New You (Intermission)
By Muchacha
muraki_ynm@hotmail.com
Intro ( Me talk):
I didn't know what I was thinking. I know I'm in the beginning of other stories, but this is kinda to an intermission from the fics. I still have to arrange the plots of Precarious high school and continue my forgotten Excel Saga fic.
SUMMARY: Omi undergoes some kind of depression and his attitude changes. It is hard to change yourself and to grow use to a new you, especially for your friends. How can Weiss cope with this?
Read and review, PLEASE.
I wanted this to be comedy, but if I'm sad right now, the fic is. I suck at comedy, dangit. Notice, I will regain to use naughty words.
I'm not going to continue the story if others don't like me to. SCOFF. Like any of you would like the dang prologue.
"…"
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CH. 1?- Bad Day Prologue
In the early morning at the flower shop, three boys were managing the shop. The forth was still asleep with a hangover.
Aya was managing the cash register while watching over the other two boys. Ken was happily humming as he watered the flowers aligned by the window. Omi sat quietly at the table, separating carnations in bright wrapping; it was for the delivery of a sick girl at the hospital.
Then footsteps were heard as Yohji walked down the stairs.
"Finally you've woken up," decreed Aya, " now, get to work!"
Yohji mumbled something, crossed, but didn't object to the boss's orders. He picked up an apron, when a crash attracted the store's attention to Ken near the window.
"Whoops."
He had slipped on water and knocked down numerous vases when he reached unknowingly for support. He stood up and blushed when he saw how bad the mess was. There was a puddle of water at his feet. He was wet himself, and glass and flowers were scattered around him.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his head hung low.
Aya sighed while shaking his head. "Yohji, clean that up."
"Me? I would, but…" he looked at Omi, "… but chibi here would more than gladly do it. Right, chibi?" He stared hard at Omi.
Aya looked toward Omi, too. "Omi, can you clean the mess up." It was more of a demand than any request.
"What!?" Omi's voice was squeaky. "I have to make the carnation for the delivery due today." Aya's glare turned cold toward him.
"I can do that!" Yohji chimed.
"Fine. Yohji can do the carnation. Omi, you do the delivery after you're done cleaning the mess."
"What about me?" Ken asked meekly.
"Clean yourself up, of course." Aya started to shove Ken up the stairs when the brunette wouldn't go. Yohji smirked to himself when he sat down to and picked up the carnation.
'Why was Yohji let off so easily?' Omi got on his knees in the mess.
He frowned as he started to collect the water in a dirty rag. 'Why can't we even afford a mop?' He squeezed the water into a small bucket, and continued to wipe the floor. He starting rubbing faster with more force. Rub any faster, and he might be able to create a hole in the floor.
"Woah, slow down chibi," laughed the older brunette sitting at the table. "You might start a fire."
Omi ignored him. 'Why don't they give me respect like I give them?' Proceeding to rub harder, he stopped when he noticed his hands were bleeding. Small, visible cuts appeared on his palms when he took a closer look.
'This is a bad day,' he insisted in his thought, 'that's all. It'll get better."
He got up walked to the backroom, avoiding Yohji's protests, and used the old sink in the back to rinse his hands. He turned it on cold, letting the feeling wash over him.
Everything was silent for a moment, when a tear formed at the corner of his eye. He tried to wipe it away, but only proceeded to get the side of his face wet. He irritably punched the sink's water.
He cried so easily for a boy. He always pouted or squeaked. He helped people as an instinct and listened kindly to others. He smiled politely most of the day. The others knew that, but most of the nights these days, he'd fall asleep after crying silently in his bed. It never stopped.
What was happening to him? He asked that question many times to himself when his own actions frightened him.
He grabbed an old towel laying on a box and dried his hands. Wrinkles formed, causing his fingers to look like squeezed prunes. An angry roar startled Omi, as he was about to walk out.
"Where's Omi!?" Aya shouted from outside the room. "Why isn't the mess cleaned yet!? What if a customer walks in!? We can't have this mess! Get Omi! Where is he!?" There were sounds of thrashing. Omi held his ear closer to the door and heard the cries from Yohji. He could feel the fast footsteps stomping toward the door.
It was flung open, and Aya stood at the doorframe.
The first thing that came to Omi's mind was the look on Aya's face-- scary as H-E-L-L. He was soaking from his T-shirt, his hair was dripping wet. It must have been Ken who splashed him; poor boy's probably going through pain by now.
