Omi no Kiken
by Vanessa S. Quest
Disclaimer- If I owned Weiss do you really think I'd be sending out fanfics?! Come ON! Think of the orgies. No seriously, think of them. mmmm hot and steamy Aya and Omi. um. N/M! As you can see I do not own Weiss Kreuz as I am not Japanese and I do not make a lot of moneys.
A/N: This kinda was written partially while my computer was down around X- Mas time, so it'll be great for X-Mas 2004 or higher instead of '03 when it was started, ee? Onegai, Review!
What would happen if Omi met the Takatori clan before he was destined to kill them?
And what would happen if he didn't believe a word they said?
What would happen if Aya did. if Aya found out Omi was a Takatori before Omi knew?
Would Weiss stay the same? Would Omi kill his brothers or turn?
Anyway you look at it. Weiss just got one more complication to add into the mix.
WEISS! Omi no Kiken- Part 1 Moshi-Moshi, just who are you?
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Sunday- a day unlike no others at Koneko no Same Ie: Omi would open the store with one of the others helping him run shop and let him do deliveries, he'd make breakfast, and they would close at 6 giving him time to do his homework for Monday.
Well, this Sunday was a little different, a little more dramatic.
First thing Omi did, like he did every weekend morning, was wake up around eight, brush his hair and teeth, get into his jogging suit, work out and go for a power-walk/jog, come back to the apartment, take a long shower, get out by 9:30, still in time to make breakfast for everyone, eat his share, ready shop by 10:30 and open the gates by 11 when the second opener would join him.
At breakfast, a surprisingly awake Yoji sat at the table twenty minutes after Omi made breakfast.
"Yoji? What are you doing awake? I thought today was your day off."
Yoji smiled, "It is." His smile seemed more of lament then joy, ".I requested off and opened all week so I could get out of today's shift. It's. an anniversary." Yoji sighed a dreamy, distant smile that kept his eyes glassy and far away from the happy morning world.
Omi nodded, knowing perfectly well that Yoji never kept dating women long enough to need to consider any kind of anniversary other than an hourly or daily one. To need the foresight to plan one a week in advance suggested it was much less happy a holiday.
By default that would usually leave him with Aya, but today Ken would open with him. Aya would take Yoji's mid shift after doing his normal Aya-stuff. Whatever that was.
As if on cue, Aya came in through the kitchen, ignored them except for a replying "Hn" to Omi's cheery wish for a good morning to the grumpy bishounen.
On schedule, Omi left the room as Ken entered, still drying his hair from his shower and awaiting to eat his part of the breakfast. Omi cooked twice a week, roughly every four days, but he always made Sunday breakfasts, he was the first one up every day of the week, but during the working week it was usually only by fifteen minutes and between the missions, school, and all his rushing he had to do it was only fair that Aya cooked two weekdays, Ken picking up the other two weekdays- on the grounds that eating would be nice, and Yoji would make the Saturday brunch because the only way Yoji'd be up before 12 on a Saturday would be because he hadn't gone to bed yet from the night before. And 12's an optimistic number.
Omi arranged the flowers on the tables and hung up the freshly blooming winter flowers. As he was about to raise the gate, like clockwork, Ken came in and stretched sleepily; rubbing his eyes he threw on an apron and helped Omi raise the metal gate.
"Omitchi, today's going to be hell, ya know."
"Iia, actually, we probably shouldn't even open today and just take orders on the phone."
"E'? What do you mean Omitchi?"
"Ken-kun- we've sold all of our 'X-Mas' supplies."
"Really?" Ken's face grew with delight but soon fell into disbelief. "The holly?"
"Gone." Omi nodded.
"Mistletoe?" Same nod from Omi, "Christmas Roses? Wreaths? Poinsettias? Pines? Chestnuts?"
"Yes, we sold out of it all- we never even carried those last two Ken! Baka."
Ken laughed, "Yeah, just checking. so why would we get orders?"
Omi continued to roll his eyes and shake his head in mock disappointment, "Because we should be getting orders for roses to be delivered Christmas Eve or day."
Ken shook his head, "Good! Today isn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be. How many deliveries do you have to make? Maybe we'll close early."
