The boys of Weiss do not belong to me. This is a Yaoi fic, thought it's
not a lemon (sorry), so if you're not into that... well, if you're not
into that why are you even here? Anyway, besides being a Yaoi fic, it's
also a nice little mystery, so I hope you enjoy it. The characters are
a little OCC (ie: Aya actually talks, etc.) so I hope that's not too distracting.
R&R please, and I welcome suggestions for the rest of the fic!
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PREVIEW
Omi's eyes caught those of the other boy's and he couldn't help but think that Youji had been right about the clothes – if he had been dressed in his usual assassin garb he would have been caught immediately as someone suspicious. As it was he had the perfect cover – he looked just like a scared little kitten.
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PART ONE
"Here." The tall man looked over his sunglasses as he tossed a bag onto the couch.
"What's this?" Omi asked, without touching the package that had landed next to him.
"Those are yours, I picked them up when I got the other clothes. Don't worry, they should fit."
Ken momentarily stopped tugging at the gold-colored shirt that only half-covered his athletic chest, "Are you sure that THESE aren't Omi's?"
"Quiet Ken. You look good." Youji purred, making Ken turn away in seeming anger, but with a blush on his face. Turning away only really resulted in a display of his backside tightly covered in brown leather pants.
Omi looked back at the bag, "But Youji… you know the plan, I'm not going undercover like you three, so I don't need this… disguise. I'll be hiding out running surveillance."
"I know." He sent an impatient glance at the door that led upstairs, "it's just in case. If you get caught, you'll simply be mistaken for another… worker. Damn it! What's taking him so long?" Another glance at the door, "Prima Dona." He muttered.
"But…"
"Youji's right, Omi." Ken added, feeling protective as usual of the youngest member of Weiss, "Besides, if you never get caught no one will even see you anyway."
"Except for you three." This time it was Omi who muttered the remark under his breath, as he poked a quizzical finger at the still unopened package. After seeing what Youji had picked out to wear himself, and the outfit that he got for Ken (which did make the soccer player look even better than usual, he had to admit) he couldn't imagine what he would be expected to wear.
"Well, hurry up and change." Youji told him, "Hopefully by the time you're ready Aya will FINALLY be finished."
Omi sighed and got up, clutching the bag. It was pretty light – which meant there probably wasn't much in there. "Great." He sighed, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Call me if you need any help with the ties on those pants." Youji teased, as Omi made his way to the door. Omi swallowed. In the hall he collided with a descending Aya, sending the bag and it's contents flying across the floor. The two young men stopped to pick up the articles of clothing and Omi caught his first glance at what had been taking Aya so long. He looked… breathtaking. The red velvet pants fit like a second skin and matched the color of his hair perfectly. The black sleeveless top glittered slightly and left very little to the imagination. Hell, he was even wearing black eyeliner! If Omi didn't know better he'd have thought that Aya was used to dressing like a sex kitten.
The silent redhead held up what at first appeared to be a green handkerchief, but which Omi later realized was his excuse for a shirt. "Yours?" Aya asked, deadpan. Omi could almost have called it a joke – rare for Aya – if he hadn't been so shocked by the other's appearance so as to temporarily lose all ability to speak.
"Oh… um… Youji, uh…" he stammered, when he regained his voice, "Youji thought it would be safer if I… you know… if I did it, too. In case someone sees me."
"Hn." Aya stood up to his full height, which, if such a thing was possible, made him look even more beautiful, and handed the garments to Omi. Then he went in to meet the others. Omi could only imagine what Youji's response would be.
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On their way to the mission Omi squirmed in the backseat next to a nervous Ken. Besides the tight pants, which he was having trouble getting used to, Ken still didn't like the idea of going undercover as basically a bunch of male prostitutes in a house of ill-fame (a house which catered to the likes of rich MEN nonetheless). He wasn't exactly one to mind the company of men, per say, in fact one young fellow member of Weiss took up most of his thoughts when not working… not that he would ever admit it to his teammates, but still… this mission was hitting just a little too close to home.
"These pants are killing me!" The soccer player whined, "How am I supposed to find this target of ours and kill him if I can't even breathe!?"
"Stop complaining Kenken," Youji noted from behind the wheel, "Besides, you look great."
"Just what I need. What am I supposed to do if some seedy customer CHOOSES me from the harem, or whatever it is?"
"Don't worry, Ken." Omi said, patting him idly on the leg, "that's what I'll be there for. I'll have the whole place staked out from inside the heating ducts and once I break into their database I can find out who this Mr. Tannai is and get the word to the three of you."
"How long will it take?" Aya asked, speaking for the first time since they left the Koneko.
"That's the trouble. A place as secretive and well-guarded as this one… not to mention how much money they must have… their system is bound to be pretty complex, but I'll do my best, and I'll be monitoring you guys in case anything goes wrong."
"Well, speaking of things going wrong, what happens if I… if a customer…"
Ken let his question trail off. He knew the answer. So did Youji. So did
Aya. And so did Omi… if he didn't find out all he could about this Tannai
guy as soon as possible his fellow assassins would be in trouble. Disguising
themselves as employees of the infamous and secretive pleasure house was
the perfect cover to look for the man who was well known as a regular customer
there. But if Omi couldn't find him – and fast – Ken Youji and Aya would
be expected to do a lot more than just look pretty. And judging by how
good they DID all look… Omi guessed it would be A LOT more.
END OF PART ONE
