A/N: No, I don't own Weiss Kreuz. I wish I did, though. It'd make me happy. But I don't own it. So don't sue me. I'm saving up for a Gamecube. I need the money.

Angel's Pain
Written by Sakki-san

Anything you haven't heard of belongs to me. Like the pen.

Anything you HAVE heard of, doesn't. Like Ken.

            So I work at a flower shop. So what? Don't tease me. I used to be a J-Leaguer! I was the best player. Until I got kicked out. Kase's fault. I think. God, I still can't stand that I had to kill him. Why couldn't it have been anybody but him?!

            Stop wallowing in memories. It's not your place.

            Besides, there's people coming in. And they're asking for information. Everybody else is busy. That means I get to explain everything.

            "Excuse me…what's your prettiest flower?"

            Nice. Ask my opinion, why don't you…

            "Our roses are nice." The girl wrinkles her nose.

            "Too expensive."

            "Ehn…lilies are nice, and they smell good." Omi nods approvingly. He likes all the flowers, but I guess he thought my choice was good. The girl looks at the lilies, which I have pointed out, and touches the glass case gingerly.

            "Mmmm….I like these….I'll take a bouquet." I open the case and start pulling out the flowers, one by one, and arrange them neatly. Wrap them in tissue paper, tie them with a ribbon, hand them to the girl, yadda yadda yadda. Normally, the people in here don't buy flowers, they're just in here to bask in the Sunlight of the Flower Shop Guys. I wonder how Aya stands it, with all these girls around. He's the most emotionless of us all…

            Something hits my arm. I turn to see what. Omi's holding a pen, and he's poking my arm with it.

            "Stop."

            "I'm bored. There's nobody buying flowers."

            "Someone just bought some." Yohji walks in, coffee in hand.

            "What's new, Omi? Ken?" He doesn't address Aya. Aya's outside, moving flowers for a new display. Most of the girls are hanging around outside to look at Aya.

            "Nothing. I wish something would happen." Omi flips the pen up in the air, and Yohji catches it.

            "Be careful what you wish for." He flips the top off the pen, which clatters to the floor, and scribbles on a piece of paper in front of Omi. "You just might get it." Omi tries to grab the pen, but Yohji's too tall.

            Secretly, I agree with Omi. I want something to happen. We haven't had any new missions for awhile, and we're all getting restless. Schwartz hasn't shown up for some time, no subtle hints, nothing. That's kind of a good thing; Farfarello always gave me the creeps.

            Yohji hands me his coffee in order to properly fend of Omi, who wants the pen back. It's a sudden movement, and a little flies from the mug onto my hand. It's hot. I hiss and pull the burning hand to my mouth, inhaling the taste of burning coffee and flowers. I plant my tongue firmly over the burning part of my skin, and it cools. But the coffee leaves a dirty taste in my mouth when I pull my hand away. I wipe my hand on my pants and grip the coffee mug again. It's warm, and I'm cold.

            "My pen!"
            "Mine!" Aya comes back in, sees Omi trying to reach the pen Yohji's holding just out of his reach, and sighs. He gives me a look that says, 'Why didn't you stop this?' I just shrug and look into the coffee. My face looks back at me, same hair, same eyes. If I had been wearing my goggles, they would have been reflected in there, too; but that's my assassin gear. No goggles during the day.

            As Aya passes Yohji and Omi, he plucks the pen from Yohji's hand and flips it into the back of my head. I think it was a miss (he was probably aiming for Omi), but it hurt nonetheless. I swear quietly and rub the back of my head.

            "Nice aiming, Aya." He says nothing, as usual, and just goes back to watering the flowers.

            "Yeah, NIIICE aiming." Yohji grins and leans against the desk. He reaches for the coffee and pulls it from my hands without warning. More coffee spills onto my hands and burns. I put my other hand, my right hand, which the coffee spilled on, up to my mouth and try to stop the burning.

            "Thanks a lot, Yohji," I snap through my hand. The coffee still tastes nasty, like something raw and old and metal. I blink.

            Metal?

            I look at my hand, wondering if maybe I'm bleeding. Blood tastes like metal sometimes. No, my hand is fine, just a little wet from where I had my tongue. The coffee is gone.

            "Ken?" Omi pokes my arm. I wipe my hand on my shirt and look at him.

            "What?"

            "…nothing." He turns back to keep writing and finds the pen gone again. Yohji's got it. A small fight erupts, and several girls flee the store. I snicker. Nice going, Yohji, Omi. You just got rid of possible customers. More like possible worshipers. We seem to have a lot of those here in the flower shop.

            Aya comes back in from the backroom, holding two small Styrofoam cups. He walks by the fight and hands one to me. I take it, nodding my thanks, and sip whatever clear liquid is inside. Water. Lovely. Doesn't that man drink anything else? Soda once in a while would be nice…I guess we're out.

            As I sip the water, Aya looks outside. Most of the girls are heading home, and the sun is starting to set. Time to close up. He looks over at me, at my cup, which is half full, and then at the fight. Yes, Omi and Yohji are still fighting. Yohji has Omi in a headlock, and Omi's reaching for the pen. Still.

            I get Aya's message and dump the remaining water from my cup onto Yohji and Omi's heads. They sputter and drop each other, falling to the floor.

            "Ken!!" Omi stutters indignantly. "That was mean!"

            "Blame Aya," I say, smirking, and toss the cup onto Yohji's head. He glares and tries to trip me on my way out. I step over his foot, dodge his arm, and head out the back door to my room. They get to close up tonight; I made the most sales today.

            In my room, I ponder taking a shower. I took one last night. Is it ok to take one now?

            Yes…I fling my clothes onto my bed and head into my bathroom. I flip on the shower and hope it warms up fast; I'm freezing. It's late autumn, and this place isn't very well heated.

            I step into the shower fast and shut the door. It's nice, to be in the tiny shower, with warm water running down you. I grab the soap and a washcloth and clean myself from top to toe. Then I wash my hair.

            While the soap runs out of my hair and off my back, I shut my eyes and lock my hands behind my neck. It's relaxing here. Just being in the shower, alone, with the warm water and soap and feeling clean…

            I flick off the water after about five minutes and step out. It's freezing! I grab a towel and dry myself off as fast as I can. I wrap the towel around my waist and grab for my t-shirt and pants, what I usually wear to bed. Two seconds and they're on, I'm lying in bed, reaching for the sheets. I shut the light off when I came out of the bathroom. Before I can reach the sheets, though, I glance at my window. The curtains are halfway shut. I get up and close them, just to keep in all the heat I can.

            I crawl back into bed and cover myself with the sheets. I shut my eyes slowly, and fall asleep quickly.