"Oi, Ken, watch out for that pot!"
CRASH!
"Gomen nasai!"
"Ken-kun!"
CRASH!
"G-gomen ne!"
"Ken, if you drop that can-
SPLASH!
"Omi-kun, take this before I-
BANG!
"BLOODY HELL!"
"Y-yoji-kun! I didn't see you there!"
Hidaka Ken sat in the middle of the Koneko before the shop opened, surrounded by pottery shards, water, and a good amount of potting soil as well. Kudou Yoji crouched next to him, holding his bruised head, while Tetsuyono Omi leaned against a broom and groaned. Fujimiya Ran stood in front of Ken, glaring down at him with his arms crossed. Ken looked up through his disheveled brown bangs and cringed.
"Ken. It's 7:00 in the morning. The shop isn't even open. Do you think I'm asking too much of you? Is it too hard to move the carnations to the front of the room? Is there something wrong with your hands?"
"Iie."
"I see. So there's nothing wrong with your hands. Is it your legs maybe?"
"Iie."
"Curious. I wonder what it could be that makes Ken so clumsy. Perhaps it's the fact that both his shoes are untied."
Ken looked towards his feet. "Would you look at that. My shoes are untied." He blushed and retied his Sambas before standing up. Ran snorted in disgust and set himself behind the cash register. Yoji tottered off to find an aspirin and comfort his head with a pack of cigarettes. Omi began sweeping up the dirt while Ken sighed and bent down again to pick up the bigger clay pieces. As he stooped to collect a particularly heavy fragment, a flash of bright orange caught his eye. He straightened quickly and moved to the window, peering outside at a familiar form walking down the street.
"Omi?"
"Eh?"
"Isn't that Schuldich outside?"
"Doko?" The blonde youth came to stand beside Ken.
"On the sidewalk, coming towards the Koneko."
"Yeah, I think it is."
Ken absentmindedly reached for his claw, grabbing Omi's shirt in the process.
"Ken-kun! Yamete!"
"Eh?"
"Let go of my top!" Ken looked down and realized what he was holding.
"Oh, gomen Omi." He rubbed his head thoughtfully, gazing out the window with his brow furrowed. Omi looked up at him in confusion, from Ken to Schuldich and back to Ken.
"Ken-ken.Ken-kun." Omi waved his hand in front of Ken's face, worried. The brown-haired assassin snapped out of his reverie and shook his head as if to clear it. He gave Omi a false smile and turned away from the window.
"Wow, I must be really tired, I'm spacing out big-time today."
Omi raised his eyebrows warily. "Hai, and you're more clumsy than usual." Ken gave a genuine laugh before bending down to resume cleaning. At that exact moment, the front door opened, the bells rang, and a harsh German voice called out.
"Konnichiwa!" Aya looked up and surveyed Schuldich with distate. Omi waved in reply and Yoji popped his head around from the back room, cigarette hanging from his mouth. It took him a moment to figure out what was going on, but then it registered in his brain and his face broke out in a wide grin.
"Ohayo, Schu!" Yoji gave him a half hug while Aya snorted.
"If you're not buying anything, leave."
Schuldich shrugged good-naturedly and picked up a bonsai tree that was lying on a table to his right.
"Then I'll buy this." Aya frowned and grabbed the pot from his hands, muttering darkly as he rang up the sale. Yoji rolled his eyes and turned back to his friend.
"Where've you been, Schu? You never visit us anymore!"
"And you're complaining?"
Omi sighed and threw the swept-up dirt into a large trash bag. "Aya- kun, can't we all get along?"
Aya narrowed his eyes as he put the bonsai tree into a new container. "No, Omi, because this isn't an episode of Sesame Street." Omi gave up and shook his head. Schuldich regarded Aya with level eyes for a moment until the redheaded Weiss looked away.
"I've been busy, Yo-tan."
"Busy with what?"
The Schwartz mind-reader shook his finger and winked. "Sore wa himitsu desu!"
"It's a secret my ass!"
Nothing out of the ordinary, tomodachi. But I have news for you.
Good news?
Very. Ken watched the silent conversation, inwardly wishing he knew what the two assassins were saying, but outwardly busying himself with a flower arrangement.
So spill it.
Farfarello will be gone tomorrow, then Nagi on Monday for a week and a half. If Crawford's busy enough in his office, we'll be free for the day, and maybe next week.
Sugoi! We still need to check out that new club on Tenkyo. And then hit the usual stops, since you've been gone for a while.
Sounds good. Your kitten is watching us. Don't look at him now, just glance over casually when he turns his head.
Kenken? He's not MY kitten, but I think he's a little bishonen anyways. He's probably afraid of you still.
Of me? Schuldich laughed inside Yoji's mind, the foreign sound making him wince.
"So, how about it, Yoji?" The sudden spoken phrase made Ken jump, and Schuldich had to restrain another laugh.
Yoji took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a ring of smoke towards his flustered younger partner. "Sure, I'll call you later.
Sorry this chapter is so short; I'm trying to get out what I can before da holidays. Don't worry, the plot is slowly unfolding! ^^ Please remember to review!
