I do not own Weiss but I DO own Morgan and other made up chars that may make an apperance. So Koyasu-san don't sue me ;_;
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"I wonder what Birman has to tell us that's so important," Omi wondered aloud as he led the way down the steps into the Weiß meeting room.
"I don't know, but I guess we'll find out," Ken replied following behind the younger boy and very nearly plopping down on the large couch in front of the television. As all the boys took their places around the room Birman spoke up.
"Boys, I'm guessing you're wondering why I called you down here."
"That's the idea," Yoji said lighting a cigarette.
"Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" a soft, quiet voice said in accentless Japanese. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows next to Birman. The figure had on a pair of jeans that could have easily fit two Omi's and a Ken in them and a black hooded sweatshirt with white lettering in English on it. The hood was pulled down over the figure's face making it impossible to see who they were.
"Who..." Yoji said, and all the Weiß boys stood up.
"This is Morgan," Birman stated, "Morgan has come from America to join our little team here."
"A new member? From America?" Ken said eyeing the tall figure.
"I don't trust a person who doesn't show their face," Aya stated bluntly, still sitting.
Taking the hint, the figure of Morgan reached up and pulled back the hood. The face that was reviled made all the boys gasp, even Aya. Not only was Morgan a girl, but she was also exceptionally beautiful. She had long curly hair a few shades darker than Yoji's that was pulled back into a sloppy pony tail with her bangs hanging in front of her face. Her eyes were large and dark and also had skin that made Aya look tan. She was about the height of Ken if not a bit taller and had a shining silver ring on each of her slender fingers. The ring that fascinated them the most was the one on her left-hand pointer. It was silver like the rest but covered her entire finger and came to a wicked looking point at the tip. Her eyes darted back and forth examining all her future teammates. Her body stance said she was calm, but her eyes said she was scared out of her mind. Omi was, apparently, the only one who noticed, or the only one who said something. He walked up to her and outstretched his hand.
"Hi. I'm Omi, nice to meet you."
Morgan looked at his hand for a few seconds, looked at Omi, and hesitantly shook his hand.
"Hi," She said quietly.
Finally Aya stood up, "You want to put a girl in Weiß? A female assassin?"
"Well why not?" Yoji asked puffing on his cigarette, "Schreient was a female assassin group. I think it's a damn good idea." Yoji looked over at Morgan and winked, making her look down and blush slightly.
"So, how old are you?" Omi asked in hopes of making her feel more comfortable. He failed.
"Uh...I'll be 18 in August," she said in her plain Japanese.
It was only March.
Yoji started choking on his cigarette smoke. "17?! She's only 17?! Birman! She's as old as Omi, slightly younger actually!"
Morgan looked down, obviously embarrassed and lightly chewed on her bottom lip.
"So? 17 or not she'll make a great aspect to Weiß. We may even finally be able to defeat Schwartz," Birman said in her matter-of-fact manner.
"How so?" Ken asked looking back and forth between Birman and Morgan.
"Morgan will let you know in her own time," Birman said placing an arm around the young girl's shoulder, "but right now we need to make her an official member and get her, her own room upstairs."
Everyone looked over at Yoji, realizing that he was still coughing from choking on his own cigarette smoke a few moments ago.
"Yoji-kun, are you ok?" Omi asked, his blue eyes widening in worry.
Yoji just nodded and continued to cough.
"Told you smoking's bad for you..." Morgan said quietly.
Omi looked over at Morgan and laughed softly.
"Come on, let's go find you a room," he said starting up the stairs. Morgan looked back over at the rest of Weiß who were all looking at her. Yoji still trying to suppress his coughs, Ken smirking at her, obviously hearing her cheeky comment about Yoji, and Aya just staring at her with his blank violet eyes. She turned and went up the stairs after Omi. When she was upstairs out of hearing distance Birman tossed a prescription bottle at Aya.
"These are hers. Make sure she takes them at least once a day."
"What are they for?" Yoji asked when it was apparent no one else would.
"To keep her from killing herself," With that, Birman left the 3 boys with odd looks on their faces.
Morgan had successfully been initiated into Weiß and had to work in Koneko no Sumu along with the boys. Hundreds of fan-girls gathered around her asking her if she was a girlfriend of one of the guys or a relative. They would swarm around her, shooting out a thousand questions an second; most of what was said was hard for her to understand or was just completely lost in the sea of rambling school girls. Finally, after what seamed like forever, Ken came into the store and told her, her shift was over and to please inform Aya it was his shift now. She nodded at Ken saying thank you with her eyes as she bounded up the stairs.
