don't know what to call him!" Ken whined. He was watching his newly claimed tabby cat play with a piece of lint. "What would someone usually name his cat?"
Omi giggled. "Fluffy?"
Ken blinked. "Why don't you name your 'lil precious' that? I do believe you refered to him as that earlier anyway?"
The bishounen in question blushed at being caught baby-talking his little kitty-kins. He coughed for a moment and smiled innocently. "I don't know what you are talking about...KenKen."
"Now don't you start calling me that!"
A lanky blonde strode into the room. "But KenKen! It fits you so well!" Yohji walked around the kitchen, grabbing a pack of his cigarrettes laying around the room. A small calico strode in similarly right behind him.
Omi poked Ken and pointed to the 'copycat' that was trailing Yohji. Ken laughed aloud. "Yotan, I do believe that you have a new fangirl."
Looking down, Yohji found the kitten looking at him in a scarily similar way. "And? Is that a problem? Who couldn't resist my charms anyway!" An idle hand reached down to pat the cats head. "She'll have plenty of little boy cats begging to go out with her once she learns from the great Kudou Yohji!"
Ken nudged Omi and leaned towards him. "I pity that little kitten, ne?"
Omi laughed and Yohji glared over the rim of his everpresent glasses. "Who asked you KenKen? You seem to be raising your kitten quite well. Any more hyper active and I wouldn't be able to tell the two of you apart."
The little kitten looked between the two arguing boys and suddenly meowed loudly before doing numerous cute things that only kittens are experts at. This includes washing their face, pouncing stuffs, and generally just being kawaii.
"Are you saying I'm adorable, Yotan?" Ken raised an eyebrow in a echoing fashion to Yohji's similar habit. "I'm truely flattered, but you'll have to go through her first." He grinned, pointing at the striped tabby already eyeing Yohji wearily.
"Oh, you'll make a pair. A tabby and a Siberian. The kittens will be whining, cowardly, overly-active, purring balls of hair." Yohji replied, trying to keep his air of nonchalance.
"Sibe-" Ken paused and suddenly stood up in an fit of inspiration. "That's it! Sibe! What a perfect name!" Withen moments he had scooped Sibe and craddled her lovingly.
"So...Omitchi..." Yohji rolled his eyes at Ken, making Omi giggle lightly. "What have your named your cat?"
"I'm not sure, Yohji-kun. I think I'll name him..."
"Bom." Ken interupted.
"Bom?" Omi looked to his teammate curiously.
"Hai. Bom. Why not? It's kawaii, and it fits. Look, he likes it too!" Ken pointed to the cat rubbing against Omi. "Anyway, it matches Sibe's name."
Yohji looked towards his own calico kitten who he had yet to name. "Lemme guess. Bali?"
Ken nodded.
"Fine, fine. We'll have to notify Aya that he's gonna have to name his Abyss, hm?"
None of the kitten owners said anything. How would they ever be able to convince Aya to name his kitten something? Did Aya even have want the little gray kitten they had pushed through his door?
Somehow, Aya always seemed to know when he was being called upon, since he appeared in the doorway with a sleeping cat perched upon his head. The glare from those violet-eyes dared for any of the others to make a comment. Picking up his cup of coffee and the newspaper, he strode out of the room as quickly as he had come in.
"That was...odd." Ken stuttered, watching the empty space where their 'leader' had once stood only minutes before.
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Thanks for reading! Feel free to review and...I'll get to work on another chapter. I kind of cut it off at a rather awkward place. Ja!!!!
Notes: Ossu minna! This is only my real first Weiss Kreuzy type fan fic and...I'd love to get feedback and such. Onegai! I'm gonna separate it into chapters. It's up to my faithful readers and if I feel up to it if I will really turn this into a bit of yaoi goodness. ^_~
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Lightning flashed outside followed by an unruly crash of thunder. The steady beat of rain pounded upon the roof, drowning out the usual noises of the city during the nighttime hours. Not that many people would be out right now. Those who were would most likely be thoroughly drenched with umbrella turned inside out. Rain. And more rain. Unusually dark streets using gutters to pour water into the sewers.
