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Kousei
By princessofplanets and Angel
E-mail: princessofplanets@hotmail.com and taura12@hotmail.com
Part: 6 / ?
Alex's flush deepened as a familiar face appeared from under the barrier as another familiar, younger, voice commented embarrassedly, "Yoji-kun, is that ALL you think about?"
"Of course not!" the older man shot back irritably. "I think about cars and clothes too!"
Yoji stood with a flourish to greet the new customers and proclaimed 'hot woman'. Just as he was about to say something, a low voice from the back room yelled for him to come and help. Groaning about his bad luck, the man rushed into the back room, leaving an exasperated Alex. "Do NONE of my friends have any manners?!"
"Seika-san!" Omi, a seventeen year old with boyish looks and a cheerful disposition said in happy surprise. "What are you doing in London?"
Alex smiled, though it was a little forced. "Work, as usual. And you?"
"We're opening a branch here in London," nineteen-year-old Ken explained as he walked by with a cactus precariously balanced in his arms.
So in other words someone hired them to kill someone, the woman translated with a silent sigh. Her friends didn't even know that she knew they were assassins; one of her main jobs in Tokyo along with investigating murder cases was to cover up the murders of Weiss at the orders of their boss, Persia.
From the back a huge crash was heard followed by a deep voice yelling, "YOU IDIOT! THE SOIL GOES INTO THE POTS, NOT ONTO THE FLOOR!!!!"
"WELL, IF YOU HADN'T BUMPED INTO ME, I WOULDN'T HAVE DROPPED IT!" The two voices continued to scream insults at each other, as Alex sighed.
Ah, young love.
Ken sweatdropped. "Ignore them. They always fight. Would you like to buy something, or did you just to stop by to visit?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "If you are, don't tell Aya. He hasn't been a good mood lately."
"When is he EVER in a good mood?" asked Touya, dryly.
"Well, he's happy when…or when…or…good point."
"You know, I bet the poor guy's in a bad mood because he's never received flowers. We should get him some." Alex said cheerfully. I have to talk to Yoji-san about that.
Both Ken and Omi shook their heads emphatically. "He'd kill us if we took our own merchandise for him."
"I could pay for it."
"It wouldn't make a difference," Omi said. Just then, the door jingled. A bouncy blonde bounced in.
"HIIIIII! Areyouthenewhotflowerguys? OOOOH! Threehotguys! Oh wait…you're the guy who was screwing the other guy on the couch. You're out. But YOU TWO!!!" She latched onto Ken's arm, which was holding the cactus. It wobbled, almost hitting Omi, who dived out of the way. Ken, meanwhile, was losing circulation in his arm.
"Um…someone? Anyone? Help? I can't feel my arm anymore!"
"IF YOU'RE NOT BUYING ANYTHING, GET OUT!" snapped a low, authoritative voice from the backroom. A tall, red-haired man stalked out of the backroom, followed closely by Yoji, who was wearing a contented smirk.
"OOOOOH! Two more hot guys!"
Alex decided to intervene before either Ken or Serena were killed. "Actually, that guy whose arm you're hanging off of is dating the kid who almost got hit by the cactus."
Aya and Yoji gaped. Finally, Aya found his voice. "They're WHAT? Omi, you're too young to date! And, Ken, he's too young for you! Why don't you go date that girl in Australia?"
"You know, Aya-kun, there's only a two year difference between them, Mr. I'm-screwing-someone-eight-years-older-than-me-whose-name-will-remain-anonymous-*cough* YOJI-SAN *cough*!" the blonde smirked as Aya's face started to clash with his hair. "Also, Omi-kun's seventeen, no matter how young he may look."
"HEY!" Omi protested. Then he paused to digest the information he had learned. "Aya-kun? You're… dating… Yoji-kun?"
Aya scowled at the smirking blonde. "Shut. Up."
