A/N: This story is NOT a yaoi story. I don't write them and I don't
really like them. Please don't leave now! This is a FRIENDSHIP fic which
all in its own needs its own genre. Anyways, this is between Ken and Omi,
my favorite Weiss characters. This is going to be short, sweet, and maybe
even to the point (that's like not possible with me). It takes place in
the past. I've been writing really dark and sad stories lately so I
decided, maybe I should give this a try again. It's going to be sunny like
Omi.
Innocence at Its Best Story 1: All You Wanted
When someone told me that a person was going to join us with the rest of the assassins, I was thrilled. He was younger, like my age or a year or two older.
After all, sometimes this life style can get lonely and the other two seemed so distant, maybe because of their age. Or maybe it was there personalities. Ran or Aya as he was called seemed really cold, and there was Yohji with his endless teasing and line of women he always brought back with him.
Or that or I completely ignored them since I like working on my computer a lot. But hey, someone has to be able to do the research quickly. Oh well.
The new member's name was Ken Hidaka. According to the profile, he was an ex J-League soccer player; and he used to play the position of goalie. He loved children, and he used to coach the kid's league for some volunteer hours.
Not exactly my type of person, since I'm not the athletic type. But I could play soccer somewhat. We'll just see when he gets here.
When I saw Ken walk through the door, the first impression I got was that he was severely depressed. You could see it in his eyes. No tears were present, but they looked pretty dead. I guess I would be too, if I got kicked out of my life long dream.
I hesitated when I went to go talk to him. I'm really shy sometimes. But there really was no reason for me to be shy right now.
I put on my friendliest smile that I had, and greeted him with a just as friendly, "Hi!"
He kinda looked at me strangely at first. I couldn't tell if he thought I was weird for just coming up to him and greeting him, or if he was shy himself. "Uh. Hi," he replied.
With that he left and went to go find his room.
Okay. maybe he wasn't the friendliest of people.
But I know that this is going to change eventually. Even though I'm pretty distant from Aya and Yohji, we still are a pretty tight knit bunch (A/N: which I can't see at the moment, but I'm sure they are). He probably needed sometime to get into the swing of things.
It's been a week since Ken arrived. He hasn't really done much except lock himself in his room. I didn't know whether it was his personality that made him that way or what. He never really spoke much to me, or any of us for that matter.
We were lucky that it was a mission free week, which I think I've never seen since I was Weiss. We generally spent most of the time tending the flower shop that we all worked at. Boy was it a busy week there. I was glad that Ken was there for an extra hand, though he did everything we asked him to do, he would just nod at us, not even say a thing.
He did have a knack for floral arrangement. I've seen some of his work and I think it's wonderful. I guess he's an artist of some sort, and I heard that artists can be pretty temperamental. Maybe this was just the depression phase.
Oh well. I was going to make him come out of his shell. I was sure of that. Now, what would a good thing to do when you wanted to get someone out of their shell?
After hours of no sleep and much, much thought, I decided that maybe we should go to the park. It was my favorite spot to go.
When I was little, I used to love the playground equipment. Actually I still do. I know I'm a little old for it, but I still love the swings. I feel like I'm flying. I even do those crazy stunts where you would hang upside down or jumped off from them at a crazy height.
Or the slide. I loved the slide. That was fun too.
If I didn't play on the equipment, it was good place to sit and think. And work on your computer. I liked to bring my laptop with me and wireless Internet connection, and just work there with the serenity of the park, and the sound of children's laughter.
There were also some soccer fields and basketball courts, but I rarely did anything on those.
When I first suggested the idea to Ken, he again looked at me strangely, and at first said no to me.
I pleaded with him for a bit, but in the end he agreed to come with me.
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
He brought with him a soccer ball, and I brought me my laptop. That shows our differences right there.
When we first got there, I asked him what he wanted to do.
He turned to me and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe we can play a little soccer. You know how to play?"
I looked at him. I think that's more than what he's said to me in the past week or so. "That's fine, but you have to go a little easy on me, I'm not that good."
I didn't know that
It was so cold
And you needed someone
To show you the way
So I took your hand
And we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
We started to play. I can see why he was in the pros. He was GOOD. When he kicked to ball around, he did it with such control and fluid movement that it looked more like a dance than rather dribbling the ball down the field (at least that's what I think it's called). I couldn't help, but feel a little jealous. I wanted to be like him one time or another in my life.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
I joined him, though my movements were much more awkward. I was really rusty and add that to the fact I wasn't that good to start with, you can see that I was terrible. But Ken seemed to understand. He was patient, and I was thankful for that.
