FIVE DAYS TO SMILE
Disclaimer: okay, I don't own the anime but I'm just doing this for trips. I have obviously TOOOOOOOOOOO much time on my hands. (Shakes head in dismay) anyway, I don't own Weiss nor collect money from it. So don't sue please? ^_^;
Rating: R
Warning: Contains yaoi and shounen-ai plus foul language. So if you hate, abhor and/or loathe m/m relationship, and don't like cursing,. sorry to say, this fanfiction ain't for you. Please don't read. Thanks. =)
//.// - Thoughts. Whether it is Aya's or Schuldich's.
~.~-Flashback
===============================================
"Konichiwa Aya-kun!" Omi chirped happily as the said redhead walked through the doors of the Koneko No Sumu Ie after finishing his deliveries for the day. He only gave a nod as a responsive indication of the greeting. Just then both Yoji and Ken entered through the back door of the shop holding each a pot in hand and setting it aside in the corner. Yoji straightened his back and turned to Aya.
"Good! You're back! We thought you wouldn't reach in time for the after school rush. God knows that those girls would spend hours staying in the flower shop contented in nothing more than ogling at us till it grew late and we needed to close up. But then again, I don't blame them." He said with a fling of his hand at his long bangs. "Nobody can ever resist the 'YOJI CHARM'". Aya, as usual, just ignored the lanky chestnut haired man and proceeded to watering the plants, that of course, after giving him the glare-o-death.
"C'mon Yoji." Ken interceded.
"Aya isn't like you to show up late whenever there's a crowd." This was said with a smirk. As Yoji was to open his mouth to retort the statement that Ken had given him, the wind chime on the front door jiggled making all four boys look at the threshold were an emotion nothing short of intensity.
A cold gust of wind blew past them as they anticipated the coming of danger, each of them afraid to make any sudden move as if it would disturb the equilibrium of the shop. Then came Ken's voice, unsure and questioning.
"You think.. You think they're all absent today?" he managed to say aloud. Omi shook his head while Yoji cursed incoherently. As they dismissed the thought, and started going about the shop's business, Aya still stood staring at the door, his abnormal sixth sense telling him likewise. He softly whispered the word:
"No."
"What was that Aya?" Omi asked tentatively. Apparently the only one who heard it since he was standing nearest to Aya at the time. Suddenly, a loud rumble was heard from outside and the floor began to tremble. The metallic stainless steel door quickly swung open inviting horde after horde of screaming ecstatic women into the shop, startling the boys, each receiving their cluster of the female gender.
Yoji did his daily custom of entertaining the ladies with his smooth talk from behind the counter, Omi was chatting with a few friends while tending to a few flowers and Ken was having not much luck his as they kept shoving and pushing trying to get close with the soccer-fanatic thus making him drop a lot of things in the process.
Aya's however were just contented to watch the redhead continue his chore of watering the plants as before. For some unexplainable reason, he was not up to his usual behavior of demanding that the ladies left when the refuse to purchase anything from the shop.
//Maybe you're loosening up// came an anonymous voice. His head shot up in search for the origin of the sound. After being contented that it was just his imagination, he resumed his work.
--
It was closing time and slowly the number of girls depleted.
Ken had to run off to coach the kids in their soccer match an hour ago followed by Omi who needed to hit the textbooks for school tomorrow.
Yoji on the other hand left to get ready for his date tonight, leaving Aya alone to fix up in the shop. He didn't mind though. He finally got his peace and quiet even if it was for a short time.
He was still recovering from their previous mission, which had simply left him badly bruised. He had too many to count but he was sure of one injury that hurt the most. It was just above his right shoulder because he swung his katana the wrong way to defend an attack from behind. It hurts when applied too much pressure, but he was all right in other cases. He just hoped that Persia would not give them a mission in the meantime. He might not be able to handle his sword with ease.
He continued sweeping the floor with his back facing the door when he heard the wind chime that hung from the doorframe ring. He turned around to inform to the customer that they were closed when his sentence was abruptly cut short when he saw who was standing in front of him.
"YOU." The redhead's voice filled with pure poison, amethyst eyes narrowing in anger. "No wonder I was hearing someone poking around."
