Second Chance


Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU, talking of adult situations, cursing
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*Notes* An AU that takes place after the series and Aya's sister has not awaken from her coma yet.
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Aya and Omi (Gets that far away look) *Giggles*
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NOTE: I don't why I didn't catch this in the beginning. To Soul Child and anyone else wondering about this, Omi wasn't required on the job. Well you know somebody had to run across our homeless woman, it could have been Ken or Yoji, even Aya but it wouldn't of worked. Yoji wasn't really asleep on the job, he was resting his eyes. ^_^


After a very long discussion with the crew of Weiss, Omi somehow by God's grace convinced Aya and the rest to let the girl stay with them.

I still don't like it Omi, Aya said, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the living room walls.

It'll just be for a couple of days, till she gets a job, Omi protested. Look, it's raining again, we're not going to kick her out.

As much as I hate to say this, Yoji said shifting his position on the couch, Aya's right. I would love to have such a beautiful woman living with us, he lowered his voice. We have to think about the missions.

But they come so few and far apart now that we beat Taka Omi trailed off lowering his head, closing his eyes as painful memories rushed forward.

Ken looked up from his spot at the window, his reflection looked back at him and he saw his face and what needed to be said. Guys, I think all of you are right. We have to think about the missions but it's pouring and we're not going to throw this kid back out on the streets. We may all be assassins but we do have a little compassion in us.

Aya let out a soft grunting sound. She can stay.

Omi's eyes lit up and he smiled. Great, I'll tell her the wonderful news. He stood and headed back in the direction of Aya's room. A minute later he returned with the girl trailing behind him, still dressed in the orange turtleneck and a pair of Omi's pants that barely fit her, they practically fell off her hips even with a belt. Over all she looked just like a kid dressed in grownup clothes.

The girl stopped in front of the guys and looked up, her eyes held a nervous glance but she bowed her head and would have dropped to her knees if there had been room. I thank you, she whispered. I thank you for your hospitality and for everything you've done for me.

She lifted her head up. My name is Yoshi Ichimura.

Yoji stood and took the girl's hands in his own. I'm Yoji and you are quite a lovely lady. Yoshi pried her hand from the man's and took a step back.

Yoji you're scaring the girl, I'm Ken, the brown haired man said extending his hand.

The girl exchanged a timid but firm handshake. She then turned to the red headed man and waited for a name. He only glared at her making her lower her head. I'm sorry I'm such an inconvenience, perhaps I should leave.

Omi stood to his feet. No, you're not an inconvenience. Aya's just like that. He motioned for her to sit. Here, take a seat. He held a hand out to his seat on the couch and the girl slid into it. All grew silent and Yoshi plucked nervously at the sleeves of the orange shirt she wore.

So how old are you?, Yoji asked breaking the silence.

I think. Time doesn't mean much to me the girl trailed off, feeling like she was talking too much.

You're nineteen, Omi asked. But you don't look it at all. You're so small and you look younger then me.

Yeah, I get that a lot from once again the girl stopped talking and she closed her eyes. Omi felt his heart go out for the girl and he took a step towards Yoshi when a glare from Aya stopped him and he retreated.

Where's your family, Aya suddenly asked, looking up from his spot against the wall.

The woman opened her eyes and wrung her hands together. I don't have any. I've been on my own since I was thirteen.

What happened to them, Abyssian asked.

Aya that's enough, Omi said. Quite interrogating her.

I'm not feeling very good, Yoshi said. That jerk hit me really hard in the stomach, would it be all right if I skipped dinner and just got some rest.

Of course, Ken said, then looked at Omi for affirmation.

Sure, it's no problem. He watched the woman tuck her feet up and rest her head against her arm. Why don't you take my room for the night and I'll sleep on the couch.

Oh no, I couldn't do that, Yoshi said. The couch or floor is fine. Believe me, I've slept on worse before.

You could take my bed, Yoji offered, sliding his sunglasses up, he winked at the girl. Omi couldn't get to him fast enough to hit him but it was Aya that whacked him over the head.

Ow, what the hell was that for?, the man whined, rubbing the back of his head.

Leave her alone Yoji, she's just a kid.

I am not a kid, Yoshi said rising to her feet. Her normal shyness seemed to be forgotten in the dignified look she gave the tall man.

You act like one, Abyssian replied.

