A/N: This fic was inspiried by my personal participation in a large group
of performances of the Musical "Little Shop of Horrors". Being only a lowly
chorus member (as always) I had much back stage time to contemplate
things...specifically my brand new Weiss Kruez DVDs waiting for me at home.
Thus, this was spawned. Both "Little Shop of Horrors" and "Weiss Kruez"
belong to their respective owners, not me, and I have a felling this is
going to be a little slash...specifically Nagi/ Omi. Enjoy and please
R&R!^_^
Little Shop of Hor- Hey! They're Not Too Bad Looking! What Is This?(OR Little Shop of Bishonen) By Sora Saotome Chapter One
It was a bright spring day. Outside, in parks, birds were singing and flowers were blooming in spectacular arrays of color. Inside, the Weiss boys were suddenly very unpopular, and the shop...frighteningly empty.
Yohji sighed, his arms resting on the counter in boredom. The others were in similar positions around the room, though Omi was still trying to find things to do; to keep his hopes up. He carried several large pots from one side of the room, to the other, and back again. Afterwards, he went into a back room (not a Weiss affiliated one) and started to work on recording inventory. Ken mumbled something about him being insane and fell asleep on the table he was leaning on.
Hours later, Omi came rushing out with over-ordered stock in a large box. "Aya! Look, we've been ordering too much--" And of course, he tripped, falling face first into a box of now broken pots and plants. Yohji cracked up, but Aya rolled his eyes subtly, standing up and walking outside. Ken was still asleep.
Omi pushed himself out of the box, sighing sadly, "What happened to our daily admirers? They were are best--"
"And only," Yohji cut him off.
"Customers." Omi finished, picking up the box. At this point, Ken woke up, and noticed the box of now broken, over-ordered stock.
"What happened?" he asked, half sleepily.
"Omi's trying to keep spirits high by doing a freak show for us," Yohji joked, and Omi glared at him a little. But what was the point? The business was terrible, and none of them could figure out why.
Outside, Aya was giving strange looks to a group of three girls in matching outfits who were singing and dancing down the sidewalk. Weren't they going to buy anything?
Little Shop of Hor- Hey! They're Not Too Bad Looking! What Is This?(OR Little Shop of Bishonen) By Sora Saotome Chapter One
It was a bright spring day. Outside, in parks, birds were singing and flowers were blooming in spectacular arrays of color. Inside, the Weiss boys were suddenly very unpopular, and the shop...frighteningly empty.
Yohji sighed, his arms resting on the counter in boredom. The others were in similar positions around the room, though Omi was still trying to find things to do; to keep his hopes up. He carried several large pots from one side of the room, to the other, and back again. Afterwards, he went into a back room (not a Weiss affiliated one) and started to work on recording inventory. Ken mumbled something about him being insane and fell asleep on the table he was leaning on.
Hours later, Omi came rushing out with over-ordered stock in a large box. "Aya! Look, we've been ordering too much--" And of course, he tripped, falling face first into a box of now broken pots and plants. Yohji cracked up, but Aya rolled his eyes subtly, standing up and walking outside. Ken was still asleep.
Omi pushed himself out of the box, sighing sadly, "What happened to our daily admirers? They were are best--"
"And only," Yohji cut him off.
"Customers." Omi finished, picking up the box. At this point, Ken woke up, and noticed the box of now broken, over-ordered stock.
"What happened?" he asked, half sleepily.
"Omi's trying to keep spirits high by doing a freak show for us," Yohji joked, and Omi glared at him a little. But what was the point? The business was terrible, and none of them could figure out why.
Outside, Aya was giving strange looks to a group of three girls in matching outfits who were singing and dancing down the sidewalk. Weren't they going to buy anything?