Disclaimer-Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me. It is not mine.
Prologue ÒI didnÕt start this catering business to deal with this kind of interference.Ó the woman shouted.
The man next to her smiled. ÒYou worry too much, beautiful. We just summoned you here to make sure all of our arrangements were in order. You did get hired to provide food for the Mardi Gras celebration, yes?Ó he asked.
She sighed. ÒYes. We are supposed to be completely set up at the location in just a couple days. All I ask from you now is to leave my sisters and I alone.Ó she told him.
The man smirked at her again. ÒSuch a waste. All that beauty wasted on such a cold fish, although you are very nice on the eyes.Ó he teased.
ÒI mean it! Stay the hell away from us! I have done as you have asked. ItÕs time for you to stick to your side of the bargain.Ó she said.
ÒFine, so be it. You may leave now. I will be in contact again when you are needed.Ó he told her.
The man smiled lecherously at the young woman striding away, watching her waist length black wavy hair brush against her shapely back. As beautiful as she was, it was a shame that she was disposable to their plans...
ÒGeez, howÕs a guy supposed to get any work done with you guys interrupting me every second? I swear this place would fall apart without me.Ó Yohji commented.
ÒYouÕve been in here for at least an hour, Yohji. It doesnÕt take that long to fix a broken bathtub faucet.Ó Omi told him.
Twisting the wrench around, Yohji shrieked as he was suddenly blasted by water from the shower head. He turned it off quickly, grumbling to himself. Omi tried to stifle his laughter as he handed his friend a towel to dry his hair.
ÒWell, I think I finally got it now. Thanks, Omi.Ó Yohji said.
ÒNo problem. Hey...didnÕt you tell me you had plans this weekend?Ó Omi asked.
Yohji smiled at the reminder. ÒDefinitely! IÕm going to go out to Mardi Gras, add a couple more notches to my belt. The rest of you should come too. It would be a nice change from the flower shop.Ó Yohji said.
Omi blushed. ÒI could never be as free with myself as you are, Yohji. IÕve heard about what goes on at that festival.Ó he told him.
Yohji grinned. ÒThatÕs the reason IÕm going! Alcohol flowing like water and gorgeous young women flashing onlookers to get beads. Sounds like heaven to me.Ó Yohji said.
Omi shook his head with a sigh as he followed Yohji back into the shop. He would never understand these guys that he lived with. He could know them forever and there would still be mysteries to unravel. He was closest to Ken and Yohji and wished that he and Aya could communicate better. Aya was so cold and serious all the time and cut himself off from pretty much everyone else. Despite that, he was a very good leader and had never led them astray on missions.
Omi had been a killer for such a long time that it seemed it was the only lifestyle he really understood. He had long since turned off his emotions when it came to defending justice, against the carnage he and the others caused their targets.
They each dealt with their problems in their own ways, Omi by submerging himself in computer research, Ken by devoting himself to co-managing the flower shop, Yohji by trying to break a worldÕs record in the romance department and Aya saving up all his aggression for their targets. It was not a perfect life, but the four of them had grown to accept it. At least we have each other, Omi thought, and thatÕs something.
The old woman that owned the place had taken a liking to them over the years, grateful that their popularity with the female crowd helped her business bloom, in a sense.
It had been awhile since they had been sent out on a mission, and it was hard to tell whether that was a good thing or not. All Omi knew was that he was exhausted from the dayÕs work and was going to take a nap during his lunch break.
Sitting his apron and baseball cap on the coffee table he curled up on the couch, thanking the person that covered him with a blanket. His eyes opened with surprise as he looked upon their leaderÕs assistant Manx.
ÒManx! How are you?Ó he asked her.
She reached towards him and stroked his blonde hair affectionately.
ÒIÕm sorry to have to disturb your nap, but Persia has a mission for Weiss. The others should be along shortly.Ó she told him.
The young woman crossed her arms over her chest as the rest of the group filed into the room quietly. She sighed inwardly as Yohji made his usual pass on her. He was harmless enough. If he wasn't such a playboy, she was sure she would have no problem falling for his charms.
Ken was next, sitting down on the couch, and lastly Aya, who stood in a corner of the room against the wall with his eyes closed. All of their attention quickly focused on the screen that came on before them.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Your target is a group of three men and one woman. We have only pictures of the men at this time, because we believe the woman is cooperating with them against her will. These men have been gathering materials to put together a homemade explosive device that could do a great deal of damage if used in the way they are planning. I want the four of you to go to this year's Mardi Gras celebration, posing as a rock band, to stop this evil menace. Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." Persia said.
Yohji looked back as Manx as the screen went blank. "A rock band?" he asked.
"Yes. Everything has already been set up for you. Persia decided that this would be the best way to get close to the target without them expecting that they were being targeted. We have already arranged a show for you at the heart of the celebration outside the most popular restaurant in the city. This is where the target is expected to strike, in one of the floats in the parade. So...are all of you in?" Manx asked.
Omi frowned. "I am for sure. I'm not going to allow some maniac to hurt a bunch of innocent people." he said.
Yohji grinned. "I had planned to go anyways so you just saved me money on plane fare." he said.
Ken looked over at Aya. "Well, I know Aya and I are in. He and I have the same opinion about bombers." he said.
"I can speak for myself, thank you. What about the woman? Is she a target too?" Aya asked.
"She was only included because she is helping them, but otherwise she is not a threat. It would actually be a better idea to find out who she is to get to the others easier." Manx said.
Aya nodded, agreeing completely, completing the group in agreement.
