Second Chance
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU, 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*
'blah blah' - indicating thought
~^~ * ~^~ - indicating a memory or dream
With one final sweep of the old broom, Aya paused and leaned against the handle, glancing around the barren shop. Ken sat at the counter, counting the money. Yoji just emerged from the storage room with a armful of roses and Omi was chatting cheerfully with Momoe. You couldn't tell that two weeks ago they were faced with a horrible tragedy.
"Need some help."
Yoji looked up, trying to juggle the red roses in his hands. "Are you talking to me Aya?"
"You're the only one who needs help carrying those."
"Uh sure, thanks buddy." Yoji handed the red haired a few of the flowers, his darkened glasses hiding the surprise. The two men moved to the table and cleared some of the extra foliage that collected. Aya placed the roses on the wooden surface and carefully moved the vase filled with dying blue, violet and yellow flowers.
"Say Aya, when do you think we should get rid of that," Yoji said pointing at the vase. "We've had it for almost two weeks. That is if you want to get rid of it."
The red haired man stared at the flowers in his hands. "We'll keep them till the end of the day."
"Sure Aya," Yoji said quietly, flipping his sunglasses up. "Hey Omi turn the TV up."
The teen reached behind him for the remote and turned the volume up on the wall mounted television. A news anchor sat behind a desk, a smile in place as she quoted the weather for the week.
"What is it Yoji?," Ken asked closing the cash register.
"Shh," the man said putting a hand up.
"On recent events, the mystery behind the old Shioni warehouse that burnt down two weeks ago was finally solved," the anchor woman said. "Police officials have finally closed the case and labeled it nothing more then a gang related incident. Five deceased people were found in the rubble, four males and one female. Their identity is still unknown at this time but they are believed to be a part of some street gang."
"On other news, the Amishi medical school is still missing five of it's cadavers that recently vanished a couple of weeks ago. There is no clues on what and why this happened."
Omi muted the television and turned to the florists. "I don't believe it. She faked our deaths."
"What was that," Momoe said, scratching one of the cats on her lap.
"Oh nothing miss Momoe, I'm just talking to myself." The teen stood and moved closer to the rest of Weiss.
"Holy Shit," Yoji whispered. "Yoshi sacrificed herself to take Weiss off the hit list."
"I can't believe it, I wondered why she didn't kill us," Ken said.
"She couldn't," Aya answered. "We gave her a chance when no one else would. We saw the real women beneath the layers. We simply meant too much to her."
"I miss her," Omi quietly said.
"We all do kid," Yoji said ruffling the teen's hat and hair making Omi glower at the man.
"You gotta stop doing that Omi or you're gonna turn into a mini Aya."
Aya glared at the blond and Ken cracked up, trying to stifle his laughter behind a vase of flowers. Not succeeding he retreated to the end of the table to finish the arrangement. Yoji stood and sauntered off to water some of the plants and paused, realizing the shop was empty of screaming annoying school girls.
Omi grabbed an empty pot and hefted it to the front of the shop to go into the display case. He set it down for a minute and took a deep breath before picking it back up. He was met by dark blue pools of color, surrounded by flowing silver.
Aya turned his attention to the bouquet of roses that Yoji had forgotten about and sighed. He quickly put the red flowers in a vase and noticed the blond man had brought too many. Standing he gathered the three roses and headed to the back storage room when he heard a loud crash. Whirling around he saw the shattered pot at Omi's feet and frowned at it.
"Omi," he started and headed to the teen who was blocking the path of a customer. "What's with you?" He missed the cigarette hanging from Yoji's mouth and Kens' wide eyed expression.
"Excuse me," a soft melancholy floated to the red haired man. Aya's eyes widened and he snapped his head to the forgotten customer. Silver hair floated around sapphire eyes and a gentle smile that could soften the hardest of hearts.
"Hello," the woman continued, the smile never disappearing even when Yoji muttered a few unintelligible foul words along with 'it can't be.'
"I would like to buy some flowers."
Slowly a smile graced Aya's lips and his eyes lightened. "Of course. May I ask for what purpose?"
"For a friends grave. She passed away a couple of weeks ago. She died when she could no longer live with who she was. It was rather a sad of her to go but I believe she is in a better place."
Omi's mouth dropped open, eyes sparkling but he said nothing to interrupt the conversation between the two.
"It is sad to lose someone you love. I have to ask your name please."
"My name . . . my name is Nariko . . .Yoshi . . . Naguchi. And yours?"
"My name, is Ran Fujimiya."
"Nice to meet you Ran," the woman said, sapphire orbs shinning.
Owari
Well this is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end. I've loved and watched anime since I was ten. I first learned of Weiss Kreuz in an article of Animerica and thought that was an interesting concept; florists by day, assassins by night. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to watch it. And I did. Still I've only seen 20 episodes and am waiting for the rest, so is Rae. Happy late birthday. This is one of my many gifts I give you best friend.
For all those who have stuck with me till the end, I thank you from the bottom of my heart (Blows them a kiss) But wait, you're telling yourself, this can't be the end. How can it end like this? What happens next? That's why, in order to appease mine and Rae's thirst for happy mushy stuff (Although I prefer blood and guts over romance, it's a curse and a gift) This is the first story in a four part series I've dubbed the Second Chance arch. So be on the lookout for the next story 'And she woke up' Gotta run and I close this story with a little famed line of mine. Good fortune on all stories ^_^
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU, 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*
'blah blah' - indicating thought
~^~ * ~^~ - indicating a memory or dream
With one final sweep of the old broom, Aya paused and leaned against the handle, glancing around the barren shop. Ken sat at the counter, counting the money. Yoji just emerged from the storage room with a armful of roses and Omi was chatting cheerfully with Momoe. You couldn't tell that two weeks ago they were faced with a horrible tragedy.
