Disclaimer: I do not own the Weiss Boys.

"You know, now that I have this on, it doesn't feel too bad. It's roomy, allows me to maneuver easily, and the color matches quite well. Thank you, Omi." Yohji said, glancing over at the youngest member.

Aya glared from the couch, his own 'demeaning' garb on. "It's a skirt."

"Its proper name is a kilt, Aya." Omi reprimanded. "Besides, I would think that you would mind the least. You are the most active out of all of us, and use a sword. Now you'll just fit in with the locals better."

"The locals do not use katanas, they use halberds, bastard swords, or claymores."

"Ah, quit yer whinin'. At least yer in black." Yohji quipped.

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"Nagi, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Farfarello's kilt of his nationality?"

"Yes. Why?"

"If we're supposed to be protecting this King, then wouldn't it be wiser if we didn't broadcast his nationality? The royal guards will not be too keen on an old enemy protecting him."

"So we take our chances, and explain to them that it's an international emergency that he have our protection. If they don't like that answer then we can give them a more physical one."

"Yes, but wouldn't it just be easier for Schuldig to make him want to have our help?"

"I agree", the German said from his chair "It would be much easier to make the person controlling them to convince them that we are there to help, rather than trying to make the masses welcome us first."

"Okay, then how are we going to get an audience with the King?"

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Manx saw the foursome off at the airport, guiding them to their personal jet. She kept glancing at the assassins, trying to keep a straight face, but a small smirk kept on playing across her lips. The sight of them all wearing kilts of various tartans, authentic right down to the socks, and shoes was… unusual but at the same time appeasing.

"May you have a safe flight."

Aya scowled, catching that she was still smirking, but the others thanked her, and hoped she didn't miss them too much.

At the same airport on the other side of the terminal…

"What do you mean, you won't let me board the plane?" Farf asked the officer.

"I'm sorry sir, but you are acting highly suspiciously, and, no offense, you don't look…" he was interrupted by Schuldig.

"But officer, I can vouch for him. He's a great guy once you get to know him. He's harmless. Really." He smiled widely, tapping into the man's brain at the same time.

"Okay… if you say so." The officer scratched his head, then stepped aside.

"Now I remember one of the reasons we keep you around." Nagi said, "Maybe it will be easier to see him than I thought it would."

"Harmless?" Farf asked

"Well, what else would you expect me to say? That it was an accident that you have all those scars, and that your eye's gone? As if he would have believed that nonsense?"

"He believed the nonsense you fed him, didn't he?"

"Oh quiet down." Crawford said, "You'll disturb the other passengers."

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"My Lord! My Lord!" A young man came running into the self-proclaimed king's room.

"What?" William scowled.

"My Lord, we have just received a… a rather distressing letter."

"And?"

"Sire?"

"Well what does it say?"

"It… it says… stop this foolishness at once or there shall be dire consequences."

"FOOLISHNESS?" He kicked a stool as he rose to his feet. "Who sent that? Who is calling me a fool?"

"A man calling himself 'Mamoru Takatori.'"

"What did you say his last name was?" William whispered

"Uh… T- takatori."

"There are no others! Only ME!" He glared at the messenger. "Find out what you can about this… Mamoru. I don't want to see you again until you do. GO!"

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"Achoo!" Omi sneezed, then shivered.

"You're not coming down with a cold, are you?" Ken asked

"No, I don't know where that came from."

TBC

Author's note: for people who don't know about certain things. When someone sneezes once, it usually means that someone else is talking about them, and if someone shivers for no apparent reason, it means that someone or something has just walked across their would-be grave.