Omikun
Started 05/06/01
What I Want
Part Five
Gimme a Break!!!
It seemed the weather indisposed customers. Except for its clerks, the Koneko was empty. Desperately empty. Yohji sighed. It wasn't good for them. How could they get money without any customer? And their little night job wasn't going well too. They had had no mission for almost a whole long month. And Yohji was getting bored. It's not that he liked to work… Of course not… But this forced total inactivity was killing him.
Somehow he was quite relieved that those girls who had witnessed his misadventure were not here to remind it to him. He was sure now that the story had gone round the whole bunch of high schools of Tokyo. He tried hard not to think about it, but it was hopeless. He would have to live with the idea that on this one day he had been the most ridiculous man in the world. He sighed again. How could he manage that? He had been through hardships and had always survived. But right now it seemed to him that this one case was impossible. He just kept viewing the whole scene again. It was really disturbing. And he had nothing, absolutely nothing to keep his mind at work. He was growing mad. Another sigh.
"What about the… Hey! Yohji! Wake up, man!"
Yohji's elbow slipped on the table and his head fell. He felt a glance. Ken was staring at him. he realized that maybe his friend had talked to him and he had not answered. Apologetic smile.
"You were saying?"
Ken frowned . He didn't like that idleness. He was an active man! An athlete! And Yohji knew he was suffering from this inactivity too.
"You know, Yohji, I don't think we'll have any customer now. What about shutting the shop?"
Yohji sat straight. Close the shop? What a supra good idea! This way he could go and find some chick unconsciously waiting for him at some bar… He would have fun! At least some action!
Ken laughed when he saw his renewed energy. He knew Yohji perfectly and must have guessed his thoughts. Yohji was aware of that but it didn't bother him, on the contrary he liked not to have to explain everything to his friend. He had the best friends on Earth. And to think they had an argument only two days ago.
Since the minute Ken had left the table, Yohji had wished he had shut his big mouth. He regretted everything. When he had gone to see Omi, the kid was crying. He had had too much pressure, and Yohji had been the last straw. He apologized, hold him tenderly in his arms till the sobs had ended, kissed him on the forehead and had asked to take his shift for the shop. Omi first didn't believe him, then disagreed, and finally capitulated. Yohji could really be stubborn, and he knew some day off was vital for his young friend. Omi had thanked him, and Yohji went to the shop, waiting for Ken. He wanted to tell him how much he was sorry for this stupid behavior. But Ken had stayed out all day long, till late in the evening actually. Yohji had been quite worried because it wasn't in the lad's habits. Aya felt concerned too, he knew that. Even though he said nothing and showed nothing, Yohji had seen him stand at the door of the shop watching if Ken was coming back. Yohji had mentally laughed, for the leader of Weiss tried to hide his feelings, but he couldn't fight them. and what was really funny was that he was always pretending to water flowers… the same flowers each time. Those poor plants had been watered at least 8 times this one day. Of course it had been fatal. And Aya…had taken great care to throw them away without being noticed. It wasn't on counting on Yohji. He saw everything and knew everything. He was the most perceptive member of Weiss. And he was quite proud of that.
Then Ken had finally come back. It was almost midnight, and Aya had welcome him with a scold. Ken had blushed, Aya was boiling. Omi was sleeping. Yohji had come and told Aya it was the very proof he cared much for Ken. Both of them had blushed. I had burst into laughter. Ken had come to me… and apologized. He had apologized for the boxers, for not seeing he was wrong, and for having laughed when Yohji had fell on the floor in front of all those girls. Yohji had listened attentively to the little speech. He had smiled at Ken, and apologized for having blamed Ken and not himself, and for his cruel and unjustified behavior. Both of them had smiled, then laughed. Aya had harshly said to shut up, Omi was sleeping. And everything went right.
Yohji smiled at the memory of this event. It sure was a very good one. He had never felt that close to his friends. He loved them. And this happiness was what he had needed for ages but had not found. Now it was here… except that he was seriously getting bored.
Yohji and Ken went out of the shop and were about to shut it when they heard the phone ring. They exchanged glances.
"What do we do?" Yohji wanted to go as quick as possible, but he felt Ken would have his own opinion, and he didn't want to abandon his friend.
"We need the money…" Ken hurried to the phone.
Yohji sighed and leant against the door of the shop, lighting a cigarette. Sure some money would be a benefit… at least to buy some food… they had been forced to watch carefully to their spending, just in case the situation didn't improve. Yohji didn't want to starve and thus loose his sex appeal being skinny.