"Aya-kun wouldn't like that Ken-kun!" Omi counted the receipts, "Not a lot at all, only three- but one's really big; it's Ouka's orders for some fancy reception hall. She said I should wait for her to come in though, because I'm going to need clearance to get in, I guess it's really elite." He shrugged.
Ken smiled thinking to himself; 'Ouka really takes him to the right places.'
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By noon, Omi was back from his deliveries, bringing back batches of cookies from a kind old woman who claimed to be friends with Mamoe.
Omi put the platter down on the table near the cash register with a sign that asked the costumers to please have one. He began to help Ken mop up some puddles formed after watering the plants.
Ouka came in just as Omi finished, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Omi-kun!" Ouka chimed as she wrapped her arms around Omi and gave a quick squeeze.
He blushed ferociously. "H-hai, Ouka. Ohayo! Do you want to warm up before I deliver these? We have some great treats one of Mamoe's friends baked for us." He bowed.
"No thank you, Omi! I'm stuffed- I had brunch with my papa before coming because he couldn't be there when we deliver the flowers to the hotel. You still plan on helping us arrange, don't you?"
"Of course." Omi smiled cheerfully, looking outside at the graying clouds. "We should hurry then, if the snow comes too soon the flowers might wilt."
"Hai! Arigatou Omi-kun!" Ouka followed Omi to his scooter.
"Ouka. didn't you get driven here?"
"I was dropped off. They'll pick me up at the Reception Hall." She slid on the scooter behind Omi, again wrapping her warm arms around Omi's lithe figure. Again arousing a blush from the young blond. The sold-out poinsettias, wreaths, Christmas roses, holly, and pear tree branches as well as several other Western flowers symbolic to the holiday.
"Ouka-san, may I ask, what is this party for?"
That made Ouka smile, Omi was curious about her! "It's a fundraiser for the Independent Primary."
He nodded, "Oro. That must be very important. I'll do my best to make sure everything looks satisfactory!"
Ouka squeezed again, "I know you will, Omi, that's why I insisted they hire you!"
Omi was very happy Ouka was in the back of the scooter at that instant, his face was so beat red it could compete with Aya's hair!
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After adding the finishing touches around the pillars leading into the reception hall, Omi wiped his forehead, looked around to spot Ouka and approached.
"Finished- so how does it look? Need any touch ups? Is there enough light?"
Her eyes sparkled as she entered the room and looked around, "Wow! It's beautiful! It's perfect Omi-kun!" She squeezed his hand. "I want to show this to the others!"
Quickly, Hirofumi and Masafumi were brought into the grand hall. Hirofumi nodded with satisfaction, Masafumi gave an indifferent smile. Ouka then brought Omi over. ".And he's the one who arranged it so nicely!"
Hirofumi took Omi's hand without looking to acknowledge him, "Nice job." He gave one more view of the room and then looked Omi in the eyes, as his eyes met he added a strong squeeze almost making Omi flinch at the sudden pressure.
Keeping the formality of the event at hand, Omi squeezed back slightly and released himself from the handshake.
"And your name was? .The company you work with?"
"Oh! Sumimasen! How rude of me! I'm Tsukiyono Omi, I work for Koneko No Same Ie." He lowered his head.
"Koneko No Same Ie? Very good, I think we'll be using your services again very soon." He looked to Masafumi who had an equally excited face as his brother Hirofumi. "Very soon."
Omi wasn't sure to be flattered or creeped out by that sudden burst. He had expected to go unnoticed by someone that important- a politician, and then a leading scientist like Masafumi! Here they are, two great leaders and they were praising his work, which frankly would look a lot better if Ken had tagged along to help.
"Well, if I'm finished I should be on my way. Thank you for your business. Please have a wonderful day and party!" He bowed once more and fled the hotel to go back to the shop, it was nearing 2 and Ken must have a rush by now.
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Omi reached the shop and spotted a mass of fan girls hovering around the outside of the shop. Obviously Aya had punched in promptly. Omi's shift would be over in another hour or after the rush calmed down, whichever came last.
Upon sight of Omi, Aya and Ken slipped into the backroom for a much-needed hiatus, and a 'watering canister and starting pot' officially.
Fifteen minutes back at the shop and two very familiar new customers came into the store, scaring away some of the lesser fan girls and almost all of the regulars.
"Mamoru? Mamoru are you alone?" Hirofumi chimed upon closing the door and presumptuously turning the sign to 'closed'.
