Fallen Angels
by Kandy
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Yoji yawned. "I guess she was for real," he mumbled as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He hadn't had another dream about his Asuka ever since that night.
He went on to dry his damp body and brush out his wet waves. He hadn't forgot, he had to find Kandy and build some kindof bond so he could keep his pay.
After dressing himself in a light blue Calvin Klein shirt and Polo blue jeans with a pair of matching Timberlands.
After sliding on his shades, Yoji left his apartment and started off with a walk in the park. It was Saturday and little kids were almost everywhere. 'Boy would Ken enjoy this,' he thought as he watched one little girl bounce a soccer ball around. He sat down on a bench and decided he'd watch her for a little while he gathered thoughts on where to find Kandy.
The little girl was adorable. She had two short, curly, brunette ponytails and hazel eyes. She bounced her ball off her knee and kicked it. The ball went against her wishes and rolled past the bench Yoji was sitting on and into a bush instead of going straight ahead.
"Hey, mister! Catch my ball!," she stated with a squeaky voice.
Yoji got up and went into the brush of bushes. He gasped when he saw what was on the other side.
"Hey, Yoji. This isn't yours by any chance, is it?" asked Kandy holding the girl's soccer ball. She wore her hair in a high ponytail with a white tank top and flare jeans. Plus Burberry shoes, visor, backpack purse, and belt.
"Kandy! I was just thinking about you. And it's not my ball," Yoji lead her back out into the opening. The girl jumped up and down, thrilled upon seeing her ball. Kandy smiled and squatted low.
"My ball!"
"Here you go," said Kandy as she gave the ball back to it's rightful owner.
"Thanks, lady."
And with that the girl began bouncing the soccer ball as she ran back to who looked like her mother.
The blonde turned to Yoji, "I'm glad I ran into you."
"You? I was just about to try and find you. Mind if we talk?," he asked.
"Not at all. But I was just about to leave when that soccer ball hit me in the leg. So, is it okay with you if we talk in my truck?"
"Sure."
"Great! Let's go," Kandy grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the sidewalk and towards her truck. "I was worried about leaving my truck parked on the sidewalk like this."
Yoji was speechless as she approached a white Cadilak Escalade complete with shiny rims and tinted windows. Kandy dug into her pocket and produced the keys. Yoji walked around it to the passenger's side in awe. Kandy unlocked the doors and Yoji hopped in.
And before he knew it they were off. Kandy was smoothly taking them down the street. She reached up and turned the cd player on. American soul music, turned low, begin to fill the truck.
"Soooo...what did you wanna talk about, Yoji? Or do you just wanna bond with me so you can keep your paycheck," she asked fluttering her lashes.
Yoji swallowed hard. He couldn't exactly say he was attracted to her, romantically or sexually, but sparks flew from some department. If only he knew which...
"Moshimoshi? Earth to Yoji," Kandy said in a beautiful sing-song voice as she waved her hand in front of his face at a red light.
Yoji rubbed his eye, "Huh? What did you say?"
"I sa-id, what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, that," the japanese man shifted in his seat, "Hmm...How about orgins? You don't look too Japanese."
She laughed, "Wow, you noticed! Guess I'll start there then."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi looked over his shoulder in Advanced English. Bijou glanced up at him and quickly went back to doing her classwork. Omi picked up his pen and scribbled on the slip of paper.
When the teacher wasn't watching Omi balled the paper back up and placed it on the floor. He then did a well placed kicked with the heel of his shoe and sent the piece of paper flying back two desk. Omi thanked God, this was the one class he didn't share with Ouka or she'd know that they were passing notes. The type someone would easily mistake for love notes.
Bijou stopped it from flying with the toe of her Mary Janes and grabbed it quickly. She brought it from the floor to her desk. The teacher was staring so she didn't look up or mess with the paperball, she just went back to doing her work. As soon as the teacher looked back down to his work Bijou opened the note and read his response:
Did you give Manx or Birman your information about me yet? I wouldn't want me the cause of you being broke around next payday.
-Bijou
Not yet, but it's nice of you to care. I'm going to present it to one of them in written format. I started last night, but to this point I'm only half done.
-Omi
The light green eyed teenager gave a thumbs up when Omi looked over his shoulder. Omi then turned his attention back to his classwork. But neither of them knew, despite Ouka wasn't in the room, one of her friends were...
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Actually, I'm American," Kandy began as she pulled off from the red light, "Born and raised for 19 years in Atlanta, Georgia. Moved to New York City with my best friend to start my career. Luckily my career blew up all over the nation from my first try."
Kandy turned onto a small street littered with cafes and restaurants; a more tourist attracted street in Tokyo.
Interested, Yoji encouraged her conversation, "Really? What'd you do back in the states?"
"Singing Icon."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," a smile creeped over her face remembering that cd from last night.
"How big?"
Kandy's brow wrinkled and she pushed her mouth to the side in thought, "My stage name was Pimptress. Let's see...I had 3 albums. First, over 5.5 millions copies on the first day across the nation. Second, was number one on Billboard charts for 3 months. Third, turned platinum in 8 hours. In my eyes I was just getting started, but it was diva status to my musical peers."
"Kuso. Your music must of been the best in the country."
Blushing she replied, "I've had people tell me that..."
"You mind turning right here so I can check in at the shop and start my shift?"
"No problem," she said getting in the turning lane.
"Go on."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The cafeteria quickly filled up with students eager to eat. Ouka's eyes narrowed as one of the girls in her gossip loop told her about Omi and Bijou passing notes. She refused to believe she was jealous. No, she wasn't jealous...she was simply marking her territory. And she was going to start as soon as she walked in.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kandy turned the air off and rolled the tinted windows down. "There, I was just starting off. After all I'd only put 4 years of hard work into my singing."