"What- the - hell- is- going- on?" His voice was spoken stern through gritted teeth. He still held his deep frown.
It frightened Omi to look into the amethyst eyes. "I'm not sure what the hell's going on," he restated, flatly, " but whatever it is, IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!" He practically spat in Aya's face. Anger rose to his own cheeks. There was a shocked expression on Aya's face.
Pushing past him, Omi jumped up the stairs and slammed the door to his room. Breathing heavily, he jumped on his bed, laying flat on his stomach. His eyes were widened with shock-- what the heck did he just do?
He realized something was happening to him, but what? Was it depression? Why would he be depressed? He thought he was happy in the flower shop with Aya, Ken, and Yohji, working as an assassin for Weiss. 'Was this the way to live-- to grow up killing, remaining in constant dread? It was meant to be doomed.'
He rolled over on the bed, laying on his back, and gazed at the ceiling. He could feel the tears blurring his view. 'This was going to be the last time,' he thought.
'Aya is just cold hearted and so withdrawn from everyone. He hasn't even noticed me. He doesn't care if I dropped dead. He only pays attention to Ken-kun and gives Yohji equality.' He rolled over to his side and stared at his door. 'Ken-kun is naïve to understand other's pain. He's always been clumsy around Aya lately-- am I jealous?'
Rolling over to his other side, he looked out the open window. 'I know Ken likes Aya. I'm not stupid- I can tell. Am I complaining because I want protection, or because I sense…I'm alone. Living in this apartment of the flower shop, and being a secret assassin, it isn't enough. I know I won't grow up and live a successful life. Don't the others see that? We are just pawns and our lives are being controlled and operated unwillingly.'
'It's hopeless,' he scoffs. 'I won't be imperfect, anymore.' Defiantly, Omi opens the door to his room and walks down the hall. Looking out the corner of his eye, the image of a young brunette waltzes by.
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I didn't read over the product. I don't like Omi as a character much, so out goes the good, and in comes the bad. Omi will be better as an evil little boy. I like evil.
I've nothing much to say, but I hope I can finish Precarious Highschool soon because I've many ideas for other stories for Gravitation, and still got to finish Excel Saga. The sooner the better, and I want to get done!
Any comments? Make a review!
By Muchacha
muraki_ynm@hotmail.com
Intro ( Me talk):
I didn't know what I was thinking. I know I'm in the beginning of other stories, but this is kinda to an intermission from the fics. I still have to arrange the plots of Precarious high school and continue my forgotten Excel Saga fic.
SUMMARY: Omi undergoes some kind of depression and his attitude changes. It is hard to change yourself and to grow use to a new you, especially for your friends. How can Weiss cope with this?
Read and review, PLEASE.
I wanted this to be comedy, but if I'm sad right now, the fic is. I suck at comedy, dangit. Notice, I will regain to use naughty words.
I'm not going to continue the story if others don't like me to. SCOFF. Like any of you would like the dang prologue.
"…"
~~~~~
CH. 1?- Bad Day Prologue
In the early morning at the flower shop, three boys were managing the shop. The forth was still asleep with a hangover.
Aya was managing the cash register while watching over the other two boys. Ken was happily humming as he watered the flowers aligned by the window. Omi sat quietly at the table, separating carnations in bright wrapping; it was for the delivery of a sick girl at the hospital.
Then footsteps were heard as Yohji walked down the stairs.
"Finally you've woken up," decreed Aya, " now, get to work!"
Yohji mumbled something, crossed, but didn't object to the boss's orders. He picked up an apron, when a crash attracted the store's attention to Ken near the window.
"Whoops."
He had slipped on water and knocked down numerous vases when he reached unknowingly for support. He stood up and blushed when he saw how bad the mess was. There was a puddle of water at his feet. He was wet himself, and glass and flowers were scattered around him.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his head hung low.
Aya sighed while shaking his head. "Yohji, clean that up."
"Me? I would, but…" he looked at Omi, "… but chibi here would more than gladly do it. Right, chibi?" He stared hard at Omi.
Aya looked toward Omi, too. "Omi, can you clean the mess up." It was more of a demand than any request.
"What!?" Omi's voice was squeaky. "I have to make the carnation for the delivery due today." Aya's glare turned cold toward him.
"I can do that!" Yohji chimed.
"Fine. Yohji can do the carnation. Omi, you do the delivery after you're done cleaning the mess."
"What about me?" Ken asked meekly.