"You know, you're going to be just as protective over Aya-chan as Aya-san is over Omi-san," Touya pointed out darkly.
"No I won't!" the girl replied cheerfully. "You'll be doing that for me! If you're not flirting with him you'll be beating him up, I bet you anything!"
"I WOULD NOT BE FLIRTING WITH HIM!" Touya snapped.
"Who the hell is 'Aya-chan'?" Aya asked in a disinterested tone.
"I'D BE TOO BUSY BEATING UP SAKURA-CHAN'S BOYFRIENDS TO BE MESSING WITH YOUR DAUGHTER'S!"
"NEWS FLASH!" Alex yelled back. "SAKURA-CHAN ALREADY HAS A BOYFRIEND! THEY'RE A VERY CUTE COUPLE, BY THE WAY!" She inhaled deeply, feeling the strain on her vocal cords already. "They've been going out for the past three years, Toya!" Seeing the shocked look on his face, she added in an even softer tone, "She didn't want to tell you because she was terrified you would kill him." She smiled gently, even though her eyes were filled with compassion for her friend. "Don't worry, though, Li-san's a nice guy from what I hear. And for a thirteen-year-old boy he hasn't been pulling moves on her, either." Alex paused, then thought for a moment. She muttered beneath her breath, praying that Touya wouldn't hear, "At least not anything she doesn't WANT…"
"You have a DAUGHTER?!?!" Ken cried out in shock, only just having found his voice.
"Why didn't you ever tell us? I thought we were friends!" Omi said softly.
"Omi-kun…. It's not that, really…" the blonde said desperately as the younger boy began to pout.
"How come we've never met her? Or your husband?" Ken asked, after he had regained his composure.
"It…In Japan, it's not like I'm a lesbian or something. Couples are accepted, but a single mother isn't. I didn't want you to think less of me." She paused. "Wow. I didn't think I was that dependant on people."
"You're divorced?" Aya inquired in a dead voice.
"No. It doesn't matter how I got pregnant, just the fact that I did."
"Of course you're dependant, baka. Why else would you call for me and Yuki every five minutes when we have some private time."
"I… I don't mean to take advantage of you two!" she said quickly, worry seeping into her expression.
"It's okay, Seika, we knew that when we moved in with you!" he said in a light tone. "Besides, other than being EXTREMELY frustrated at times," he shot a glare at his friend, "there's nothing really to complain about."
"Thank you, Toya!" Alex said, truly touched by his words but disturbed that she realized she had been using him.
"No problem. Come on, get some flowers. It's on me." He glanced at a price tag of a nearby rose bush and blanched. "But don't tell Yuki that I bought you stuff, or he'll make me pay double for something for him."
The blonde grinned. "Thank you, Toya!" Turning to the other four men in the room and awkwardly addressing the other girl, she said, "I think I'm going to get some flowers for Aya, so could you guys help me pick some out?"
"What?! I DON'T THINK SO!" Yoji screamed in possessive anger. Alex frowned in confusion.
"I meant my DAUGHTER," she explained slowly, emphasizing each word. "I have NO intention of buying flowers for Aya-kun. That's YOUR job."
"WHAT?!" Ken exclaimed. "Why would it be Yoji's job to buy flowers for Aya?"
Everyone sighed. "Ken-kun, she said that earlier," Omi whispered to his boyfriend.
"Oh. I missed that."
Alex rolled her eyes. "ANYway…" Just then the door opened with a jingle, revealing yet ANOTHER familiar person. "Harry? What are you doing here?"
"Well…ouranniversary'stomorrowandIkindaforgottogetagiftsoIhavetofindsomethingonshortnotice." He took a deep breath. Alex blinked.
"What did he say?"
"You know, if Yuki ever forgot OUR anniversary…"
He was cut off by, "But Yuki NEVER forgets your anniversary. That's YOUR job!"
"Shut up!"
