Morning. Sweet, blessed morning. He had actually
slept true sleep that night.... It was a miracle. Though the previous conflicts
with Ran and Schuldich still haunted his mind, Schatten pushed them aside,
sacrificing them to the day. It was Sunday, and in the afternoon they would
likely be busy- it seemed that the 'fangirls', as Yukito called them, liked
best to come to the shop on Sundays and see them, as it was their one truly
free day before the school week began again. It would be busy, indeed...
and it would seem even more so due to the fact that Danny would not be
there. The bible-thumper always insisted on taking Sundays off in order
to 'get closer to god', and the rest of Weiss never insisted on him staying.
Religious conflict was, usually, avoided at all costs....
As the day dragged on, they were eventually
swarmed by customers of the fangirl kind. 'Customers' meaning, of course,
young girls who came into the Maneki-Neko and pretended to be buying flowers,
while they were in actuality gawking at the members of Weiss. It would
be rather funny, if it weren't the fact that it was utterly annoying.
Schatten sighed inwardly as he was smothered
by one particularly irritating fangirl and what seemed like a thousand
of her friends, who were questioning him about a pot of tigerlillies. Though
his mental shields were up- it was crucial, at times like this- the thoughts
still filtered into his mind. Mental sighs and swoons and murmurs of "Oh,
gods, he's so hot" pounded in his brain, and as he clenched his teeth in
frustration he told himself that he would -have- to take some painkillers
later. But now... now was not the time.
"I'm sorry, miss, what was that you were saying?"
he said softly as he flashed a smile, attempting to charm the girl who
was tugging at your sleeve. "I didn't quite catch that...." Fangirls or
not, they were still 'customers'... No matter if they were giving him a
complete and utter headache, he had to 'assist' them.
It must been then that Julian noticed the
pained look on his face, because he cleared his throat and announced in
his most authorative and businesslike tone, "Hey! Buy something, or get
out! And I mean NOW!"
For a moment, everyone froze.... Then, grumbling,
the fangirls filtered out of the shop, disappointed looks on their young
faces. Eventually, the small place was completely empty save for three
exhausted, annoyed, headachy Weiss members.
"Damn, I hate Sundays," Schatten grumbled
as he leaned against the counter, closing his eyes and reaching up to massage
his temples. "Why oh -why- does Danny -insist- on skipping out on us these
days? It doesn't make -sense-...."
"You're whining," Julian murmured dryly, taking
a glance about the shop. It seemed so empty now that he had chased the
children out.... "And, you know exactly why he takes the days off. When
he gets home tonight, -don't- go chasing him down and bothering him about
it; I don't want you two getting into a fight. Again. You know he always
kicks your ass, so there really isn't much point." When Schatten opened
his mouth to protest, Julian shot him a glare. "No, don't even say it.
You know I'm right. You should know -better- than to get into a fistfight
with him...."
"Yes," Yukito added, winking at Schatten with
an enormous grin on his face. "It isn't very smart to get into scraps with
people who can't feel pain.
The telepath groaned, shaking his head. "Yeah,
yeah, I know- you don't have to rub it in. Gods, you-" He was interrupted
then by the sound of the bell on the door of the Maneki-Neko jingling as
someone stepped into the shop. It looked as if, perhaps.... This day wasn't
over quite yet.