//Honestly, is that how you treat all your customers?// his nasal tone still audible even through telepathy. A sly smile plastered on his face. "You're no customer." Aya retorted.
He eyed Aya as he shifted his gaze from one part of the room to the other. He gave a sigh as he said: "If you're looking for the rest of Schwartz, their not here."
"Why not?" Aya said, trying to keep his cool while he stared straight at the other redhead in front of him. "I came at my own will because I wanted to see you kitten."
"Get out before I kick that sick sorry German ass out for you." He growled. He knew Schuldich was lying to him. Though some unknown part of him wished it were true. He quickly dismissed that idea before Schuldich had a chance to read him. He'd almost forgotten that he could read minds.
Schuldich shook his head and laughed while he treaded nearer the Weiss assassin rather than away, as if he read the katana wielder well. Aya considered backing away but that would only show weakness, so he just stayed put. As the German came close to a few feet apart he swung the broom he was holding towards him, like he would with his katana.
Of course with the foreigner quicker, stronger and more agile than all the Weiss boys combined, was able to dodge the blow towards his head and yank the broom from the florist with ease, causing Aya to stumble forward and lean on his chest for support.
In one hand, Schuldich held the broom, right side up now, and Aya with his head still resting his head in the other. The younger man, realizing that he was in the hands of his enemy, quickly pushed away and refused to look at the German. His shoulder hurt more now than it did a few nights on his past mission. So much that it started to bleed.
He placed his left hand to assess the damage and found it to be a bloody mess. The redhead cursed nonchalantly and retrieved a first aid kit from behind the counter then seated himself on one of the seats at the Koneko.
Placing the kit on the table. He disregarded the older redhead as he began to open the antiseptic.
Schuldich walked towards the Weiss kitten and grabbed the bottle of medicine from Aya, who was stunned at his enemy's actions.
"Here, let me." He said while he grabbed a chair and seated in front of Aya. "Oh, I see. You're going let me bleed to death, aren't you. How very original." The sarcasm in his voice was evident. Green eyes narrowed tremendously at the statement but he gave no reply other than, "Turn the other way and take off your shirt."
The sword master was about to protest at the idea of discarding his clothing in front of him but looked away and complied. He took off his black shirt exposing his pale skin to Schuldich. Who, in turn started to dab the medicine gingerly over the wound. Aya tried not to wince in pain but Schuldich must have somehow felt his discomfort, lightly running a hand above the wound. Taking the pain away. Silence soon enveloped them.
"I'm sorry." Came the German's voice, finally breaking the silence after he cleanly bandaged the wound. Aya had mouthed something incoherent, but the older redhead knew it was something close to a 'thank you'. Schuldich stood up and closed the kit, which he soon returned to the counter top and sat in the chair that faced Aya. Leaning on one hand that rested on top of the table, he eyed the Weiss boy with interest. Both sat in silence, none wanting to start a sentence. When an idea sparked in the German.
"You don't smile a lot do you?"
"What?" Aya asked, his attention finally drawn to the German.
"You don't smile." He repeated himself suavely.
"Yeah, well what's that to you?" agitation returning.
"Why don't we make a bet?" Schuldich chuckled at Aya's defensive tone. "Bet?" He echoed as the Schwartz member nodded.
"On what terms?" he asked, interested. Schuldich knew the redhead would never decline a challenge. Just like he himself could never resist one.
"I bet that I can make you smile, a genuine one, within five days." His signature smirk sprawled on his lips. "If I'm able to succeed, you and I go out on a date.together." He held back the urge to laugh as he saw Aya's shocked expression. "If you win, I'll leave you alone, for good. But that won't happen now will it?"
"As if." Aya said with a grunt.
//Hey, it's all right if you're afraid to lose you know.//
"I am not." The katana master said in his own defense.
"Then prove you're not."
"Fine. But you have to agree to my terms too." He said after a moment's silence.
"Which are?" Schuldich asked in anticipation.
"You can't use telepathy to find out what I the things are that make me crack a smile. And you will by no means attack me during our bet for your twisted Schwartz purposes."
"Why not," he leaned closer to Aya so as their noses almost touched. "I LOVE a challenge."
