I don't own Weiß. Nor do I own the setting of the story. I got this from the Charles Dickens Classic, A
Christmas Carol. All rights belong to their respected owners and not to me. *pouts*
Note: Italics are thoughts within this thing. ^_^ Warning some of the characters in here might be OOC. So, if you don't like it... Oh well.
Chapter 5: Out With the Old, In With the New
Heavenly smells drifted up to the noses of three still very deeply, sleeping people. Their noses twitched as the smells slowly coaxed them into a dreary form of wakefulness. As they became fully awake, the three men jumped out of their beds and ran towards their doors.
The three doors burst open simultaneously and three heads could be seen carefully coming out. Ken, Yohji, and a hung over Omi peeked out of their rooms. They looked at one another in confusion as they walked down to find out where the delicious smells were coming from. The odors enticed them.
They walked into the kitchen and saw the table was covered in many different types of American breakfast dishes. Skillets of eggs, pancakes, and cooked ham steamed on the tables. A huge pot of coffee sat on the counter and tall glasses of orange juice stood by nice china plates. The most notable thing on the table was a glass of water and a couple of little white pills, along with a small note addressed to Omi.
On the note was small, crisp handwriting, shortly stating that the young man should take the pills, to help with his hang over, as well as telling him that they should enjoy the meal set out before them. No signature was found on the note, and that left the boys slightly curious as to who it was that would have known that the genki blonde would be needing it after the heavy partying he did the night before.
They all looked at each other and shrugged as they sat down to consume the feast that was sitting before them. As they sat there eating, Aya came walking in. His hair looked slightly disheveled and his face was unemotional as was usual when concerning the crimson haired man. The three boys paused in their hasty eating of the food set before them when the man came in. Stealing glances at one another, they wondered if it was Aya who had made all this food for them. They then quickly shrugged their shoulders at the thought of the man actually doing something nice to them for once in his life.
Aya sat there delicately eating his food. He could barely hold back the mirth that came bubbling up inside of him as he watched his fellow roommates consume the food that he had carefully prepared for them. It was hard to keep his self as he usually was, but he kept reminding himself that with the surprise in store for them, that it was best to pretend he was how he used to be. He couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they realized that he had actually bought them something for Christmas. He smiled inwardly as he remembered how it was almost hard for him to get to any store that day since almost every place he checked was closed. In the end, though, he finally found one place. He bought everything he wanted to get there and raced right home to cook the meal that they were eating. He was feeling rather proud of himself.
They sat in silence, eating the food before them, when Omi decided to speak up.
"Ne, Aya-kun, did you cook this food," Omi asked.
"Hai, Aya, did you," Ken chimed in, shoving a fork full of pancakes and eggs into his mouth.
Yohji just sat there eating the food.
"Hn," Aya answered. "Hurry up, we don't have much time to mess around. We have a mission."
Omi and Ken groaned aloud at the thought of actually having to do a mission on Christmas day. They hated the idea that they would have to work on a day that was pretty much their only day off once a year. Both of the boys had just wanted to sit around and relax instead of having to work. It was strange enough that Aya allowed them to close the shop for this time of year, since it didn't land on one of times it was closed, during the weekend.
Aya repressed a grin at the actions coming from the two youngest assassins. In the end of it all, he knew they would enjoy the mission that was given to them, since it wasn't a real mission. However, for now, he was getting a strange enjoyment out of fooling his three coworkers.
Silence once again hung over the table as the four men finished their breakfast. Polishing off the last bits of food on their plates, the four men stood up and placed the silverware in the sink. They decided that it would be best to leave the cleaning up for later, when they were less stuffed and felt more like doing actual cleaning. Besides, a mission tape waited for them in mission room.
They all walked into the room and sat down in the respected places.
"Mou, I can't believe Persia is giving us a mission on Christmas day," Omi pouted when he sat down near his computer.
Yohji just looked over at the blonde boy, "You're just whining because you have a hang over. You need to learn how to take it like a man, chibi."
Omi glared at the playboy, "I wouldn't have a hang over if someone didn't spike the eggnog I made and don't call me chibi!"
Yohji just gave a big grin and shrugged, "I don't have any idea on what you're talking about, chibi." He then turned to look up at Ken who was standing in the doorway. "What about you, Kenken?"
Ken shook his head, "Nuh uh, there's no way that you're going to get me into this Yohji. I'm remaining neutral on this subject."
A soft cough was heard behind Ken, startling the poor boy. He jumped slightly and turned around. Aya stood directly behind the boy. He looked slightly amused at the spectacle going on before him.
Yohji looked past Ken at the sound of the cough, "Ahh, Aya, so where's Manx? She usually brings our missions."
"She dropped the tape of with me, then left saying she had things to do. She also said she'd stop by later if we had any questions about the mission." Aya answered while walking over to the VCR to pop in the usual tape they received when getting a mission. He signaled to Ken to turn off the lights, throwing the boys into almost complete darkness, except for the glowing of the Christmas tree and the soft glow from the television as the tape began to play.
Persia suddenly appeared on the screen and began to talk, "Weiß, a new mission has come in. It has been brought to my attention and to the people within Kritiker, that you four have been working yourselves exhausted."
Hearing the opening words of Persia, three of the four boys started to perk up.
"With the help of a certain teammate of yours and with the authorization of Kritiker. You four, are now hereby placed on an official vacation for a week's time. Enjoy your vacation and merry Christmas." With that, the image of Persia vanished.
