Love Picked Petals

Sesshy's Mistress

Summary: Each flower held it's own meaning, just like the men they represented. A Side Series of one-shots to my story, Disturbia. WK/SM

Disclaimer: I do not own either series or the characters therein, just the crazy ideas…

Note: I will be doing Yohji first, then Schuldig. Sorry, Yami Nocturna, but Aya will be a tricky person to portray, so I'm going to take my time on him. No worries though, I'll make it extra good just for you!

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Astilbe: Worldly Pleasures

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No. Their way was not normal or conventional in any sense, but it worked.

Both had lost someone dear to them.

Both had their own secrets.

Both had pasts that haunted them to know end.

Both had problems that their friends would not understand.

Both had needs that required fulfilling.

And both felt utterly alone and misunderstood in the world so full of life and love.

They were the odd ones out. They were a part of something that no one must know about. They fought for the happiness of others while sacrificing their own. They knew no other life but this one. They were sick of it.

Still, they were tied to their own destinies. Destiny, however, never expected for them to meet.

It wasn't love. No, it was merely an understanding between two people.

They had met at local club. At the time, it had just opened. He had come to drown himself in an alcohol induced haze, hoping to forget Asuka and the blood that stained his hands.

She had come to forget everything:

Past.

Present.

Future.

Since Mamoru's death, all meaning had disappeared. Her past was just that, the past. The present was dull and lonely, and there was no future. Crystal Tokyo would never come to be. Chibi-Usa would never be born. Nothing would be the same. So, she had come to forget and lose herself in the beat of the music.

The girls were out doing their own thing. They had no need to babysit her any more. Why protect the key to a future that will never exist in the first place? That was just it, you don't.

At first, neither paid attention to the other. He sat a few seats away, leaning against the counter nursing a drink in his hand. She had just only managed to push her way through the thick sea of sweating bodies and to the bar. Her small feet had been slid into a pair of stiletto heels, making it harder for her to walk without tripping; however, she managed to get to the bar safely.

She'd never been so thankful to take a seat until then. She had ordered a tall Black Russian. She needed something strong, and she could vaguely remember Haruka bragging about her favorite drinks a while back. Usagi had brought up her curiosity concerning what drinks were what. Haruka had only been too happy to assist her up until the point of Michiru banning her to the couch for a week. Something about teaching the Princess about inappropriate things that could lead up to a dangerous and disastrous situation. Usagi eventually tuned it out and left before things got worse.

The drink was not what Usagi had expected it to be, not at all. She had never been one for alcohol; however, this was by far the worse experience ever.

"Too much for you, sweet heart?" A silky smooth voice had questioned her. Usagi swallowed the vile liquid while trying not to choke on it, if that was possible. The drink was strong, overwhelmingly so. Still, she spared the man a glance.

The first thing she noticed was his eyes. They were filled with a teasing glint, but she saw past that. She saw the hurt, pain, betrayal, and loneliness that was too familiar. For some reason, she could live with that.

Slowly, she sent him an unsure smile and waved towards the seat next to her, "I believe you're right." She gave a soft laugh as she swirled the drink around. Her eyes moved from the drink back to his eyes, staring into them and wondering if he could see past her façade. At his astonished look, she figured so. He accepted the seat after another moment or two.

"So, do you have any suggestions?" Usagi questioned him after taking another agonizing sip from her glass. He chuckled and took the drink away from her before waving the bartender over.

"You look like a girl who enjoys her sweets," he stated while ordering her a Strawberry Daiquiri for starters. She accepted the drink with a smile and took a long sip from it. The taste of strawberries was strong, but so was the Rum.

"Yohji." That one word was enough.

"Usagi." She returned.

"Bunny? It suits you," his dark eyes watched as she continued to enjoy her drink. From first glance, he knew she wasn't his usual type, but something about her drew him to her. It wasn't until she looked him in the eye did he understand. They were both here for the same reasons.

