Oooo, woooow, you people are actually enjoying this? Please, drugs and booze aren't healthy for you, because that can really be the only way you're liking this ^_~ (j/k) I want to thank all sooo much for your support and I hope this installment doesn't scare you away! So thank you: Pocky King Windy (oniichan! bah, so you caught me, now whatcha gonna do, huh? XD), Misura (^__^ lookie, I made time!), CherubKatan (COMON, you KNOW that isn't the only leather thong Rannie owns! ^_~), LittleIsa (*bounces* hmm, actually, I don't know myself where it's going ^^;;;), Carter Tachikawa (yooo! Happy to see that you're taking time to hurt god as well), Jenken (aiyaa! *tries to walk with you attached to leg), windigo.56 (why, thank you! ^^), Atsureki (*smirk* seeee? you should update too! And Rannie won't be getting his thong back anytime soon), Heather (yeah, it does help, ne?), hyperventilator (Gentians are pretty flowers, ne? *dangles thong some more), and Olivia (^__^ no more waiting then)
Standard Disclaimer:
Ken: Will you please stop moping about it already?
kami: But... IT'S NOT FAIR! I WANT TO OWN WEIß!!
Ran: *cough* But? *glares at kami*
kami: Yesyes, they're Koyasu Takehito's and Project Weiß's. *siigh*
Ran: *puts arm around Ken*
Ken: Yeah, the world isn't fair, huh?
kami: ;______;
Misc: Shounen-ai/yaoi in later chapters, clean stuff here. No pairings YET but if you know me, you know what the pairing and in what order it'll most likely be (yes, I'm THAT predictable). I loved the reviews, but flames to myself or any other writer are unacceptible and a waste of our time and yours. Oh! I never said when this fic takes place, hmm... after the original TV series, but before the dramas. Aya-chan isn't around, let's say she's abroad studying.
BTW, this denotes thought, and only with the exception of the prologue and a few parts, 'this denotes a voice, who that voice is, is entirely up to you' *This denotes emphasis*
Liberation Through You - by kamibukurosama
The mission was a successful one, but by all means not a simple one. Numerous gory murders later, the four Weiß members arrived home just before daybreak. All four were in particularly bad moods. They were drenched in more blood than necessary, even though a speck of blood not their own on them was really more than necessary for anyone. What made things worse, Omi had the opening shift at the flower shoppe and Yohji and Aya weren't pleasant or even safe to be around with when angry.
The other three trekked to their rooms for their precious few hours of rest after cleaning themselves up. Ken, having the morning shift as well, lingered for a bit in the shower.
He stood in the stall, watching with a morbid fascination as ruddy-colored water trickled down his body and down the drain. Was that blood the only proof that those people he killed, once lived? Was that all that was left once you were gone? Something to be washed away so nonchalantly? No, but it sure seemed that way to Ken.
He put tanned hands under the running water and it took a few minutes for the water to rinse off clear. If only the turmoil and great sadness he felt inside washed off so easily! If only it took water, soap and a little scrubbing and simply washed down the drain, never to be thought of again! Ken, unfortunately, was not that lucky, nor were his comrades.
Ken could be viewed as the greatest person on Earth for smiling all the time and bringing others happiness before worrying about his own. Or he could be called a fool for not confiding in anyone to help him cope with his problems,letting them build up... Whatever... He knew he was a fool but would continue to smile anyway.
Ken's opening shift was with Omi. Omi was almost always in high spirits, but last night's mission seemed especially hard on everyone. It was so strange to see the normally cheerful boy so quiet! His normally sparkling cerulean eyes were dark and troubled. This just wouldn't do for Ken.
"Ne, Omi. I hear the ice cream shoppe down the street is looking for testers for new flavors! You want to try it?" asked Ken, putting on a bright smile.
"I guess..." Omi shrugged, obviously not too enthusiastic.
Trying a bit harder to cheer the kid up, "Com'on! It'll be fun! I hear they're currently testing out vegetable flavors!"
Omi made a scrunched-up face then smiled. "There's no point in going with you. You'd chicken out before you'd taste them yourself, Ken-kun!"