They shook hands to show their acceptance of the bet.
//Five days. you haven't got a chance// Aya thought as he resumed his cleaning of the shop and Schuldich left.
//We shall see kitten, we shall see// was his reply.
--
"So, let me get this straight Manx." Yoji's voice asked questioningly. "Persia, who I might add was the reason that my hot date was cancelled tonight, would like us to go in this mission because we have to retrieve a disc from Schwartz." Manx only nodded in response.
"The disc contains the data to create one of the most powerful nuclear missiles on the face of this planet, and Kritiker needs it. Correct?" Omi voiced out. Manx nodded again.
"And the only way to do so is to agree to the deal Kritiker made with Esset." It was Aya's turn to talk.
Another nod.
"But how do we know if they'll keep their part of the bargain?" Ken interceded.
"This is exactly why only three of you are to go on the mission in Switzerland. One of you is going to stay here, in Japan, to make sure that they do hold their end." Manx pointed out.
"You mean one of us will be the unlucky guy to go mano-a-mano with one of them during the mission?" Yoji said with a chuckle.
"Well, I'm not going to do it." He added before any one else did. The room was quickly filled with protest from each of the boys not wanting to be the single solder while the rest get to go to Switzerland. The noise slowly died down when they realized that Manx was staring at them, waiting for them to calm down.
"We've already decided who will stay." She said.
"Abyssinian." Manx called Aya's attention. "You will stay here because you have not yet fully recovered from your previous mission." He nodded, and cursed under his breath. "Bombay, Siberian and Balinese, you have five days to complete the mission." She continued, turning to the peeved redhead. "You stay here to ensure that they hold their end. Collect the disc before the five days are up. Clear?" Aya only nodded.
"Do you know which member of Schwartz will be staying with Aya?" Omi asked, obviously concerned with Aya's safety in the next five days. Silence filled the room as Manx spoke to the now placid crowd.
"Mastermind."
Sigh.got it done. been plotting this for so long but never got the chance to write.anyway, I'm kind of new in the business, so feel free to comment on it. Be it good or bad. I need the constructive criticism. Thank you. =)
-Gunning Angel-
Disclaimer: okay, I don't own the anime but I'm just doing this for trips. I have obviously TOOOOOOOOOOO much time on my hands. (Shakes head in dismay) anyway, I don't own Weiss nor collect money from it. So don't sue please? ^_^;
Rating: R
Warning: Contains yaoi and shounen-ai plus foul language. So if you hate, abhor and/or loathe m/m relationship, and don't like cursing,. sorry to say, this fanfiction ain't for you. Please don't read. Thanks. =)
//.// - Thoughts. Whether it is Aya's or Schuldich's.
~.~-Flashback
===============================================
"Konichiwa Aya-kun!" Omi chirped happily as the said redhead walked through the doors of the Koneko No Sumu Ie after finishing his deliveries for the day. He only gave a nod as a responsive indication of the greeting. Just then both Yoji and Ken entered through the back door of the shop holding each a pot in hand and setting it aside in the corner. Yoji straightened his back and turned to Aya.
"Good! You're back! We thought you wouldn't reach in time for the after school rush. God knows that those girls would spend hours staying in the flower shop contented in nothing more than ogling at us till it grew late and we needed to close up. But then again, I don't blame them." He said with a fling of his hand at his long bangs. "Nobody can ever resist the 'YOJI CHARM'". Aya, as usual, just ignored the lanky chestnut haired man and proceeded to watering the plants, that of course, after giving him the glare-o-death.
"C'mon Yoji." Ken interceded.
"Aya isn't like you to show up late whenever there's a crowd." This was said with a smirk. As Yoji was to open his mouth to retort the statement that Ken had given him, the wind chime on the front door jiggled making all four boys look at the threshold were an emotion nothing short of intensity.
A cold gust of wind blew past them as they anticipated the coming of danger, each of them afraid to make any sudden move as if it would disturb the equilibrium of the shop. Then came Ken's voice, unsure and questioning.
"You think.. You think they're all absent today?" he managed to say aloud. Omi shook his head while Yoji cursed incoherently. As they dismissed the thought, and started going about the shop's business, Aya still stood staring at the door, his abnormal sixth sense telling him likewise. He softly whispered the word:
"No."