Yoji scratched his head. "If you were at such a good point, how, why and when does Kritiker come into this?"
Suddenly downed, the blonde sighed, "It's a long story. Around the making of my 4th album, I was having a creative block with tempos and melody's, so my manager decided that he'd solve that. What I thought was orginal music, were really samples that he'd stolen from other labels and artists. And when the album dropped and got big, those labels discovered that we'd hit them up.
"Behind closed doors, every label is after the same thing: money. And if they lose money, they'll do drastic things to get it back. Those particular labels, were furious. So they joined forces and hired an assassin team, much like Weiss, to take me out. I'd been hearing all types of rumors about assassins coming to get me any day then, so I was on edge. On a plane, coming from Florida, my 'killers' rigged the plane to crash and make it look like an accident.
"The crash knocked me out for a short while. When I woke up, I'd realized what happened in a split second. I saved as many people as I could before the fire from the engines began to spread. If they found out that I wasn't dead, they'd try again, so I fled the scene. The American Kritiker had seen the whole incident from afar and came to my rescue...or so I thought. Their agents found me and knocked me out - again. They assured me that I was safe for now.
Kandy onto the main street that 'Koneko' was located on.
"Then they gave me an offer: Come to Tokyo - via Japanese Kritiker - to train as an assassin for Kritiker. If I refused or told anybody I knew about Kritiker or what happened to me, they'd kill me themselves and turn my body over to the Florida Police Department. Guess what I chose?," finished Kandy as she she parked across the street from Koneko.
They got out of the truck and crossed the street. Yoji held the door for his student, polietly.
"Hey guys! Look who I found," Yoji yelled to get Ken and Aya's attention.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi nearly screamed when he saw the scene unwrapping before his very eyes. Ouka and her friends were taunting Bijou, while Bijou appeared as if she was on the edge of bitchslapping them all. The light brunette stood and dropped her backpack on the floor. She exchanged words with one of Ouka's friends and then her friend walked up to Bijou. They exchanged shoves, then dirty words and then...
BAM!
Bijou punched her straight across the face and onto the floor. Ouka gasped and another girl lunged at Bijou from behind. The french student spun around and kneed her in the stomach. She then fell, grasping her sides, struggling to get air. 4 more femmes, thought that they'd have a chance at her if they worked together. One by one Bijou cut them down to size. A swift jab, a quick flip, a head slam.
Omi was temporarily stunned by her performance, just like all the other spectators. Bijou then turned her infuriated glare on her REAL prey: Ouka. Trembling, she didn't know what to do. Poor, Ouka didn't know she'd take out all her girlfriends in a matter of seconds like so. Hell, she hadn't gave fighting a second thought.
Bijou jumped at Ouka with a fist drawn for battle. Suddenly snapping out of it, Omi shoved his way through the crowd and caught Bijou's fist in mid-swing.
Blinded by rage, Bijou could barely make out Omi's pissed expression. All she could manage was a fierce growl, "Let. Me. Go."
"Bijou...just calm down."
They were so close to each other Omi could see a few streaks of brown in her light green eyes.
Ouka took advantage of what was playing out and ran for her life. Seeing this from the corner of her eyes Bijou shoved Omi to the side and ran after Ouka. She was -going- to pound her fist into her face, and nothing was going to stop her!
Omi gained his balance and ran off after Bijou who was running after Ouka who was running anyway to just get away from the future beating of her life.
Terrified, Ouka ran wherever her feet thought was a safehaven. Ouka screamed when a set of arms grabbed her from ahead.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, Aya made no reaction at Kandy's warm smile. Ken, on the other hand, greeted her just as friendly as he would anybody else.
"Hi, Kandy."
Trying to remember, "Hey...Ken?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I remember after all," said Kandy putting her hands in her pockets.
She thought about greeting the redhead but got unsocial vibes, so the blonde kept to herself. "Where'd you find each other," Ken asked curious.
"At the park," Kandy answered for Yoji who was putting on his apron.
Yoji tied his hair back, "Yeah, a cute little girl brought us together. Speaking of kids, haven't your soccer students came by today?"
Ken looked up from organizing deliveries, "Nope. Strange, they usually come around here, same time, every Saturday."
Aya removed his apron and moved towards the door. Yoji turned to the redhead, "Where are you going?"
He didn't want to say, but he'd had a change of heart last night. Aya had made up his mind to find Devin and get the alloted information for Kritiker. Besides if he didn't, they'd be all over his ass regardless.
"Out."
"Just in case your wondering, Devin's having a snack at Janchan," Kandy spoke up.
Aya stopped dead in tracks for a second and continued on walking out the door.
Kandy bit her lip after the door closed and Aya was gone down the sidewalk. She figured she'd done something nice for the quiet guy, instead of being nosy when she shouldn't of been.
Ken exchanged glances with Yoji when they saw Kandy bite her lip.
"Don't let him get to you, Kandy," Yoji suggested.
Ken joined in, "Yeah, he's like that all the time. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Knowning him," Yoji said checking on the potted flowers, "He was probably going out of find Devin anyway."
With a sigh, Kandy tugged on her visor a bit and fought back a flush of embarassment, "Thanks, guys."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Shouting apologies at the speed of light, a thud and a scream drowned her out from behind. Ouka peeked through shut-tight eyelids to see the headmaster looming above her. His eyes were focusing on something behind her. Ouka looked over her shoulder to see that Omi had tackled Bijou and was pinning her to the ground with much effort.