We plopped down on the grass in the shade after what seemed like a few minutes of playtime (which really was an hour and a half, I guess that's what they mean by time flies when you're having fun).
I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have
To keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see Where you go
When you're gone
There was a silence between us as we tried to catch our breath. "Was it great to play in the pro league?" I couldn't help but ask.
I saw the sadness in his eyes again he answered, "It was great while it lasted. But I want to get the person who framed me!"
I kind of regretted asking him that. It seemed to reopen a wound that I guess he was trying to cover up.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
"I'm sorry really," I told him. I looked around and found a place where some daisies grew, and I picked a few for him. "Here," I said to him as I stuck the flowers right in front of his knows. "These are daisies. They mean happiness to me."
"It's okay really. I'm fine I guess. You know ever since then, I've been just really lost." He started.
He continued talking for like a long time, explaining things like the pain he went through all the way up to his first game in the pro leagues to his favorite player. All the time he spoke he looked up into the trees.
Then he turned to me. "You know, I guess that's all I really needed. Someone that just listened while I got the weight off my chest."
All you wanted was
Somebody who cares
If you need me
You know I'll be there
Oh, yeah
I couldn't help, but smile. "I'm happy to help you."
Silence settled between us as we started to get lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly I stood up. I think that shocked Ken a little when I saw him jump.
I ran over to the swings. I looked over and I saw Ken walk over to me, shaking his head. I started swinging, just like I would do when I was little.
Ken chuckled to himself, and he said to me, "Omi, you're just so innocent. Innocence at its best."
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go
When you're gone
End
A/N: kk. That was my short Weiss story. I have a longer idea for later. I'm not sure if this follows the series all that well. I've only watched the first ten episodes, and the first one I didn't really watch that closely. I did this from Omi's POV since he and I are so alike (maybe I should do another one from another character's POV that I'm really like). Anyways, I just thought this was a kawaii, short story I decided to do. I'm not expecting that much with it. Song doesn't match part of the places. I hope you all like it! Remember to review! Bye!
Go to next story of Arc: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=966937. This is the second one called Even the Toughest Men Cry. It's a little darker than this one though.
Innocence at Its Best Story 1: All You Wanted
When someone told me that a person was going to join us with the rest of the assassins, I was thrilled. He was younger, like my age or a year or two older.
After all, sometimes this life style can get lonely and the other two seemed so distant, maybe because of their age. Or maybe it was there personalities. Ran or Aya as he was called seemed really cold, and there was Yohji with his endless teasing and line of women he always brought back with him.
Or that or I completely ignored them since I like working on my computer a lot. But hey, someone has to be able to do the research quickly. Oh well.
The new member's name was Ken Hidaka. According to the profile, he was an ex J-League soccer player; and he used to play the position of goalie. He loved children, and he used to coach the kid's league for some volunteer hours.
Not exactly my type of person, since I'm not the athletic type. But I could play soccer somewhat. We'll just see when he gets here.
When I saw Ken walk through the door, the first impression I got was that he was severely depressed. You could see it in his eyes. No tears were present, but they looked pretty dead. I guess I would be too, if I got kicked out of my life long dream.
I hesitated when I went to go talk to him. I'm really shy sometimes. But there really was no reason for me to be shy right now.
I put on my friendliest smile that I had, and greeted him with a just as friendly, "Hi!"
He kinda looked at me strangely at first. I couldn't tell if he thought I was weird for just coming up to him and greeting him, or if he was shy himself. "Uh. Hi," he replied.
With that he left and went to go find his room.
Okay. maybe he wasn't the friendliest of people.
But I know that this is going to change eventually. Even though I'm pretty distant from Aya and Yohji, we still are a pretty tight knit bunch (A/N: which I can't see at the moment, but I'm sure they are). He probably needed sometime to get into the swing of things.
It's been a week since Ken arrived. He hasn't really done much except lock himself in his room. I didn't know whether it was his personality that made him that way or what. He never really spoke much to me, or any of us for that matter.
