Between Superheroes and Assassins
*If I own them, you're still a pink elephant*
A/N: Due to a few complaints or suggestions of the missing spandex outfits, I have added an additional part to this story. If you've already read this, feel free to skip off to the next chapter to read about the boy's superhero outfits. ^.~ If you haven't read this already, then get to reading! *whacks with a Sakura plushie* And review when you're done! ^.^
It was a quiet and uneventful day in the koneko. Fortunately for the four Weiss boys, school was still in session for it was only one o' clock. The rush of students had yet to arrive. With the air conditioning broken and scheduled to be fixed the following Tuesday, they were stuck with zero tasks and the sweltering heat of mid-Spring Tokyo weather. So, the men idly cleaned and watered the flowers and when that was done they scrubbed the tiles and arranged their inventory. Finally, after much boredom, a very whiney Ken spoke up.
"This is ridiculous! We've got no orders, no missions and nothin' to do!" the brunette whined.
A glare was sent in the soccer player's direction from a very aggravated Aya. Omi sighed and typed neutrally on his lap top, a huffed sigh soon escaping his lips.
"Ken-kun's right. This is absurd. I've beaten Hackers 2002 three times in the past hour!" the youngest member of the assassin group declared, rising from his seat.
"Yeah, see! I'm not 'da only one!" Ken proclaimed as he shot a glare right back at Aya.
Yohji just yawned and put out his thirteenth cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "Why don't you do something productive?" There was a moment of silence before he fanned himself with his hand. "Like fixing the AC?"
Omi burst into laughter. "Ken!? Fix something?! Oh my God, are you out of your mind!?" A burst of giggles came soon after. "Do you remember the last time he tried to fix something?"
*Flashback*
"Ken, go patch up that hole we have in that new hose!" Yohji ordered as he set to work on a new flower arrangement.
"You got it!" the brunette offered cheerfully before scurrying off to his new task.
Fifteen minutes later. . .
"KEN!!!"
The brunette blinked and wandered back out into the front of the koneko to find their old hose was leaking from various breaks in it and a yelping Yohji and Omi. After many minutes of splashing about and trying to shut the thing off, the pair glared at Ken.
"What the hell happened to the tape that was around the hose?" Yohji demanded incredulously.
Ken blinked and then laughed a bit sheepishly. "Well," he began, "we didn't have anymore adhesive to fix the new one so I kinda used the tape from the old one and. . .um, I didn't know ya'll were gonna use it."
"HIDAKA!" came the shouts of the red haired one, drenched and fuming.
Aya glared venomously at the brunette as he held up the brand new hose he'd been using, pointing to the hole that had been the cause of his now soaking attire.
"Oh. . . um, that I can't explain." Ken offered awkwardly, grin lighting up his features at Aya's condition.
The smile was soon gone as the Fujimaya attacked the ex-goalie who had caused his accident.
*End Flashback*
Yohji laughed and shook his head, "Ah, yes. Ken is defiantly not an ace in home improvements."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean!?" the brunette demanded furiously.
"It means you cannot do anything without screwing it up, Hidaka," Aya replied evenly before tossing the day's newspaper onto one of the tables, pointing to the headline. "Look."
Omi picked up the paper and read what was on the front page. "Weiss: Superheroes or the Bad Guys?" The article was put down and he frowned. "What the heck is that supposed to mean!? How do they know about Weiss???"
Aya shrugged and then glanced away to look out the koneko's windows. "Schwartz," was his only reply.
Ken blinked. "Why the hell did they refer to us as superheroes? This is not some teenage manga drama series!"
[ Author Note: *snicker* Little does he know. . . XD ]
Aya shrugged. "Well, what do superheroes do?"
"Protect the innocents!" Omi cheered enthusiastically.
"Dress stylishly," Yohji offered as he lit up another cigarette.
"Question their sexuality!" Ken chirped. A collective silence reigned in the flower shop for a few minutes before the brunette cleared his throat. "I read it in one of the issues of Spandex Man."
Shaking his head, the red haired assassin sighed. "Whatever, but we need to keep ourselves out of publicity's eye."
"Well, at least they don't have pictures of us," the lanky blond murmured from around the cancer stick between his lips.
"Yeah," Omi pitched in, "it could be worse."
Just then, Manx came through the shop's front door, rolled up magazine in hand. The woman was pissed. Slamming the copy of Tokyo's top read paper onto the table beside the newspaper, she pointed angrily at the front cover.
"Kritiker does not pay you to slip up!" the woman growled.
Yohji eyed the image and the title, "Weiss member seen." On the cover was a shock of blond hair, face shadowed with a cigarette between the figure's lips. "Well, at least I look handsome and mysterious."
"They have a picture of you!" she yelled, glaring daggers at the assassin.
"Yes, a damned good looking one, I might add," Yohji said, stroking his chin approvingly.
"Argh!" the woman screamed in frustration before regaining her composure, smoothing her skirt and running the slender fingers through her bangs. "Okay, you were not seen, but I would still like to know how this picture was taken and who took it."
"Schwartz," Aya repeated for the second time that afternoon.
"They couldn't have gotten this information unless one of you gave it to them," she said evenly.
"Um. . .well. . ." Omi shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Nagi and I sorta. . .we. . .um. . .yeah. . . and then I sorta said something and. . . yeah."
Ken and Yohji's jaws dropped while Aya and Manx glared at the youth.
"You gave away crucial information to the enemy?!" Aya demanded dubiously.
"It. . .well, it sort of slipped out," the younger assassin shrunk under the scrutiny of the red head's glare and the temper in his words.
"How can it just slip out?!" Yohji yelled.
After a few moments of silence Ken lifted his head, "So. . . Omi told Nagi?"
Aya eyed him in disbelief, wondering how it was possible for a human being to be that dense.
Sighing, Manx padded out of the flower shop to her car and returned moments later with a video. "New mission," she replied to the various looks that she was given.
After being briefed on their new assignment, Weiss headed out to finish it as soon as possible. They were to destroy whatever data had been collected about them at the various newspapers and magazine buildings. It was to be a swift and easy mission, which was of course complicated by various minor set-backs such as Ken tripping while running up the stairs, Yohji setting off the smoke alarm when he lit up a cigarette, Omi murmuring apologies every five seconds and Aya screaming at them to all "shut up and do their job".
They returned to their apartment at approximately ten o' one PM collapsing upon various pieces of furniture, the boys sighed and yawned with fatigue.
"I don't wanna be a superhero. . ." Yohji finally murmured before falling asleep on the couch he was sprawled upon.
"Ditto," Omi added as he too succumbed to fatigue, crashing in the chair, slumped over the table.
"Same," Ken agreed around a yawn. "I don't wanna keep questioning my sexuality."
When the brunette finally joined the other two in slumber, Aya eyed him in astonishment before shaking his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Why am I forced to work with such morons?"
"Superhero morons," Manx added with a small smile, patting the red head on the shoulder. "Now go get some sleep."
Aya didn't need to be told twice.
Fin. *beats away her muse* No, wait! There's more! Spandex time!!! ^_^ Go to the next chapter. Now!