Almost Doesn't Count
Prologue
The sky was gray and cloudy, raining heavily. It was, of course, the perfect day for a funeral. There wasn't anyone there except for four men all starring down at the fresh grave. One, the youngest, was sobbing on a brunette's shoulder, who in turn was crying quite loudly. Another, a lanky blonde, was leaning against a tree, tears in his own eyes. The last, a redhead on his knees was silently starring up at the sky. There were no tears on his face, only anger. There were no sobs in his throat, only silence, for it was his sister that they had just buried.
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They returned home to find a pale young girl sitting on their doorstep with a duffel bag held close to her chest. None of them recognized her even though they all knew who she was. She was to replace the girl they had just lost only days before. Omi pulled her to her feet and they went inside without speaking.
Aya went straight to his room; Youji went out saying something about cigarettes, leaving Omi and Ken to deal with the new comer. They sat in the living room; she toyed with the straps of the bag while Omi made tea.
"My name," She began, "Is Roxy Hunter. I was sent here by Manx to replace one of your members."
"I'm Omi and this is Ken. Youji is the one that just went out and Aya's the one that went upstairs," Omi gave her a patient smile, "Manx probably told you about the Koneko and everything, right?"
"Yeah." She said blankly.
"You are an assassin?" Ken asked her bluntly.
"Yeah." She said monotonously, as if she was used to being questioned.
"What do you fight with?" Ken asked her curiously.
Roxy opened up the side pocket of the duffel and pulled out leather bound set of daggers. There were ten in total, all gleaming in the bright light, all had a diamond incased in the hilt with the letter 'R' carved in it, "They are good for close up and long-range."
"How old are you?" Omi asked as she returned the daggers to her bag.
"17."
"I suppose you'll be attending school with Omi. I guess you should share his room. Too bad for me, but it's lucky for you, bishounen. (1) " Youji said as he passed through the room.
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As Youji decided Roxy was to stay with Omi. After unpacking a series of expensive looking clothing and letting Omi play with her daggers Roxy went downstairs and began to prepare some Mushroom soup.
A few moments later Aya entered the kitchen and sat at the table completely ignoring her. He opened the newspaper and watched her from behind it, casually turning the pages. Roxy continued what she was doing as if she didn't notice. When the soup was finished Roxy plunked a bowl down infront of Aya before going upstairs for Omi to show her how to work his computer and such.
"She'll never be good enough," He told Youji when he entered a few minutes later.
"Sure she will." Youji smiled.
"If my sister wasn't good enough then she wont be good enough." Aya said as Youji sat down next to him and took his soup.
"This isn't about your sister anymore, Aya. This about the fact that we were short a member and we're not anymore. Besides, we are the White Knights and she is our damsel is distress." Youji gave him a mischievous smile.
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"I have to go meet a friend for an hour or two, Roki-san (2). You can do that or whatever. Maybe Youji will show you around the Koneko or something." Omi gestured to the computer screen where Roxy was playing Star Craft just so he didn't feel as though he had wasted her time, "I have the opening shift tomorrow, would you help out?"
"Yeah sure." She said as she logged off and went downstairs with him to where Youji sat with Aya.
~Fin
(1)- Bishounen means Pretty Boy in Japanese
(2)- Roxy in Japanese is Roki