The headmaster released Ouka and walked over to the two others on the floor. Bijou groaned trying to get Omi off her back, but he wasn't going anywhere after a chase like that.
Omi stared upward once he felt the headmasters shadow over them. Bijou was soon to follow suit. Their headmaster made a gesture and without a word from any of the teenagers they knew where they'd be heading, next.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aya, to be honest with himself, was pretty grateful of that tip Kandy loaned him. He would of said thanks, but that would require some type of smile, and none of his smiles were all that appealing.
As he approached Janchan, he began to wonder why he wouldn't of considered that as a place of Devin's being? Janchan was a local little cafe, never crowded nor empty, especially around this time of day. Aya walked in, his hands in his pockets. There was relaxing soul music played low from various speakers and small round tables and cushioned booths scattered about.
The atmosphere was so...so...Aya; in a strong sense that is. Why hadn't he considered this as a place of HIS being? His eyes scanned the room before coming to a young woman in a quarter sleeved blouse and long blue jean skirt. The young woman was Devin. She occasionally sipped from a cup of tea as she wrote kanji in a notebook.
Aya took a seat across from her in the booth in the corner. Devin lead her azure eyes up only to set them on Aya's cold violet ones.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are you guys doing here?! School isn't out yet," questioned Ken.
Ouka, Omi, and Bijou went in without a word.
"We were suspended, Ken-kun," Omi stated frustrated.
Ouka mumbled, "And for three days...how am I gonna explain this to my parents?"
Bijou said nothing as her head fell. All she think of was what the Paris Medical Science Labs would do to her poor body of Kritiker sent her back. A three day suspension for fighting was hardly their idea of obeying their only rule for her.
Kandy walked over and placed a gentle hand on Bijou's shoulder. Bijou glanced up through her sandy brown bangs, "It's okay, Bijou. I doubt they'll trip."
She looked up shocked. Bijou was surprised to know that Kandy would know, "How did you-?"
"Rule number 2, don't ask questions. Just lean on my comforting words, I might need my shoulder, like in the song, for Vita or Devin," she winked. Then they both chimed into cheery laughter.
Ouka, pissed, didn't see the sunny side in any of this. Yoji quickly made his way across the room and spun Ouka around in the opposite direction of Bijou. "Woah, no fighting in the shop, Ouka."
"Let me go! Shes to blame for this whole mess, and I'm gonna make her pay for real."
Yoji was now holding Ouka back. Omi had gone in the back of the shop a long time ago to release the stress of the two ladies in his life.
"Please! You couldn't bust a grape," screamed Bijou suddenly quite angry again.
"Girls," Yoji started holding back Ouka with more effort now.
"You don't want to fight each other," reasoned Kandy who was holding back Bijou as well.
They yelled in unison, "Yes, we do!"
Ken watched the tension rise between the two girls from behind the counter. 'Thank God, this isn't a busy time of the day,' he thought. In actuality, the shop was empty. "Maybe you two should just go home and cool off there. Then tomorrow you'll have forgotten about this whole arguement?"
Yoji and Kandy switched fighters. Yoji slung Bijou over his shoulder, "I like that idea a lot, Ken-kun!"
"Put me down!!!"
Kandy pinned Ouka against a window, "Me, too, Ken."
"Stop it!!!"
"I'll take Bijou home, Kandy, you get Omi to calm Ouka down until I get back."
"Okay."
Yoji went out the door with Bijou over his shoulder, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Kandy sighed and let Ouka go.
Beofre Ouka could get out the door and after Bijou, Kandy grabbed her by the collar and began to drag her to the back of the store, "Come on - we're gonna have a talk with loverboy."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Devin cleared her throat, "What do you want?"
"You want your in-training check don't you?," Aya asked eyeing her notebook, "Start talking."
Devin frowned deeply, "I don't have to tell you anything about me. Especially if you think you can just walk up and demand what you want, in that case your sadly mistaking me for someone else."
She turned her attention back to writing in the notebook like he wasn't sitting there. Aya's eyebrows knitted in anger now. He exhaled deeply.
"I'm forcing you."
She replied without bothering to look up, "There isn't much of a difference between, demanding, ordering and forcing, Aya."
Not wanted to be bothered with what he considered her trivialness Aya decided to be nice for a spilt second. Aya looked at his watch and decided he needed to get back to Kitten soon, "Since your being a bitch right now," he watched Devin's expression become cross, "Would you consider meeting me-"
"On the bridge, down the street from Koneko, at 9:00 would be best for me," cut Devin. She looked up to see him standing.
"I'll be there."
Devin slightly puzzled, but not enough to actually care, watched him exit as quickly as he entered.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoji placed Bijou's feet on solid ground. There were a good 4 blocks from the shop. By then, Bijou had lost her will to fight and gained a will get away from the japanese man.
Yoji chuckled at Bijou's facial expression. "Lighten up, kid," he joked, "My apartment is above the shop, all of ours are. We're gonna turn around, go the back way, and camp out on my balcony until Ouka leaves."
She 'hmm'ed for a moment. "What's the catch?"
Suprised, Yoji laughed again, "Wha? You don't trust me? I'm -no- fan of Ouka either, I just keep it to myself since Omi really likes her. And since you two are really beginning to fall out...I think I owe it to the genius child."
"Owe it," questioned Bijou with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," Yoji placed a hand on her shoulder and directed Bijou back towards their apartments above Koneko, "Omi and I are practically brothers. Weiss has been through thick and thin together, and having to teach the girlies shouldn't be this hard; especially after I convinced Omi to go through with it."
