As Told By Aya-----Diary Entry One [[The Flower Shop]]
Disclaimer: I do not own Aya Fujimiya, otherwise known as Ran, nor the rest of Weiss Kreuz. They belong that to the lead singer of the actual band Weiss Kreuz, whose name I have currently forgotten. I cannot sing, nor would you want me to. So that person is not me. Honestly, people.
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Dear Diary,
Ugghh, that sounds awful. Like something Omi would say, no offense to the kid. How about:
Dear Journal,
That's even worse. Too much like Aya-chan. It won't do at all. Let me think….
Dear Book that I am writing in to express my feelings,
Much better. Now, moving on to the actual content.
Such bliss this current peace is. Ken's out teaching his bunch of midgets how to play soccer, Yohji's gone on a date with another prostitute, and Omi's at school. No one here but me and the flowers in this flower shop. At least until school's out, that is. Then It comes. Or rather They.
Stupid God-forsaken school girls. Don't they have SATs to be studying for? Apparently not, since they come here every single afternoon. Ken, Omi, and Yohji had better come soon. I will not deal with these… things… without backup.
Wait a minute, is that a fan girl headed for the shop? School's not suppose to be finished for at least an hour. God, there's more! No!! Go way!! Holy s***, I forgot today's holiday schedule! Now they're multiplying!! Maybe I can hide behind this plant in time. Just three more steps and I-
Too late.
I immediately find myself very absorbed and interested in a water lily, and start giving it extreme amounts of water. It's a water lily. It'll live.
Dear lord, there's a lot of pink in this room. A lot of fuzz as well. What do girls see in those pointless objects? I remember Aya-chan showing me her pink teddy bear once. It was gigantic! The hair was everywhere! Besides, who makes pink teddy bears!?! Aren't they suppose to be brown? Stick with tradition, people.
The pink is increasing. I'm getting blinded. Weiss, where are you? This is Abyssinian calling in with an urgent signal for help. Requesting backup stat!
Some girl with long blonde hair is coming towards me. They all are, actually, but this one's moving ahead of the herd. Closer, closer… I need a getaway plan. If I can just sneak down to the basement I may have a chance. Not possible, since about a dozen girls are blocking it. There's always the front door. Or the bathroom. They wouldn't follow me to the bathroom, would they? Better not risk it.
I turn. Some girl is clinging onto my arm and smiling at me. No use, girl. Save it for Yohji. Her face is coming closer. Jeez, don't these females have any respect for a guy's personal space? Look's like the answer is no. More girls are approaching. And more pink. Have I told you how much I hate pink? What an appalling color. Red always suited me more. Better yet, black. Yes. Anything but that bright pink.
Another girl is clutching my other arm, nearly dragging me down. I give them my famous icy glare, but it seems to encourage them more. A huge urge is coming over me, making me want to grab the nearest cacti and scream, "I've got a cactus and I'm not afraid to use it!"
Yohji would laugh his pants off. He does it anyway, every night. What is so great about sleeping with thousands of women each week? Is the man not aware of AIDS? At any time or day, he could get the disease and die. However, no such luck yet.
Perhaps having Ken here would be a better idea. On second thought, no, that wouldn't. Having Ken might actually be more dangerous than the fan girls. Just last week he knocked an entire shelf full of roses on me. Did I mention those roses had thorns? Many thorns, that is. More thorns than petals, in fact. Anyway, the idiotic bloke was carrying a huge load of basket of laundry downstairs. So huge, it reached past his head and blocked his vision. Ken + Blocked Vision = Much Pain On My Part. So he was taking them downstairs to the washing machine when he tripped on one of Yohji's cigarette cases. Damn that useless chain smoker! One day he'd better get lung cancer for my troubles. Serves him right. As I was saying, Ken fell backwards, and his thick head banged on the shelf full of roses, which toppled backwards itself. Luckily, I was quick and did not actually get hit by the shelf. However, the roses were flying everywhere, and before I knew it, guess who had thorns stuck in their butt!
It had not been a pleasant experience. Worst of all, the other threesome cracked up as soon as they saw my state. Aya Fujimiya, assassin and florist, with thorns practically on every inch of his body. Do the words, "Medical Attention" ring a bell? I could've died then. I think I partially did, or was that just passing out?
God, more females approaching. And more. And still more. Do teenage girls multiply or something?
Thank the lord, the rest of Weiss are coming in. Finally. My enclosed space has stopped being so enclosed. Oh wait, the blonde is coming back. Headed towards me and….turned to the right! I live once more. I think that's all the girls coming in today. No, one is getting closer to the door. Another one also getting closer to the door. A little too close. Time to back away now. No, don't go in. No. NO. NO!
Ahem. It appears my hands are going to be full for quite a while now. I shall write more when the time comes.