".Yurusu watashi. I haven't seen any-"
"Mamoru! It is you!" Hirofumi encroached Omi, making him feel very uncomfortable. He noticed the sign out of the corner of his vision.
"E.excuse. me. you were from the Reception Hall- is something the matter. if so I can have someone come and look at it. hey- KEN.?"
Hirofumi hesitated. "I see, someone else is here. What are you store hours, and the phone number? Do you have a card?"
"Hai." Omi handed him the card. "Thank you for stopping in. have a pleasant day."
"We will Mamoru." Taking the card, and Omi's hand Hirofumi gave Omi another look over.
".My name is Tsukiyono Omi, Mister.?"
"Takatori. Takatori Hirofumi, and this is our brother Masafumi. don't you remember us?"
"Uh, Ken. I have some customers who need some ADDITIONAL assistance." Omi added, looking towards the backroom, a tinge of panic in his voice. Hirofumi released his hand and left the store, taking extra care to memorize the card.
Ken walked out just as the two brothers left, door still closed and sign still flipped. Omi dropped to the floor in a less than gracious lump. "Ken- kun. lock the doors, we're closing early."
Aya joined the two, emerging finally from the storage room with a smudge of dirt on his cheek and smeared handprints of dirt wiped across his apron. "Omi. What's going on? Did you fall and hurt yourself?"
"Nai. I. it's just. Some customers came off very threateningly to me." He wrapped his arms around his chest subconsciously, "I would prefer it if we closed. It's the Sunday before Christmas, I don't think anyone would be suspicious if we closed early."
Ken hesitated as Aya gave him a look that was the visual equivalent of "You heard him, now get off your ass and close the gate before I kick your ass."
Ken snapped himself from his reverie and closed the gate.
Omi tossed off his apron in a self-conscious jerk and walked into the kitchen giving the shop a look-around.
Aya and Ken gave each other a questioning look and walked up behind Omi, Aya removing his apron neatly, Ken crumpling his up and tossing it towards the rack creating a pile.
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"Omi, what's wrong? Who were they and what did they do.say.?" Ken was first to lead the inquiry, but Aya continued it strongly.
"What happened? Was it about Weiss?"
"I think Omi should stay home from school tomorrow. he really looks bogged down by this."
Omi's head was spinning, and the twenty-twenty really didn't help. He caught his breath and replied, "No! I have to go to school tomorrow! I have a HUGE test for AP Calculus! Ken! I'm an assassin! I can take care of myself--"
Aya raised his brow, "You're right."
Ken and Omi both did a double take. Aya continued, making Ken and especially Omi almost face fault. "You're an assassin. So I expect you to tie up loose ends- Ouka's in his class, right?"
"No. but Kaori is." Omi volunteered, not seeing the point.
"Then it's settled. Kaori will bring home your test and homework and you'll hand it in when you go into school next- after we check everything out."
Omi's eyes shrunk. "AYA-KUN! That's not fair! I'm not a child! Don't treat me like this!"
"Well, actually Omitchi," Ken peaked in, "you ARE technically a minor- and Yoji, Aya and myself your legal guardians."
"Oh. That's GREAT you're pulling age! I have the same if not MORE blood on my hands as each of you but I'm too young to know what I can handle. That's just. just. WONDERFUL! I'm so glad you can all make my decisions for me."
Aya raised his eyebrow. "Omi!" His voice wrapped around the short name so strongly that it had to be followed by a lecture- it's a rule or something. "You are by trade, not a child. You have done things no child could do. BUT by age and by law you are a child. An adolescent. And adolescents are known to be impetuous, and you right now are acting that way. I always have treated you as mature as you have acted but clearly right now you are ACTING childish and will receive treatment as such. Go to your room. You are missing school tomorrow."
Ken blinked. Aya. Aya paragraphed! AYA lectured?! He said more than two words and two of them weren't "Shi Ne" or "Die Now!" Ken didn't know if he could take this, he sat down in the kitchen chair in awe.
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TBC.
