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Chapter One
The early morning sun shone bright on the streets of Tokyo, encouraging birds to twitter joyously, flap their wings and hop vigorously on the ledge of Kudou Youji's window. The honey blond head that protruded from the jade green quilt attempted to bury itself further within the dark warmth that was his super kingsize bed. succeeding, he re-welcome sleep. Until, that is, the wooden door to his sanctuary suffered the assault that was Hidaka Ken.
"Youji? ... Youji!" the chocolate haired youth yelled trough the wood, "get your ass outta that bed or so help me God you'll suffer! Your already an hour late for your shift!"
The disgruntled heap let out a sigh before the covers were pushed off. The blond rubbed his hand down his face and swung his long legs over the side of the bed. He sat there yawning and trying to gather his thoughts when the assault on his poor door and his poor eardrums began again.
"Youji! I'm warning you! Get up now!" The brunette had the patience of a puppy waiting for it's master to throw a ball.
A boot hitting the other side of the door was his reply and a muffled, "go away ... I'm up!"
"Good!" Ken answered, a satisfied look in his aqua eyes.
Stretching, he pulled himself from the bed and began to look for something to wear to the bathroom. He groaned looking at the door which now had a small dent to add to the few it already had. The other side of it had marks from where he'd tried to get the key in the lock while very drunk. He was gonna need a new one again soon, that is if he didn't break it down because he'd forgotten his keys after a night at a club or two. That happened a lot, too. What could he say, he was a social creature.
The flower shop was noisy as usual. Girls squealing and chattering loudly, the sound of the till being opened and closed, the yell of 'buy something or leave!' coming from a certain red head and a small seventeen year old blond giving irritated yelps every so often as yet again he fell victim to having his ass pinched.
Youji pushed his sun glasses off his emerald eyes and up onto his head. Downing the rest of his coffee he walked over to the hooks on the wall, grabbed his knee length apron and got to his favourite way of working. Sitting on a stool behind the till he began flashing his devilish grin at the female customers in the shop. Well, it was the easiest way to get them to buy something after all. The red head scowled in Youji's direction, his amethyst eyes narrowing in distaste. Fujimiya Aya hated it when Youji flirted. He hated it even more because he wasn't flirting with him but what else could he do.
/Marching over to Youji he yanked the giggling woman off him and passionately claimed his lips for his own.
"He's mine, you hear! Mine! You hag! Don't any of you come near my Yotan! Ever!" Aya yelled, grabbing Youji by the wrist and marching off, dragging a startled Youji with him.
"Aya?" he stammered, unable to comprehend what had just happened./
"Aya- Kun?" the young blond was calling him.
Aya blinked.
*A daydream? Of course! What else would it have been. I wouldn't do that in a million years, if at all* he thought bitterly.
"Aya?" the small blond said again, concern evident in his large cerulean orbs.
Aya looked up from the flowers he was arranging. Tsukiyono Omi was holding a slip of paper and a bunch of brightly coloured flowers.
"Can you turn this into a bouquet when your done with that one? The customer needs it for tomorrow," his head cocking to one side studying Aya for a response.
"Hn" was the only reply.
Aya took the flowers and the slip and placed them in the refrigerated section until he was ready to arrange them. He continued to scowl at Youji for the rest of his shift, not that it was difficult to do. Aya had a lot of things he could scowl at Youji about, looking too sexy, invading his concentration, invading his dreams, but wow they were some dreams.
/Youji leaned over him panting, moaning, thrusting, sweat dripping down his brow onto Aya's porcelain chest, his tongue making contact with his neck in the sweetest of ways as his cock... No! He wasn't going to think about that/
He berated himself. Thinking about the wavy, honey haired sex on legs for too long in that way always had a rather undesired affect on him. It made him very glad that he wore an apron while he worked. He glanced over in Youji's direction again. He was now whispering sweet nothings in a woman's ear as he accepted a small slip of paper. He winked and the giggling woman left, blowing him a kiss. Yes, he could scowl at Youji for a lot of things.
Lunch time rolled around and the brunette left with the promise of returning with coffee and doughnuts. He flung his apron in the general direction of the hooks and dashed out of the shop like a school kid that had escaped class before receiving his homework. Omi yelled after him about the state he'd left his apron in, then started pouting and huffing in annoyance when he was ignored. Aya hung up his own apron and made himself scarce. He was a solitary person by nature, keeping to himself when ever possible, unlike any of the others. Ken loved a laugh. Omi was so caring towards others, making sure everyone was ok before he even checked to make sure he was, and Youji, well, it was a miracle if Youji stayed out of someone else's underwear for a night let alone be called solitary.
The flower shop continued to bustle for the duration of the day with Ken and Aya returning in the evening to help close the shop and count the days takings. Omi mopped the floor, following Ken around as he watered the plants. Omi shook his head in wonder at how any of the plants managed to get any water at all. Aya counted the takings for the day and shut down the till making sure there was enough in it to be able to give change in the morning. Youji locked the door flipped the sign to closed and pulled the shutter down slowly. It reached his knees when a familiar voice caught his attention. Youji glanced down and saw a pair of heels and socks. He knew that pair of legs when he saw them.
