I don't own Weiss....*sigh* BUT I DO own all the other chars in this chapter! HA!
Morgan shut the door behind her and punched buttons on the stereo she had just set up that morning. After a few moments of searching through the tracks, the opening to Dir En Grey's "Cage" filtered through the speakers. She plopped down on her bed and covered her eyes with her arm. Just as she was starting to doze off there was a light knock at her door.
"Hai?"
"Ano..it's Yoji, I wanted to apologize, can I come in?"
There was a pause.
"...Hai."
Yoji slowly opened the door to the girl's room and raised an eyebrow at the fact that she didn't even bother to remove her arm from her eyes.
"Fairmez la port.." Morgan mumbled at her confused team mate.
"Er?" -What the hell? French?-
"I said shut the door."
"...Oh" He did so.
"You wanted to apologize?" Morgan questioned softly.
"Er, yeah. I'm sorry about what I said. I had no place to say it and it was rude," he stated matter-of-factly.
Morgan just grunted in response and Yoji took a quick sweep of the room, noting how the teen personalized the once empty room.
"Mind if I take a look around a bit? Maybe get to know a bit more of what you like?"
"Stay out of the drawers," was her only reply.
Taking that as a "yes" Yoji surveyed the room. Scattered randomly on the walls were various wall scrolls and posters of animes and bands, both Japanese and English. What interested Yoji the most were the array of pictures taped up around her vanity.* The majority of them consisted of pictures of young people with instruments and goofing off, a few including Morgan.
"You a musician?"
"Used to be."
"What happened?"
"Lost my guitar."
"Sing?"
"Lost my band."
"Hm.." Yoji chose that point in time to leave.
Morgan lifted her arm and raised an eyebrow at Yoji's sudden departure.
Yoji walked back down the hall to his room. Something about, what he liked to refer to as a, fallen musician did not sit right with him. He, himself is one and he regrets it to this very day. The only time he ever got to revert to his musician ways was when the shop was empty and he, Ken and Omi would goof off and sing along with the radio and he had to admit they all sung quite well. Though Aya never joined in, Yoji had occasionally heard him sing in the shower when he thought no one was home.
Yoji sighed and flopped down on his bed. There was something odd about Morgan he could not place. Instead of flirting shamelessly with her like he would have any other girl he had been a complete ass towards her since she moved in a week ago. He decided right then and there to at least try to accept her more into the group, figuring she needed all the friends she could get and maybe...Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Yoji!" It was Ken, "Oi! Yoji! Manx is here!"
"Manx? Ah crap. Mission."
"White hunters of the night, hunt the tomorrows of these dark beasts." The lights flipped back on. "Everyone in?" Manx asked out of procedure. It was a simple mission. Get in, get the disk, kill the target, get out. They'd done it a thousand times so naturally they all agreed, even Morgan.
"Good. Now it is critical that this be carried out tonight."
'My first mission," Morgan thought, 'This'll be fun.'
So..? Did it live up to your expectations? I know it's kinda short and it took a while to post. I have most of ch 3 written in my note book, it's just typing it up that takes me forever. Please review though, having your only reviewers be your friends is sad .
Morgan shut the door behind her and punched buttons on the stereo she had just set up that morning. After a few moments of searching through the tracks, the opening to Dir En Grey's "Cage" filtered through the speakers. She plopped down on her bed and covered her eyes with her arm. Just as she was starting to doze off there was a light knock at her door.
"Hai?"
"Ano..it's Yoji, I wanted to apologize, can I come in?"
There was a pause.
"...Hai."
Yoji slowly opened the door to the girl's room and raised an eyebrow at the fact that she didn't even bother to remove her arm from her eyes.
"Fairmez la port.." Morgan mumbled at her confused team mate.
"Er?" -What the hell? French?-
"I said shut the door."
"...Oh" He did so.
"You wanted to apologize?" Morgan questioned softly.
"Er, yeah. I'm sorry about what I said. I had no place to say it and it was rude," he stated matter-of-factly.
Morgan just grunted in response and Yoji took a quick sweep of the room, noting how the teen personalized the once empty room.
"Mind if I take a look around a bit? Maybe get to know a bit more of what you like?"
"Stay out of the drawers," was her only reply.
Taking that as a "yes" Yoji surveyed the room. Scattered randomly on the walls were various wall scrolls and posters of animes and bands, both Japanese and English. What interested Yoji the most were the array of pictures taped up around her vanity.* The majority of them consisted of pictures of young people with instruments and goofing off, a few including Morgan.
"You a musician?"
"Used to be."
"What happened?"
"Lost my guitar."
"Sing?"
"Lost my band."
"Hm.." Yoji chose that point in time to leave.
Morgan lifted her arm and raised an eyebrow at Yoji's sudden departure.
Yoji walked back down the hall to his room. Something about, what he liked to refer to as a, fallen musician did not sit right with him. He, himself is one and he regrets it to this very day. The only time he ever got to revert to his musician ways was when the shop was empty and he, Ken and Omi would goof off and sing along with the radio and he had to admit they all sung quite well. Though Aya never joined in, Yoji had occasionally heard him sing in the shower when he thought no one was home.
Yoji sighed and flopped down on his bed. There was something odd about Morgan he could not place. Instead of flirting shamelessly with her like he would have any other girl he had been a complete ass towards her since she moved in a week ago. He decided right then and there to at least try to accept her more into the group, figuring she needed all the friends she could get and maybe...Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Yoji!" It was Ken, "Oi! Yoji! Manx is here!"
"Manx? Ah crap. Mission."
"White hunters of the night, hunt the tomorrows of these dark beasts." The lights flipped back on. "Everyone in?" Manx asked out of procedure. It was a simple mission. Get in, get the disk, kill the target, get out. They'd done it a thousand times so naturally they all agreed, even Morgan.
"Good. Now it is critical that this be carried out tonight."
'My first mission," Morgan thought, 'This'll be fun.'
So..? Did it live up to your expectations? I know it's kinda short and it took a while to post. I have most of ch 3 written in my note book, it's just typing it up that takes me forever. Please review though, having your only reviewers be your friends is sad .