We were lucky that it was a mission free week, which I think I've never seen since I was Weiss. We generally spent most of the time tending the flower shop that we all worked at. Boy was it a busy week there. I was glad that Ken was there for an extra hand, though he did everything we asked him to do, he would just nod at us, not even say a thing.
He did have a knack for floral arrangement. I've seen some of his work and I think it's wonderful. I guess he's an artist of some sort, and I heard that artists can be pretty temperamental. Maybe this was just the depression phase.
Oh well. I was going to make him come out of his shell. I was sure of that. Now, what would a good thing to do when you wanted to get someone out of their shell?
After hours of no sleep and much, much thought, I decided that maybe we should go to the park. It was my favorite spot to go.
When I was little, I used to love the playground equipment. Actually I still do. I know I'm a little old for it, but I still love the swings. I feel like I'm flying. I even do those crazy stunts where you would hang upside down or jumped off from them at a crazy height.
Or the slide. I loved the slide. That was fun too.
If I didn't play on the equipment, it was good place to sit and think. And work on your computer. I liked to bring my laptop with me and wireless Internet connection, and just work there with the serenity of the park, and the sound of children's laughter.
There were also some soccer fields and basketball courts, but I rarely did anything on those.
When I first suggested the idea to Ken, he again looked at me strangely, and at first said no to me.
I pleaded with him for a bit, but in the end he agreed to come with me.
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
He brought with him a soccer ball, and I brought me my laptop. That shows our differences right there.
When we first got there, I asked him what he wanted to do.
He turned to me and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe we can play a little soccer. You know how to play?"
I looked at him. I think that's more than what he's said to me in the past week or so. "That's fine, but you have to go a little easy on me, I'm not that good."
I didn't know that
It was so cold
And you needed someone
To show you the way
So I took your hand
And we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
We started to play. I can see why he was in the pros. He was GOOD. When he kicked to ball around, he did it with such control and fluid movement that it looked more like a dance than rather dribbling the ball down the field (at least that's what I think it's called). I couldn't help, but feel a little jealous. I wanted to be like him one time or another in my life.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
I joined him, though my movements were much more awkward. I was really rusty and add that to the fact I wasn't that good to start with, you can see that I was terrible. But Ken seemed to understand. He was patient, and I was thankful for that.
We plopped down on the grass in the shade after what seemed like a few minutes of playtime (which really was an hour and a half, I guess that's what they mean by time flies when you're having fun).
I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have
To keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see Where you go
When you're gone
There was a silence between us as we tried to catch our breath. "Was it great to play in the pro league?" I couldn't help but ask.
I saw the sadness in his eyes again he answered, "It was great while it lasted. But I want to get the person who framed me!"
I kind of regretted asking him that. It seemed to reopen a wound that I guess he was trying to cover up.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
"I'm sorry really," I told him. I looked around and found a place where some daisies grew, and I picked a few for him. "Here," I said to him as I stuck the flowers right in front of his knows. "These are daisies. They mean happiness to me."
"It's okay really. I'm fine I guess. You know ever since then, I've been just really lost." He started.
He continued talking for like a long time, explaining things like the pain he went through all the way up to his first game in the pro leagues to his favorite player. All the time he spoke he looked up into the trees.
Then he turned to me. "You know, I guess that's all I really needed. Someone that just listened while I got the weight off my chest."
All you wanted was
Somebody who cares
If you need me
You know I'll be there
Oh, yeah
I couldn't help, but smile. "I'm happy to help you."
Silence settled between us as we started to get lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly I stood up. I think that shocked Ken a little when I saw him jump.
I ran over to the swings. I looked over and I saw Ken walk over to me, shaking his head. I started swinging, just like I would do when I was little.
Ken chuckled to himself, and he said to me, "Omi, you're just so innocent. Innocence at its best."
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go
When you're gone
End
A/N: kk. That was my short Weiss story. I have a longer idea for later. I'm not sure if this follows the series all that well. I've only watched the first ten episodes, and the first one I didn't really watch that closely. I did this from Omi's POV since he and I are so alike (maybe I should do another one from another character's POV that I'm really like). Anyways, I just thought this was a kawaii, short story I decided to do. I'm not expecting that much with it. Song doesn't match part of the places. I hope you all like it! Remember to review! Bye!
Go to next story of Arc: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=966937. This is the second one called Even the Toughest Men Cry. It's a little darker than this one though.