"Evening boys, how's business?" the woman ducked under the shutter as Youji pulled it up to let her in.
"Hi Manx, beautiful as ever," Youji drawled lazily, flashing her a grin that oozed sex.
Aya scowled. Did Youji have to flirt with everything with an ability to fuck. Guess that meant he didn't think he couldn't fuck then. Aya's scowl deepened.
"Hey, Youji-kun, stop flirting with Manx!"
"Yeah, you're only wasting your time. Manx ain't ever gonna go out with a scumbag like you!" Ken added laughing, drawing a scowl from Youji and the muttered words of "asshole" before he sauntered towards the mission room.
The mission room was the secret lair of Weiss, their other job. The job that they had dirtied their souls doing. A job that would land them in jail before you could say guilty. That is, had it not been for the fact that their boss was the current police commissioner himself. Kritiker was an underground organisation designed to order hunters to rid Japan of beasts who didn't deserve to live. Beasts who couldn't be obtained and stopped under the law, beasts who sold organs of living people. Beasts who killed people for fun in games they called human chess or human hunting. Beasts that did things so unthinkable that you'd puke your guts just thinking about it. These hunters were called Weiss. The four men currently gathered in the basement staring at a screen taking orders from there boss, Persia.
"Weiss!" the shadowed figure with the disguised voice boomed.
*Why did they hide his identity from us?* thought Youji frowning, not paying attention at all, *I could find out who that old git is in a second ... that's if it wouldn't cost me my life!* he shrugged to himself and sighed still making little effort to pay attention.
Omi and Aya would go over it at least 6 times if they accepted this mission anyway. He sighed again, of course they would accept this mission. Since when did Aya turn down a mission. It meant money and these guys were well payed for this job and Aya was a sucker for money.
*Shame he's not a hooker* Youji thought smiling slightly, *Then again, I'd be broke. I wouldn't wanna share him either* again he sighed. He was beginning to make a habit of it.
The screen darkened and the lights came on pulling Youji from his dirty little daydream. Youji stared at Manx for a second.
*She is such a fox! Even if she has a crappy dress sense that clashes with her hair. Ah well, she'd look better naked anyway. And her red hair pales in comparison to his* he thought glancing at Aya.
"Well, Weiss. Do you accept?" the red head asked.
"Aa," came Aya's immediate response from the wall he was leaning on.
"I guess I'm in too, then," Ken said standing from his spot on the sofa.
"I'm in," Omi said from the other end of the sofa, an air of seriousness in his voice.
Everyone looked at Youji, who grumbled and then sighed.
"Well woop de fucking doo! Guess I get invited to the party!" He grumbled from the armchair he was sprawled across, his legs hanging off the side.
His remark rewarded him with a scowl from Omi this time and a very icy glare from Aya.
"Abyssinian, Bombay, Siberian and Balinese," she gave them their folders one by one, using their code names as she did so.
Youji sighed yet again and then asked, "why the hell were we given cat names for code names? I mean, come on, Omi and I sound like food, Ken sounds like a country and Aya is scowling at me so I'm not gonna risk having his katana shoved up my ass. As kinky as it sounds, me coming all over the ceiling wouldn't really appeal to you all now would it," Youji finished grinning devilishly.
Ken groaned, Omi blushed, Manx rolled her eyes and Aya wore an unreadable expression which may have been surprise mingled with a little of something else.
"Well, on that note, I'm taking my leave. I'll see myself out." she told them as she walked up the spiral metal stairs.
"You are disgusting! You know that, Youji, totally disgusting!" Ken complained leaving the room.
"That was very inappropriate, Youji-kun" the little blond added, "and poor Aya-Kun must be very embarrassed by all of this. Using his weapon as a sexual object. Very inappropriate indeed," he huffed.
Aya felt a surge of jealousy towards his katana. His eyes met with Youji's, *no* he thought *I want Youji inside me, not the other way around*
He looked away, busying himself with the folders trying not to blush at the thought.
"We should get to work," Omi injected, noting the look shared between Aya and Youji and wondering if after Youji's comment there was something between them.
"Aa," came Aya's reply.
Ken brightened the lights as he came back with some coffee.
"It's gonna be one of those long nights I gather, there's not much info to go on," Ken sighed handing out the steaming mugs.
"It's easy," Youji replied taking his coffee, "find the sicko and do him in."
"Wish it was that simple!" Ken groaned.
"You should be wishing there wasn't a sicko!" Omi scolded.
*Oh great! Here comes the lecture on humanity again* Youji thought. He caught Ken's eye. They were thinking the same thing. Mouthing along while Omi ranted, they tried not to laugh into the mugs.
End of chapter.
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