"What was that Aya?" Omi asked tentatively. Apparently the only one who heard it since he was standing nearest to Aya at the time. Suddenly, a loud rumble was heard from outside and the floor began to tremble. The metallic stainless steel door quickly swung open inviting horde after horde of screaming ecstatic women into the shop, startling the boys, each receiving their cluster of the female gender.
Yoji did his daily custom of entertaining the ladies with his smooth talk from behind the counter, Omi was chatting with a few friends while tending to a few flowers and Ken was having not much luck his as they kept shoving and pushing trying to get close with the soccer-fanatic thus making him drop a lot of things in the process.
Aya's however were just contented to watch the redhead continue his chore of watering the plants as before. For some unexplainable reason, he was not up to his usual behavior of demanding that the ladies left when the refuse to purchase anything from the shop.
//Maybe you're loosening up// came an anonymous voice. His head shot up in search for the origin of the sound. After being contented that it was just his imagination, he resumed his work.
--
It was closing time and slowly the number of girls depleted.
Ken had to run off to coach the kids in their soccer match an hour ago followed by Omi who needed to hit the textbooks for school tomorrow.
Yoji on the other hand left to get ready for his date tonight, leaving Aya alone to fix up in the shop. He didn't mind though. He finally got his peace and quiet even if it was for a short time.
He was still recovering from their previous mission, which had simply left him badly bruised. He had too many to count but he was sure of one injury that hurt the most. It was just above his right shoulder because he swung his katana the wrong way to defend an attack from behind. It hurts when applied too much pressure, but he was all right in other cases. He just hoped that Persia would not give them a mission in the meantime. He might not be able to handle his sword with ease.
He continued sweeping the floor with his back facing the door when he heard the wind chime that hung from the doorframe ring. He turned around to inform to the customer that they were closed when his sentence was abruptly cut short when he saw who was standing in front of him.
"YOU." The redhead's voice filled with pure poison, amethyst eyes narrowing in anger. "No wonder I was hearing someone poking around."
//Honestly, is that how you treat all your customers?// his nasal tone still audible even through telepathy. A sly smile plastered on his face. "You're no customer." Aya retorted.
He eyed Aya as he shifted his gaze from one part of the room to the other. He gave a sigh as he said: "If you're looking for the rest of Schwartz, their not here."
"Why not?" Aya said, trying to keep his cool while he stared straight at the other redhead in front of him. "I came at my own will because I wanted to see you kitten."
"Get out before I kick that sick sorry German ass out for you." He growled. He knew Schuldich was lying to him. Though some unknown part of him wished it were true. He quickly dismissed that idea before Schuldich had a chance to read him. He'd almost forgotten that he could read minds.
Schuldich shook his head and laughed while he treaded nearer the Weiss assassin rather than away, as if he read the katana wielder well. Aya considered backing away but that would only show weakness, so he just stayed put. As the German came close to a few feet apart he swung the broom he was holding towards him, like he would with his katana.
Of course with the foreigner quicker, stronger and more agile than all the Weiss boys combined, was able to dodge the blow towards his head and yank the broom from the florist with ease, causing Aya to stumble forward and lean on his chest for support.
In one hand, Schuldich held the broom, right side up now, and Aya with his head still resting his head in the other. The younger man, realizing that he was in the hands of his enemy, quickly pushed away and refused to look at the German. His shoulder hurt more now than it did a few nights on his past mission. So much that it started to bleed.
He placed his left hand to assess the damage and found it to be a bloody mess. The redhead cursed nonchalantly and retrieved a first aid kit from behind the counter then seated himself on one of the seats at the Koneko.
Placing the kit on the table. He disregarded the older redhead as he began to open the antiseptic.
Schuldich walked towards the Weiss kitten and grabbed the bottle of medicine from Aya, who was stunned at his enemy's actions.
"Here, let me." He said while he grabbed a chair and seated in front of Aya. "Oh, I see. You're going let me bleed to death, aren't you. How very original." The sarcasm in his voice was evident. Green eyes narrowed tremendously at the statement but he gave no reply other than, "Turn the other way and take off your shirt."