Ken felt his face turn red, flustered at having been somewhat insulted. But he was glad knowing he could help Omi forget, if at least temporarily, the horrible nightlife they all lived. "Oh yeah? I dare you! And if you try it first, I'll double the portion you tasted!" Ken inwardly winced, knowing he hated the notion of brussel sprout ice cream. Omi amusedly shook his head at poor Ken-kun that never thought ahead and always got himself into trouble. The blonde laughed. "All right Ken-kun, you're on! And I've heard good things about the eggplant ice cream. Look! It's lunch break!" he proceeded to drag Ken out of the store and flipped the sign to 'closed'. "Let's go!"
"Sure!" Good Omi, I rather you worry about ice cream flavors then...
"Dare you to try the celery, Omi," he laughed out as he ran with Omi down the block. Omi stopped short in his tracks and looked straight up at Ken's face. Omi smiled... one of his regular smiles, bright blue eyes full of cheer and life, and gratitude. "Lemme think about it Ken-kun, hmm... NO!"
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For the rest of the day, Ken mostly stayed in bed nursing an upset stomach. Omi had decided to be courageous and try every new flavor (minus the celery). Ken had a hard time not running to the bathroom after every taste. SPINACH! What were they thinking?!
Aya and Yohji's afternoon shift was quite a busy one and Ken had promised that he'd help with the closing. Early that evening, he went downstairs to the flower shop, keeping his word.
Both men were in the same condition Omi was in that morning. Distant and cold... well, at least for Yohji that wasn't normal. Yohji was the life of the party but today he seemed to snap at anyone that so much as breathed on his frayed nerves.
The three men cleaned the store in silence. Aya was organizing the orders for arrangements and working on the accounts. Ken brought in the outside displays while Yohji swept. Willing his rebellious stomach down, Ken tried for some idle conversation.
"So, how are we on gathering every pretty legal girl's number in Japan?" asked Ken.
Yohji glared, "What the fuck Ken, are you calling me a pimp?"
Meep, okaaaaay... Ken blushed, "N-no! But... I thought you said that was a compliment?"
"Keep going, Ken. That hole you're digging yourself might accommodate that fat head of yours," spat out Yohji.
Swallowing a very clever comeback line, Ken tried again. "No, really. Omi told me about that girl that came in and returned the request for a date. Say! You know that new raver's club downtown that just opened?" Com'on fishie, take the bait.
"Yeah, the club not even *I* can get an invite to? Psh, you're saying you could get me in?" asked Yohji, emerald eyes showing a sign of hope.
Oh god, I spent forever pulling strings so I could go... "Erm, yeah. This friend of mine at soccer told me he wouldn't be able to go and gave me two invites. Want them?" he lied. Ken was a regular at bars and clubs and was actually known in the community under a pseudomyn. Even for him, those passes were not easy to come by and it would take him a while to find those again. None of the others knew that Ken was possibly worse than Yohji in the field of going out to get drunk and wasted. Ken at the time found a new respect for Yohji in a weird way. Alcohol did indeed make you forget your problems, even if temporarily. But he just wasn't stupid enough to do it regularly and wasn't as conspicuous about it as the resident playboy. Who knew all that 'clumsiness' was all an act?
Yohji's eyes lightened up, "Oh my god, Ken, you're serious?"
"Yeah... yup! You just got lucky I guess..." he said, pulling two invites from his pocket.
Yohji seemed back to his old self, waggling his eyebrows. "Oh Kenken, whether or not I get lucky remains to be seen, but when I do tonight, I'll dedicate it to you." He flashed a smile, dropped the broom and patted Ken's head as he ran for the stairs to his room. "Thanks a bunch, Kenken! I owe you one!"
Damnit, *I* wanted those! "No, you don't. Enjoy yourself, Yohji."
*bangs head* Okay, that came out a little weird, I really need to get my thoughts in order. In the next chapter, you'll see the pairing come in, so hopefully I won't keep you waiting too long. *bows repeatedly* Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!!!Ran: *waving katana* GIVE IT BACK! *chases after kami who still has possession of a certain leather thong*
kami: XD *runs around in circles and lures Ran to a certain spot*
Ran: *@ spot* ... *feels soft dirt and suddenly falls into a giant hole* X_x
Ken: *shrugs* Well, it's not like that's the only one he has... even on him right now...
kami: WEALLY?! *runs and sits in front of Ken*
Ken: ^__^ *begins to tell wonderful kinky stories*
kami: XD
Ran: ...*looks around* I guess this makes a nice grave as any... -.-;;
kami: NOT BEFORE I GET TO SEE THAT G-STRING!
Ran: >
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