Since we're crazy and obsessed with Weiss and music... we just decided it would be fun... as always to torture the characters with our writing.

After seeing all of the lovely galleries that wonderful people have put up about Weiss we couldn't help noticing those few entertaining pictures with the four Weiss guys acting like pop idols. We know that Weiss Kreuz is actually a really cool band (tee hee! yeah for CD's!) but, we thought it might be a bit entertaining if the Weiss guys in the anime actually ended up in the same situation...

However, because it seems that neither of us can write something entirely amusing (unless you count our insane Universe of the Four Frogs... for those of you who haven't read it, don't ask.) This turned into kind of a dark fic about the tension between Omi and Aya after discovering Omi's heritage (SPOILERS!!!) and after a closeness Omi begins to develop with Aya-chan (more spoilers... the awakeness part, not the um... *ahem* closeness...)

Now, you'll have to excuse us for our hentai-ness in the beginning as this did originally start out as a completely ridiculous fic (it does get more serious, I promise.)

But now, on with the show and enjoy the ride!



oops... almost forgot:

disclaimers: None of the wonderful characters of Weiss Kreuz are ours in any way. *pout* And also, the songs that we use throughout the fic aren't ours. Giving credit where its due:

Frail- Jars of Clay, Crash and Burn- Savage Garden, Her Ornament- The Verve Pipe/Great Expectations sndtrk

are the songs we've used so far. Any other lyrics will be accredited to their author before the chapter begins.

Hope you all enjoy!!!



Yui-Mag and Cathan







Saihossoku

Fresh Start



Chapter One: If There Were No More Flowers





Free time... Actual free time. Ken reveled in the sensation of having nothing to do... nothing to hurry about in the morning. Instead as he waltzed out of the shower and wrapped a towel over his hips, he opened his mouth to start singing a familiar tune.

The radio had been blaring the entire time he had been in the shower. He knew how much it drove the others crazy, but he never worried about it too much. He sang along at the top of his lungs as he made his way around the room gathering up his clothing and tossing it on the unmade bed before stepping over to his dresser and grabbing the hairbrush to drag it through his wet brown hair.

Today was going to be... interesting to say the least. With Manx coming to give them... 'ideas' about what new jobs they could possibly take up ever since their little flower shop had been torn to pieces under the Schwartz's 'helpful' hand.

The dark thought made him frown for a moment, pausing as the music stopped and a commercial took over his station on the radio. It still bothered him. As much as he'd hated working at the flower shop for the most part, some times standing among all the rows of just blooming plants Omi so carefully watered had been comforting.

Now he wasn't sure what they were going to do. He shook his head sending droplets of water across the room and ruining all the careful work the hairbrush had constructed.

The commercial on the radio ended and the oldies announcer came on to inform, as if listeners wouldn't be aware of who or what they were listening to, what station number this was.

"And now... the Rubettes with another one of their great hits!" Ken blinked wracking his brain to remember the words to the song. He wasn't sure he could remember that one, but as soon as the familiar humming took off on the radio, filling his room, Ken grinned. 'Now this would be fun!' He thought with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Shaking the wet hair out of his eyes, Ken grabbed the hairbrush, holding it too his lips as he danced across the room towards his bed.

The first notes of the song faded into the high pitched note of the lead singer...

Which frighteningly enough, Ken tried to imitate.

The agonized sounding shriek that left his mouth in the form of a song was enough to 1) wake up Yoji who was still in deep slumber under his many silk sheets; 2) Crack Omi's computer screen and freeze the poor boy into non-action, 3) make Aya's perpetual frown waver for a second as his hand around his coffee mug jumped, dumping a rather large amount of hot coffee into the unsuspecting man's lap.
As the coffee's heat wormed its way through the fabric to strike at the man's pale skin, Aya gave a half grumble- half shriek and rose, ready to fight and kill whatever was making that disturbing noise.

The noise that had made Yoji jump made him startled enough to have landed half out of bed, slamming his poor already aching (cause of the *ahem* slight hangover plaguing him) head onto the cold floor.

Anger filled the eyes which were protected by their perpetual sunglasses, as he glared over top of them at the ceiling.