"Why would you say that?" Usagi questioned while pushing the now empty glass away from her. The bartender easily scooped it up on his way down the bar and towards another customer. Yohji could only blink in surprise. The glass had been rather large and she had finished it in no time.

"Rabbits are notorious for getting into trouble," Yohji shrugged after a moment. "Considering you just drank down that Daiquiri like it was a Slurpee, I have no doubt where you'll end up if you're not careful."

"Where did you have in mind?" Yohji shook his head as his thoughts started to jump ahead of him.

"Probably not anywhere you'd enjoy if you were in your right mind," He shrugged and waved the bartender over again. He ordered another round for Usagi and himself. The drinks came and they went. Another round was ordered, followed by another as the two talked and danced around the edge of the truth.

Behind them, the crowd grew and thinned out. The music blared and the temperature fluctuated. Still, the two of them had found themselves lost in their own little world. A world where, for the night, they weren't alone, someone understood, someone else fought, someone else was lost and alone.

Eventually, the bartender cut them off and they were forced to find something else to do. Yohji, who had practice handling his drinks, had an easier time than Usagi. She never could hold her liquor.

It was just after midnight, still too early to call it a night. So, the two decided to do some dancing and, maybe, make their way to another club or bar. If that didn't work, Yohji always had his private stash back at his place.

For the moment, however, the two allowed their bodies to move freely amongst the mass of other beings. Usagi had abandoned her heels at the bar, knowing it was pointless to try to walk in them now. Instead, her short frame stood barefoot as she started to grind her body to the beat.

Yohji's strong arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her body back against his strong and muscular chest. Compared to him, she was tiny and he felt it as he held her. She seemed so fragile, mentally and physically, that he almost reconsidered his decision for the night; however, when she started to dance and work her body, the truth came out.

He could feel the muscles working beneath the smooth, pale skin. She wasn't as weak as she seemed. Her motions were smooth. Her body knew what it wanted and how to get it. As another song came along, Yohji spun her around, pulling her body flush against his and enjoying the blush that the move caused.

Usagi's small hands clutched at his silk shirt as she tried to stay balanced. Her sudden spin caused her legs to shake and her vision to go blurry. She blinked away the haze and starred up at Yohji. Her breath hitched at the intensity in those eyes. They reminded her of the only time she and…and…she couldn't bare to think of him. Not now. Not when she was finally forgetting. So, she pushed him from her thoughts and concentrated on here. Now. And Yohji.

Her resolve was absolute then, and Yohji saw it. His decision was made as well. Without another word, Yohji led her outside and to his awaiting car. As soon as they reached it, he threw her up against it, pressing his body firmly against hers, and smothered her lips with his own. She didn't respond at first, but it only took a few seconds before she was wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

One of Yohji's hands slid up her back and to the back of her neck. His fingers easily slid through her hair, gripping it and pulling it back so that her head was angled better. His other hand slid down her waist, squeezing her ass as he reached it.

Usagi's hands were another matter entirely. One was at his waist, pulling his silk shirt from his pants and allowing her hand to feel the muscles of his abdomen. The feel of her soft skin against his sent a tremble through his body. Need flared inside them both.

Yohji's other hand moved to her ass as well, pulling her up so he could reach her better. Usagi complied beautifully by wrapping her lean legs tightly around his waist, pressing herself exactly where he wanted. Her hands moved to his hair, pulling it free of it's tie so that all of his blonde hair was free for her to grip.

Usagi could scarcely control the moan that slipped past her lips when Yohji's warm mouth slid to her neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the pale flesh. An ache started to form at the pit of her stomach, demanding to be filled. Usagi wiggled her hips lightly, hoping to ease her body back down, but it merely made Yohji push her further against the car. The feel of the hard metal pressing into her back made the situation all too clear and brought her back to reality.

"Yohji!" Usagi gasped as his teeth bit into the curve of her neck, sucking and nibbling the skin between his teeth until she was sure it would leave a mark. Another wave of fire engulfed her, but she fought it. They were not doing this here, in a parking lot, next to a busy street, against a cold and very hard car where someone could easily watch and enjoy the show.