"Moshi moshi! Koneko no Sum…"
Yohji frowned. Ken had suddenly interrupted and turned white. The boy listened carefully to what his interlocutor was saying. Then he took a pencil and noted down the order. But Yohji felt there was something wrong. He was silent, and as pale as a dead. He hanged up the phone without thanking the customer or nothing. It was definitely strange.
As ken didn't reacted, Yohji felt he had to press him a bit.
"Oi! Ken! Doshita?"
Ken startled and looked at Yohji with a I-don't-know-what-to-do look. He finally decided to utter a few words.
"A special delivery…"
"And? What else?"
"… I'll tell Omi and Aya to come…"
As Ken took the phone and called their friends, Yohji wondered what was going on. Ken really seemed shocked by the call, and it was unusual. It couldn't be a mission, for neither Manx nor Birman would have called… So what? An enemy? Schwarz? Yohji doubted it… Ken had said it was a special delivery… A wedding? Maybe they had to prepare the flowers for the century's biggest wedding, and had to finish the job in a short lapse of time. Yohji prayed that it wasn't that… everything but working hard with such a heat, should he be skinny!
"Aya will be here in 10 minutes, and Omi was sleeping in his room…"
"Was?"
"The phone woke him."
As if he had known they talked about him, Omi appeared in the shop, only wearing his pajamas. He was rubbing his eyes and was almost sleeping as he tottered.
"Now that's unfair, Ken-kun! You know I've been learning my math lessons all night long for the exams!"
"Go and dress up, Omi. We've got a meeting in the basement in 10 minutes."
Omi frowned. He slowly realized something went wrong. He went back to his room.
Ken was anxious. Yohji was looking at him from the corner of his eyes.
"I guess you won't tell me what's going on?"
Ken sighed.
"I'd rather have to tell this only once… so wait for the others… onegai…"
"Ok. Now go in the meeting room and prepare your speech. I'll wait for Aya."
Ken smiled shyly and left. Yohji was feeling nervous, and he didn't like that. He was used to missions… to killing people… to the possibility of being killed… but not to the wait before what seemed to be bad news.
Less than 8 minutes after they were in the basements. Aya was even darker than usual and was fixing Ken with a wondering look. Omi was dressed up, but had put his short inside out. Yohji was smoking against the wall, and Ken was pacing up and down. When Aya started to groan, he stopped and talked.
"We had a call… we've got a delivery."
Omi frowned. Yohji laughed.
"I thought it was our job…"
Ken's glance was terribly serious.
"The customer is… Schuldig."
They all gasped. Their minds started to work with the speed of the light.
"Schu…Schuldig? From Schwarz?"
"Thought ya were more clever Omi… of course it's that Schuldig. See Ken's reaction! But what I want to know is whether he called the shop knowing who we were or not…"
Yohji had a point here. Maybe it was only a coincidence…
"He knows who we are… called me Kenken…"
They all started to think on their own. Aya broke the silence.
"What did he want?"
That was Aya for you. Always practical. He always went straight to the point.
"He wants us to deliver flowers… especially one of us…"
Ken looked at Yohji, and Aya and Omi followed the gaze. Yohji gasped.
"M…me?"
Kuso! What did the psycho want to do? Play with him again? Harass him? Yohji had already suffered several of his attacks, and had the luck to have escaped them all… but he wasn't sure he would win forever… Schuldig was much stronger than him, but the German enjoyed difficulties. Yohji knew the more he fought, the more the redhead enjoyed the game. But one day the Schwarz guy would get bored with the preliminaries… and would take him willing or not. That would mean rape, for Yohji would never sleep with a guy, especially with this bastard. He shivered at the thought.
"It's certainly a trap…"
Omi looked really preoccupied now, and Yohji thought he was evaluating all the possibilities. But what kept his attention was Ken's expression. He was hiding something.
"Do suru?"
Their leader took things in hand.
"Omi… you check the address. See if there's something unusual."
"Hai!"
The kid took the paper where the address was noted from Ken's hands and went to his computer.
"Ken, you prepare the composition."
Ken nodded. He seemed reassured by Aya's confidence.
"Yohji, you mind the shop."
"Uh? But…"
Aya's threatening glance.
"Ha…hai!"
"I'll tell Kritiker. And tomorrow, we'll all do the delivery with our weapons, but we'll wear our working suits."
They all nodded and parted.
"It's the red building on the left."
Omi pointed at a large building. It was seemingly very old, and badly kept. The district was very poor. As a private, Yohji had often had the opportunity to come there, and had rather never come back. It was an unhealthy place, filled with junkies and killers. He wondered if Schuldig didn't expected them not to even reach the flat where they had to deliver the flowers. Or maybe he had hired a group of furyos to fight them… but Yohji doubted it. He knew well enough the German to know that he would rather take care of them on his own.
