Ibara no Mayaku ( Drug of Thorns )

Author: Shura
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Warnings: Violence and angst in later parts.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Weiss, but sadly, I don't... ._.
Notes: There is no romance in this, except for occasional Yohji flirting. And there's a little ( rather humorous ) secret to the OC I made.
Some action and humor in this part. Wai!

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Six people were present in the basement of the Koneko no Sumu Ie. It was the four members of Weiss, ready to go in their assassin gear, Manx, in her usual style as she checked everyone, and Shima in her own wear. It consisted of black pants, a black shirt with sleeves just above the elbows, and a vest over that. Her hair was tied in the back loosely. She had goggles on her head. From her shoulder hung a sniper gun that seemed a tad bit heavy and large for her size. With this style, she emitted an androgynous feel.

Once they confirmed that they were ready with their weapons and plan, they were off.

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While Aya, Yohji, and Ken went inside the medium sized, white colored building, Omi and Shima stayed on the roof top of one of the smaller neighboring buildings. The computer boy, as usual, was doing the hacking to disarm any security systems present, which turned out to not be many. The cooperation itself was not that big.

Shima, on the other hand, was perched at the edge of the rooftop, positioning her gun against the rim as she wore the goggles she had brought with her and peered at the targeted building through the windows. The gloves on both hands allowed a sure grip on the firearm as well as a maintenance of balance.

The three others were inside the building, and running into bodyguards and such individuals that seemed determined to get in their way. Surprisingly, or should I say expectantly, the men fell to the ground one by one before any of them could do anything productive or harmful. Of course, this was the job of a certain sniper. She had excellent aim, even through old windows. As a result, the three assassins, each holding their own complex thoughts, made a smooth way to their target that was at the end of the hallway on the top floor.

As the three were headed in that direction, an unexpected guest arrived at the rooftop where now Shima alone was. Omi had left to follow his teammates, leaving Shima alone to do her job if any other help was needed. The guest was one of the bodyguards who actually had some brain to figure out what was causing his co-workers to fall dead. He had a gun in hand and randomly started shooting as he spotted the sniper's figure.

At this, Shima hurriedly released her gun that was locked in place and did her best to avoid the flying bullets, which was actually not that hard of a task due to the fact that the guy wasn't even really aiming. With one graceful move she made her way over to him, kicking the gun he held out of his grip as well as his reach.

And as if the man didn't have enough, now he came at Shima with a survival knife. The sniper, half rolling her eyes at the sight, jumped back as the man came towards her - but had underestimated his speed, since whee! There went the front of her vest and shirt. Sliced right down the middle.

Gray eyes bugged out at the unexpected event, as a hint of red rose to normally peachy and healthy looking skin. With a minor growl, a hand reached into one of her pant pockets to retrieve a handgun. It was aimed quickly at the man - one shot in the throat, one shot in the forehead. He went falling without a single sound arising from his mouth.

"Mou." Shima seemed to pout as she took both sides of her torn clothing and put them together with her hands and held them there as she went over to her other gun perched on the side of the roof, where it was pretty unstable. When she had finished retrieving the gun and setting it down onto the surface of the rooftop for safety, the sound of approaching footsteps were heard. Before she had time to close her torn clothes, the youngest member of the group burst in. Or out, to be technically correct.

"Shima-sa--" He stopped in mid sentence as his sapphire hued eyes were glued to the front of her clothes - or her chest, if you wanted to speak directly. His jaw seemed to drop as well.

"A…aa, Omi-kun." Shima could only smile sheepishly at the moment. Then, she heard other footsteps, probably the ones belonging to the other assassins, and pulled the boy out of his trance. "Omi-kun!"

When the bronze blonde came back into the world of the concious, he noticed what Shima wanted to say, as he saw the little X mark she made with her fingers. Nodding, even though he was still in a state of shock, he went over to the door that connected to the rooftop.

Shima quickly, as Omi stopped the other three, gathered her things and held the front of her clothes with a hand. After she was finished with that process, she went over to the shocked one and the confused four, peering at them with her gray eyes, having a small sheepish smile on her lips.

"Ano, does anyone have a jacket I can borrow?"

And this was how Ken's mysterious orange shirt actually became useful for once.