No.

No.

No.

NO!

Yohji groaned as Usagi's small fist grabbed and jerked his head back until his neck popped lightly from the strain. She had made her point, and he liked how rough she went about doing it. Reluctantly, he released her and opened the door for her. Once she was inside, he jumped into the driver's side and floored it.

They only made one stop, the grocery store. There he picked up some more alcohol before driving straight to his favorite hotel and room. As soon as the door was secure, Yohji led Usagi straight to the bed, depositing her there and the purchases from the store on the nightstand.

Neither of them wasted any time as they both shed the others clothes. By the time the sun rose, both had only recently had their feel and allowed sleep to over take them. Their clothes lay scattered throughout the room along with two dirty cups and three empty bottles of the strong liquor.

As the sun's rays landed upon the bed, Usagi's body stirred. She wasn't sure where she was at first, but, after looking around, the memories quickly came back. Embarrassment was the foremost emotion that she felt along with disgust. How could she use someone like that? She tried not to think about how he had done the same. Instead, she picked up her clothes, quickly redressed, and slipped from the room soundlessly.

It would be another couple hours and a call later before Yohji would awaken to an empty and cold bed. All traces of Usagi were gone and he was surprised at how different it felt to be the one left behind. Usually it was he who got up and left before the other one.

"Hello?"

"Yohji, where are you? You were supposed to open this morning!" Ken's angry voice growled through the other end of the line; it didn't help Yohji's hangover in the slightest. With a sigh, Yohji hung up on the still ranting Ken and got dressed.

He had to admit, it was fun. Too bad she had to disappear so quickly.

In the end, it wouldn't have made a difference.

So, Yohji left and went back to work.

Usagi went back to her friends.

Both decided to forget, never expecting to see the other again.

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6 Months Later

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Yohji sighed from his position behind the counter. Today had been any other day, but for some reason, Yohji just didn't feel like being his usual playboy self. His fellow florists by day and team mates by night were unsure as to how to take this new Yohji.

Omi had been worried, of course.

Ken was unsure.

Aya, well… Aya will always be Aya.

The girls? They was another story. They were worried about him, questioning him on whether or not he was sick. Some demanded he go to the hospital, others volunteered to nurse him back to health.

Of course, Omi, Ken, and Aya had assumed that it was due to their most recent mission; it was there that Yohji had been forced to kill the girl he had made himself believe was Asuka. They were partly right. That mission and her had opened old wounds. Painful wounds.

"If you're not buying anything, get out!" Aya demanded as per her usual routine. Some of the new girls quickly left out of fright for the demanding and angry red head. The usuals, however, stayed and pretended to browse.

"Take it easy on them, Aya," Ken whispered towards the red head, but he went unheard. Another part of the daily routine for Aya. Yohji found it all to be boring and pointless.

A chime sounded through the store, announcing another customer. Yohji's eyes flickered towards it out of sheer boredom. He noticed a group of women, four maybe five, had entered the shop. They were all beautiful in their own right, but Yohji still didn't feel like playing the part of Japan's #1 playboy.

Usagi sighed as she stood behind her friends; it had been a fight to get into the building, but Minako insisted that they come to this exact shop. Why? Usagi had no idea. All she wanted was to buy some flowers for her mother's birthday. She could have easily done that at the flower shop not four miles from her house, but nope. Minako demanded she go to this one. So had Makoto and Rei for that matter. Ami, same old Ami, merely followed along.

Of course, when Usagi caught wind of the words "Cute", "Boys", and "Single", she knew why. Still, she hadn't been paying attention until she was actually in the store. Usagi moved towards a section of seasonal flowers. A few caught her interest, but none of them really seemed to stand out. Moving on, Usagi found herself standing in front of a wall with glass cases. The glass was cool to the touch, making sure the flowers stayed fresher, longer. Inside were several varieties of flowers that had already been picked and made into beautiful bouquets.