"That's it!" The older man growled. He tried to untangle himself before making a charging mount to see what the hell was making Ken practice this caterwauling this early in the morning.

Omi blinked. And blinked again before his poor heart could rest a bit from the fast pace it had been pounding in his chest. "Ken-kun?"

He had heard Ken before, and knew that the boy had a very... disturbing... habit of singing very early on their mornings off. A habit he knew that Yoji would likely like to remove his vocal cords with a fork for, however- in spite of the idea's Yoji seemed to be picking up from Farfello- Omi had never heard Ken make quite THAT sound.

Actually, Ken's voice usually left a soothing impression. Usually. He repeated Ken's name softly again before making a run up the stairs to save his friend from what he could only assume was near death.

He tumbled up the stairs just as Aya came tearing up the stairs after him, violet eyes burning.

As Omi reached the top of the flight of the stairs Yoji had just opened the door before them.

"KEN!" Yoji roared. Or started to... his roar ended in a startled mew as he was left to stare at the skinny brunette who was still only in a towel. The stupid kid that had woken him up was singing! Singing to a hairbrush!!! Singing and naked! Of all things... the surprise turned to anger and he went back to charging at the nineteen year old.

Ken had been standing entirely oblivious to the invasion to his privacy. He was still standing on his bed with his head tilted back and the hairbrush to his lips as he belted out the song along with the man on the radio.

Yoji's roar however quickly snapped him out of his pop idol trance.

"ARGH!"

Ken's hairbrush ricocheted off of Yoji's head and bounced into the hallway to come to rest at Omi's feet.

"Oy?" Omi yelped before skipping over the flying object and running into the room. "Ken!" There was a pause. "Yoji?" Aya pushed his way into the room, his eyes blaring with the wish of revenge. "Aya-kun?"

Omi stared around the room at his three comrades in arms. Ken... was not dying. He blinked. Yet...

The hairbrush had momentarily stalled Yoji's charge. However, in spite of his throbbing head and the injury he had sustained, his anger had not abated. He launched himself at Ken again.

"What the hell are you doing in my room!?!?!?" Ken demanded, his hands on his hips as he glared at the advancing Yoji. "Get out!"

Yoji's glasses slipped down on his nose, revealing the fury in his green eyes. "I am going to dig your vocal chords out with... with... a very blunt object and then I'm going to cook them and feed them too your soccer buddies you horrible... horrible..."

Ken's face had visibly paled as Omi turned green. (Well...) Omi thought. (At least he's getting more original.) He scratched his head and tried to settle his stomach.

Ken let out a squawk as Yoji lunged for him on the bed.

Ken moved out of the way, jumping off his bed and making his way around Aya's glaring body. (Why is that man always in the way when Yoji's attacking Ken????) His bare feet slapped at the wooden floor of the hallway as Yoji came tearing after him.

Omi stumbled back out of the way as Yoji came tearing after Ken. "Oi! Yoji-kun!! Damaging fellow members might not be entirely wise!!"

The advice was entirely ignored.

Aya walked away, heading in the other direction, resignation already paling in his eyes as he realized once more how insane the others were and there was just... nothing you could do... nothing to say. Except... "Die..." He grumbled to himself.

The fury in Yoji's green eyes as he tore down the stairs after the fleeing Ken had changed into a more evil... scary glint, showing that Yoji had already decided what he would do to get revenge.

The man's legs were longer and his arms reached out and grabbed, his long fingers snatching at the side of the pink fuzzy towel that had been keeping Ken's dignity whole for the moment.

Ken stopped... froze in mid motion as it suddenly was every cold!

Ken's hands immediately dropped in front of himself as he dove to the ground, crouching down and squawking loudly.

Yoji said nothing, but merely turned and very slowly began to waltz away, leaving Ken shrieking-and very... vulnerable... behind him.

"YOU *#$)(@*#$)@(#$*%)#($*%@)#*$@)#($*!@_$_ 0934%)(*&@ #$%*@... @)#($82)#948!_@()@#$%)(*!!!!!!!!"