The car stopped. Aya turned the key and put it in his pocket. It would be disturbing if a bastard stole his car. Aya would hunt him till the end of his days.
The redhead took his katana wrapped in a cloth and turned to Omi, who had managed to hide his darts under his shirt. Yohji had his watch, the most convenient weapon in this case. But Ken had to give up his bugnuk. It would have been too noticeable to see him wear gloves with this heat. But he wasn't without defense. Aya had consented to lend him another katana he had. The chocolate-eyed man wasn't at ease with this weapon, and Yohji hoped he would be fine.
"The flat is rented since 2 years by a young woman and her child. She seems to be clean, but I can't say for sure… no direct connection with Schwarz… even with their previous bosses… but maybe we're not supposed to reach the point of delivery…"
Yohji smiled. The kid wasn't a dumb. They all had to be very careful before entering the building. They started for it. Aya and Omi soon disappeared. They had to check the exits. Yohji and Ken waited some meters from the entrance, waiting for their signal. Yohji took advantage of the wait to have a look at Ken. The young man was carrying the flowers. He seemed determined but anxious.
"What are you hiding?"
Ken blinked. He turned into a resigned look.
"After all that I'll have to confess something to you…"
They received the signal and entered the building. The flat was four stories above. They carefully reached the right floor and met their two friends in front of the right door.
"Everything seems ok. Maybe it's only a delivery…"
Yohji thought Omi was too optimistic. Schuldig sending flowers to a woman? It was hard to imagine. And asking his worst enemies to deliver them? It was impossible.
"Get ready."
Yohji took the flowers from Ken. After all he was the one who was supposed to deliver them. He knocked at the door, and all of them took hold of their weapons.
A feminine voice answered behind the door.
"Yes?"
"Konnichiwa. Hanaya-san. Delivery."
Yohji wasn't in the mood to pretend to be nice.
"A delivery? Wait…"
They heard key turning in the lock, and the door opened on a young and charming European woman. Yohji gasped. The woman watched him and stopped dead.
"Masaka… Yohji?"
Yohji was totally taken aback. He didn't expected to know the woman they were supposed to deliver Schuldig's flowers. Both of them were looking intensely at the other, while the other Weiss members were witnessing the event, gaping and wondering what was going on.
"Yohji… you know her?"
Yohji nodded. He didn't know who spoke and it didn't mattered. This situation was too weird for him.
The woman finally reacted. She smiled and invited them inside.
Aya was about to deny the invitation, but Yohji was already inside. He groaned and the three of them followed their elder.
"You just can't imagine how I'm happy to see you! And puzzled too… but so happy! Come in! Wait, I'll take the flowers… feel at ease! You are his friends? Yes? Good! Come and have a sit! I'll prepare some tea…"
The woman was very excited, and thus talked very fast. Yohji entered the main room and felt sorry for her to live in such a place. It was small and dirty.
"We haven't met for some time! You remember my name? Sylvie!"
"Shi… Shirubi?"
She giggled.
"You never managed to pronounce it correctly!"
All of them were in the room, and didn't know how to behave. Actually only Aya was still aware of a potential danger. He was standing next to Yohji, then went to the window to keep an eye on the outside as well as the inside of the building. Ken and Omi sat on the bed. Yohji was definitely nervous. He understood nothing. And the others seemed to be in his case. He was trying to find an explication, but no one satisfied him. Then he saw the child.
Ken and Omi were playing with a small child that had come to them from nowhere. It was a very young boy, blond with green eyes, a smile constantly on his face. Ken and Omi smiled back as the kid was playing with Ken's key ring. Yohji had a very strange feeling.
"I wanted to see you again, to tell you…"
Sylvie had came back from the kitchen and was standing close to Yohji. He looked at her. He half expected what she was about to say, but he couldn't admit it. He couldn't admit the truth.
Aya had stopped scrutinizing the place and was now staring at Yohji with a look his friend had never seen. He had understood what Yohji refused to understand. His heart was beating vehemently.
"What the…"
Ken and Omi rose their heads. They were feeling something too, and threw inquisitive looks. The child jumped on Ken's lap and smiled broadly to everybody. Yohji thought he was beautiful.
He took his courage in both hands.
"He's your… son?"
"Yes. And yours."
His heart stopped to beat.