Yohji, Omi, and Ken stared at the screen. Their mouths hung open in astonishment at what they had just heard. Weiß was officially on vacation for a week. They hadn't had one in over a year, and they weren't expecting one. Finally, a few of the words that their mission giver had said registered in their minds. A certain teammate? All three of their minds thought simultaneously. They turned and looked towards Aya.
Aya stood there wearing a small grin at the shock written plainly on his three coworkers faces. "Merry Christmas," he said in a soft voice.
The three men continued to stare at their leader. He was actually smiling. That was something they had never seen him do.
Ken flicked on the lights and all three of them stood up and walked towards their red haired leader.
Yohji laid his hand on the man's shoulder, "Hey, man are you alright?"
Ken placed his hand on Aya's forehead. He was concerned that Aya might be running a fever but found no signs of one. When he realized that there wasn't one, he looked over at the playboy, "He's not running a fever. If that's what you mean?"
Aya brushed away Ken's hand and laughed at their reaction. "I'm fine. As a matter of fact I feel wonderful."
"Then what happened to your usual coldness?" Yohji pressed on still unable to accept the fact that their leader would go and do something such as this for them.
Aya looked at the lanky brunette, "Let's just say a few... enemies of ours showed me that, even I should have some fun once in a while."
The three men looked at their normally stoic leader. They were at a loss for words.
"Would you rather me be like I usually am?" Aya asked them. "I could if you really don't like me acting like this."
The three men blinked, then started to shake their heads and laugh.
"Nah, we'd rather have you this way," Yohji said slapping the man's shoulder. "It'll probably be more fun if you can actually laugh."
"Can we open presents now?" Omi asked as he started to bounce around. He was happy that they had some time off finally and held even more joy that Aya finally decided that he was going to have some fun for once in his life, instead of acting all cold and distant.
The three older men laughed at the boy's eagerness to open the presents that were littered under the tree, so they agreed to stop talking and open them.
After a few hours of opening all the presents, most of them coming from customers, they all sat around talking. They were in the middle of deciding on how to spend their vacation when Ken stood up and walked out of the room. He came back in holding a camera in his hand wanting to take a picture of this moment. He was unsure of how long this happiness and feeling of family togetherness would last but he wanted to capture it so it would be forever burned onto something so they would have proof. Proof that Aya wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.
A flash of light caught Aya's attention and he turned to look at where it came from. Ken stood in the doorway camera in his hand. He smiled at the soccer-playing brunette then looked above him. Ken stood under the mistletoe. Smirking he stood up and walked over to the man. He gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Ken looked at the older man, "What was that for?"
Aya pointed up at the ceiling and murmured in his ear, "You're standing under the mistletoe." Aya turned around. "Are you guys hungry again? I've decided that we're going out to eat. I know that none of us are in the mood to clean up in the kitchen just yet. I'm paying also."
The three boys ran to get their coats, not willing to let up on an offer of free food. In addition, with Aya paying, it made it even more tempting to go out. Having him, pay for something to eat was just as rare as him actually smiling or being nice to someone. As a matter of fact, it was so rare that it was unheard of, so they jumped at that chance.
As the three other men were filing out of the door to the car, Aya looked around. When he saw that no one was there, He walked over to the wall and placed his hand lightly against it. I wonder..., he thought as he walked backwards a step. After taking that step backward, Aya slid forward running into the wall. He impacted with a small thud and stood back rubbing his head. I guess that answers my question. He turned around to see Ken staring at him in befuddlement.
"Uhm, Aya why did you just walk into the wall?" Ken asked.
Aya shook his head, "No reason, I was just wanting to see if I was a sleep or not still."
Ken looked at Aya, then shrugged his shoulders, "Just came in to tell you that we're all ready and waiting."
Aya nodded and grabbed his coat, "Alright, I'm coming."
They both headed out the door. Aya turned around glanced at the Christmas tree. Things might change after today and they might not but it's not going to happen all at once, he thought hoping that the spirits that had visited him that night could hear him. I am willing to make a try about it all though. He walked out the door.
Across town, a young woman lay in a hospital bed. She had remained in the same position for the last few years, never moving, but on Christmas day, there was a slight change. A smile lit up the sleeping angel's face, then went back to a relaxed position. No one was around to see it though, but if there had been, they would have called it a miracle and told the one who came to visit her as if it was his religion. This person who had at once lost hope in anything and everything, would have then realized, that it wasn't only Christmas wanting him to change, but also the one person whom he had chosen to live for.
The End
Author's Notes: ^___^ This is finished! You all can now breathe a sigh of relief that you don't have to endure this story any longer.
Brad:...
*sweat drops* Not that it's a bad story though *hugs muse* It's a great story! I love my muse *smiles*
Brad: *smiles* So, what are you going to say now?
Besides, thanks to everyone for putting up with this story and reading it, even though it is a Christmas one... and I told myself I wouldn't write one... Hell Brad, you should know that I don't even celebrate Christmas...
Brad: *shrugs* That's not my problem
*sigh* Never said it was a problem or that it was yours. Anyway, guys, thanks for reading this and I wanted to wish a merry Christmas to everyone that does celebrate it and for all you Wiccan's out there, Have a Blessed Yule this year. I know I will! WHEEEE open circle the 21st! ^___^ Anyway thanks again I hope all of you enjoyed this.
Brad: What, you aren't asking for reviews this time?
*shakes head* Nope, I realized I sounded pathetic... anyway guys thanks! *waves bye* ohhhhhh, almost forgot .... for you who are STILL waiting for the other fics I'm writing I'm still working on them don't worry. They're just coming out slower than I thought they were. *leaves area dragging out Brad with her*