Usagi walked along until she came to one assortment that was perfect. The main flowers were pink carnations, a sign of maternal love; it was the perfect flower! Mixed in with them were baby's breath, a few sprigs of lavender, and few white roses. Normally, Usagi would not think to mix the three different varieties, but the florists had made it into a beautifully soft assortment.

Her hands easily opened and plucked the vase full of flowers from it's shelf. The clear crystal vase had a soft white ribbon with pink trim wrapped around it that created a beautiful bow; it complimented the flowers perfectly. Usagi quickly made her way to the counter, being sure to watch her footing in the mass of female bodies filling the place.

"Excuse me. Pardon me. I'm sorry," Usagi mumbled as she made her way to her destination. She carefully placed the gift upon the counter and reached for her money inside her small purse.

"I'd like to purchase these please," Usagi spoke as she dug through her cluttered filled purse. Yohji pulled his attention up from the doodle he was drawing and to the woman who seemed to be having problems finding her wallet. He noticed her blonde hair first and a wave of recognition washed over him. He just couldn't fully place it just yet.

As soon as she looked up, however. "Usagi?"

"Yohji?"

"Usagi-chan, who's your friend?" Makoto questioned as she stood next to the blonde. Usagi blushed and looked towards her tall friend.

"We met at a club a while back," Usagi chuckled lightly. "I had no idea he worked here though. You're a florist?"

"Yes, I am," Yohji chuckled and sent a nod towards the brunette in greeting. Usagi hadn't changed, or so it seemed. It was obvious to him that she hadn't informed her friends of their meeting.

"I never would have guessed," Usagi sent him a friendly smile, but he still saw through it. He doubted there would ever be a time when he couldn't. She was easy to read, at least for him. "How have you been?" He didn't miss the double meaning. Seemed like he wasn't the only one with a keen eye.

"Been better. You?"

"Can't complain."

Yohji nodded in understanding. She wasn't about to let her friends know how she really felt. He couldn't and wouldn't blame her. He was the same way up until recently.

"How much do I owe you?" Usagi questioned while pulling out some money. Yohji rang up her purchase and gave her a discount, much to her chagrin. He ignored her insistence at charging her full price. Instead, he took her money and then handed her back her change.

"Would you like these delivered?"

"No, but thank you," Usagi said with a soft smile before picking up her purchase. "I hope to see you around sometime, Yohji-san."

Yohji smiled and nodded, "Maybe you will." He waved goodbye to her and her friends as they quickly made their leave.

"Yohji, who was she?" Omi questioned while bringing up someone else's purchase to be rang up.

"Probably just another girl whose heart he broke," Ken answered Omi after just catching himself from falling and breaking another vase.

"Not quite," Yohji mumbled and continued his work. "Not quite."

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He'd been waiting an hour before catching sight of her. She'd just made it through the door when her gaze landed on his. Both smiled and made their way to the bar; it was going to be an all too familiar routine for them.

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Well, how did you like the Yohji/Usagi pairing? Hm? Hm? Hm?

I'm not quite sure who I will pair her with in my story, Disturbia. So, I decided to please everyone and do a group of one-shots featuring all the guys from Weiss Kreuz. Yes, this is going to include Schwartz!

I love Schuldig!

I also love Aya!

The next chapter will be Schuldig. Omi will probably follow, and then maybe Nagi or Farfello. I think I'll save either Crawford or Aya for last. They are very tricky subjects to write about.

Tell me what you think. I'd love to know if I totally fucked up with Yohji or not. I've watched the series (which I think is way too short mind you), but I'm still not sure I "hit the nail on the head" or not.

Anywho, see you next time which shouldn't be long. I know where I'm going with Schuldig, I just have to type it up. I'm pretty sure about Omi too. Nagi…eh, iffy. Farfello…iffy too.

Have any ideas? I'd love to hear them and I will give credit where credit is due, no worries.

RxR

Sesshy