-God,- Yoji thought as he watched the 17 year old girl practically run up the stairs, -it's too bad she's underage. I wouldn't mind getting some of that.- As soon as Yoji finished his thought, Morgan slowed her pace up the stairs, looked over her shoulder at him, blushed lightly and ran the rest of the way up the steps.
-Did she...how...what?- Yoji though, confused, -Could she've some how heard that?- he shrugged it off.
-She probably just felt me looking at her or something.-
When Morgan got up to the main apartment, she found Aya sitting on the plush sofa watching TV. She sat down in a chair catty cornered to the sofa, glanced at the TV, then at Aya.
"Aya," Morgan said quietly making the older man look up at her blankly, "Ken said it was time for your shift." Aya gazed at her for a few seconds, nodded and got up, heading down the steps.
-Why won't he talk to me?- Morgan wondered as she watched Aya go down into the shop. She shrugged and looked over at the TV. Giving up at all hope of being able to follow what the woman on the screen was saying and went to her new room. The walls were a bare white and all the furniture she had was a queen sized bed against the back wall, a dresser with a mirror, a rice paper screen that was decorated in the traditional Japanese landscape art, next to her closet (Manx had given it to her the day before) and a computer desk with a computer hooked up to the internet. Morgan was glad that she had internet access, even though, she realized, she couldn't talk to any of her friends in America. It would have been too easy for her to slip up and ruin everything. Her eyes watered at the thought of never being able to see any of the people she loved ever again. With tears running down her face she remembered how her family, boy friend and closest friends were murdered before her eyes. Morgan opened up the suitcase she had been living out of for the passed day and pulled out a picture of her and her boyfriend. They were laughing and goofing off at the campground they used to go to every summer. That picture was all that she had left of him and she missed him so much it hurt.
Swallowing her sobs and wiping the tears from her face, Morgan decided that, if this place was going to be her home from now on she might as well unpack. She set the picture down on her bed and pulled out all her clothes, putting them in their proper places in the closet or dresser. Putting her cosmetics and hairbrush on top of the dresser, Morgan looked at herself in the mirror.
"Ah crap," Morgan groaned under her breath. Hey eyes were all red and puffy from crying and her hair was a mess. Morgan cupped a hand and poured some water from her water bottle into it. She then proceeded to do a cursory job of washing off her face, wiping it with the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt, and applying a light amount of powdered cover-up to hide the fact she had ever been crying. She then pulled her hair out of her ponytail and brushed it, letting it flow free around her pale face. Morgan turned to leave but noticed she had left the picture on her bed. She walked to it, picked it up, stuck it in the corner of the mirror, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Yoji leaned back in his chair at the table and lit up a cigarette, "That was great Omi. You need to cook more often."
"Oi, Yoji, you know I only cooked this meal to welcome Morgan-san, though it is a few days late...but better late then never, ne, Morgan-san?" Omi looked over at the tall American girl who was sitting diagonal to him and noticed she had barley touched any of her food.
"Are you ok Morgan-san? Was the food not to your liking?" Omi asked looking slightly concerned for their new teammate.
"Huh? Oh, no, it was great Omi. I just don't really eat a lot," She said quietly looking up slightly.
"Oh. Ok then," Omi responded. -She acts a lot like Aya-kun. Quiet and withdrawn- Omi thought as he looked at the slightly younger girl.
"So," Yoji said leaning back in his chair a bit more, "Tell us a bit about yourself Morgan."
As all eyes turned to her, Morgan set down her fork and put her hands in her lap so no one could see she was fidgeting.
"There isn't much to tell," she practically whispered.
"Well," Ken spoke up, "then tell us what your interests are, what you like, what brought you here to Weiss."
Morgan sighed and whispered something in English, "Ok...well, I'm into computers. My life used to revolve around my computer. It was where most of my friends were. I also like literature a lot. I had always planned to be a literary major in collage and go on to write books. I won a few poetry contests when I was younger. Everything else in unimportant." "What I don't get," Ken said, "is that, why are you here in Japan instead of in America?"
"That was Birman's doing. I guess I was on file and she was sent to find me and bring me here."