"Need some help."
Yoji looked up, trying to juggle the red roses in his hands. "Are you talking to me Aya?"
"You're the only one who needs help carrying those."
"Uh sure, thanks buddy." Yoji handed the red haired a few of the flowers, his darkened glasses hiding the surprise. The two men moved to the table and cleared some of the extra foliage that collected. Aya placed the roses on the wooden surface and carefully moved the vase filled with dying blue, violet and yellow flowers.
"Say Aya, when do you think we should get rid of that," Yoji said pointing at the vase. "We've had it for almost two weeks. That is if you want to get rid of it."
The red haired man stared at the flowers in his hands. "We'll keep them till the end of the day."
"Sure Aya," Yoji said quietly, flipping his sunglasses up. "Hey Omi turn the TV up."
The teen reached behind him for the remote and turned the volume up on the wall mounted television. A news anchor sat behind a desk, a smile in place as she quoted the weather for the week.
"What is it Yoji?," Ken asked closing the cash register.
"Shh," the man said putting a hand up.
"On recent events, the mystery behind the old Shioni warehouse that burnt down two weeks ago was finally solved," the anchor woman said. "Police officials have finally closed the case and labeled it nothing more then a gang related incident. Five deceased people were found in the rubble, four males and one female. Their identity is still unknown at this time but they are believed to be a part of some street gang."
"On other news, the Amishi medical school is still missing five of it's cadavers that recently vanished a couple of weeks ago. There is no clues on what and why this happened."
Omi muted the television and turned to the florists. "I don't believe it. She faked our deaths."
"What was that," Momoe said, scratching one of the cats on her lap.
"Oh nothing miss Momoe, I'm just talking to myself." The teen stood and moved closer to the rest of Weiss.
"Holy Shit," Yoji whispered. "Yoshi sacrificed herself to take Weiss off the hit list."
"I can't believe it, I wondered why she didn't kill us," Ken said.
"She couldn't," Aya answered. "We gave her a chance when no one else would. We saw the real women beneath the layers. We simply meant too much to her."
"I miss her," Omi quietly said.
"We all do kid," Yoji said ruffling the teen's hat and hair making Omi glower at the man.
"You gotta stop doing that Omi or you're gonna turn into a mini Aya."
Aya glared at the blond and Ken cracked up, trying to stifle his laughter behind a vase of flowers. Not succeeding he retreated to the end of the table to finish the arrangement. Yoji stood and sauntered off to water some of the plants and paused, realizing the shop was empty of screaming annoying school girls.
Omi grabbed an empty pot and hefted it to the front of the shop to go into the display case. He set it down for a minute and took a deep breath before picking it back up. He was met by dark blue pools of color, surrounded by flowing silver.
Aya turned his attention to the bouquet of roses that Yoji had forgotten about and sighed. He quickly put the red flowers in a vase and noticed the blond man had brought too many. Standing he gathered the three roses and headed to the back storage room when he heard a loud crash. Whirling around he saw the shattered pot at Omi's feet and frowned at it.
"Omi," he started and headed to the teen who was blocking the path of a customer. "What's with you?" He missed the cigarette hanging from Yoji's mouth and Kens' wide eyed expression.
"Excuse me," a soft melancholy floated to the red haired man. Aya's eyes widened and he snapped his head to the forgotten customer. Silver hair floated around sapphire eyes and a gentle smile that could soften the hardest of hearts.
"Hello," the woman continued, the smile never disappearing even when Yoji muttered a few unintelligible foul words along with 'it can't be.'
"I would like to buy some flowers."
Slowly a smile graced Aya's lips and his eyes lightened. "Of course. May I ask for what purpose?"
"For a friends grave. She passed away a couple of weeks ago. She died when she could no longer live with who she was. It was rather a sad of her to go but I believe she is in a better place."
Omi's mouth dropped open, eyes sparkling but he said nothing to interrupt the conversation between the two.
"It is sad to lose someone you love. I have to ask your name please."
"My name . . . my name is Nariko . . .Yoshi . . . Naguchi. And yours?"
"My name, is Ran Fujimiya."
"Nice to meet you Ran," the woman said, sapphire orbs shinning.
Owari
Well this is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end. I've loved and watched anime since I was ten. I first learned of Weiss Kreuz in an article of Animerica and thought that was an interesting concept; florists by day, assassins by night. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to watch it. And I did. Still I've only seen 20 episodes and am waiting for the rest, so is Rae. Happy late birthday. This is one of my many gifts I give you best friend.
For all those who have stuck with me till the end, I thank you from the bottom of my heart (Blows them a kiss) But wait, you're telling yourself, this can't be the end. How can it end like this? What happens next? That's why, in order to appease mine and Rae's thirst for happy mushy stuff (Although I prefer blood and guts over romance, it's a curse and a gift) This is the first story in a four part series I've dubbed the Second Chance arch. So be on the lookout for the next story 'And she woke up' Gotta run and I close this story with a little famed line of mine. Good fortune on all stories ^_^