Disclaimer: Rose are red, violets are blue. I don't own, so you no sue. If you are aware of what FAKE is, then you can guess that the same warning applies to Weiss Kreuz. Pairings are KenxOmi, and AyaxYohji.

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Ages:

Omi - 22

Ken - 23

Aya - 25

Yohji - 26

Mou…I thought that once I graduated from school the schoolgirls would stop chasing me so much or at least not swoon so much. Looks like I was wrong on both accounts. *sighs* At least I don't have to put up with countless girls throwing themselves at me during school hours. Thank kami for little gifts like that. And little gifts like a few hours to think without someone bothering me.

But I wonder what's left for me? I have a college degree and everything, but it's not like I could just up and leave Weiss to go out on my own. But then, what am I going to do with the rest of my life? This? A killer by night and a florist by day? For the rest of my life? What about the others? Are they content with the way things are? Well, maybe Aya is, but I wonder about the rest…

"Oi! Omi! Stop spacing out and give me a hand with these bags," Yohji hollered from the front of the store, breaking Omi out of his train of thoughts.

"Ah? Oh, hai. Coming Yohji," Omi replied. He ran over to where Yohji was standing and picked up the other end of the large bag of fertilizer that Yohji had been trying to lift by himself. Together, they managed to lug the bag to the back where it would be stored till they needed it.

"So, what were you thinking about that would cause you to space out like that?" Yohji inquired, clapping his hand together to try and rid himself of some of the dirt. Which was kinda pointless considering they still had 9 other bags to lug, all the same weight.

"I was thinking about life."

"Life?" Here Yohji had to raise an eyebrow. He didn't think there would be anything for Omi to complain about currently. Bending to pick up another bag, he waited for Omi to elaborate.

"I was wondering if this is all that my life is going to be. Day in and day out; from now till the day that I die."

"Is there something wrong with the way life is now?"

"No. Not really. I was just thinking about what other choices I may have, but there don't seem to be that many for a person like me."

"You mean for an assassin like you?" Yohji wasn't an ex-detective for nothing. He guessed that the problem lay more with the fact that Omi, after so long, was finally tiring of the countless missions he had to do. Especially since, in the past few months, Wiess has had to complete more missions than ever while Kitler was trying out its new feet with different people in different areas of control.

In the beginning, since Wiess was one of the few lethal units that Kilter had left after what has now been dubbed the 'Incident', they had gone out on mission after mission. Then they were given a small break while Kitler regrouped and started over; but now they were back where they had started. It was only natural that the continuous stress of so many missions would make Omi long for a way out of the endless danger and try to find something else in life. Honestly, Yohji himself was beginning to look for a way out. If it weren't for Aya, he would have left a long time ago; or so Yohji liked to think so.

"…" From Omi's silence, Yohji guessed that he had thought right.

"Ma, don't worry too much about it Omi. The worst thing that will happen is that you'll be stuck with us for the rest of your life."

~Stuck with us for the rest of your life.~ The way Yohji says that makes things a little lighter and more bearable somehow. However, I still wonder if there's anything else I could do with my life…

"Are you sure that this is a wise decision sir?" a busty, red haired woman asked the man sitting behind the desk in front of her. He was her supervisor as far as the ranking at work went. She, however, had more experience in what was going on than he did. At least, with this particular group she had more experience. Which is why she felt it was alright for her to question the particular choice of the most recent assignment she had been given.

"I am aware that they are our most trusted group and the most lethal thus far, but all the more reason to trust them with this task. We couldn't very well send a team that's inexperienced and of questionable loyalties on this job, now can we?" the man replied in an even and respectful tone. He didn't show it, but hearing his own line of reasoning once more assured the man that what he was doing was the right thing to do. He was taking a big risk here and he needed to be sure of what he was doing. If things didn't go according to plan, then he would have to live with that as well, but better not to focus on that situation. It wasn't assured either way that the job would fail or succeeded, but he could not concentrate on failure if he hoped to succeed.

"Then are you sure that the other teams can pick up the slack while Weiss is out of action?" she questioned further. She had to be sure that this was the right thing to do otherwise, she would never be able to live with herself if anything happened.

"Of that, a person cannot be sure of till the deed is done, but I believe the other teams will be able to take care of themselves."

"Very well then sir. If that is what you think, I have no other choice but to give the message to them," the redhead concluded. Bowing respectfully, she turned and headed out the door of the office. However, just before she reached for the doorknob, she turned her head and looked back at her supervisor. The light was shining from behind him and she couldn't get a good look at his face this way, but she already knew what he looked like and who he really was, so it didn't matter. What mattered was that she get her last message out.

"Oh, sir? There's one last thing I need to tell you," she spoke up.

"Yes?"
"If anything happens to them due to your choice for this venture, I will personally see to it that you do not sit in that chair for very long afterwards." With that said, the woman left the office and closed the door firmly behind her.

When the door closed, the man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. That woman scares me sometimes. No wonder she was one of the people who survived the Incident. It's only natural that she would look after the others who did as well. And taking into consideration her relationship with this particular team, it's no question where her loyalties lie. I can only hope that all things go according to plan and that I live to see another day if things don't.

~Pony-Taled Baka

This is the first thing I posted up. More to come. The more reviews, the faster I rack my brain for more chapter. Anou……. Right now, since the groups haven't met, they're speaking in their native languages; I.e.: Japanese for Weiss and English for FAKE cast (they're in NY people!). Arigato!