Yours Truly,
Aya
Disclaimer: I do not own Aya Fujimiya, otherwise known as Ran, nor the rest of Weiss Kreuz. They belong that to the lead singer of the actual band Weiss Kreuz, whose name I have currently forgotten. I cannot sing, nor would you want me to. So that person is not me. Honestly, people.
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Dear Diary,
Ugghh, that sounds awful. Like something Omi would say, no offense to the kid. How about:
Dear Journal,
That's even worse. Too much like Aya-chan. It won't do at all. Let me think….
Dear Book that I am writing in to express my feelings,
Much better. Now, moving on to the actual content.
Such bliss this current peace is. Ken's out teaching his bunch of midgets how to play soccer, Yohji's gone on a date with another prostitute, and Omi's at school. No one here but me and the flowers in this flower shop. At least until school's out, that is. Then It comes. Or rather They.
Stupid God-forsaken school girls. Don't they have SATs to be studying for? Apparently not, since they come here every single afternoon. Ken, Omi, and Yohji had better come soon. I will not deal with these… things… without backup.
Wait a minute, is that a fan girl headed for the shop? School's not suppose to be finished for at least an hour. God, there's more! No!! Go way!! Holy s***, I forgot today's holiday schedule! Now they're multiplying!! Maybe I can hide behind this plant in time. Just three more steps and I-
Too late.
I immediately find myself very absorbed and interested in a water lily, and start giving it extreme amounts of water. It's a water lily. It'll live.
Dear lord, there's a lot of pink in this room. A lot of fuzz as well. What do girls see in those pointless objects? I remember Aya-chan showing me her pink teddy bear once. It was gigantic! The hair was everywhere! Besides, who makes pink teddy bears!?! Aren't they suppose to be brown? Stick with tradition, people.
The pink is increasing. I'm getting blinded. Weiss, where are you? This is Abyssinian calling in with an urgent signal for help. Requesting backup stat!
Some girl with long blonde hair is coming towards me. They all are, actually, but this one's moving ahead of the herd. Closer, closer… I need a getaway plan. If I can just sneak down to the basement I may have a chance. Not possible, since about a dozen girls are blocking it. There's always the front door. Or the bathroom. They wouldn't follow me to the bathroom, would they? Better not risk it.
I turn. Some girl is clinging onto my arm and smiling at me. No use, girl. Save it for Yohji. Her face is coming closer. Jeez, don't these females have any respect for a guy's personal space? Look's like the answer is no. More girls are approaching. And more pink. Have I told you how much I hate pink? What an appalling color. Red always suited me more. Better yet, black. Yes. Anything but that bright pink.
Another girl is clutching my other arm, nearly dragging me down. I give them my famous icy glare, but it seems to encourage them more. A huge urge is coming over me, making me want to grab the nearest cacti and scream, "I've got a cactus and I'm not afraid to use it!"
Yohji would laugh his pants off. He does it anyway, every night. What is so great about sleeping with thousands of women each week? Is the man not aware of AIDS? At any time or day, he could get the disease and die. However, no such luck yet.
Perhaps having Ken here would be a better idea. On second thought, no, that wouldn't. Having Ken might actually be more dangerous than the fan girls. Just last week he knocked an entire shelf full of roses on me. Did I mention those roses had thorns? Many thorns, that is. More thorns than petals, in fact. Anyway, the idiotic bloke was carrying a huge load of basket of laundry downstairs. So huge, it reached past his head and blocked his vision. Ken + Blocked Vision = Much Pain On My Part. So he was taking them downstairs to the washing machine when he tripped on one of Yohji's cigarette cases. Damn that useless chain smoker! One day he'd better get lung cancer for my troubles. Serves him right. As I was saying, Ken fell backwards, and his thick head banged on the shelf full of roses, which toppled backwards itself. Luckily, I was quick and did not actually get hit by the shelf. However, the roses were flying everywhere, and before I knew it, guess who had thorns stuck in their butt!
It had not been a pleasant experience. Worst of all, the other threesome cracked up as soon as they saw my state. Aya Fujimiya, assassin and florist, with thorns practically on every inch of his body. Do the words, "Medical Attention" ring a bell? I could've died then. I think I partially did, or was that just passing out?
God, more females approaching. And more. And still more. Do teenage girls multiply or something?
Thank the lord, the rest of Weiss are coming in. Finally. My enclosed space has stopped being so enclosed. Oh wait, the blonde is coming back. Headed towards me and….turned to the right! I live once more. I think that's all the girls coming in today. No, one is getting closer to the door. Another one also getting closer to the door. A little too close. Time to back away now. No, don't go in. No. NO. NO!
Ahem. It appears my hands are going to be full for quite a while now. I shall write more when the time comes.
Yours Truly,
Aya