~Flashback~
Some hours after they'd met their students face to face, Yoji knocked on the door down the hall from his. "Knock, knock! Hey, Omi, open up. It's me."
A low grumble was his reply and then a muffled, 'The door's open' came through.
The lanky playboy let himself in. His shades slid down to the tip of his nose when he crossed into the room down the corridor. Omi was laying in bed with a pillow over his head with the lights out. Yoji flipped on the light switch.
"Uhh...are you okay, Omi-kun?," he asked concerned.
"No."
Yoji sat down on the bed next to the younger boy. "I'm guessing it's that Bijou-chick that's touched a nerve, if not...you know can tell me. Your secret's safe."
Omi brought his head from under the pillow to gaze up into emerald pools of worry. "No...you were right. It is Bijou," he sighed heavily, "Ouka's gonna raise hell for Bijou if she even suspects that something is going on between the two of us. To be honest, I like Bijou as a friend, but because of Ouka's jealously their's gonna be problems if we hang out."
"Awww," Yoji rubbed his back, "Don't worry, chibi. Bijou seems like a sweet girl. Just give it some time, you know, for Ouka and Bijou to work out their differences. Everything'll be just fine, again."
"And how are you so sure? Huh?"
"I handle women all the time. I know what I'm talking about, Omi. Just give it some time. Besides you can't drop out - Bijou'll need you as a teacher."
Omi looked away, "Wellll...."
"Oh, come on!"
"Alright, alright. I give it a week - at the least. If things aren't back to normal by a week, I'm dropping out of Persia's project. And don't mention it around me again."
~End of Flashback~
Now he had Bijou completely in front of him, and was almost pushing her towards the buildings. "While we wait we're gonna come to an agreement. Either Ouka's gonna apologize to you, or your gonna apologize to Ouka."
"What!?!?!"
"Keep on walkin'."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi took a sip of his coffee as he listened to Ouka ramble in a low voice about what happened to stir up a fight like that.
"...and then you came."
She could tell from the expression behind his mug that it was aggravation or he could see through her bold faced lie.
He placed the mug on the tabletop and leaned back. Omi silently looked her directly in the eyes. Ouka was shifting in her chair, playing with her hands, darting her eyes from left to right, and so forth.
Even if he believed her for a second her physical reactions to his staring would of been a straight give away. Ouka was too nervous of what he'd say other than what he thought about her lie. She then remembered she was wearing her watch!
The girl stopped all of her reactions at once and raised her wrist to his vision. "It's 1:00, already. Guess I should start towards home and tell my daddy what happened before the headmaster calls, right?" The brain watched her rise to her feet and grab her backpack. "See you in three days, after my punishment, of course."
Ouka then casually walked out of the back room and exited the store. Omi was so pint up with anger that his mind couldn't form words to reply to her story. 'Bijou came to us and demanded a fight.' Please!
Ken peered around the corner to the breakroom. "You okay. I didn't hear any cussing so you must still be dumbfounded by what she did."
He walked over and took a seat. Omi sighed and looked at Ken, "Not exactly dumbfounded, Ken-kun. Just...what's a big word for shocked? My mind can't respond to my thoughts this soon, yet."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aya entered back into the shop. Kandy was sitting behind the counter like she worked there. She smiled at him when he walked past and put his apron back on.
"Where are the other's?," he asked her purely confused. When he left both of the guys were here and now it was just her.
Kandy, startled by the fact that he could talk, replied, "Ken is in the back with Omi and Yoji just left with Bijou."
He raised his eyebrows. "Omi and Bijou? School isn't out yet."
"And Ouka too. They all got suspended for being in a fight."
That was all the information Aya needed to know, thanks. Boy, this week was just getting stranger and stranger everyday. Omi? Suspended? For being in a fight!?
Just then a door in the back opened and closed. Yoji entered whistling, shades on top of his head. He waved at Aya, and resumed his spot behind the counter. "Ya find Devin at that cafe?"
Aya didn't respond, instead he questioned him, "Where's Ken? And where did you just come from?"
"I had to cool Bijou down. We saw Ouka leave and so she chilling out on my balcony. And Keeeennnn...-"
"In the back tending to Omi. He's pretty frustrated right now," informed Kandy.
"Oh, and about Omi, Aya. Ouka's girlfriends and Bijou were in a fight. From what we heard, Bijou beat up all her friends and went after Ouka. But before she could beat her up Omi stepped in. The headmaster caught then and assumed all three of them were fighting and suspended them. Ouka and Bijou were about to break into a fight just now."
"Hmm."
Aya looked away and turned around to face the empty shop. That was unfortunate, but he had to prepare himself for Devin tonight, which was only some hours ahead of him.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally! I thought I'd never get done with this one. It's longer than the other chapters, to me. Maybe not. Part 4: Pimptress; complete. This was wrote to give you full insight of Kandy's past since the last chapter was about Bijou's complicated life in Paris. I didn't mention so much as a few sentences of Vita - yeah that's who's missing! Remember her, the dj in the jersey dress? Uh, yeah. I try my best to include everybody, yet save the best for last. Part 5: [focused on Devin, Vita, Ken, and Aya] Our Families; in the works as soon as possible. I promise! Until then, let me know if I'm out of character BAD on one of the guys or not. It's nice to know, since I haven't seen much of this anime, just the manga. No footnotes this time :D -----
I'm guessing everybody knows that I don't own Project Weiss. I mean *cough* why would I be writing fanfiction? Wouldn't I just make my own REAL episodes? Come on - think people...
by Kandy
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Yoji yawned. "I guess she was for real," he mumbled as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He hadn't had another dream about his Asuka ever since that night.