The sword master was about to protest at the idea of discarding his clothing in front of him but looked away and complied. He took off his black shirt exposing his pale skin to Schuldich. Who, in turn started to dab the medicine gingerly over the wound. Aya tried not to wince in pain but Schuldich must have somehow felt his discomfort, lightly running a hand above the wound. Taking the pain away. Silence soon enveloped them.
"I'm sorry." Came the German's voice, finally breaking the silence after he cleanly bandaged the wound. Aya had mouthed something incoherent, but the older redhead knew it was something close to a 'thank you'. Schuldich stood up and closed the kit, which he soon returned to the counter top and sat in the chair that faced Aya. Leaning on one hand that rested on top of the table, he eyed the Weiss boy with interest. Both sat in silence, none wanting to start a sentence. When an idea sparked in the German.
"You don't smile a lot do you?"
"What?" Aya asked, his attention finally drawn to the German.
"You don't smile." He repeated himself suavely.
"Yeah, well what's that to you?" agitation returning.
"Why don't we make a bet?" Schuldich chuckled at Aya's defensive tone. "Bet?" He echoed as the Schwartz member nodded.
"On what terms?" he asked, interested. Schuldich knew the redhead would never decline a challenge. Just like he himself could never resist one.
"I bet that I can make you smile, a genuine one, within five days." His signature smirk sprawled on his lips. "If I'm able to succeed, you and I go out on a date.together." He held back the urge to laugh as he saw Aya's shocked expression. "If you win, I'll leave you alone, for good. But that won't happen now will it?"
"As if." Aya said with a grunt.
//Hey, it's all right if you're afraid to lose you know.//
"I am not." The katana master said in his own defense.
"Then prove you're not."
"Fine. But you have to agree to my terms too." He said after a moment's silence.
"Which are?" Schuldich asked in anticipation.
"You can't use telepathy to find out what I the things are that make me crack a smile. And you will by no means attack me during our bet for your twisted Schwartz purposes."
"Why not," he leaned closer to Aya so as their noses almost touched. "I LOVE a challenge."
They shook hands to show their acceptance of the bet.
//Five days. you haven't got a chance// Aya thought as he resumed his cleaning of the shop and Schuldich left.
//We shall see kitten, we shall see// was his reply.
--
"So, let me get this straight Manx." Yoji's voice asked questioningly. "Persia, who I might add was the reason that my hot date was cancelled tonight, would like us to go in this mission because we have to retrieve a disc from Schwartz." Manx only nodded in response.
"The disc contains the data to create one of the most powerful nuclear missiles on the face of this planet, and Kritiker needs it. Correct?" Omi voiced out. Manx nodded again.
"And the only way to do so is to agree to the deal Kritiker made with Esset." It was Aya's turn to talk.
Another nod.
"But how do we know if they'll keep their part of the bargain?" Ken interceded.
"This is exactly why only three of you are to go on the mission in Switzerland. One of you is going to stay here, in Japan, to make sure that they do hold their end." Manx pointed out.
"You mean one of us will be the unlucky guy to go mano-a-mano with one of them during the mission?" Yoji said with a chuckle.
"Well, I'm not going to do it." He added before any one else did. The room was quickly filled with protest from each of the boys not wanting to be the single solder while the rest get to go to Switzerland. The noise slowly died down when they realized that Manx was staring at them, waiting for them to calm down.
"We've already decided who will stay." She said.
"Abyssinian." Manx called Aya's attention. "You will stay here because you have not yet fully recovered from your previous mission." He nodded, and cursed under his breath. "Bombay, Siberian and Balinese, you have five days to complete the mission." She continued, turning to the peeved redhead. "You stay here to ensure that they hold their end. Collect the disc before the five days are up. Clear?" Aya only nodded.
"Do you know which member of Schwartz will be staying with Aya?" Omi asked, obviously concerned with Aya's safety in the next five days. Silence filled the room as Manx spoke to the now placid crowd.
"Mastermind."
Sigh.got it done. been plotting this for so long but never got the chance to write.anyway, I'm kind of new in the business, so feel free to comment on it. Be it good or bad. I need the constructive criticism. Thank you. =)
-Gunning Angel-