"Anyway, as I was saying, I forgot completely about it last year, and I'm NOT risking doing that again." Turning to the others, he said, "Any suggestions for what to get a temperamental boyfriend?"
Yoji grinned. "Don't worry. I can help you." Aya hit him over the head. "What?! I just meant that I know the flowers very well. That's all."
"Yoji, that's Omi." Ken wrapped his arms possessively around his boyfriend. Omi sighed as the older man continued, "YOU always stand around and flirt."
"Wha…? Of COURSE I don't! I'm ALWAYS helpful! Aya, I don't flirt with anyone else, HONEST!" Aya hit him again.
"Yeah, of course you don't flirt, which is why I'm afraid to come within ten kilometers of this place," Touya muttered beneath his breath. Aya glared at Yoji.
"Couch. Two weeks."
"NOO!" Yoji wailed. "PLEASE, don't! I can't LIVE two weeks without sex!"
Omi covered his ears and blushed, Alex quickly matching his shade of red. "Too much information!" she moaned.
"Um…. I still need some flowers for Draco…"
Alex sighed. "Well, these guys seem to be involved in their personal lives right now, so I'll help you." She dragged him over to where she saw the roses. "OMI-KUN! WE'RE GOING TO NEED YOUR FLOWER-MEANING-EXPERTISE NOW!"
"Hai!" the boy said in response. He came over after prying his boyfriend off him. "What're you looking for?"
"Well, I heard somewhere that all different roses together means 'You're everything to me' or something, so they have to be lots of colors… And long stems. Long stems are romantic, don't you think?" Without pausing to hear their opinions, she continued, "And they have to be red. Red's romantic. And maybe white! But that means innocence and purity, so maybe not white…"
Omi cut her off. "Well, red and white together mean unity…"
"That's a good idea! And maybe some other colors too, like blue and purple and pink and orange and any other colors you can think of! But they have to be romantic!" She continued to babble her opinions on the different meaning of flowers, as Omi and Harry tuned her out.
"Sooo…what would you like to give your boyfriend?"
"Red and white roses sound good. Other than that, I don't really know. I was kind of depending on you guys to help with that."
"Ok. Red and white. How about…pink? That means perfect happiness. And you could also do light pink, for admiration, but since you're already in a relationship that might not be the best. Yellow means joy and happiness, white is heavenly too, and you could put in an interesting color…maybe peach? Or orange? They both mean desire. Anything sound good?"
"…All of them," Harry said after a moment's pause. Hopefully, Draco would like them. There was that one time when he'd gotten him the Easy-Bake Oven. That hadn't gone over too well.
"Ok. How about two of each color, and then the red and white in the middle? Short-stemmed or long-stemmed roses? I'd suggest long stems."
"What's the difference?"
"Long stems mean 'I will remember you always' and short stems mean 'Sweetheart' or 'Girlhood'."
"Long stems."
"Ok! That will be eighteen pounds," Omi informed him as he went to the cash register and began to arrange the flowers into a bouquet. Harry paid him and took the flowers, then turned and addressed Serena, who'd been drooling over the six hot guys who were all out of her reach.
"Excuse me, miss. Can I talk to you? It's about the …stick…that you bought a few days ago."
Serena's eyes lit up. "You want to talk to ME? Alone? In a dark closet? SURE!" Harry blinked, then shrugged and pulled the girl out of the shop, where Hermione and Ron were waiting. The three of them surrounded her and walked away.
"Why won't anyone help ME?! I was here first!" Alex began to pretend to cry. "It's not fair!" Snapping back into a serious mode, she said, "I do believe that I'm hyper. THAT hasn't happened for a long time! Toya, WHAT did you put in my coffee?"
Touya sighed. "You didn't HAVE coffee." WHY do I have to live with her? he asked himself irritably. And WHY do I have to be the nice guy every once in a while?! I COULD be with Yuki right now…
He continued to mentally grumble to himself as Alex annoyed the four men in the shop. Serena had mysteriously disappeared, so there was no need for his 'translating' skills now… Unless Seika starts talking again, he thought as he watched her bounce around the shop. "You know, I think someone DID put something in whatever it was she didn't drink," he grumbled to Aya.