He went on to dry his damp body and brush out his wet waves. He hadn't forgot, he had to find Kandy and build some kindof bond so he could keep his pay.
After dressing himself in a light blue Calvin Klein shirt and Polo blue jeans with a pair of matching Timberlands.
After sliding on his shades, Yoji left his apartment and started off with a walk in the park. It was Saturday and little kids were almost everywhere. 'Boy would Ken enjoy this,' he thought as he watched one little girl bounce a soccer ball around. He sat down on a bench and decided he'd watch her for a little while he gathered thoughts on where to find Kandy.
The little girl was adorable. She had two short, curly, brunette ponytails and hazel eyes. She bounced her ball off her knee and kicked it. The ball went against her wishes and rolled past the bench Yoji was sitting on and into a bush instead of going straight ahead.
"Hey, mister! Catch my ball!," she stated with a squeaky voice.
Yoji got up and went into the brush of bushes. He gasped when he saw what was on the other side.
"Hey, Yoji. This isn't yours by any chance, is it?" asked Kandy holding the girl's soccer ball. She wore her hair in a high ponytail with a white tank top and flare jeans. Plus Burberry shoes, visor, backpack purse, and belt.
"Kandy! I was just thinking about you. And it's not my ball," Yoji lead her back out into the opening. The girl jumped up and down, thrilled upon seeing her ball. Kandy smiled and squatted low.
"My ball!"
"Here you go," said Kandy as she gave the ball back to it's rightful owner.
"Thanks, lady."
And with that the girl began bouncing the soccer ball as she ran back to who looked like her mother.
The blonde turned to Yoji, "I'm glad I ran into you."
"You? I was just about to try and find you. Mind if we talk?," he asked.
"Not at all. But I was just about to leave when that soccer ball hit me in the leg. So, is it okay with you if we talk in my truck?"
"Sure."
"Great! Let's go," Kandy grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the sidewalk and towards her truck. "I was worried about leaving my truck parked on the sidewalk like this."
Yoji was speechless as she approached a white Cadilak Escalade complete with shiny rims and tinted windows. Kandy dug into her pocket and produced the keys. Yoji walked around it to the passenger's side in awe. Kandy unlocked the doors and Yoji hopped in.
And before he knew it they were off. Kandy was smoothly taking them down the street. She reached up and turned the cd player on. American soul music, turned low, begin to fill the truck.
"Soooo...what did you wanna talk about, Yoji? Or do you just wanna bond with me so you can keep your paycheck," she asked fluttering her lashes.
Yoji swallowed hard. He couldn't exactly say he was attracted to her, romantically or sexually, but sparks flew from some department. If only he knew which...
"Moshimoshi? Earth to Yoji," Kandy said in a beautiful sing-song voice as she waved her hand in front of his face at a red light.
Yoji rubbed his eye, "Huh? What did you say?"
"I sa-id, what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, that," the japanese man shifted in his seat, "Hmm...How about orgins? You don't look too Japanese."
She laughed, "Wow, you noticed! Guess I'll start there then."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi looked over his shoulder in Advanced English. Bijou glanced up at him and quickly went back to doing her classwork. Omi picked up his pen and scribbled on the slip of paper.
When the teacher wasn't watching Omi balled the paper back up and placed it on the floor. He then did a well placed kicked with the heel of his shoe and sent the piece of paper flying back two desk. Omi thanked God, this was the one class he didn't share with Ouka or she'd know that they were passing notes. The type someone would easily mistake for love notes.
Bijou stopped it from flying with the toe of her Mary Janes and grabbed it quickly. She brought it from the floor to her desk. The teacher was staring so she didn't look up or mess with the paperball, she just went back to doing her work. As soon as the teacher looked back down to his work Bijou opened the note and read his response:
Did you give Manx or Birman your information about me yet? I wouldn't want me the cause of you being broke around next payday.
-Bijou
Not yet, but it's nice of you to care. I'm going to present it to one of them in written format. I started last night, but to this point I'm only half done.
-Omi
The light green eyed teenager gave a thumbs up when Omi looked over his shoulder. Omi then turned his attention back to his classwork. But neither of them knew, despite Ouka wasn't in the room, one of her friends were...
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Actually, I'm American," Kandy began as she pulled off from the red light, "Born and raised for 19 years in Atlanta, Georgia. Moved to New York City with my best friend to start my career. Luckily my career blew up all over the nation from my first try."
Kandy turned onto a small street littered with cafes and restaurants; a more tourist attracted street in Tokyo.
Interested, Yoji encouraged her conversation, "Really? What'd you do back in the states?"
"Singing Icon."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," a smile creeped over her face remembering that cd from last night.
"How big?"
Kandy's brow wrinkled and she pushed her mouth to the side in thought, "My stage name was Pimptress. Let's see...I had 3 albums. First, over 5.5 millions copies on the first day across the nation. Second, was number one on Billboard charts for 3 months. Third, turned platinum in 8 hours. In my eyes I was just getting started, but it was diva status to my musical peers."
"Kuso. Your music must of been the best in the country."
Blushing she replied, "I've had people tell me that..."
"You mind turning right here so I can check in at the shop and start my shift?"
"No problem," she said getting in the turning lane.
"Go on."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The cafeteria quickly filled up with students eager to eat. Ouka's eyes narrowed as one of the girls in her gossip loop told her about Omi and Bijou passing notes. She refused to believe she was jealous. No, she wasn't jealous...she was simply marking her territory. And she was going to start as soon as she walked in.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kandy turned the air off and rolled the tinted windows down. "There, I was just starting off. After all I'd only put 4 years of hard work into my singing."