"Clean yourself up, of course." Aya started to shove Ken up the stairs when the brunette wouldn't go. Yohji smirked to himself when he sat down to and picked up the carnation.
'Why was Yohji let off so easily?' Omi got on his knees in the mess.
He frowned as he started to collect the water in a dirty rag. 'Why can't we even afford a mop?' He squeezed the water into a small bucket, and continued to wipe the floor. He starting rubbing faster with more force. Rub any faster, and he might be able to create a hole in the floor.
"Woah, slow down chibi," laughed the older brunette sitting at the table. "You might start a fire."
Omi ignored him. 'Why don't they give me respect like I give them?' Proceeding to rub harder, he stopped when he noticed his hands were bleeding. Small, visible cuts appeared on his palms when he took a closer look.
'This is a bad day,' he insisted in his thought, 'that's all. It'll get better."
He got up walked to the backroom, avoiding Yohji's protests, and used the old sink in the back to rinse his hands. He turned it on cold, letting the feeling wash over him.
Everything was silent for a moment, when a tear formed at the corner of his eye. He tried to wipe it away, but only proceeded to get the side of his face wet. He irritably punched the sink's water.
He cried so easily for a boy. He always pouted or squeaked. He helped people as an instinct and listened kindly to others. He smiled politely most of the day. The others knew that, but most of the nights these days, he'd fall asleep after crying silently in his bed. It never stopped.
What was happening to him? He asked that question many times to himself when his own actions frightened him.
He grabbed an old towel laying on a box and dried his hands. Wrinkles formed, causing his fingers to look like squeezed prunes. An angry roar startled Omi, as he was about to walk out.
"Where's Omi!?" Aya shouted from outside the room. "Why isn't the mess cleaned yet!? What if a customer walks in!? We can't have this mess! Get Omi! Where is he!?" There were sounds of thrashing. Omi held his ear closer to the door and heard the cries from Yohji. He could feel the fast footsteps stomping toward the door.
It was flung open, and Aya stood at the doorframe.
The first thing that came to Omi's mind was the look on Aya's face-- scary as H-E-L-L. He was soaking from his T-shirt, his hair was dripping wet. It must have been Ken who splashed him; poor boy's probably going through pain by now.
"What- the - hell- is- going- on?" His voice was spoken stern through gritted teeth. He still held his deep frown.
It frightened Omi to look into the amethyst eyes. "I'm not sure what the hell's going on," he restated, flatly, " but whatever it is, IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!" He practically spat in Aya's face. Anger rose to his own cheeks. There was a shocked expression on Aya's face.
Pushing past him, Omi jumped up the stairs and slammed the door to his room. Breathing heavily, he jumped on his bed, laying flat on his stomach. His eyes were widened with shock-- what the heck did he just do?
He realized something was happening to him, but what? Was it depression? Why would he be depressed? He thought he was happy in the flower shop with Aya, Ken, and Yohji, working as an assassin for Weiss. 'Was this the way to live-- to grow up killing, remaining in constant dread? It was meant to be doomed.'
He rolled over on the bed, laying on his back, and gazed at the ceiling. He could feel the tears blurring his view. 'This was going to be the last time,' he thought.
'Aya is just cold hearted and so withdrawn from everyone. He hasn't even noticed me. He doesn't care if I dropped dead. He only pays attention to Ken-kun and gives Yohji equality.' He rolled over to his side and stared at his door. 'Ken-kun is naïve to understand other's pain. He's always been clumsy around Aya lately-- am I jealous?'
Rolling over to his other side, he looked out the open window. 'I know Ken likes Aya. I'm not stupid- I can tell. Am I complaining because I want protection, or because I sense…I'm alone. Living in this apartment of the flower shop, and being a secret assassin, it isn't enough. I know I won't grow up and live a successful life. Don't the others see that? We are just pawns and our lives are being controlled and operated unwillingly.'
'It's hopeless,' he scoffs. 'I won't be imperfect, anymore.' Defiantly, Omi opens the door to his room and walks down the hall. Looking out the corner of his eye, the image of a young brunette waltzes by.
~~~~~
I didn't read over the product. I don't like Omi as a character much, so out goes the good, and in comes the bad. Omi will be better as an evil little boy. I like evil.
I've nothing much to say, but I hope I can finish Precarious Highschool soon because I've many ideas for other stories for Gravitation, and still got to finish Excel Saga. The sooner the better, and I want to get done!
Any comments? Make a review!