"Ah...but why were you on file in the first place?" Yoji asked peering over his sunglasses.
"Um...I...don't really know. I'll have to ask Birman..." Morgan said looking down at her almost completely full plate. -I can't let them know why, not just yet, I was told to keep it to myself for as long as I could- Morgan thought, wishing someone would change the subject as she pulled the long sleeves of her black hoodie over her hands trying to stop them from shaking. She succeeded in making her hands stop shaking, but this caused the rest of her body to shake, sending slight tremors through the table.
"Morgan...?" Ken looked over at the girl sitting next to him who was visibly trembling, "Are you ok?"
"Hai...I'm fine..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and slowly stopped shaking.
"Great," Yoji whispered to Aya, "Just what we need. An insane American teen, might as well've kidnapped Farfarello."
Aya glared at Yoji but the glare he received from Morgan left Aya's in the dust. If looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over.
Morgan stood up from the table and cleared all emotion from her face, making it completely blank and her eyes appear glazed over and empty. The amount of anger in her eyes moments before had startled Yoji, but this, this scared even him.
Morgan then, with out a sound, retreated to her room in such a way she seemed to just disappear. This unnerved the bishonen assassins until the opening to Dir En Grey's "Cage" floated into the living room, which just unnerved them in a new way.
"Well. Seems she's discovered the stereo," Yoji said and leaned back in his chair.
Ken then proceeded to smack him upside the head.
"OW! What the hell was that for?!" Yoji yelled and rubbed the back of his head.
"For being such a jerk, that's what! You know, you could be just a little bit more considerate then that. She's only 17 and has for some reason or another been torn away from everyone and thing she knows, moved a thousand miles from her home to a country completely different from her own to have to live with us, 4 strange men, to become an assassin. Why don't you think about things like that before you judge," Ken finished his little speech and turned to leave.
"Hey!" Yoji started, jumping out of his chair, "We all have problems Ken, she's no different then us."
"You're right Yoji," Ken said softly with out even bothering to turn around, "But you're not in the room next to hers. You don't hear her crying in her sleep," Ken then turned around to Yoji, "I think you need to apologies."
Yoji stared at Ken then mumbled something and walked past him to the hallway that branched out into the bedrooms.
So? Do I suck or what. Please R&R no flames please.
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"I wonder what Birman has to tell us that's so important," Omi wondered aloud as he led the way down the steps into the Weiß meeting room.
"I don't know, but I guess we'll find out," Ken replied following behind the younger boy and very nearly plopping down on the large couch in front of the television. As all the boys took their places around the room Birman spoke up.
"Boys, I'm guessing you're wondering why I called you down here."
"That's the idea," Yoji said lighting a cigarette.
"Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" a soft, quiet voice said in accentless Japanese. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows next to Birman. The figure had on a pair of jeans that could have easily fit two Omi's and a Ken in them and a black hooded sweatshirt with white lettering in English on it. The hood was pulled down over the figure's face making it impossible to see who they were.
"Who..." Yoji said, and all the Weiß boys stood up.
"This is Morgan," Birman stated, "Morgan has come from America to join our little team here."
"A new member? From America?" Ken said eyeing the tall figure.
"I don't trust a person who doesn't show their face," Aya stated bluntly, still sitting.
Taking the hint, the figure of Morgan reached up and pulled back the hood. The face that was reviled made all the boys gasp, even Aya. Not only was Morgan a girl, but she was also exceptionally beautiful. She had long curly hair a few shades darker than Yoji's that was pulled back into a sloppy pony tail with her bangs hanging in front of her face. Her eyes were large and dark and also had skin that made Aya look tan. She was about the height of Ken if not a bit taller and had a shining silver ring on each of her slender fingers. The ring that fascinated them the most was the one on her left-hand pointer. It was silver like the rest but covered her entire finger and came to a wicked looking point at the tip. Her eyes darted back and forth examining all her future teammates. Her body stance said she was calm, but her eyes said she was scared out of her mind. Omi was, apparently, the only one who noticed, or the only one who said something. He walked up to her and outstretched his hand.
"Hi. I'm Omi, nice to meet you."
Morgan looked at his hand for a few seconds, looked at Omi, and hesitantly shook his hand.
"Hi," She said quietly.
Finally Aya stood up, "You want to put a girl in Weiß? A female assassin?"