The local flower shop was no exception. The usually lit computer screen was dark, followed similarly by the television, and any other electronic appliance in the district. Power outages are not always exciting.
"Strike." Muttered Ken, sitting on the couch staring off into space.
Yohji, who was lounging on the sofa, stirred from his daze. "Huh?"
Ken shrugged and continued staring off into one of the darker corners of the room. "I've heard that thunder is supposed to be when angels are bowling in heaven."
"I seriously doubt that, KenKen. Any angel would be smart enough to find something better to do on a Friday night. Like some angel bar or something." Yohji replied without hiding the obvious sarcastic note in his voice. "How long do you think the power is gonna stay out?"
Yohji's question was answered by a clap of thunder loud enough to shake the rooms that served as the four florist/assassins home inbetween mission, time spent in the Koneko no Sumu Ie, and for some that would include drinking, dates, soccer games, and hospital visits.
The playboy sighed. "And just where is Omi with the takeout? Do you think a sewer drain swallowed him or something?"
"I dunno, but get your foot of my thigh, Yohji! It's making my leg fall asleep!"
The flickering light of the candles reflected in Yohji's jade green eyes. "Who said that was my foot...KenKen?" The sexual innuendo was blatant and duly noted.
The soccer player's eyes went wide and he let out a tiny squeak as he threw himself from the couch. "Crap!"
A thump was heard through the darkness followed by a certain blonde's snickering.
"It was actually..." Yohji announced, with a dramatic pause. "my foot." The snickering continued as Yohji helped Ken up off of the floor.
Aya, who had stayed quiet while reading his newspaper during his teamate's exchange, finally spoke. "Tell me when the food is here." With the aforementioned few words, the violet-eyed red head left the room.
Mere minutes later, the ruler of all that is genki knocked on the door. Rather than knock, Omi actually hit his foot against the obstruction blocking his path.
"Food!" Yohji and Ken simultaniously yelped before charging towards the door. Lo and behold, behind door number one, a bag of take out food sat. Sat on what? Why upon a large box being carried by Omi, of course.
"I didn't think we ordered that much." Yohji said, taking the bag and allowing Omi to step in and out of the rain afterwards.
Omi set the box down and closed his umbrella. "It's not food, Yohji- kun. It's kittens!" A soft mewing was heard from the box confirming Omi's words. Gleefully, Omi opened the box to reveal exactly that. Four bundles of purr and fluff, also known as kittens.
"Where'd you get them?" Ken asked as he swooped down to pick up one of the tiny kittens that were attempting to climb out of the box.
"I found them in the alley way next to the sandwich shop. Someone must have left them there! I thought maybe we..." Omi trailed off with a hopeful note in his voice.
Yohji rubbed the head of one of the now purring kittens still in the ragedy rain-soakedd box. "Mr. I-have-a stick-up-my-ass isn't gonna like it." He warned.
This was true, and proved so as one angry Aya announced his presence.
"What's in the house?" 'Mr. I-have-a-stick-up-my-ass' demanded to know.
"There's kittens in the house!" Replied Omi while trying his best to look utterly cute by nuzzling a newly picked up kitten.
There was a simple moment of silence.
"Uhhh...that was kinda lame." Omi mumbled, blushing furiously.
Yohji raised an eyebrow. "Yes...yes it was."
Aya and Ken both nodded in agreement as they struggled to revocer from the not intended yet extremely lame joke.
"No." The expressionless Aya bluntly said.
Ken glared. "No one even asked you anything yet!"
"You want to keep them. No."
Omi sniffled, Ken glared, and Yohji held a smokey gray kiten up to Aya's face. The innocent ball of fuzz licked the nose in front of him with a rough, sandpaper tongue.
