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Weiss and everything to do with them is owned by Koyasu Takehito and team. I do not claim ownership of any of the Weiss characters. I own Missy and Star, well technically my good friend InuMaru-Rapture owns Star. Please be very kind to review. If you don't review I probably won't see any reason to continue writing this. Thanks =D
It was a cold fall day in Tokyo, a lot colder than usual. Ken had to bundle up to keep warm on his way to open the flower shop. The Koneke no Sumule (Kitty in the House) was booming with business as usual; lines of girls were waiting to get in that morning, no doubt to see the storekeepers. Ken fumbled with the keys since gloves made his hands clumsy that morning. Finally he was able to open the door after messing with the keys for about ten minutes. After he cleaned up the shop a bit, sweeping away most of the dirt he opened the front door to let the mobs of girls in. They were buzzing loudly around him and some of them were clapping their hands together and praying. Ken just sighed, shoving it off and getting back to work. By now he was used to the mobs of girls that came every day to the flower shop just to catch a glimpse of the four men who worked there, but today his temper was a little off. Maybe it had something to do with the weather being so cold. It was already 9 in the morning and Ken knew that the others would be there to help him shortly.
Aya woke to the alarm buzzing in his ear. He groaned a bit before knocking it on the floor; which caused him to groan even more. He usual was a morning person, but the job they had been doing lately has kept him out all night. His body was starting to feel run down, plus he had the god awful task of waking Yohji that morning. Usually they all come and go as they pleased in the flower shop but they all needed to be there watching, because most of the customers were young girls. They could hear the chatter that was going on between them. The latest slew of murders was of young girls, mostly all from the same high school. It was Weiss job to bring this murder down, only they had one problem, they didn't know what he or she looked like.
After Aya lay in bed for about five minutes he felt fully awake. He stood walking over to his window and opened his curtains letting lots of light into his room. It was slightly cloudy outside and it looked as if it would snow or even possibly rain. Regardless he knew it was a cold day outside, just the kind of day that he liked. After getting dressed he made his way to Yohji's room, making sure to keep his eyes adverted at all times from Yohji's bed. Yohji had a habit of sleeping naked from time to time and Aya had made the mistake of pulling of Yohji's covers. He made his way over to Yohji's big white curtains, yanking them open exposing Yohji to a big amount of light. A grumbling sound came from under the massive amounts of covers. Aya never could figure out how Yohji slept with so many covers even if it was hot outside he slept with lots of covers.
"Sleep…. I need more Sleep," Yohji grumbled. "Please, its sooo early in the morning."
"Get up," Aya said coolly his back still turned on Yohji. "We're still involved in a mission."
More grumbling came from under the covers before Yohji burst from under them and slowly made his way to his bathroom. The door shut behind him and Aya could hear the shower turn on, but he wasn't fooled. He knew if he didn't wait for a while Yohji would come right back out and climb into bed and sleep the day away. Aya waited for about 15 minutes before leaving the room to make his way to the shop. He skipped breakfast that morning eager to just get this job over and done with.
Pulling his trench coat on he walked out the door. It was a lot colder than he had originally predicted, but he rather enjoyed the cool air on his skin. It made him comfortable for some reason. It was probably because it was something he could actually feel instead of being so numb all the time. It reminded him that he was still living. Tokyo's streets were busy as usual. Cars coming and going as fast as they could; people living normal lives unlike him. His normal life died years ago when his family was murdered and his sister was put in a coma by the one man he wanted to murder himself. As Aya came upon the flower shop he could see poor Ken struggling with keeping the girls at bay. He let himself smirk a bit before he took the back door as an entrance. Shrugging his coat off he wrapped an apron around himself and picked p the watering bucket watering the plants. When he entered the main part of the shop the girls were sent into an uproar of spasms. He could hear them saying, "Oh there's two so far this is going to be a good day." Aya sighed to himself.
"Oh Aya I'm glad you're here. Can you help me with this new shipment of plants?" asked Ken who was swatting a girl off with a broom. Aya nodded and returned to the back room unloading the six boxes he found on the floor. There were a lot of different exotic plants he hadn't seen before. Normally their shop carried just the basic flowers and plants but these looked so strange. He ignored that thought and just put them neatly away in the back. When he finished he saw that Omi and Yohji had arrived and the shop was in utter chaos. Aya typically liked the flower shop business it was quit, minus the screaming girls with hormones. Sure some of the girls were pretty but he could never bring himself to love them. He couldn't love anyone. He wasn't capable of it or deserving of love.