Aya, Ken and Omi were gapping, speechless. They never had expected to witness that someday… and particularly that day among others. They looked at Yohji, then at the kid, back at Yohji…
"Yohji-kun is… father?"
Yohji shivered at Omi's words. No. It was impossible. He couldn't… could he? Sure he had… but…no! How can he…how would he… what can he…
A thousand questions filled his mind all at once. He still couldn't admit the truth. Yet as he was looking at the child, he thought there was something about him that reminded of Yohji. They had the same jade eyes… the same natural beauty…
Aya cut short his wondering state asking Sylvie how did she knew Schuldig.
"Schuldig? But how…"
"The flowers."
She went to fetch the card that went with the flowers. She read it and smiled.
"Schuldig… He's a friend of yours? Just two days ago he fainted in front of my door. I couldn't leave him lying in the street, so I brought him in."
Yohji was paying attention to the conversation. His gaze was stuck on the child that was pulling Omi's hair. This child was his son? They had expected a violent fight, and now he had a son? It sounded impossible.
"Are you sure he's mine?"
Sylvie, who was talking with an angry Aya, looked at Yohji, blushing furiously.
"Quite, yes."
Yohji was still petrified by the news. The cheerful child was laughing loud. Of course he couldn't realize what was being said. And anyway he was much too preoccupied to torture Ken's nose.
"Omedetou, Yohji-kun!"
"Yeah! It's great!"
Omi and Ken's smiles comforted him and gave him some of his strength back. However he started to stammer.
"But but but what am I supposed to do?"
"Whatever you want. I just wanted you to know."
The woman pressed his shoulder. He saw she was anxious too, and it was because of him. He had to take hold of himself. Everything would be fine. He just needed some time to think about it. His whole world had suffered a deep change, and he had to find the way to handle it. How old could be the kid? He hadn't seen Sylvie for 3 years… and they had lived in such an unhealthy place all this time?
He took a paper in his pocket, wrote something and hold the paper to Sylvie.
"It's my phone number. Call me."
It was the first time he gave his number to a woman.
She nodded. He started for the door, and the others followed him. As he was opening the door, he had a glance backward, at his son.
"What's his name?"
"Alexandre, or Alex."
"Arekusu… I'll come back soon."
They walked silently in the corridor. Yohji was fixing the floor, while Omi and Ken were looking at him, and Aya was anticipating for danger. They emerged from the building. Yohji stopped, looked at the bright sky, and said at his friends' surprise:
"I owe Schuldig one."
But why had their enemy did something for Yohji? Had he expected it to be embarrassing for Yohji? Or maybe it wasn't for Yohji, but for Sylvie. Yohji couldn't believe that the psycho could be grateful. Yet Sylvie seemed to like him the way she talked about him. Really, Yohji had never had such an exhausting day!
"I need a cigarette…"
"Oi! Yohji-kun! You should stop smoking now!"
"Now?"
"Yeah, Omi's right! You're going to show him the wrong example!" Ken was smiling broadly.
"Hey! I never said I would take care of him!"
Both assassins grinned. They knew he was lying. An argument broke between the three of them as Aya went to the car. They suddenly heard their leader curse. Aya was unsheathing his katana as he was looking for something in the street.
"Oi! Aya! Doshita?"
"One of those bastards has burst the tires of my car! If I catch him I'll…"
They all came to the car. The four tires were flat.
Yohji sighed, consternated. They had no money, and couldn't even take the chikatetsu. They would have to walk home under a hellish sun. It would take hours. And after that they would have to open the shop…
Suddenly Yohji felt his strength abandon him. He opened the car and conveniently lied down on the back seat to have a rest. He folded his arms behind his head and sighed. He wanted this tiring day to end.
-Part Five_owari-
hehehe…I wrote this coz I wondered how Yohji would react if he learnt he had a child…and of course I couldn't help but add some funny lines…I rather like the end, don't you? Among all the wk bishounen, Yohji is my fave (he shares the first place with Omi). Another very complicated character… the more complicated they are, the more I like them!
For those who may wonder, I'm not Sylvie. She's French coz I wanted to add an European character, and well…I know French people the best! (how come? =P). Sylvie is the name of an old friend of mine whom I lost sight of very suddenly, I don't know why and I never was able to contact her. I hope you're happy, Sylvie! You had such a beautiful smile! You taught me to be genki! And I thank you for that and for these 2 beautiful years spent with you!
And thanx for all of you who reviewed my fic! ::glomps:: I tried to change it a bit to make it easier to understand. Is it better? Sorry I had written this part quite a while ago now, and I couldn't rewrite it! See you in part 6! I'll post it in about one week!