Omi blinked and began to turn very, very red. His hand went up to his face as he shook his head and gave a little coughing sound. "Yoji-kun...." Omi sighed and trotted into one of the rooms, grabbing a cover as quickly as he could to give to his now butt naked friend.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!!!" Ken shrieked after the still very calmly departing Yoji who strolled up the stairs and then flung the very fuzzy pink towel off of the balcony. "I'M GOING TO GUT HIM AND... AND... AND!!!!"

Omi handed Ken the cover off of the bed and patted him encouragingly on the head. "I'm sure you'll think of something Ken-kun."

Ken's eyes flashed, hardening and glaring up at his little friend. "ARGH!"

He threw himself to his feet and ran away. Of course, before he did this, he covered his entire body with the cover leaving only the hair on the top of his head to be seen.

Omi heaved another sigh and rubbed his eyes wearily.

It was only early morning.

And already everyone wanted to kill each other.

Another ordinary day.

He made his way back into his room, hoping that the crack in his computer screen could be fixed... if not... Ken would owe him BIG time.

On the floor below him, Aya had made his way back to the kitchen in hopes of cleaning up the spilt coffee before heading back up to his room to change. All the while he muttered none too subtle death threats under his breath as he began to imagine very interesting ways to get either Yoji or Ken to follow the other off a very high cliff.

The sound of high heels on the tile floor of their kitchen made him look up just as he pitched the rest of the paper towels into the garbage and had righted his coffee mug, erasing most of the evidence of the accident.

Manx paused in the doorway, her fluffy red hair falling around her shoulders and over her perfectly tailored suit. She stood there with one hand on her hip and the other hip jutted out. In her hand she held a very pink towel tangling off of one finger.

Aya glanced at it, recognized it, and raised an eyebrow. Yoji was definitely getting more original with his ideas of revenge...

Or was it just more perverted ways of revenge.

The thought left him as he saw Manx's eyes trail up and down his body. Her eyebrow's went up and a smile tugged at her lips.

"Interesting day?" She asked a bit too archly. Aya followed her eyes and saw the brown stain on his pants from the spilt coffee. He closed his eyes. His head was going to hurt.

"Die." He muttered, throwing his hands up in the air and heading once again for the stairs, not to kill anyone, though he wished he could, but to change.

Manx let herself have a slight laugh as she leaned back into the kitchen counter, waiting for one of the boys to return to greet her and for the meeting they had planned for this morning.

She shook her head. She had thought that an early morning meeting might actually keep them from getting into too much trouble.

She should have known better.

Omi sighed as his fingers left the place of damage and his hand curled into a fist. Bakas. They were all bakas. Now he would have to go and tell Manx that he needed a new computer... and how was he going to explain why? At the thought of Manx's name his blue eyes widened. He glanced at his watch and gave a little cry before he ran out of the door. He needed to get to her before the others did. Who knows what the others were capable of doing this early in the morning...

On the way down, he almost bumped into a grumbling Aya.

Aya turned very dark violet eyes on his in a dangerous expression.

Omi blinked. "Oi, Aya-kun, is something wrong?"

Aya glared at him. He said nothing for a moment, but turned away, grumbling, the only word audible was a very frequently repeated "Die."

Omi blinked, scratched his head and then turned to run back down to the kitchen.

Just outside the kitchen door he paused for a long moment, trying to think how exactly he was going to explain the others moods, or how he was going to let Manx know that the brand new monitor that had replaced the one that had been destroyed in the flower shop just so recently needed to be replaced already.

It wasn't until he saw Aya headed for the stairs above him that he decided he would have to figure out what to say later.

He entered the kitchen, smile back on his face. As he expected, Manx was already there. She returned his smile... barely. Her eyes stayed at the same spot as she still waited for the others to come down. Finally she sighed and decided it would be too long of a wait.

"Anything to report... Bombay?" It was more of an order than a question but the way she stared at him made him wonder what exactly she wanted him to report. Before he could blink and give her one of his most 'innocent- I don't know what you're talking about' look, she threw a pink thing at his face.

"That's disgusting!" He yelped and ducked as he realized a minute too late that the pink thing had been around Ken's waist minutes before. It skimmed his head before landing behind him. He glared at her before straightening himself up.

