Second Chance
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU,
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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Aya, Omi, and Yoshi stood before a huge clothing store; two with expressions of awe and the other boredom. Yoshi's gaze fell on the mannequins that were posed in the window, displaying the latest fashion of clothes. She took a step forward and stopped when a family exited the place, laughing and talking amongst themselves.
Her eyes wide, she backed up, standing between the two men. Aya cast a glance at Omi who was watching Yoshi intently. The teenager reached for the woman's hand to comfort her when she slipped a hand into the red headed man's.
Aya almost jumped and looked down, as the woman unconsciously squeezed his hand as she watched the family disappear. The man was about to shake his hand loose when he saw Yoshi's eyes; full of fear and yet a lining of envy circled the orbs of sapphire but it was the fear that hit him the most. Aya.'
Omi glared at the tall man who seemed indifferent to the woman holding his hand. He felt a tinge of jealousy but shook it off. He doesn't care about Yoshi He doesn't care about anyone but himself.'
You okay Yoshi, Omi asked.
The woman turned to the sound of his voice and her hand slipped from Aya's. For a brief moment she stared right through him, her sapphire gaze struggling to focus on him. What Omi? Oh yes, I'm fine. Sorry, I'm not used to being in public.
Do you want to go-, Omi was going to say home' but it felt like he was taunting her with something she didn't have. Do you want to go back.
The woman shook her head. No, you took time out of your life to give me a chance to live, so I better make the best of it and appreciate everything you're doing for me.
Omi smiled, charmed by the woman's sincerity and kindness. Aya looked down at Yoshi. Are you ready to go shopping?, he asked in a colorless tone.
The woman smiled, probably to spite his bitterness in getting dragged into doing this. Yes. Although I must warn you, I haven't a clue on what to buy.
You should have brought Yoji instead of me, Aya said.
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Omi collapsed next to Aya who sat on a bench outside the woman's dressing room. He sighed an exasperated sigh and leaned back. Aya folded his arms and remained the same, although he felt his left eye begin to twitch with antipathy. The teenager next to him slid his blue hat over his eyes and groaned.
I can't believe shopping can be so hard, he complained. Why can't it be easy like when I get clothes.
Because you're a boy and Yoshi's a woman, the red headed man said. He looked at the folded clothes next to him that the silver haired woman had tried on and liked. Most of the clothing were simple dark colored jeans and shirts. You can take the kid out of the street but you can't take the street out of the kid or can you?'
Omi slid his hat up and saw a pair of long legs in front of him. His eyes traveled up the curvy dress wearing body and into Yoshi's unsure gaze. She smiled nervously and held her arms out. Ta da, she said.
Omi's mouth dropped. Yoshi wore a knee high, long sleeved, sapphire blue dress that matched her sharp gaze. It hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It wasn't fancy but it wasn't plain either. She twirled once, the dress dancing with her. what do you think guys?
Aya looked at the dress once and then turned to Omi. Close your mouth Omi.
The teenager closed his mouth for a moment.
I take it, the dress looks okay, Yoshi said looking down at her clothing. It's been a long time since I've worn of these.
Are you done, Aya asked standing up.
Yes, I think so. The woman looked at her small pile of clothing. Do I really need this much?
Omi glanced at the clothes. It's only a few things. You should see other woman when they come in here. The teenager chuckled but Yoshi only looked troubled. What's the matter Yoshi?
The woman bit her bottom lip. This is too much.
Who said you were buying. This is my treat, Omi said standing up, gathering the articles of clothing. Yoshi's eyes remained passive and she smiled methodically. You better get changed so I can bring this to the counter.
The woman nodded her head and turned to Aya. What do you think?
About what?
About the dress. Do you like it?, the silver haired woman asked shyly.
The man's gaze lingered on the dress then pulled away. It's a dress and it looks good.
Yoshi's faded eyes widened for a moment, sparkling like teardrops of rain and slowly a heartbreaking smile formed. Her pale melancholy features brightened and for the briefest of moments and Aya saw the true woman beneath the street kid. Yoshi ducked her head, too humiliated to show her feelings, and headed back to the woman's dressing room.
Aya felt his heart grow heavy and felt the muscles in his chest tighten at the smile. This was not like the smiles she had given before, those were artificial, learned, phony right down to the core. This one was given to him, it was real, full of emotion. This was a gift and should be kept forever, never to be shared.
Aya snapped out of it when Omi disappeared in the racks of clothes and Yoshi reappeared, wearing his shirt and Omi's pants, carrying the blue dress in her arms. She paused next to him before continuing until she found the teenager.
What am I doing,' Aya thought. I can't do this. I can't. I'm not allowed.'
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So did you have fun shopping while I slaved away and was repeatedly groped by woman, Yoji said plopping next to Aya on the couch. Abyssian glared out of the corner of his eye.
You did? Well that's amazing. Tell me more. Uh huh, uh huh. Really?, Yoji said sarcastically. He then turned to Omi was sitting in a chair turned around, resting his head on the back support. The teenager lifted his head and smiled a loop sided grin. He was listening even if it didn't look like it.
Thanks Yoji for helping me close shop, Ken's voice called from the stairs as he came trudging up from the flower shop.
Well, you were doing such a wonderful job, I didn't want to interrupt.
Ken closed the door behind and made a beeline to strangle Yoji, then seemed to change his mind and sat on the arm of the couch almost pushing the blond man off in the process, by accident of course.