Yoji scratched his head. "If you were at such a good point, how, why and when does Kritiker come into this?"
Suddenly downed, the blonde sighed, "It's a long story. Around the making of my 4th album, I was having a creative block with tempos and melody's, so my manager decided that he'd solve that. What I thought was orginal music, were really samples that he'd stolen from other labels and artists. And when the album dropped and got big, those labels discovered that we'd hit them up.
"Behind closed doors, every label is after the same thing: money. And if they lose money, they'll do drastic things to get it back. Those particular labels, were furious. So they joined forces and hired an assassin team, much like Weiss, to take me out. I'd been hearing all types of rumors about assassins coming to get me any day then, so I was on edge. On a plane, coming from Florida, my 'killers' rigged the plane to crash and make it look like an accident.
"The crash knocked me out for a short while. When I woke up, I'd realized what happened in a split second. I saved as many people as I could before the fire from the engines began to spread. If they found out that I wasn't dead, they'd try again, so I fled the scene. The American Kritiker had seen the whole incident from afar and came to my rescue...or so I thought. Their agents found me and knocked me out - again. They assured me that I was safe for now.
Kandy onto the main street that 'Koneko' was located on.
"Then they gave me an offer: Come to Tokyo - via Japanese Kritiker - to train as an assassin for Kritiker. If I refused or told anybody I knew about Kritiker or what happened to me, they'd kill me themselves and turn my body over to the Florida Police Department. Guess what I chose?," finished Kandy as she she parked across the street from Koneko.
They got out of the truck and crossed the street. Yoji held the door for his student, polietly.
"Hey guys! Look who I found," Yoji yelled to get Ken and Aya's attention.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi nearly screamed when he saw the scene unwrapping before his very eyes. Ouka and her friends were taunting Bijou, while Bijou appeared as if she was on the edge of bitchslapping them all. The light brunette stood and dropped her backpack on the floor. She exchanged words with one of Ouka's friends and then her friend walked up to Bijou. They exchanged shoves, then dirty words and then...
BAM!
Bijou punched her straight across the face and onto the floor. Ouka gasped and another girl lunged at Bijou from behind. The french student spun around and kneed her in the stomach. She then fell, grasping her sides, struggling to get air. 4 more femmes, thought that they'd have a chance at her if they worked together. One by one Bijou cut them down to size. A swift jab, a quick flip, a head slam.
Omi was temporarily stunned by her performance, just like all the other spectators. Bijou then turned her infuriated glare on her REAL prey: Ouka. Trembling, she didn't know what to do. Poor, Ouka didn't know she'd take out all her girlfriends in a matter of seconds like so. Hell, she hadn't gave fighting a second thought.
Bijou jumped at Ouka with a fist drawn for battle. Suddenly snapping out of it, Omi shoved his way through the crowd and caught Bijou's fist in mid-swing.
Blinded by rage, Bijou could barely make out Omi's pissed expression. All she could manage was a fierce growl, "Let. Me. Go."
"Bijou...just calm down."
They were so close to each other Omi could see a few streaks of brown in her light green eyes.
Ouka took advantage of what was playing out and ran for her life. Seeing this from the corner of her eyes Bijou shoved Omi to the side and ran after Ouka. She was -going- to pound her fist into her face, and nothing was going to stop her!
Omi gained his balance and ran off after Bijou who was running after Ouka who was running anyway to just get away from the future beating of her life.
Terrified, Ouka ran wherever her feet thought was a safehaven. Ouka screamed when a set of arms grabbed her from ahead.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, Aya made no reaction at Kandy's warm smile. Ken, on the other hand, greeted her just as friendly as he would anybody else.
"Hi, Kandy."
Trying to remember, "Hey...Ken?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I remember after all," said Kandy putting her hands in her pockets.
She thought about greeting the redhead but got unsocial vibes, so the blonde kept to herself. "Where'd you find each other," Ken asked curious.
"At the park," Kandy answered for Yoji who was putting on his apron.
Yoji tied his hair back, "Yeah, a cute little girl brought us together. Speaking of kids, haven't your soccer students came by today?"
Ken looked up from organizing deliveries, "Nope. Strange, they usually come around here, same time, every Saturday."
Aya removed his apron and moved towards the door. Yoji turned to the redhead, "Where are you going?"
He didn't want to say, but he'd had a change of heart last night. Aya had made up his mind to find Devin and get the alloted information for Kritiker. Besides if he didn't, they'd be all over his ass regardless.
"Out."
"Just in case your wondering, Devin's having a snack at Janchan," Kandy spoke up.
Aya stopped dead in tracks for a second and continued on walking out the door.
Kandy bit her lip after the door closed and Aya was gone down the sidewalk. She figured she'd done something nice for the quiet guy, instead of being nosy when she shouldn't of been.
Ken exchanged glances with Yoji when they saw Kandy bite her lip.
"Don't let him get to you, Kandy," Yoji suggested.
Ken joined in, "Yeah, he's like that all the time. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Knowning him," Yoji said checking on the potted flowers, "He was probably going out of find Devin anyway."
With a sigh, Kandy tugged on her visor a bit and fought back a flush of embarassment, "Thanks, guys."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Shouting apologies at the speed of light, a thud and a scream drowned her out from behind. Ouka peeked through shut-tight eyelids to see the headmaster looming above her. His eyes were focusing on something behind her. Ouka looked over her shoulder to see that Omi had tackled Bijou and was pinning her to the ground with much effort.