However, her eyes had moved past him, making Omi's glare melt as he turned around.

Aya had returned, his clothing changed and he had returned to his usual orange turtle neck sweater. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. However, his face was just barely visible under the folds of the pink towel that had landed quite nicely on his head.

Aya stood very still for a very long moment as Omi carefully backed away from him towards Manx, hoping that perhaps there would be some protection there.

Still moving very slowly, Aya unfolded his arms and reached over his head, removing the disgusting pink towel from his head and placing it very carefully on the cutting board on the kitchen counter.

Ever so slowly, Aya slipped a carving knife from the block at his side.

Omi swallowed hard.

Carefully, Aya slid the knife under the towel and then flung it into the air.

Before Omi had blinked, the towel was in tatters and Aya was breathing a little harder as he replaced the knife in the butchers block.

He nodded quite contentedly and turned away from the minute pieces of fabric that were still falling to the ground.

"Die." He muttered, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Ken darted into the kitchen, seeing the remainders of the pink fabric fluttering in the air. His green eyes were way too pained over the death of his... pink towel. Omi, unable to resist asking his friend why the heck he owned such a thing, blurted the question out as he moved away from Manx and knelt, helping the brunette to pick up the pieces.

"Why exactly did you own a pink towel, Ken-kun??"

Ken found his voice a bit too constricted to speak for a moment and without saying a word he just brought one piece toward his cheek, resting it there.

"Are you okay, Ken-kun?" Omi was starting to get worried now. There was no way someone could be attached to a towel to this degree. "We can buy you another pink towel..." He added softly, handing the pieces to Ken. "Or I can try sewing it back together..." He trailed off as the older boy muttered a name.

"Yuriko."

Oh. Now it made sense. Omi Sighed. "I'll try and patch it up for you. At least... Aya makes clean cuts..."

From the table, Aya's eyes suddenly lost their dark fury. He glanced over his shoulder, pain flashing for only an instant in violet eyes before he turned back to the table and turned his back on the others.

He would think of something...

Omi caught Aya's look and gave a small smile. At least some peace had been regained. "Come Ken-kun... We need to get up... Where's Yoji-kun?" He asked, pulling the brunette up along with him. The towel pieces were shoved in his hands as Ken hurriedly muttered something in Omi's direction.

"I trust you with these while I go get that ass out of bed! Excuse me for a minute..."

Omi blinked, but before he could move, or make a protest, Ken had bounded almost cheerfully out of the kitchen, recovering from the injury to his poor beloved pink towel rather quickly at the prospect of awakening the sleeping bear.

Manx gave a little disgruntled noise.

Omi sighed.

Aya kept thinking of ways to mend up the situation.

Manx suddenly shook her head and decided that she wasn't willing to wait any more. She might as well start this discussion with the only two of the group that ever seemed to take anything seriously.

"Any ideas of what you guys could do?" Manx asked, breaking the silence. "Florists are out of the question... Schwartz will be expecting that... Computer analysts won't do either Omi... You're the only one who can work one without breaking it." Omi sweat dropped.

"Ano... Manx-san... I..." He scratched his head and gave a weak smile. "I... actually..." (My baby broke.) He thought mournfully. "...I need a new monitor." It was said.

Manx's cool, calm expression twitched just slightly. "Bombay..." It was something like a growl. "We just got you that computer."

"Gomen... gomen... I know! I..."

"Their was a high pitched resonance that cracked the screen." Aya muttered coolly. "We have reason to believe that it was..." There was a slight pause. "...Nagi's doing."

Manx blinked.

Omi glanced at Aya sharply for a moment, wondering about the lie, and wondering exactly what Aya's intentions behind it were. His voice was so dark and completely serious, for a moment, Omi almost believed it himself.

Aya's gaze caught Omi's briefly.

His expression never changed, and his words continued to be dark. "Actually," he said coldly. "We have reason to believe there will be another one of these high pitched resonance attacks shortly."

From high above them, Yoji's scream shattered their calm silence.

"Oh." Manx smiled. "I see. I'll get you a new one shortly... with protection. And Bombay... if any more of these... attacks occur... Go to plan B."