Prologue ÒI didnÕt start this catering business to deal with this kind of interference.Ó the woman shouted.
The man next to her smiled. ÒYou worry too much, beautiful. We just summoned you here to make sure all of our arrangements were in order. You did get hired to provide food for the Mardi Gras celebration, yes?Ó he asked.
She sighed. ÒYes. We are supposed to be completely set up at the location in just a couple days. All I ask from you now is to leave my sisters and I alone.Ó she told him.
The man smirked at her again. ÒSuch a waste. All that beauty wasted on such a cold fish, although you are very nice on the eyes.Ó he teased.
ÒI mean it! Stay the hell away from us! I have done as you have asked. ItÕs time for you to stick to your side of the bargain.Ó she said.
ÒFine, so be it. You may leave now. I will be in contact again when you are needed.Ó he told her.
The man smiled lecherously at the young woman striding away, watching her waist length black wavy hair brush against her shapely back. As beautiful as she was, it was a shame that she was disposable to their plans...
ÒGeez, howÕs a guy supposed to get any work done with you guys interrupting me every second? I swear this place would fall apart without me.Ó Yohji commented.
ÒYouÕve been in here for at least an hour, Yohji. It doesnÕt take that long to fix a broken bathtub faucet.Ó Omi told him.
Twisting the wrench around, Yohji shrieked as he was suddenly blasted by water from the shower head. He turned it off quickly, grumbling to himself. Omi tried to stifle his laughter as he handed his friend a towel to dry his hair.
ÒWell, I think I finally got it now. Thanks, Omi.Ó Yohji said.
ÒNo problem. Hey...didnÕt you tell me you had plans this weekend?Ó Omi asked.
Yohji smiled at the reminder. ÒDefinitely! IÕm going to go out to Mardi Gras, add a couple more notches to my belt. The rest of you should come too. It would be a nice change from the flower shop.Ó Yohji said.
Omi blushed. ÒI could never be as free with myself as you are, Yohji. IÕve heard about what goes on at that festival.Ó he told him.
Yohji grinned. ÒThatÕs the reason IÕm going! Alcohol flowing like water and gorgeous young women flashing onlookers to get beads. Sounds like heaven to me.Ó Yohji said.
Omi shook his head with a sigh as he followed Yohji back into the shop. He would never understand these guys that he lived with. He could know them forever and there would still be mysteries to unravel. He was closest to Ken and Yohji and wished that he and Aya could communicate better. Aya was so cold and serious all the time and cut himself off from pretty much everyone else. Despite that, he was a very good leader and had never led them astray on missions.
Omi had been a killer for such a long time that it seemed it was the only lifestyle he really understood. He had long since turned off his emotions when it came to defending justice, against the carnage he and the others caused their targets.
They each dealt with their problems in their own ways, Omi by submerging himself in computer research, Ken by devoting himself to co-managing the flower shop, Yohji by trying to break a worldÕs record in the romance department and Aya saving up all his aggression for their targets. It was not a perfect life, but the four of them had grown to accept it. At least we have each other, Omi thought, and thatÕs something.
The old woman that owned the place had taken a liking to them over the years, grateful that their popularity with the female crowd helped her business bloom, in a sense.
It had been awhile since they had been sent out on a mission, and it was hard to tell whether that was a good thing or not. All Omi knew was that he was exhausted from the dayÕs work and was going to take a nap during his lunch break.
Sitting his apron and baseball cap on the coffee table he curled up on the couch, thanking the person that covered him with a blanket. His eyes opened with surprise as he looked upon their leaderÕs assistant Manx.
ÒManx! How are you?Ó he asked her.
She reached towards him and stroked his blonde hair affectionately.
ÒIÕm sorry to have to disturb your nap, but Persia has a mission for Weiss. The others should be along shortly.Ó she told him.
The young woman crossed her arms over her chest as the rest of the group filed into the room quietly. She sighed inwardly as Yohji made his usual pass on her. He was harmless enough. If he wasn't such a playboy, she was sure she would have no problem falling for his charms.
Ken was next, sitting down on the couch, and lastly Aya, who stood in a corner of the room against the wall with his eyes closed. All of their attention quickly focused on the screen that came on before them.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Your target is a group of three men and one woman. We have only pictures of the men at this time, because we believe the woman is cooperating with them against her will. These men have been gathering materials to put together a homemade explosive device that could do a great deal of damage if used in the way they are planning. I want the four of you to go to this year's Mardi Gras celebration, posing as a rock band, to stop this evil menace. Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." Persia said.
Yohji looked back as Manx as the screen went blank. "A rock band?" he asked.
"Yes. Everything has already been set up for you. Persia decided that this would be the best way to get close to the target without them expecting that they were being targeted. We have already arranged a show for you at the heart of the celebration outside the most popular restaurant in the city. This is where the target is expected to strike, in one of the floats in the parade. So...are all of you in?" Manx asked.
Omi frowned. "I am for sure. I'm not going to allow some maniac to hurt a bunch of innocent people." he said.
Yohji grinned. "I had planned to go anyways so you just saved me money on plane fare." he said.
Ken looked over at Aya. "Well, I know Aya and I are in. He and I have the same opinion about bombers." he said.
"I can speak for myself, thank you. What about the woman? Is she a target too?" Aya asked.
"She was only included because she is helping them, but otherwise she is not a threat. It would actually be a better idea to find out who she is to get to the others easier." Manx said.
Aya nodded, agreeing completely, completing the group in agreement.