Oro. So how was that first installment? I liked it. This is brand new, hot off the presses, hasn't been finished. but it should be, so far I like the flow of the story. Is it too OOC or is it close to par? Please R&R! Hayaku! The faster you review, the sooner my muses sing SEQUEL or CONTINUE. or something. ^_^
Disclaimer- If I owned Weiss do you really think I'd be sending out fanfics?! Come ON! Think of the orgies. No seriously, think of them. mmmm hot and steamy Aya and Omi. um. N/M! As you can see I do not own Weiss Kreuz as I am not Japanese and I do not make a lot of moneys.
A/N: This kinda was written partially while my computer was down around X- Mas time, so it'll be great for X-Mas 2004 or higher instead of '03 when it was started, ee? Onegai, Review!
What would happen if Omi met the Takatori clan before he was destined to kill them?
And what would happen if he didn't believe a word they said?
What would happen if Aya did. if Aya found out Omi was a Takatori before Omi knew?
Would Weiss stay the same? Would Omi kill his brothers or turn?
Anyway you look at it. Weiss just got one more complication to add into the mix.
WEISS! Omi no Kiken- Part 1 Moshi-Moshi, just who are you?
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Sunday- a day unlike no others at Koneko no Same Ie: Omi would open the store with one of the others helping him run shop and let him do deliveries, he'd make breakfast, and they would close at 6 giving him time to do his homework for Monday.
Well, this Sunday was a little different, a little more dramatic.
First thing Omi did, like he did every weekend morning, was wake up around eight, brush his hair and teeth, get into his jogging suit, work out and go for a power-walk/jog, come back to the apartment, take a long shower, get out by 9:30, still in time to make breakfast for everyone, eat his share, ready shop by 10:30 and open the gates by 11 when the second opener would join him.
At breakfast, a surprisingly awake Yoji sat at the table twenty minutes after Omi made breakfast.
"Yoji? What are you doing awake? I thought today was your day off."
Yoji smiled, "It is." His smile seemed more of lament then joy, ".I requested off and opened all week so I could get out of today's shift. It's. an anniversary." Yoji sighed a dreamy, distant smile that kept his eyes glassy and far away from the happy morning world.
Omi nodded, knowing perfectly well that Yoji never kept dating women long enough to need to consider any kind of anniversary other than an hourly or daily one. To need the foresight to plan one a week in advance suggested it was much less happy a holiday.
By default that would usually leave him with Aya, but today Ken would open with him. Aya would take Yoji's mid shift after doing his normal Aya-stuff. Whatever that was.
As if on cue, Aya came in through the kitchen, ignored them except for a replying "Hn" to Omi's cheery wish for a good morning to the grumpy bishounen.
On schedule, Omi left the room as Ken entered, still drying his hair from his shower and awaiting to eat his part of the breakfast. Omi cooked twice a week, roughly every four days, but he always made Sunday breakfasts, he was the first one up every day of the week, but during the working week it was usually only by fifteen minutes and between the missions, school, and all his rushing he had to do it was only fair that Aya cooked two weekdays, Ken picking up the other two weekdays- on the grounds that eating would be nice, and Yoji would make the Saturday brunch because the only way Yoji'd be up before 12 on a Saturday would be because he hadn't gone to bed yet from the night before. And 12's an optimistic number.
Omi arranged the flowers on the tables and hung up the freshly blooming winter flowers. As he was about to raise the gate, like clockwork, Ken came in and stretched sleepily; rubbing his eyes he threw on an apron and helped Omi raise the metal gate.
"Omitchi, today's going to be hell, ya know."
"Iia, actually, we probably shouldn't even open today and just take orders on the phone."
"E'? What do you mean Omitchi?"
"Ken-kun- we've sold all of our 'X-Mas' supplies."
"Really?" Ken's face grew with delight but soon fell into disbelief. "The holly?"
"Gone." Omi nodded.
"Mistletoe?" Same nod from Omi, "Christmas Roses? Wreaths? Poinsettias? Pines? Chestnuts?"
"Yes, we sold out of it all- we never even carried those last two Ken! Baka."
Ken laughed, "Yeah, just checking. so why would we get orders?"
Omi continued to roll his eyes and shake his head in mock disappointment, "Because we should be getting orders for roses to be delivered Christmas Eve or day."
Ken shook his head, "Good! Today isn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be. How many deliveries do you have to make? Maybe we'll close early."
"Aya-kun wouldn't like that Ken-kun!" Omi counted the receipts, "Not a lot at all, only three- but one's really big; it's Ouka's orders for some fancy reception hall. She said I should wait for her to come in though, because I'm going to need clearance to get in, I guess it's really elite." He shrugged.
