Title: Remember Me

Author: WK Kitten

Disclaimers: My name is not Takehito Koyasu, henceforth, I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of the like. Sadly, all I can do is provide you with this little bit of fantasy. So don't sue me. I don't own much .

Summary: Due to an accident on a mission, Yohji gets a mild case of amnesia. Or not so mild considering the circumstances. Hmmm…

Author's Note: This is my first ficcie! Well, my first one on the web. I hope it's ok and if it's not..well..don't tell me or it'll hurt my feelings. All I can say is that this was fun to write so I hope it's just as fun to read! Enjoy!

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" Thank you and come again!" Omi Tsukiyono exclaimed to the last departing customer. With a sigh, he flipped the sign to 'Closed' and flopped down on the floor, his back resting on the glass window. "Maaa, why was it so busy today?"

Omi looked around the flower shop and couldn't hold back a giggle despite his exhaustion. Scattered around the shop was Aya Fujimiya, Ken Hidaka, and Yohji Kudou. Ken was sprawled between two big flowerpots, his neck at an odd angle from which he was using as an impromptu pillow. Aya was near the register, his head down, a bunch of bills still clutched in his hand. Yohji had chosen to drape himself over a stool, looking as if he just might spend the night there. Team Weiss. Spent and dead tired after what seemed like the busiest day ever.

'Schwarz could attack now and we would care less,' Omi thought bemused.

"I'm quitting, I swear," piped up the rich baritone of Yohji's voice. "Risking my life on suicidal missions I can handle. But that! I'm getting too old for that!"

"I want a bed!" came the whine of Ken.

"Not until we clean up," sounded Aya's muffled voice from where his head was still down.

"Aya!" replied Ken and Yohji.

"You have got to be kidding!" Ken exclaimed as he sat up. "We're exhausted! Let's clean up in the morning."

Yohji stood up and walked over to Aya's hunched form and wrapper his arms around his lover's waist. "Ken's right," the blonde whispered. "Let's leave the rest of the night for other…activities."

Yohji was met with amethyst eyes and strong arms around his waist. Soft lips met his in a light yet sweet kiss. "You win," Aya stated and moved to stand and stretch.

"Yes!" Ken whooped as he lazily stood up. "Warm blankets, here I come!"

Omi stood up as well and smiled. It did feel nice not having to clean up shop for once. He walked over to Ken and wrapped his arms around the brunette. "Can I join you?" Omi asked sweetly, his wicked eyes devoid of the saccharine that left his mouth.

"No, of course not," Ken replied, his face blank.

"What?" Omi sputtered, a flash of hurt across his face.

"I'll join you," Ken said, a wide grin on his face. "You have the bigger bed, right?"

Omi smiled and lay a peck on his boyfriend's cheek. "Right."

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"That's their biggest mistake right there," a soft voice rang through the dark night. Schuldich shifted his position slightly from where he was crouched in shadows watching the Weiss assassins.

"What is?" the younger pitch of Nagi's voice said close to Schuldich's ear.

"That they're romantically involved with each other," Schuldich answered. "Feelings shouldn't be a factor when you're an assassin. It slows you down."

"Well, their mistake will be our godsend," Nagi replied, his eyes trained on the flower shop.

"Don't let Farfie hear you talk like that," Schuldich said, a smirk on his face.

A silence passed as the Schwarz assassins continued their watch on the Weiss team. Schuldich and Nagi had been given the order by Crawford to monitor Weiss while he finalized the details on a new attempt to destroy the white knights.

"Do you have any idea what our all-mighty leader is planning?" Schuldich questioned.

"A vague one," Nagi answered, his eyes shifting to meet Schuldich's gaze. "We're going to intercept Weiss's next mission and cause a mishap that, according to Brad, will crumble their foundation."

"That's all?" Schuldich said, his eyes wide with disbelief. "He hasn't told you anything else?"

"You know Brad," Nagi replied, a slight sigh on his lips. "He never lets his plans out until he's absolutely sure that they'll pull through."

"Heaven forbid he actually trust his own fucking team," Schuldich said, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Another short silence passed before Nagi spoke up again. "It seems nice though, doesn't it?" Nagi said softly. "What they have, I mean."

Schuldich hesitated before answering Nagi's question. "Yeah, I guess it does. For anyone else but us, it's perfect."

Nagi smiled slightly before turning his attention back to the shop. Schuldich gazed through the shop's window at the smiling blonde he saw there who seemed to be in the midst of cuddling with his red-headed lover. A slight tinge of jealousy and desire snaked it's way through his head.

'Guess we're not as cold-blooded as everyone thinks' Schuldich thought, his eyes dancing over tanned skin and honey-colored locks of hair

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So there you have it! The short first chapter of my fic. Trust me, folks. The chappies will be longer down the road. I hope you're hooked because it'll be good. I hope. Anyway, I appreciate the readers and please review, everyone. It'll mean much. Until the next…

Wk Kitten .