The woman lowered her head. Sometimes you have to, to get by on the streets and there are times where you have to act like an adult and take life as it is. I'm sorry, I'm getting all weepy.

Aya pushed himself from the wall he holding up and grabbed Yoshi's wrist. Before she react, he tugged her into his room and closed the door behind. Omi was instantly in Aya's face.

Why did you do that for, he yelled opening the door the older man's room and entering it. The red headed man's gaze indifferent as he sank into the couch. Ken looked at Yoji and shrugged his shoulders.

I was tired of her unbalanced emotions, Aya said as if answering the silent question.

Right, I knew that, Ken said.

I'm going to bed, Yoji said stretching his arms over his head. Good night.

Ken called back, he then looked back at Aya. I can't believe you did that. You probably scared Yoshi to death when you drug her into your room like that. She's lived most of her childhood on the streets, who know's what kind of perverts she's run into and have had to deal with. I'm going to bed, see you in the morning.

Aya said nothing as the other man left, he heard the door close and he leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. He slowly let out a breath of air that he didn't realize he was holding. What is it about that girl that I don't trust. Am I being paranoid. Takatori is dead and anyone else affiliated with him except Omi. Is that why I don't trust her, because Omi does.'

The door to his room creaked open and he heard the familiar sound of Omi shuffling over to him. Funny how everyone has a different way they walk.'

What is it Omi?, Aya said not taking his eyes off the ceiling.

The boy said nothing as he sat next to his associate in death. I know you don't trust Yoshi but could you please be kind to her. There's a lot that I don't know about her either but if you would just look at her eyes so young yet they have an aged feel to them. You look into her gaze and you see the world and the harshness of it.

She reminds you of yourself, Aya said tilting his head to look at the teenager.

Omi looked up at nothing in particular. Yeah, a little. Please Aya, Yoshi doesn't want to push you out of your room. She agreed to sleep in the room only if you took the bed.

What a strange girl, Abyssian said quietly.

Omi asked.

Aya stood and looked towards him room. He sighed, shook his head and headed to his room.

Thank you Aya, Omi called after him.

The man responded with silence as he slipped into his darkened room. He stopped to look at the still form of Yoshi laying on his bed. She was curled up in a ball, sound asleep. Her slow languid breathing reached him and he sighed. For a split second he thought about leaving to sleep on the couch but the thought of that uncomfortable piece of junk made him retract that thought. Instead he settled in the slightly less uncomfortable chair across the room, where he could keep an eye out on the sleeping girl.

Just look at her eyes.' Omi's words echoed in his head. You see the world and the harshness of it.'

I don't like it that this girl is here,' Aya thought to himself. That's all we need is for her to find out about us. Tomorrow she leaves, I'll make sure of it.' Out of his peripheral vision he saw the girl shift in her sleep, turning to her other side, facing him. She tucked her legs up and rested her head on her folded arms. Yoshi sighed softly and nuzzled closer to the orange shirt she wore.

Aya watched the small movements of the woman. no, my mind is made up. I wont allow her to stay. She'll have to go to a homeless shelter in the morning and that's that.'

Yoshi began to mumble in her sleep and Aya could just barely make out a few of them. Don't leave me I promise I'll be goodbring them back. Yoshi's breath grew labored. No don't! The girl's voice grew louder and she twisted in the sheets, trapping her in the nightmarish prison that held her subconscious.

Aya's eyes widened and he stood to his feet , intending to wake the woman when she stopped struggling against her sheets and his breath slowed. Her anguished soul quieted for the moment and the man found himself standing over Yoshi in puzzlement of the strange outburst. Unsure of what to, he went back to seat and continued to watch the woman for any more signs of a nightmare. None appeared and he relaxed, closing his eyes. His head dropped forward as sleep overcame him and plunged him into his own nightmarish dreams that seemed to forever haunt him.


Wow second chapter, who here didn't think I was actually going to finish the next chapter.
Rae: (Raises hand)
Durandel: (Raises two hands and a foot)
Okay, everyone except my Aibou and Ototo and my Internet friends, I see you Sakon and Alone back there. How about somebody who doesn't know me. Fine I see how it is (sniffs) You people just appreciate me, well maybe I wont finish this, so there! (Storms off)
Rae: She's just a little emotional, long hours at work and little sleep can make a Goddess cranky.
(A flaming green scythe is hurled at Rae's head) I am not cranky, I'm just a little overworked that's all.
Rae: o_O;