I should be out killing Takatori** right now, the redhead thought to himself. Finally Omi had found what Alex was looking for and she and Touya left. Yoji glanced at his watch.
"You know, Seika-chan made us late meeting that Fudge guy," he informed everyone carelessly.
"WHAT?!"
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The four men strolled into Fudge's office warily, carefully taking notes on their surroundings. "Ah, you're here!" the plump minister declared as he moved out from behind his desk. "You're Weiss, are you not?"
Aya nodded. "You have a job for us, minister?"
"Yes, yes," Fudge replied. "A very annoying girl, she could ruin my plans entirely."
Yoji perked up. "A girl?"
"Yes, yes, a girl. VERY annoying girl."
"May we see a picture of the target?" Aya asked, already frustrated with the short man.
"Oh, a picture, a picture…" Fudge dug through some obviously untouched paperwork on his desk. "Ah, yes, here's one."
He offered the small picture to Aya, whose face remained expressionless as saw the woman. Ken, Omi, and Yoji crowded to get a peek over his shoulders. "I'm out," the redhead stated simply.
"It's SEIKA-CHAN?!" Ken exploded in shock.
"How the hell can she be a danger to you? She's not even in politics," Yoji said in a deceptively lazy tone.
"We can't take this job, we KNOW her!" Omi protested.
"Sorry, Minister, it seems you will have to find other assassins," Aya stated simply as he, followed by the other members of Weiss, turned and left.
"Wait! No! You can't…!" the Minister of Magic sweatdropped as the four left. "But… I need you to kill her!" Fudge sighed as he pushed a button on his intercom. "Bring in the next assassin, please."
Seishirou stepped in a door on the other side of the room. "You're the Sakurazukamori, are you not, Mr. Seishirou?" The man said politely.
Seishirou nodded, though he inwardly sighed in frustration at the Minister's mistake. Is it really that hard to figure out that the family name comes first? he wondered. "I've been told that you need a person who is a danger to Japan eliminated?" he asked in smooth English.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. She's a danger to this whole planet." He extended the photo to the younger man as Fudge said, "I need you to eliminate this girl."
Seishirou glanced at the glossy paper and shook his head. "Sorry, I can't. Much as I would love to do some killing on my vacation, I'm too busy trying to get Subaru-kun to sleep with me." Without another word and despite protests from the Minister of Magic, Seishirou left.
Now very frustrated, Cornelius Fudge pounded on the intercom. "Send in the other group of assassins NOW!" he demanded.
Out of a third door four more people entered the room, a tall, raven-haired and serious looking American followed by a man with wild red hair. The next to enter the room was a white haired man with a patch over his eye and several thin scars over his exposed skin. Finally, a slim boy almost insignificant in comparison to the other three, followed, carrying a strange, (at least to Fudge's eyes), thin, box-like contraption, which he was poking furiously. The first to enter, who introduced himself as 'Crawford', glanced over and hissed for the boy to stop playing his games.
But Crawford! Nagi complained. It's my laptop! The man glared at him and the boy sighed, closing the machine and tucking it under his arm.
You know, you're asking for trouble if you try to take away the chibi's laptop, Bradley, the redhead, Schuldig, thought, smirking evilly.
Don't. Call. Me. Bradley.
Calling Crawford 'Bradley' hurts God, interjected the white-haired psycho, Farferello.
All of you shut up, and let me listen to this fat guy. Crawford turned his attention back to Fudge, who had been sizing them up for the last few moments.
"Hello, Mr. Fudge…" There was a muffled bark of laughter from Schuldig, which earned him two death glares.
"Please excuse my companions. As I was saying, we were told you had a job for us?"