Ken smiled thinking to himself; 'Ouka really takes him to the right places.'
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By noon, Omi was back from his deliveries, bringing back batches of cookies from a kind old woman who claimed to be friends with Mamoe.
Omi put the platter down on the table near the cash register with a sign that asked the costumers to please have one. He began to help Ken mop up some puddles formed after watering the plants.
Ouka came in just as Omi finished, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Omi-kun!" Ouka chimed as she wrapped her arms around Omi and gave a quick squeeze.
He blushed ferociously. "H-hai, Ouka. Ohayo! Do you want to warm up before I deliver these? We have some great treats one of Mamoe's friends baked for us." He bowed.
"No thank you, Omi! I'm stuffed- I had brunch with my papa before coming because he couldn't be there when we deliver the flowers to the hotel. You still plan on helping us arrange, don't you?"
"Of course." Omi smiled cheerfully, looking outside at the graying clouds. "We should hurry then, if the snow comes too soon the flowers might wilt."
"Hai! Arigatou Omi-kun!" Ouka followed Omi to his scooter.
"Ouka. didn't you get driven here?"
"I was dropped off. They'll pick me up at the Reception Hall." She slid on the scooter behind Omi, again wrapping her warm arms around Omi's lithe figure. Again arousing a blush from the young blond. The sold-out poinsettias, wreaths, Christmas roses, holly, and pear tree branches as well as several other Western flowers symbolic to the holiday.
"Ouka-san, may I ask, what is this party for?"
That made Ouka smile, Omi was curious about her! "It's a fundraiser for the Independent Primary."
He nodded, "Oro. That must be very important. I'll do my best to make sure everything looks satisfactory!"
Ouka squeezed again, "I know you will, Omi, that's why I insisted they hire you!"
Omi was very happy Ouka was in the back of the scooter at that instant, his face was so beat red it could compete with Aya's hair!
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After adding the finishing touches around the pillars leading into the reception hall, Omi wiped his forehead, looked around to spot Ouka and approached.
"Finished- so how does it look? Need any touch ups? Is there enough light?"
Her eyes sparkled as she entered the room and looked around, "Wow! It's beautiful! It's perfect Omi-kun!" She squeezed his hand. "I want to show this to the others!"
Quickly, Hirofumi and Masafumi were brought into the grand hall. Hirofumi nodded with satisfaction, Masafumi gave an indifferent smile. Ouka then brought Omi over. ".And he's the one who arranged it so nicely!"
Hirofumi took Omi's hand without looking to acknowledge him, "Nice job." He gave one more view of the room and then looked Omi in the eyes, as his eyes met he added a strong squeeze almost making Omi flinch at the sudden pressure.
Keeping the formality of the event at hand, Omi squeezed back slightly and released himself from the handshake.
"And your name was? .The company you work with?"
"Oh! Sumimasen! How rude of me! I'm Tsukiyono Omi, I work for Koneko No Same Ie." He lowered his head.
"Koneko No Same Ie? Very good, I think we'll be using your services again very soon." He looked to Masafumi who had an equally excited face as his brother Hirofumi. "Very soon."
Omi wasn't sure to be flattered or creeped out by that sudden burst. He had expected to go unnoticed by someone that important- a politician, and then a leading scientist like Masafumi! Here they are, two great leaders and they were praising his work, which frankly would look a lot better if Ken had tagged along to help.
"Well, if I'm finished I should be on my way. Thank you for your business. Please have a wonderful day and party!" He bowed once more and fled the hotel to go back to the shop, it was nearing 2 and Ken must have a rush by now.
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Omi reached the shop and spotted a mass of fan girls hovering around the outside of the shop. Obviously Aya had punched in promptly. Omi's shift would be over in another hour or after the rush calmed down, whichever came last.
Upon sight of Omi, Aya and Ken slipped into the backroom for a much-needed hiatus, and a 'watering canister and starting pot' officially.
Fifteen minutes back at the shop and two very familiar new customers came into the store, scaring away some of the lesser fan girls and almost all of the regulars.
"Mamoru? Mamoru are you alone?" Hirofumi chimed upon closing the door and presumptuously turning the sign to 'closed'.