CRASH!
"Gomen nasai!"
"Ken-kun!"
CRASH!
"G-gomen ne!"
"Ken, if you drop that can-
SPLASH!
"Omi-kun, take this before I-
BANG!
"BLOODY HELL!"
"Y-yoji-kun! I didn't see you there!"
Hidaka Ken sat in the middle of the Koneko before the shop opened, surrounded by pottery shards, water, and a good amount of potting soil as well. Kudou Yoji crouched next to him, holding his bruised head, while Tetsuyono Omi leaned against a broom and groaned. Fujimiya Ran stood in front of Ken, glaring down at him with his arms crossed. Ken looked up through his disheveled brown bangs and cringed.
"Ken. It's 7:00 in the morning. The shop isn't even open. Do you think I'm asking too much of you? Is it too hard to move the carnations to the front of the room? Is there something wrong with your hands?"
"Iie."
"I see. So there's nothing wrong with your hands. Is it your legs maybe?"
"Iie."
"Curious. I wonder what it could be that makes Ken so clumsy. Perhaps it's the fact that both his shoes are untied."
Ken looked towards his feet. "Would you look at that. My shoes are untied." He blushed and retied his Sambas before standing up. Ran snorted in disgust and set himself behind the cash register. Yoji tottered off to find an aspirin and comfort his head with a pack of cigarettes. Omi began sweeping up the dirt while Ken sighed and bent down again to pick up the bigger clay pieces. As he stooped to collect a particularly heavy fragment, a flash of bright orange caught his eye. He straightened quickly and moved to the window, peering outside at a familiar form walking down the street.
"Omi?"
"Eh?"
"Isn't that Schuldich outside?"
"Doko?" The blonde youth came to stand beside Ken.
"On the sidewalk, coming towards the Koneko."
"Yeah, I think it is."
Ken absentmindedly reached for his claw, grabbing Omi's shirt in the process.
"Ken-kun! Yamete!"
"Eh?"
"Let go of my top!" Ken looked down and realized what he was holding.
"Oh, gomen Omi." He rubbed his head thoughtfully, gazing out the window with his brow furrowed. Omi looked up at him in confusion, from Ken to Schuldich and back to Ken.
"Ken-ken.Ken-kun." Omi waved his hand in front of Ken's face, worried. The brown-haired assassin snapped out of his reverie and shook his head as if to clear it. He gave Omi a false smile and turned away from the window.
"Wow, I must be really tired, I'm spacing out big-time today."
Omi raised his eyebrows warily. "Hai, and you're more clumsy than usual." Ken gave a genuine laugh before bending down to resume cleaning. At that exact moment, the front door opened, the bells rang, and a harsh German voice called out.
"Konnichiwa!" Aya looked up and surveyed Schuldich with distate. Omi waved in reply and Yoji popped his head around from the back room, cigarette hanging from his mouth. It took him a moment to figure out what was going on, but then it registered in his brain and his face broke out in a wide grin.
"Ohayo, Schu!" Yoji gave him a half hug while Aya snorted.
"If you're not buying anything, leave."
Schuldich shrugged good-naturedly and picked up a bonsai tree that was lying on a table to his right.
"Then I'll buy this." Aya frowned and grabbed the pot from his hands, muttering darkly as he rang up the sale. Yoji rolled his eyes and turned back to his friend.
"Where've you been, Schu? You never visit us anymore!"
"And you're complaining?"
Omi sighed and threw the swept-up dirt into a large trash bag. "Aya- kun, can't we all get along?"
Aya narrowed his eyes as he put the bonsai tree into a new container. "No, Omi, because this isn't an episode of Sesame Street." Omi gave up and shook his head. Schuldich regarded Aya with level eyes for a moment until the redheaded Weiss looked away.
"I've been busy, Yo-tan."
"Busy with what?"
The Schwartz mind-reader shook his finger and winked. "Sore wa himitsu desu!"
"It's a secret my ass!"
Nothing out of the ordinary, tomodachi. But I have news for you.
Good news?
Very. Ken watched the silent conversation, inwardly wishing he knew what the two assassins were saying, but outwardly busying himself with a flower arrangement.
So spill it.
Farfarello will be gone tomorrow, then Nagi on Monday for a week and a half. If Crawford's busy enough in his office, we'll be free for the day, and maybe next week.
Sugoi! We still need to check out that new club on Tenkyo. And then hit the usual stops, since you've been gone for a while.
Sounds good. Your kitten is watching us. Don't look at him now, just glance over casually when he turns his head.
Kenken? He's not MY kitten, but I think he's a little bishonen anyways. He's probably afraid of you still.
Of me? Schuldich laughed inside Yoji's mind, the foreign sound making him wince.
"So, how about it, Yoji?" The sudden spoken phrase made Ken jump, and Schuldich had to restrain another laugh.
Yoji took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a ring of smoke towards his flustered younger partner. "Sure, I'll call you later.
Sorry this chapter is so short; I'm trying to get out what I can before da holidays. Don't worry, the plot is slowly unfolding! ^^ Please remember to review!
