Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz so please don't sue. I only do this for fun!!

Comments: This is my first fic and just reflects my wacked out way of thinking, please be kind and comment on it, I would appreciate it!

Oh and heres something helpful:

Any words in " " Are spoken!

Any words in ' ' Are thoughts!

Yay! Now that is cleared up *grins*





Aya stood by the window looking down at the street below, letters were scattered across his bed behind him. Sighing, he leaned out the window resting his arms on the sill below him. 'She's just not telling me something. I know her and she's not telling me the whole truth!' He had suspected something about a year back, lately the letters just seemed to go on about the same thing. Aya was worried. 'She would have told me if there was something wrong.' He thought to himself as he pushed away from the window. 'She's my sister, why wouldn't she tell me something!' Walking back over to his bed, he sat down looking over the letters again. "There has to be something I'm missing. Something that tells me what she's hiding!" He growled to himself, suddenly there was a tap at his door.

"Aya?" Breathing out, he stood walking over to the door, opening it. "Hey! Look, I know your not supposed to come down for another hour but Omi has to go to college early…." Aya just nodded.

"10 minutes."

He nodded, smiling up at the redhead. "Thank you Aya!" Turning, he ran back down the stairs to go help Yohji once again.

Turning, Aya walked back over to the bed, picking up the letters. "What are you hiding." He whispered, putting the letters back into the wooden box he stored them in. Walking over to the closet he pulled out a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. He had learned not to wear nice clothed down into the flower shop. Aya at one time had worn his orange sweater, but that had gotten ruined. Yohji claimed it was an accident. 'Accident my ass…' He growled, walking down stairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing an apple, Aya opened the door down to the flower shop and into the back room. "Hey." Ken looked up smiling.

"Great, look can you work on this arrangement, I'll help Yohji up front." He nodded, looking down at the order form. "Omi is gone, said he will be back in two hours." He nodded again. "Aya…you ok?"

He looked up at his dark haired partner. "Yeah." Ken frowned, then walked up front to help. Five arrangements later Omi walked into the shop. It had been busy for about an hour, then it slowed down drastically. Aya had opted to stay in the back room working on the orders Ken had brought to him. He looked up as Omi came back to grab his apron.

"Hey, thanks for coming down." The redhead nodded, looking back down at the arrangement on the table. "I hate to leave, but I had to go to the library to meet up with a friend I was helping."

"Understandable." He said, Omi just frowned walking out of the back room.

"Hey kid, how was school."

The blond looked up at Yohji, smiling then shook his head. "I'm in college now playboy…" Yohji grinned. "And when are you going to stop calling me kid, I'm twenty now!"

"Your always gonna be kid to me." He answered, Ken threw Omi a look. "So how was your class?"

Smiling, Omi hopped up on one of the benches behind the counter. "It was fine, I have to have a fifteen page thesis written for my class. Has to be turned in three weeks from now." He saw the disgusted look on the oldest mans face. "You want to help?"

"Kudoh Yohji does not do school work." He answered, pulling out a cigarette. "I'm taking a break."

The two watched him walk out the door, Sighing Omi looked up at Ken. "Hey, what's wrong with Aya?" He whispered, looking back though the door. "He seems…"

"Distant?" Ken said, looking back at the redhead. "I wish he would talk to me. I noticed he's been distracted lately, but I can't figure out why."

The blond sighed, looking up at his friend. He knew Ken was in love with their silent and cold leader, but he would never be able to tell Aya that. 'He's to shy about things like that. Kinda like how I will never be able to tell Yohji I love him.' Omi had to smile, his friend was leaning against the counter evidently looking at the redhead with a look on his face that was so obvious it wasn't funny. "Your drooling."

"Am not!" The dark haired man brushed his hair out of his eyes, blushing. "Anyway, he wouldn't be able to tell, Aya is to oblivious regarding some things."

"Your not giving up are you?" Ken shook his head, then sat down next to him. "Good, maybe he's just in a funk."

"Maybe he doesn't know I exist." He responded, laying his head on the counter. "This sucks!"

"Ken." His head shot up, looking into those beautiful violet eyes he loved. "The order you needed is done."

Jumping up he nodded, smiling. "Oh yeah, thanks!" Aya arched a brow, turning he walked though the door into the back room. "Oh gods…." Sitting back down he hid his face in his arms, Omi sighed patting his back.

"What's wrong with him?" Omi looked up at Yohji, then pointed to the back room. "Ahh, still can't tell him how you feel huh?" Shaking his head, Yohji slipped his cigarettes back into his pocket. "Poor guy, don't be such a coward. Sure were talking about the ice man, Mr. Emotions are something I don't understand. Our cold, silent, blunt…"

"Stop!" Ken growled, standing up. "You talk way to much Yohji!"

Shrugging he smiled. "I have to make up for Mr. Silent in the back room."

"No.." He said, walking for the back room. "You don't…you really don't!" Ken disappeared thought the door.

"Poor guy." Yohji sat down taking Ken's place next to Omi. "It's sad how some people can be so dense they don't realize when someone is in love with them."

Omi sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sad.…"

Ken walked into the room, smiling when he saw the older man. "Thank you."

Aya looked up, Ken was leaning against the table. "For?"

He pointed to the arrangement. "Getting that done so quick, the customer should be here any time." Aya just nodded, looking back down at the new order. "I hate when people call in things like this at the last minute." Aya just stood there, looking at the order form. "You did a nice job though…."

Closing his eyes, Aya breathed out then looked up at Ken. "Do you need something?" Ken sighed, then shook his head. Turning to leave he felt Aya grab his wrist. "I'm sorry." He said, releasing Ken's wrist. The dark haired man frowned, feeling his grip leave. "I just…" Shaking his head he looked back down at the papers. "Never mind."

"If you ever want to talk I am here Aya." The redhead nodded making Ken walk away smiling.

Aya looked over watching the younger man walking out of the room. 'I'm sorry Ken, I don't mean to be this way to you….' He sighed, his hands clamping the edge of the table. 'I wish I could talk to you about my problems but I don't know how. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you, but I can't.' Pushing away from the table, he walked over grabbing more flowers for the order.