"Well why not?" Yoji asked puffing on his cigarette, "Schreient was a female assassin group. I think it's a damn good idea." Yoji looked over at Morgan and winked, making her look down and blush slightly.
"So, how old are you?" Omi asked in hopes of making her feel more comfortable. He failed.
"Uh...I'll be 18 in August," she said in her plain Japanese.
It was only March.
Yoji started choking on his cigarette smoke. "17?! She's only 17?! Birman! She's as old as Omi, slightly younger actually!"
Morgan looked down, obviously embarrassed and lightly chewed on her bottom lip.
"So? 17 or not she'll make a great aspect to Weiß. We may even finally be able to defeat Schwartz," Birman said in her matter-of-fact manner.
"How so?" Ken asked looking back and forth between Birman and Morgan.
"Morgan will let you know in her own time," Birman said placing an arm around the young girl's shoulder, "but right now we need to make her an official member and get her, her own room upstairs."
Everyone looked over at Yoji, realizing that he was still coughing from choking on his own cigarette smoke a few moments ago.
"Yoji-kun, are you ok?" Omi asked, his blue eyes widening in worry.
Yoji just nodded and continued to cough.
"Told you smoking's bad for you..." Morgan said quietly.
Omi looked over at Morgan and laughed softly.
"Come on, let's go find you a room," he said starting up the stairs. Morgan looked back over at the rest of Weiß who were all looking at her. Yoji still trying to suppress his coughs, Ken smirking at her, obviously hearing her cheeky comment about Yoji, and Aya just staring at her with his blank violet eyes. She turned and went up the stairs after Omi. When she was upstairs out of hearing distance Birman tossed a prescription bottle at Aya.
"These are hers. Make sure she takes them at least once a day."
"What are they for?" Yoji asked when it was apparent no one else would.
"To keep her from killing herself," With that, Birman left the 3 boys with odd looks on their faces.
Morgan had successfully been initiated into Weiß and had to work in Koneko no Sumu along with the boys. Hundreds of fan-girls gathered around her asking her if she was a girlfriend of one of the guys or a relative. They would swarm around her, shooting out a thousand questions an second; most of what was said was hard for her to understand or was just completely lost in the sea of rambling school girls. Finally, after what seamed like forever, Ken came into the store and told her, her shift was over and to please inform Aya it was his shift now. She nodded at Ken saying thank you with her eyes as she bounded up the stairs.
-God,- Yoji thought as he watched the 17 year old girl practically run up the stairs, -it's too bad she's underage. I wouldn't mind getting some of that.- As soon as Yoji finished his thought, Morgan slowed her pace up the stairs, looked over her shoulder at him, blushed lightly and ran the rest of the way up the steps.
-Did she...how...what?- Yoji though, confused, -Could she've some how heard that?- he shrugged it off.
-She probably just felt me looking at her or something.-
When Morgan got up to the main apartment, she found Aya sitting on the plush sofa watching TV. She sat down in a chair catty cornered to the sofa, glanced at the TV, then at Aya.
"Aya," Morgan said quietly making the older man look up at her blankly, "Ken said it was time for your shift." Aya gazed at her for a few seconds, nodded and got up, heading down the steps.
-Why won't he talk to me?- Morgan wondered as she watched Aya go down into the shop. She shrugged and looked over at the TV. Giving up at all hope of being able to follow what the woman on the screen was saying and went to her new room. The walls were a bare white and all the furniture she had was a queen sized bed against the back wall, a dresser with a mirror, a rice paper screen that was decorated in the traditional Japanese landscape art, next to her closet (Manx had given it to her the day before) and a computer desk with a computer hooked up to the internet. Morgan was glad that she had internet access, even though, she realized, she couldn't talk to any of her friends in America. It would have been too easy for her to slip up and ruin everything. Her eyes watered at the thought of never being able to see any of the people she loved ever again. With tears running down her face she remembered how her family, boy friend and closest friends were murdered before her eyes. Morgan opened up the suitcase she had been living out of for the passed day and pulled out a picture of her and her boyfriend. They were laughing and goofing off at the campground they used to go to every summer. That picture was all that she had left of him and she missed him so much it hurt.
Swallowing her sobs and wiping the tears from her face, Morgan decided that, if this place was going to be her home from now on she might as well unpack. She set the picture down on her bed and pulled out all her clothes, putting them in their proper places in the closet or dresser. Putting her cosmetics and hairbrush on top of the dresser, Morgan looked at herself in the mirror.