The headmaster released Ouka and walked over to the two others on the floor. Bijou groaned trying to get Omi off her back, but he wasn't going anywhere after a chase like that.
Omi stared upward once he felt the headmasters shadow over them. Bijou was soon to follow suit. Their headmaster made a gesture and without a word from any of the teenagers they knew where they'd be heading, next.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aya, to be honest with himself, was pretty grateful of that tip Kandy loaned him. He would of said thanks, but that would require some type of smile, and none of his smiles were all that appealing.
As he approached Janchan, he began to wonder why he wouldn't of considered that as a place of Devin's being? Janchan was a local little cafe, never crowded nor empty, especially around this time of day. Aya walked in, his hands in his pockets. There was relaxing soul music played low from various speakers and small round tables and cushioned booths scattered about.
The atmosphere was so...so...Aya; in a strong sense that is. Why hadn't he considered this as a place of HIS being? His eyes scanned the room before coming to a young woman in a quarter sleeved blouse and long blue jean skirt. The young woman was Devin. She occasionally sipped from a cup of tea as she wrote kanji in a notebook.
Aya took a seat across from her in the booth in the corner. Devin lead her azure eyes up only to set them on Aya's cold violet ones.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are you guys doing here?! School isn't out yet," questioned Ken.
Ouka, Omi, and Bijou went in without a word.
"We were suspended, Ken-kun," Omi stated frustrated.
Ouka mumbled, "And for three days...how am I gonna explain this to my parents?"
Bijou said nothing as her head fell. All she think of was what the Paris Medical Science Labs would do to her poor body of Kritiker sent her back. A three day suspension for fighting was hardly their idea of obeying their only rule for her.
Kandy walked over and placed a gentle hand on Bijou's shoulder. Bijou glanced up through her sandy brown bangs, "It's okay, Bijou. I doubt they'll trip."
She looked up shocked. Bijou was surprised to know that Kandy would know, "How did you-?"
"Rule number 2, don't ask questions. Just lean on my comforting words, I might need my shoulder, like in the song, for Vita or Devin," she winked. Then they both chimed into cheery laughter.
Ouka, pissed, didn't see the sunny side in any of this. Yoji quickly made his way across the room and spun Ouka around in the opposite direction of Bijou. "Woah, no fighting in the shop, Ouka."
"Let me go! Shes to blame for this whole mess, and I'm gonna make her pay for real."
Yoji was now holding Ouka back. Omi had gone in the back of the shop a long time ago to release the stress of the two ladies in his life.
"Please! You couldn't bust a grape," screamed Bijou suddenly quite angry again.
"Girls," Yoji started holding back Ouka with more effort now.
"You don't want to fight each other," reasoned Kandy who was holding back Bijou as well.
They yelled in unison, "Yes, we do!"
Ken watched the tension rise between the two girls from behind the counter. 'Thank God, this isn't a busy time of the day,' he thought. In actuality, the shop was empty. "Maybe you two should just go home and cool off there. Then tomorrow you'll have forgotten about this whole arguement?"
Yoji and Kandy switched fighters. Yoji slung Bijou over his shoulder, "I like that idea a lot, Ken-kun!"
"Put me down!!!"
Kandy pinned Ouka against a window, "Me, too, Ken."
"Stop it!!!"
"I'll take Bijou home, Kandy, you get Omi to calm Ouka down until I get back."
"Okay."
Yoji went out the door with Bijou over his shoulder, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Kandy sighed and let Ouka go.
Beofre Ouka could get out the door and after Bijou, Kandy grabbed her by the collar and began to drag her to the back of the store, "Come on - we're gonna have a talk with loverboy."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Devin cleared her throat, "What do you want?"
"You want your in-training check don't you?," Aya asked eyeing her notebook, "Start talking."
Devin frowned deeply, "I don't have to tell you anything about me. Especially if you think you can just walk up and demand what you want, in that case your sadly mistaking me for someone else."
She turned her attention back to writing in the notebook like he wasn't sitting there. Aya's eyebrows knitted in anger now. He exhaled deeply.
"I'm forcing you."
She replied without bothering to look up, "There isn't much of a difference between, demanding, ordering and forcing, Aya."
Not wanted to be bothered with what he considered her trivialness Aya decided to be nice for a spilt second. Aya looked at his watch and decided he needed to get back to Kitten soon, "Since your being a bitch right now," he watched Devin's expression become cross, "Would you consider meeting me-"
"On the bridge, down the street from Koneko, at 9:00 would be best for me," cut Devin. She looked up to see him standing.
"I'll be there."
Devin slightly puzzled, but not enough to actually care, watched him exit as quickly as he entered.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Yoji placed Bijou's feet on solid ground. There were a good 4 blocks from the shop. By then, Bijou had lost her will to fight and gained a will get away from the japanese man.
Yoji chuckled at Bijou's facial expression. "Lighten up, kid," he joked, "My apartment is above the shop, all of ours are. We're gonna turn around, go the back way, and camp out on my balcony until Ouka leaves."
She 'hmm'ed for a moment. "What's the catch?"
Suprised, Yoji laughed again, "Wha? You don't trust me? I'm -no- fan of Ouka either, I just keep it to myself since Omi really likes her. And since you two are really beginning to fall out...I think I owe it to the genius child."
"Owe it," questioned Bijou with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," Yoji placed a hand on her shoulder and directed Bijou back towards their apartments above Koneko, "Omi and I are practically brothers. Weiss has been through thick and thin together, and having to teach the girlies shouldn't be this hard; especially after I convinced Omi to go through with it."