Aya froze. Plan B? What the...? He glanced from Manx to Omi and back although his expression never changed.

Omi just nodded wainly... a bit of a smile starting to come onto his now relaxed face.

Aya didn't say anything, but shrugged to himself and turned back to the table.

"Hai, Manx. Demo, you were trying to think of places that we can go, since you think being another florist would be a bad idea?"

She nodded. "Suggestions would be nice..." She muttered. Omi understood that and searched his brain.

(We'd need money. We'd need ... public attention to keep Schwartz away... We need to keep Ken and Yoji distracted but happy...)

"Singers?"

Aya's head snapped up, his eyes a fraction of an inch wider, but definitely wider.

He didn't have a chance to pose an objection as Manx eyes lit up.

But before anyone could speak, Ken came tearing into the kitchen, doing a flying leap over the counter top in the middle of the kitchen and flying through the air before sliding on the floor. He dove to the ground behind Omi, crouching behind him before jumping back up and grabbing the kids shoulders, using him as a shield as Yoji came tearing into the room.

Omi couldn't help noticing a slight difference in the tall, older man's hair.

It seemed to be some what shorter, and just a little bit scragglier. Omi sweat dropped. He hadn't thought that was possible.

Yoji held a hunk of hair in a discarded pony tail holder and stood like just that awakened hibernating bear, ready to make Ken his first meal of spring.

He was too angry to speak, his face red and his eyes wide. "I... I... kiiiillll yooouuu!!" He never raised his voice, but each word was drawn out in a frightening way as he raised his arms over his head threateningly.

"Oi!" Ken cried. "You have to go through the kid to get to me!"

Omi let out a helpless shriek. "Oi!!! No bringing me into the middle of this!!!"

He squirmed in Ken's iron grip, but wasn't sure he entirely wanted to get out of the way as Yoji advanced on the pair of them.

"It's an improvement, Yoji," Aya said softly from the table, his eyes glinting.

That stopped Yoji. The anger washed away only to leave an image of broken dignity. His hands went up to his hair and he tugged at one of the strands.

"An improvement?" The voice cracked. Omi sighed.

"Yoji... it will grow back. I'll make sure that Ken never gets a hold of scissors again. I promise."

"Gimme a break!!" Ken yelped from behind them. "I had to think of way to get him back, but he wouldn't mind exposing himself--" Yoji let out a startled squawk. "So I had to think of something that would wound his dignity as much as mine!"

Yoji began to roar, but Manx cleared her throat quite primly. "A little too much information boys, but thanks ever so much for the mental images... if we could move on please!"

(Oh I'm so sure that was too much information for you, Manx-san.) Omi thought to himself as he noticed the little smile that was on her face. (Evil lady.) He shook his head. (Can I move now?) He gave a little shrug and found that Ken's grip hadn't loosened. He didn't like being used as a shield. And he really, really didn't like being held this way! His patience for all of this was gone now! "Oy! That's ENOUGH!"

Yoji froze, and Ken jumped, and Aya glanced up wide eyed. Even Manx looked a little started.

"Oi," Yoji muttered. "Angry Omi scary..."

Ken quickly let go of Omi's shoulders and hung back, whining slightly as he slipped into the chair at the kitchen table beside Aya and across from Yoji.

"Yoji. Sit. Down." Omi grumbled. He glared at Manx and she too went to sit down. "Good grief." Omi muttered. "Can we now have this meeting?" He waited. Silence greeted this. "Thank you." And then he smiled and his blue eyes lightened.

"Scary chibi." Yoji muttered again.

Manx glared at him slightly, distaste apparent in her eyes before she shook her head and turned back to Omi. "What was your last suggestion?"

Omi's lips parted, but he didn't get anything out before Aya had cut him off.

"I think we can think of something else," he said very, very quickly.

"What did Omi say?" Ken asked softly.

"Yeah, oh mighty leader, the chibi has good ideas every once in a while."

"Every once in a while?!?" Omi pouted. Ken and Yoji sweatdropped. Pouting Omi was not a good thing. It meant he would get his way... one way or another.

"'Oh mighty leader'?" Aya repeated a bit lost. His eyes darkened as the sarcasm clicked in. "Ajo!"

