Notes: I finished Kapitel just before I started writing this fic, so I didn't find out so much about the OVAs, and Gluhen, and the manga stuff until after this was done. So after a little editing, I decided to just put it up like this. We're just going to say that they're in the big pink RV mode of life, but during the story, they've stopped back at the Koneko briefly to visit Aya-chan, Sakura, and Momoe-san. Or something. Please don't criticize how close (or, I guess, how far) I am from canon. I'll ignore you if you do that.
Otherwise, I'd love to hear any comments. Thanks very much to Flash Roses and BlueFreesia for their reviews.
Aya
Aya wondered how he would spend the rest of his life. Take Aya-chan and go somewhere warm, find a job…Aya frowned. He did not want to find another job in construction. The last time he had taken one, but he was secretly just a little glad when he decided to quit and return to Weiss. Of course, he was mostly worried about his sister then, but somewhere he had rejoiced—only a bit, mind—that he no longer had to be degraded by the construction bosses for carrying a coil of wire the wrong way or nailing a beam a hairsbreadth crooked. He knew they were just baiting him, because Aya's perfectionist expectations were already pretty high. He had found himself thinking of Weiss that day, and imagining what Yoji would have done with the wire or Omi with the nail, had they witnessed the boss's punishments for Aya.
No matter what, though, Aya wanted his sister to have a home, and perhaps finish up the schooling she had before the incident. Aya-chan was a very smart girl, after all, and that should not be wasted.
He was also unsure of what to do about Sakura. She had told him she would expect nothing of him, after she learned his story, but somewhere, he held a bit of affection for the girl, which he grudgingly admitted was a form of rare friendship. In quite a different way than his friendship with Yoji and Omi and Ken, of course.
Aya sighed, thinking he might possibly miss his fellow florist-assassins more than a little. He had missed them last time he left. Only a little though. He knew they all had their own lives to live. Omi was probably going to get some top-level job in Kritiker, maybe, now that he was almost done with school. Ken would go back to being a soccer coach, in Australia perhaps. Yoji…Aya was not terribly sure what Yoji would do. Probably find some flat, live off of his assassin's fortune, and pick up girls at bars. Either that, or go back to being an investigator, though Aya highly doubted Yoji would do that kind of work again. Yoji would have to hate himself quite a bit to force himself back into investigation, with the memories it gave him—and Aya knew that, while Yoji suffered, he rarely waxed self-destructive.
Not like me, the swordsman thought grimly. Though it was much better now. Aya-chan's presence, a reminder of his success in keeping his promises, and Sakura's company, a reminder that he could be loved by someone, made him much less moody than before.
Occasionally, he found himself smiling and laughing. It had been a long time since he had been comfortable like that. He shrugged now, thinking he really should be planning his future instead of reminiscing over his past. Outside, the sun shone down gently, as Aya-chan ran out the Koneko's doors to meet Sakura. The two of them moved back inside, smiling blissfully.
"Onii-san?" Aya-chan looked at her brother in concern.
"Is everything all right, Ran-san?" Sakura demanded, now concerned as well.
"Aya-chan…" said the brother. "How would you like to leave Tokyo and go somewhere warm?" Aya-chan smiled.
"You mean…for a vacation? Oh! We should go to Hokkaido, and we could bring Sakura-san and Omi-san and Ken-san and Yoji-san…" Her eyes shone. "Can we really?"
"I…I'll see," replied Aya-Ran, trying not to disappoint his sister. He definitely did not want to confront her with the idea of really truly leaving Tokyo, to never see Weiss or Sakura again, probably. Aya-chan, meanwhile, hugged him.
"You are the best onii-san ever! Sakura-san and I are going to the movies now. We'll be home in two hours."
"Nn." Aya-the-swordsman answered, making a noise of approval.
Soon, Sakura and Aya-chan had giggled their way from the store.
"Aya-kun!" Omi half-shouted and half-whined as he entered from the back, holding a large potted calla lily. "I could use a bit of help!" Aya went quickly to take the plant and move it to the large pink trailer as Omi directed.
"What are you going to do, Omi?" the redhead asked. Omi looked confused.
"I'm going to ready the store for the afternoon schoolgirls, like usual." Aya sighed.
"I meant…do you think you're going to leave Weiss?"
"Oh." An unsure look crept into Omi's eyes. "I don't know yet. We've got two days, haven't we?" Aya shrugged.
"Eh. Just wondering."
"Have you decided already, Aya-kun?" Aya flipped through all his thoughts from the afternoon as he stood, silent, before Omi.
"Yes," he said finally. There was a longer silence, as Omi gave him a most convincing so-are-you-going-to-tell-me-what-you-chose look, and Aya simply remained expressionless. Finally, the swordsman gestured towards an incomplete display of violets. "I'll go get some more of those." And he vanished into the back room.