~Flashback~
Some hours after they'd met their students face to face, Yoji knocked on the door down the hall from his. "Knock, knock! Hey, Omi, open up. It's me."
A low grumble was his reply and then a muffled, 'The door's open' came through.
The lanky playboy let himself in. His shades slid down to the tip of his nose when he crossed into the room down the corridor. Omi was laying in bed with a pillow over his head with the lights out. Yoji flipped on the light switch.
"Uhh...are you okay, Omi-kun?," he asked concerned.
"No."
Yoji sat down on the bed next to the younger boy. "I'm guessing it's that Bijou-chick that's touched a nerve, if not...you know can tell me. Your secret's safe."
Omi brought his head from under the pillow to gaze up into emerald pools of worry. "No...you were right. It is Bijou," he sighed heavily, "Ouka's gonna raise hell for Bijou if she even suspects that something is going on between the two of us. To be honest, I like Bijou as a friend, but because of Ouka's jealously their's gonna be problems if we hang out."
"Awww," Yoji rubbed his back, "Don't worry, chibi. Bijou seems like a sweet girl. Just give it some time, you know, for Ouka and Bijou to work out their differences. Everything'll be just fine, again."
"And how are you so sure? Huh?"
"I handle women all the time. I know what I'm talking about, Omi. Just give it some time. Besides you can't drop out - Bijou'll need you as a teacher."
Omi looked away, "Wellll...."
"Oh, come on!"
"Alright, alright. I give it a week - at the least. If things aren't back to normal by a week, I'm dropping out of Persia's project. And don't mention it around me again."
~End of Flashback~
Now he had Bijou completely in front of him, and was almost pushing her towards the buildings. "While we wait we're gonna come to an agreement. Either Ouka's gonna apologize to you, or your gonna apologize to Ouka."
"What!?!?!"
"Keep on walkin'."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Omi took a sip of his coffee as he listened to Ouka ramble in a low voice about what happened to stir up a fight like that.
"...and then you came."
She could tell from the expression behind his mug that it was aggravation or he could see through her bold faced lie.
He placed the mug on the tabletop and leaned back. Omi silently looked her directly in the eyes. Ouka was shifting in her chair, playing with her hands, darting her eyes from left to right, and so forth.
Even if he believed her for a second her physical reactions to his staring would of been a straight give away. Ouka was too nervous of what he'd say other than what he thought about her lie. She then remembered she was wearing her watch!
The girl stopped all of her reactions at once and raised her wrist to his vision. "It's 1:00, already. Guess I should start towards home and tell my daddy what happened before the headmaster calls, right?" The brain watched her rise to her feet and grab her backpack. "See you in three days, after my punishment, of course."
Ouka then casually walked out of the back room and exited the store. Omi was so pint up with anger that his mind couldn't form words to reply to her story. 'Bijou came to us and demanded a fight.' Please!
Ken peered around the corner to the breakroom. "You okay. I didn't hear any cussing so you must still be dumbfounded by what she did."
He walked over and took a seat. Omi sighed and looked at Ken, "Not exactly dumbfounded, Ken-kun. Just...what's a big word for shocked? My mind can't respond to my thoughts this soon, yet."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aya entered back into the shop. Kandy was sitting behind the counter like she worked there. She smiled at him when he walked past and put his apron back on.
"Where are the other's?," he asked her purely confused. When he left both of the guys were here and now it was just her.
Kandy, startled by the fact that he could talk, replied, "Ken is in the back with Omi and Yoji just left with Bijou."
He raised his eyebrows. "Omi and Bijou? School isn't out yet."
"And Ouka too. They all got suspended for being in a fight."
That was all the information Aya needed to know, thanks. Boy, this week was just getting stranger and stranger everyday. Omi? Suspended? For being in a fight!?
Just then a door in the back opened and closed. Yoji entered whistling, shades on top of his head. He waved at Aya, and resumed his spot behind the counter. "Ya find Devin at that cafe?"
Aya didn't respond, instead he questioned him, "Where's Ken? And where did you just come from?"
"I had to cool Bijou down. We saw Ouka leave and so she chilling out on my balcony. And Keeeennnn...-"
"In the back tending to Omi. He's pretty frustrated right now," informed Kandy.
"Oh, and about Omi, Aya. Ouka's girlfriends and Bijou were in a fight. From what we heard, Bijou beat up all her friends and went after Ouka. But before she could beat her up Omi stepped in. The headmaster caught then and assumed all three of them were fighting and suspended them. Ouka and Bijou were about to break into a fight just now."
"Hmm."
Aya looked away and turned around to face the empty shop. That was unfortunate, but he had to prepare himself for Devin tonight, which was only some hours ahead of him.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally! I thought I'd never get done with this one. It's longer than the other chapters, to me. Maybe not. Part 4: Pimptress; complete. This was wrote to give you full insight of Kandy's past since the last chapter was about Bijou's complicated life in Paris. I didn't mention so much as a few sentences of Vita - yeah that's who's missing! Remember her, the dj in the jersey dress? Uh, yeah. I try my best to include everybody, yet save the best for last. Part 5: [focused on Devin, Vita, Ken, and Aya] Our Families; in the works as soon as possible. I promise! Until then, let me know if I'm out of character BAD on one of the guys or not. It's nice to know, since I haven't seen much of this anime, just the manga. No footnotes this time :D -----
I'm guessing everybody knows that I don't own Project Weiss. I mean *cough* why would I be writing fanfiction? Wouldn't I just make my own REAL episodes? Come on - think people...