Where's Yoshi?, Ken asked, ignoring the glare Yoji gave him from over his sunglasses.
Changing into her clothes, Omi answered straightening up. As if to prove his words, the bathroom opened and Yoshi made her way to them, wearing a pair of jeans that actually fit her and a black long sleeved shirt. The dark colors only accentuated her ghostly pale skin and silver hair.
Simple but cool, Yoji said, smiling. Ken nodded his head in satisfaction.
I take that as a compliment Yoji, Yoshi said, casting her eyes to the clock mounted on the wall. Oh, I didn't realize how late it was. You guys already closed the flower shop?
I did, Ken said, giving Yoji a stare.
I didn't get to see the flowers when we left, everything was stored away, the silver haired woman said.
You can take a look tomorrow, we're open seven days a week, Aya said, bringing everyone's attention to him.
Wow you spoke?, Yoji said, pretending to awe struck.
Who's hungry?, Omi said standing to his feet. Right now, he didn't want some stupid argument started.
Suddenly Yoshi's stomach growled and she gave an embarrassed grin. I guess I am.
I'm hungry too, the blond man said. Whatcha making Yosh?
She's not making anything, Omi retorted. Yoshi is our guest and she doesn't have to cook for us.
I don't mind, the silver haired woman said. I like to cook. When I was kid I always The woman's face fell and she closed her eyes. Reopening them, they held a cold and hard feeling. She took a slow breath and opened to mouth to say something when a knock at the door cut her off.
All exchanged glances. Oh I bet that's Momoe telling us we forgot to close the gate, Ken said, moving to his feet. She's too little to reach. His hand on the knob, the door burst open nearly knocking the man to the ground.
In walked a tall woman in a short red dress and shoes. Her hair curly and fiery red, most likely matching her personality. In her hands she held a file. she began. I have she trailed off when Yoji was giving her the quiet motion. She looked at Aya was sitting on the couch, Ken who was standing behind the door rubbing his cheek, then at Omi and Yoshi who stood in the middle of the room.
I didn't know you had company, she said in a cool voice. Perhaps I'll come by later.
Come in Manx, Aya said standing to his feet. He tilted his head a fraction towards Omi who picked it up.
Come on Yoshi, I bet you don't know how to make a western stir fry. The boy coaxed the woman into the kitchen with a dinner order.
With a bit of uncertainty and confusion, Yoshi followed the teenager into the tiny kitchen, her voice carrying to the others. What's a western stir fry?
Manx smirk. So who's that?
Omi's new girlfriend, Yoji answered, sliding his glasses up. You know Manx, you seem to get more beautiful every time I see you.
I'm flattered, the red headed woman said scornfully. Can we talk?
Aya glanced at the kitchen when suddenly the radio turned on, tuning into a loud rock and roll station. Yeah, we can talk.
Is it a mission report?, Ken asked.
More like a warning, the woman said, holding the folder out. Aya was the one who took it and quickly scanned the contents. Word has spread in an underground ring of mercenaries, of a group of assassins called Weiss. They are on a hit list of the top boss Hiro Komaki. A cleaner by the name of Fatality has been called to take care of you. Kritaka has found a few things about our cleaner. Manx flipped some of her hair over her shoulder and continued. Fatality is believed to be male, around the age of 25, with green eyes and blue hair.
Blue hair?, Ken asked.
I don't make the facts, I just find them, the woman answered. One more thing. This cleaner is believed to be related to one of the Schwarz.
Oh great, that's all we need is another psycho after us, Yoji said.
Don't underestimate this cleaner. He is known and feared among many.
So, you're telling us to be on the lookout for this guy, Aya said. Manx nodded. That's all I wanted to know.
Is that it?, the blond man asked. Shouldn't we, oh I don't know, kill this guy before he kills us. Don't you have pictures or useful information.
Fatality is not one to pose for pictures. Kritaka had a spy for a while taking pictures for us but it seems our cleaner found out and our spy has taken a permanent leave. This is all I was given from them.
Thank you Manx, Ken said. We'll be on alert.
My pleasure gentlemen. Oh and Aya, I'd get rid of the girl. The flaming red head moved to the door to leave when she peered into the kitchen. A genuine smile played at her mouth before she exited the room, her footsteps fading down the stairs.
Yoshi appeared from the kitchen wiping her hands on a hand towel. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Aya reached over and pulled a small piece of celery from her hair and held it up for her to see.
Omi doesn't like celery, she replied in a matter of fact tone.
And Yoshi doesn't like broccoli. Omi stuck his head out and pulled a few small green stems from his hat and flicked it at the woman who dodged the flying vegetable with ease.
Yoji said shaking his head.
Yoshi ignored then man. Who was that woman, if you don't mind me asking. Is she a friend?
Not really, Ken said as the group moved into the kitchen and sat down. Yoshi had already set out the silverware and cups and began pouring some water into them. She's more like Yoji's girl.
The blond man coughed and choked on his drink while Ken and Omi laughed at his expense.Yoshi smiled and let out a small laugh behind a hand. Aya even smiled making the silver haired woman look at him, her eyes sparkling twice in one day. The red headed man let out a short coarse laugh that made everyone pause in their laughter, but Yoshi's last minute giggle set them off again, all the while Yoji glared at them.
Ta da! Look what I have done. I finished another chapter.
Durandel: (Claps hands and pulls out party blower)
(Grabs noise maker and rips it in half) I don't like those things.
Durandel: (Grabs his guitar and plugs it in the stereo) Surround sound sister.
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