Yoji smiled at him sweetly before turning back to Manx. "So, sugar, what's on the roster for us today?"

Manx glared at him.

Omi let out a frustrated snarl and Yoji glanced at him, surprised. "Oi, the chibi is grumpy this morning."

"Only because I have to deal with you bakas!" Omi muttered darkly.

"He just can't stand seeing you in this new look of yours so early in the morning," Aya said blandly.

"Can you just tell us what Omi suggested for god's sake!" Ken finally shouted. Then he paused and blinked. "Woah! Aya? Are you okay man? That's like twice today that he's beaten Yoji down! Yahoo!"

Aya glared at him coldly and Yoji growled threateningly.

Manx threw up her hands. "I liked it better when you four didn't interact."

"..." Omi had nothing to say. "Since you have my input, I'm going to go mourn the death of my computer, go sew this thing up, and go hide all the scissors. Excuse me... Tell me when you guys have thought up of something." He pushed himself up and shoved the chair under the table. Then without another word, he walked out of the room.

It was funny, but in a way, Manx was right. After everything that had happened, things had changed. None of what had happened this morning would have been dreamed of a year ago when they first began. Once the four of them had been together, but they'd been nothing but strangers together in name only.

Now... he wasn't sure what they were.

Still, Whatever they all were together... they still gave him a headache. As he walked up the stairs Omi smiled wistfully.

(Funny family I have acquired.)

He slipped into his room and glanced once more at the cracked computer screen. It made him sigh, but he shrugged it off and set the pieces of poor Ken's towel onto the bed before trying to think of what on earth he was going to use to sew it together again for him. He'd need to buy pink thread that was for sure. He only had dark threads... blue, black... some whites and one spool of orange for Ken's mission sweater. Oh well. He'd figure something out. Wait... white. White might work. Yes... white would be fine.

Far below him, Ken's face had gone very pale. "Omi... suggested... WHAT?" Yoji's face broke into a huge smile.

"Omi suggested you become singers, in a band," Manx repeated calmly.

"Sugoi! When do we start?" Yoji's green eyes suddenly glazed over happily, the cut hair forgotten as he let his imagination run off with him. "Oh the success... oh the girls..." He sighed happily. "Omi's such a smart kid." He paused. "Didn't know the kid had it in him though..."

Upstairs Omi sneezed and pricked his fingers as he was threading the needle.

Downstairs, Aya was dying at the thought. He glared at Yoji coldly. "Die."

"Oh get that pole out of your ass Aya!" Yoji snapped back amiably, still in Lala land and not quite realizing what he said out loud! Ken did. And Backed away.

"Uh... have we all decided then?" He asked fearfully. "Singers... Aya? Don't kill him!"

Aya's hands paused in the slow movements he was making back towards the butchers block and glared at Ken. "I want no part in this," he said stoically.

"Don't be so modest." Manx purred. "I've been told that you have wonderful music skills from Aya-chan. Very good skills. And a voice to kill for."

Ken blinked.

Yoji blinked and turned pale.

Aya... blinked, turned red and then paled.

"She said what?" He asked softly.

"I think I'll go find Omi and tell him our decision... I mean... uhm I'll go find him and uh... tell him bad. Bad decision. We not sing. Holy shit! Aya...." Ken stammered something out and then went to hide as Aya glared him down and slowly advanced.

"Kso!" Yoji muttered suddenly. "Does that mean HE gets to be the lead singer?!?!?" He pointed angrily at Aya.

"We. Are. Not. Singing." Aya said with icy precision marking his every word. "I. Don't. Sing."

"Come now, Aya," Manx said simply. "We could always have you guys try out for Lord of the Dance."

Aya paled visibly.

"You guys would be so sexy in tights," she added simply. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind the tight exposure, Ken."

"I WHAT?" Ken squeaked. "Tight WHAT??? OMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! HELP!"

Upstairs Omi sneezed.

Aya was slowly backing away from Manx. "I am. not. doing. this."

Yoji grinned to himself as he stood and threw an arm over Manx's shoulders.

They grinned at Aya.

"I am not. doing. this."