Nihongo? Iie? Kuso...

AN: Just for those of us who think that nobody knows more about Weiss than them, I know that it's set in Tokyo. But I wondered what it would be like to put them in America for a few weeks... I really don't know much about Weiss since I've only seen the first five episodes, so if you have a tantalising piece of info to share where I've gone wrong then please do. One more point, I am a Brit by breeding, so maybe I'm not the best person to be writing a fic about the Japanese in America, but that's why my spelling my look odd to some of you! Anyway! Enjoy! R+R kudasai! Domo!

"How... how can you come back to life? Twice?"
"I don't like Hell."
- Kase and Ken - Weiss Kreuz - Episode 4

Chapter 1

"Omi?"
Glancing up from the monitor briefly, Omi grunted to indicate his attention.
Ken sighed at the younger boy before continuing. "You okay?"
Omi nodded slightly, his keen gaze on the computer screen.
"School okay?"
"Hai..." [Yes...]
"Omi?" uttered Ken with with a sharp gaze.
Omi looked up, confused. "Huh?"
"English please?"
"Doushite?" [Why?] murmured Omi stubbornly.
"Why?" mimicked Ken. "Because you're learning it at school. You need the practise."
"Demo, Ken-kun..." [But Ken...]
Ken frowned. "Hai, Omi-kun?" [Yes, Omi?]
"Fine," grumbled Omi. "I shall exercise my perfect English skills." After allowing Ken to know he'd achieved his victory, Omi continued clacking away at the keyboard. He could feel Ken watching him as the typed, but he didn't care. He hated the whole schooling system here; it was nothing like in Japan. Grades? You know? What on earth? K-12 education? Huh? There was no way this could be so complicated. But it was.
Omi wouldn't mind, except that he was usually top of his class. His computing class anyway. But they had American keyboards. Who designed those? With the change of keyboard, the Japanese boy's typing speed had dropped dramatically, confusing teachers who had seen his previous grades. Although Omi's typing speed was picking up, it was nothing like what it had once been.
And English... Omi's spoken English was fairly good; it had to be with all the talking he had to do in school. However, his written English left a lot to be desired. And it was assumed that, if Omi could speak the language, he could write it just as well.
Pitching forward suddenly, Omi gripped the back of his head as a soccer ball came flying into it. His forehead glanced off the monitor, and the seventeen-year-old sat, slightly dazed, looking for the source of the attack.
Ken, picked up the ball guiltily. "Gomen ne Omi-kun..." [Sorry Omi...]
Omi smiled at Ken's apology, still rubbing at his head, which was more painful than it should have been. Omi knew why, but he wasn't telling. "Be more careful?"
Ken nodded and, holding the ball under an arm loosely, peered over Omi's shoulder. "What're you doing?"
Omi sighed, fighting off irritation that came with lack of sleep. "Homework."
"What homework are you doing?"
"Hard homework."
Ken frowned to himself. "English again huh?"
Nodding, Omi rubbed his eyes and covered a huge yawn, scratching his bangs under his cap absently while staring at the screen.
"Shouldn't you be getting some rest?" With almost brotherly care, Ken pulled Omi's cap off his head. "You look beat..."
Again, the seventeen-year-old nodded. "Yeah, I feel beat too..."
"So go to bed," murmured Ken, gesturing slightly towards the four beds in the room, two unoccupied for several nights. Ken wondered about Omi's too. "Not too far to walk, I'll guess five paces at most."
At Ken's words, Omi stopped typing and looked up. "No matter how tired I feel Ken, I have to do the work here. If I don't do it now, I'm going to fail in school."
The words were drawn out with such certainty that Ken blinked and mentally took a pace backwards. He glanced at the screen behind Omi, who was by now obviously irritated.
What he saw Omi typing amazed him. Shakespeare? Who was dumb enough to give a kid who was only just learning to grasp English and entire essay on English literature to do? And just from looking at it, Ken could see numerous grammatical errors in the poor boy's work.
Forcibly, Ken twirled the chair Omi sat on to face him. "You are going to bed. Now."
Omi looked up in surprise. "Huh?"
"You are going to go to bed right now and get a decent night's sleep. When did you fall asleep last night? Or the night before that?"
Blearily, Omi blinked. "Twelve o'clock... One maybe?"
"Try later than that," muttered Ken, shaking his head.
"Three?"
"I woke up at four this morning and you were still sitting here." Ken paused dramatically before continuing. "I woke up again at five and you were still sitting here. I think you were asleep by then though, the typing had stopped..."
He looked down at Omi, and Omi looked up at him.
"This has got to stop..."
Omi nodded, his eyelids having drooped throughout Ken's speech. He then realised that he was falling asleep and shook himself awake before looking up again.
Ken pointed. "Bed, now."
Omi simply blinked through his bangs.
Ken sighed. "Shindai Omi-kun..." [Bed Omi...]
Understanding his native word for bed more than any foreign one at present, Omi nodded slowly and rose from the chair at which he sat, and stumbled wearily towards his bed. Not even bothering to get changed, Omi fell into bed and lay there.
Ken, shaking his head, followed Omi and coaxed him under his covers before the young boy lost consciousness completely and then went to sit on his own bed awaiting the return of the remaining members of Weiss and any news they might bring of the reason they were here.