"Yes. I need you to kill this girl." Fudge passed over a picture of Alex. The four assassins looked at it.
"What the hell…"
"NAGI!"
"Oh, it's not like you don't say this stuff, Crawford! Like I said, what the HELL did she do to you? She doesn't look old enough to have done anything, except go to school, and date a few people."
"She has killed some very powerful people at the age of fifteen, and is trying to undermine my power. I want her dead!"
"Riiiight. So, what are we getting paid for this job?" Schuldig asked.
"585 pounds." Three heads turned toward Nagi, who sighed with impatience.
"That's about 109, 305 yen."
Schuldig shrugged. "Ok. What does this bitch do for a living?"
"She's a police officer…"
"Sorry, for that price, we're not taking on any police officer. We'd do a little kid for that amount of money. We took pity on you because you're just a poor Brit, but this is insane," the rest of Schwarz looked at Farfie in astonishment, first for sounding SANE, and second for having the temerity to call someone ELSE insane.
"Ok, how about 2,060 pounds?" Fudge winced at the amount.
"That's 384,666 yen."
Schuldig laughed. "Well, that's perfect for us."
"But if we divide that into four, I can't get my new computer games…"
"I thought you said you were going to use your share to get research equipment." Crawford said, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Weeeell… the computer games…show how…to kill people? SCHULDIG SAID I COULD GET IT!"
"Hey, leave me out of this!" Schuldig cried out, shrinking away from Crawford's glare.
"I'll yell at you two about this at the hotel." Turning back to Fudge, he said, "Yes, we will take this job. You'll have to send the information, such as what her name is, to our hotel room." He handed Fudge a slip of paper with the room number written on it. "If you will excuse us…" He grabbed Nagi's shoulder and dragged him out of the room, deaf to the cries of "CRAWFORD! LET ME GO! STOP!" The other two followed out them.
Fudge stared after the strange group for a moment, before sinking into his chair. I hope Dumbledore never finds out what I'm doing to Alex.
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"Bradley, don't you think you've yelled at the chibi enough? Geez, the poor kid's almost in tears!" The aforementioned 'chibi' glared at the German, eyes flashing with anger.
"TEARS?! I AM NOT IN TEARS!"
"Hai, hai."
Nagi groaned, then turned to the only person who hadn't turned on him. "FAAAAARFIIIIEEEEE! Make them stop being mean to me!"
"Nagi, if you want us to believe you're an adult, you better start acting like one." Crawford said coldly.
"Schuldig doesn't act like an adult!"
"I act like an adult when I'm giving him a blowjob."
"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"
Schuldig shrugged. You asked for it.
Nagi glared at them, then turned and stalked into his 'room'.
Crawford sighed. "Thank G…heavens that I'll never have a kid."
"Oh! Bradley darling, I forgot to tell you. I took the test, and I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father!" There was a resounding crash. Schuldig looked down at the unconscious body of their leader. "I was just kidding…"
"Men becoming pregnant hurts God."
** Takatori is the jerk who killed Aya's parents and ran over Aya's sister (who's actually named Aya. *Sweatdrop* Guy-Aya's, as Angel calls him, real name is Ran. He took his sister's name – Coma-Aya, in Angel's words – for some reason. Who here's confused? *Princessofplanets raises her hand.*) Consequently, Aya doesn't like Takatori very much, and he basically joined Weiss (the assassin group) to kill Takatori.
Also, the other four assassins that we introduced (Angel pops in. "WHO ARE REALLY HOT!") are Weiss' rival group, Schwarz. It's made up of:
Crawford: American, 27, can see the future
Schuldig: German, 20, telepath
Farferello (Farfie): Irish, 20, psycho, doesn't feel any pain
Nagi: Japanese, 15, telekinetic
(SilentStep, there's your info on my assassins. IF you need anymore, ask me. – Angel)
If I had MY way, none of this would have been entered. *Large sigh* We'll try to post soon! Ja!
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