".Yurusu watashi. I haven't seen any-"
"Mamoru! It is you!" Hirofumi encroached Omi, making him feel very uncomfortable. He noticed the sign out of the corner of his vision.
"E.excuse. me. you were from the Reception Hall- is something the matter. if so I can have someone come and look at it. hey- KEN.?"
Hirofumi hesitated. "I see, someone else is here. What are you store hours, and the phone number? Do you have a card?"
"Hai." Omi handed him the card. "Thank you for stopping in. have a pleasant day."
"We will Mamoru." Taking the card, and Omi's hand Hirofumi gave Omi another look over.
".My name is Tsukiyono Omi, Mister.?"
"Takatori. Takatori Hirofumi, and this is our brother Masafumi. don't you remember us?"
"Uh, Ken. I have some customers who need some ADDITIONAL assistance." Omi added, looking towards the backroom, a tinge of panic in his voice. Hirofumi released his hand and left the store, taking extra care to memorize the card.
Ken walked out just as the two brothers left, door still closed and sign still flipped. Omi dropped to the floor in a less than gracious lump. "Ken- kun. lock the doors, we're closing early."
Aya joined the two, emerging finally from the storage room with a smudge of dirt on his cheek and smeared handprints of dirt wiped across his apron. "Omi. What's going on? Did you fall and hurt yourself?"
"Nai. I. it's just. Some customers came off very threateningly to me." He wrapped his arms around his chest subconsciously, "I would prefer it if we closed. It's the Sunday before Christmas, I don't think anyone would be suspicious if we closed early."
Ken hesitated as Aya gave him a look that was the visual equivalent of "You heard him, now get off your ass and close the gate before I kick your ass."
Ken snapped himself from his reverie and closed the gate.
Omi tossed off his apron in a self-conscious jerk and walked into the kitchen giving the shop a look-around.
Aya and Ken gave each other a questioning look and walked up behind Omi, Aya removing his apron neatly, Ken crumpling his up and tossing it towards the rack creating a pile.
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"Omi, what's wrong? Who were they and what did they do.say.?" Ken was first to lead the inquiry, but Aya continued it strongly.
"What happened? Was it about Weiss?"
"I think Omi should stay home from school tomorrow. he really looks bogged down by this."
Omi's head was spinning, and the twenty-twenty really didn't help. He caught his breath and replied, "No! I have to go to school tomorrow! I have a HUGE test for AP Calculus! Ken! I'm an assassin! I can take care of myself--"
Aya raised his brow, "You're right."
Ken and Omi both did a double take. Aya continued, making Ken and especially Omi almost face fault. "You're an assassin. So I expect you to tie up loose ends- Ouka's in his class, right?"
"No. but Kaori is." Omi volunteered, not seeing the point.
"Then it's settled. Kaori will bring home your test and homework and you'll hand it in when you go into school next- after we check everything out."
Omi's eyes shrunk. "AYA-KUN! That's not fair! I'm not a child! Don't treat me like this!"
"Well, actually Omitchi," Ken peaked in, "you ARE technically a minor- and Yoji, Aya and myself your legal guardians."
"Oh. That's GREAT you're pulling age! I have the same if not MORE blood on my hands as each of you but I'm too young to know what I can handle. That's just. just. WONDERFUL! I'm so glad you can all make my decisions for me."
Aya raised his eyebrow. "Omi!" His voice wrapped around the short name so strongly that it had to be followed by a lecture- it's a rule or something. "You are by trade, not a child. You have done things no child could do. BUT by age and by law you are a child. An adolescent. And adolescents are known to be impetuous, and you right now are acting that way. I always have treated you as mature as you have acted but clearly right now you are ACTING childish and will receive treatment as such. Go to your room. You are missing school tomorrow."
Ken blinked. Aya. Aya paragraphed! AYA lectured?! He said more than two words and two of them weren't "Shi Ne" or "Die Now!" Ken didn't know if he could take this, he sat down in the kitchen chair in awe.
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TBC.
Oro. So how was that first installment? I liked it. This is brand new, hot off the presses, hasn't been finished. but it should be, so far I like the flow of the story. Is it too OOC or is it close to par? Please R&R! Hayaku! The faster you review, the sooner my muses sing SEQUEL or CONTINUE. or something. ^_^