"Ah crap," Morgan groaned under her breath. Hey eyes were all red and puffy from crying and her hair was a mess. Morgan cupped a hand and poured some water from her water bottle into it. She then proceeded to do a cursory job of washing off her face, wiping it with the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt, and applying a light amount of powdered cover-up to hide the fact she had ever been crying. She then pulled her hair out of her ponytail and brushed it, letting it flow free around her pale face. Morgan turned to leave but noticed she had left the picture on her bed. She walked to it, picked it up, stuck it in the corner of the mirror, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Yoji leaned back in his chair at the table and lit up a cigarette, "That was great Omi. You need to cook more often."
"Oi, Yoji, you know I only cooked this meal to welcome Morgan-san, though it is a few days late...but better late then never, ne, Morgan-san?" Omi looked over at the tall American girl who was sitting diagonal to him and noticed she had barley touched any of her food.
"Are you ok Morgan-san? Was the food not to your liking?" Omi asked looking slightly concerned for their new teammate.
"Huh? Oh, no, it was great Omi. I just don't really eat a lot," She said quietly looking up slightly.
"Oh. Ok then," Omi responded. -She acts a lot like Aya-kun. Quiet and withdrawn- Omi thought as he looked at the slightly younger girl.
"So," Yoji said leaning back in his chair a bit more, "Tell us a bit about yourself Morgan."
As all eyes turned to her, Morgan set down her fork and put her hands in her lap so no one could see she was fidgeting.
"There isn't much to tell," she practically whispered.
"Well," Ken spoke up, "then tell us what your interests are, what you like, what brought you here to Weiss."
Morgan sighed and whispered something in English, "Ok...well, I'm into computers. My life used to revolve around my computer. It was where most of my friends were. I also like literature a lot. I had always planned to be a literary major in collage and go on to write books. I won a few poetry contests when I was younger. Everything else in unimportant." "What I don't get," Ken said, "is that, why are you here in Japan instead of in America?"
"That was Birman's doing. I guess I was on file and she was sent to find me and bring me here."
"Ah...but why were you on file in the first place?" Yoji asked peering over his sunglasses.
"Um...I...don't really know. I'll have to ask Birman..." Morgan said looking down at her almost completely full plate. -I can't let them know why, not just yet, I was told to keep it to myself for as long as I could- Morgan thought, wishing someone would change the subject as she pulled the long sleeves of her black hoodie over her hands trying to stop them from shaking. She succeeded in making her hands stop shaking, but this caused the rest of her body to shake, sending slight tremors through the table.
"Morgan...?" Ken looked over at the girl sitting next to him who was visibly trembling, "Are you ok?"
"Hai...I'm fine..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and slowly stopped shaking.
"Great," Yoji whispered to Aya, "Just what we need. An insane American teen, might as well've kidnapped Farfarello."
Aya glared at Yoji but the glare he received from Morgan left Aya's in the dust. If looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over.
Morgan stood up from the table and cleared all emotion from her face, making it completely blank and her eyes appear glazed over and empty. The amount of anger in her eyes moments before had startled Yoji, but this, this scared even him.
Morgan then, with out a sound, retreated to her room in such a way she seemed to just disappear. This unnerved the bishonen assassins until the opening to Dir En Grey's "Cage" floated into the living room, which just unnerved them in a new way.
"Well. Seems she's discovered the stereo," Yoji said and leaned back in his chair.
Ken then proceeded to smack him upside the head.
"OW! What the hell was that for?!" Yoji yelled and rubbed the back of his head.
"For being such a jerk, that's what! You know, you could be just a little bit more considerate then that. She's only 17 and has for some reason or another been torn away from everyone and thing she knows, moved a thousand miles from her home to a country completely different from her own to have to live with us, 4 strange men, to become an assassin. Why don't you think about things like that before you judge," Ken finished his little speech and turned to leave.
"Hey!" Yoji started, jumping out of his chair, "We all have problems Ken, she's no different then us."
"You're right Yoji," Ken said softly with out even bothering to turn around, "But you're not in the room next to hers. You don't hear her crying in her sleep," Ken then turned around to Yoji, "I think you need to apologies."
Yoji stared at Ken then mumbled something and walked past him to the hallway that branched out into the bedrooms.
So? Do I suck or what. Please R&R no flames please.