Deathly silence followed broken only by the constant sound of rain as three members of Weiß wondered if Aya was preparing to "get midevil on the cat's buttocks." (1)
"Only until we can find a new home for them." Not willing to let his teamates see the hint of a smile curling his lips, Aya left the room with his sandiwhc in hand.
Then....the lights came on.
Everyone looked around, except for Aya of course since he had already left the room.
Grinning the way that only Ken can, he laughed and craddled the kitten he was still snuggling with. "And then there was light."
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"I still don't know what to call him!" Ken whined. He was watching his newly claimed tabby cat play with a piece of lint. "What would someone usually name his cat?"
Omi giggled. "Fluffy?"
Ken blinked. "Why don't you name your 'lil precious' that? I do believe you refered to him as that earlier anyway?"
The bishounen in question blushed at being caught baby-talking his little kitty-kins. He coughed for a moment and smiled innocently. "I don't know what you are talking about...KenKen."
"Now don't you start calling me that!"
A lanky blonde strode into the room. "But KenKen! It fits you so well!" Yohji walked around the kitchen, grabbing a pack of his cigarrettes laying around the room. A small calico strode in similarly right behind him.
Omi poked Ken and pointed to the 'copycat' that was trailing Yohji. Ken laughed aloud. "Yotan, I do believe that you have a new fangirl."
Looking down, Yohji found the kitten looking at him in a scarily similar way. "And? Is that a problem? Who couldn't resist my charms anyway!" An idle hand reached down to pat the cats head. "She'll have plenty of little boy cats begging to go out with her once she learns from the great Kudou Yohji!"
Ken nudged Omi and leaned towards him. "I pity that little kitten, ne?"
Omi laughed and Yohji glared over the rim of his everpresent glasses. "Who asked you KenKen? You seem to be raising your kitten quite well. Any more hyper active and I wouldn't be able to tell the two of you apart."
The little kitten looked between the two arguing boys and suddenly meowed loudly before doing numerous cute things that only kittens are experts at. This includes washing their face, pouncing stuffs, and generally just being kawaii.
"Are you saying I'm adorable, Yotan?" Ken raised an eyebrow in a echoing fashion to Yohji's similar habit. "I'm truely flattered, but you'll have to go through her first." He grinned, pointing at the striped tabby already eyeing Yohji wearily.
"Oh, you'll make a pair. A tabby and a Siberian. The kittens will be whining, cowardly, overly-active, purring balls of hair." Yohji replied, trying to keep his air of nonchalance.
"Sibe-" Ken paused and suddenly stood up in an fit of inspiration. "That's it! Sibe! What a perfect name!" Withen moments he had scooped Sibe and craddled her lovingly.
"So...Omitchi..." Yohji rolled his eyes at Ken, making Omi giggle lightly. "What have your named your cat?"
"I'm not sure, Yohji-kun. I think I'll name him..."
"Bom." Ken interupted.
"Bom?" Omi looked to his teammate curiously.
"Hai. Bom. Why not? It's kawaii, and it fits. Look, he likes it too!" Ken pointed to the cat rubbing against Omi. "Anyway, it matches Sibe's name."
Yohji looked towards his own calico kitten who he had yet to name. "Lemme guess. Bali?"
Ken nodded.
"Fine, fine. We'll have to notify Aya that he's gonna have to name his Abyss, hm?"
None of the kitten owners said anything. How would they ever be able to convince Aya to name his kitten something? Did Aya even have want the little gray kitten they had pushed through his door?
Somehow, Aya always seemed to know when he was being called upon, since he appeared in the doorway with a sleeping cat perched upon his head. The glare from those violet-eyes dared for any of the others to make a comment. Picking up his cup of coffee and the newspaper, he strode out of the room as quickly as he had come in.
"That was...odd." Ken stuttered, watching the empty space where their 'leader' had once stood only minutes before.
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Thanks for reading! Feel free to review and...I'll get to work on another chapter. I kind of cut it off at a rather awkward place. Ja!!!!