Woobles! This is my first Weiss Kreuz fic, and because I've only watched 5 episodes so far *tears*, please forgive me if I get anything wrong. And kindly point it out to me too. Also, I have no idea where the Weiss or Schwartz stay, so I made it up. Basically, this is an AU fic, no pairings [or not yet anyway], and everyone is OOC. Also, this chapter is rather short, but anyway it's the prologue, so it'd get longer [I hope] later on. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters of Weiss Kreuz belong to whoever owns them [good point, who does?] and Hello Kitty to Sanyo [I think]

Prologue

A Premonition

This is a story of four glamorous, flamboyant, and drool-some *drools*

Yohji: Agreed.

assassins. Fujimiya Aya, the brooding, heterosexual despite the feminine name,

Aya: How many times must I explain I assumed the name Aya in honour of my comatose sister, so that I may be able to have her spirit with me even while her body is preserved in indefinite rest?

Ken: Many.

Aya: *Glare of Death*

leader with flaming red hair. Kudou Yohji, the flirtatious, heterosexual despite the hair, playboy who by the way is taller than the leader.

Aya: Well, I'm sorry I couldn't grow any taller.

Hidaka Ken, the soccer-loving, just heterosexual, normal dude of the group, and Omi, the tiny tot whose last name is unimportant because its not his real name anyway [Alright, so I forgot]. For your info, he's also heterosexual.

Omi: I do not appreciate being labelled a tiny tot. Neither do I appreciate being stripped of my last name, fake though it might be.

The four of them form the White Cross, more commonly called Weiss Kreuz because it's a) more fancy b) no one pronounce it c) an attempt to show off linguistic prowess.

Yohji: Did we choose the name?

Anywho, now we bring you to the grand abode befitting of the fantastic four [lame pun 100% intended], the floor of the flower shop Kitty in the House. *snicker*

Ken: Would you give it a rest already? Its not like we bed here permanently.

Omi: Yeah, it's just until Kritiker resolves its lack of funds.

Yohji: It'd better be soon, because this floor is not good for sleep, and without my 9 hours of beauty sleep every day, I will not be well rested, then my hair will drop out, and -

Aya: Yohji?

Yohji: Yes?

Aya: Shut up.

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"I have a very bad premonition," Brad Crawford announced grandiosely, to the accompaniment of crashing thunder.

"Woot?' Schuldich mumbled sleepily.

"I have a very bad premonition," Brad Crawford repeated gravely, thunder yet again obliging with generous cymbal sounds.

"Oogh," Schuldich mumbled, stuffing his head under the pillow. "Brad, its 2 o' clock."

"So?"

"In the morning."

"Oh."

"You're wearing those chibi-Schwartz PJs."

"Oh."

"Backwards."

"Oh."

"Inside Out."

"Oh."

"Upside down."

"Ohwait, I'm not!"

"Goodnight, Brad."

"Goodnight."

"Just for the record, I still have a very bad premonition."

"SHUT UP!!"

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"Huh."

Yohji blinked.

"Wha-?"

Yohji blinked again.

"Gah."

Yohji banged his head on the sink for good measure. Holding his dizzy head, he squinted into the mirror.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

His banshee yell rocked the entire building, shattering eardrums nationwide.

"Nani?!" shouted Omi blearily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes..

"What the ^%*%$!?" Aya yelled politely, pulling the pillow over his head.

"I'm sorry, mummy! I'll never borrow dad's shoujo mangas again even though I was just interested in the story, not the countless women fighting naked in bathrooms, honest!" Ken yelped wildly as he jumped off his mattress, kicking his covers onto an astonished Omi and falling flat on his face.

"You sick, sick child," Omi mumbled from behind the tangle of sheets.

Aya snorted from under the safety of his Hello Kitty pillow. Blame Kritiker for buying third-rate merchandise. "Not everyone is like you, Omi."

"Do you mean you too..." Omi asked in horror, trying to disentangle himself from Ken's bed sheets.

"NO!" Aya exclaimed, colouring as he sat up in bed. "I-" Aya stopped abruptly, frowning slightly.

"Why's everything blurry? Ken, did you change your hair colour?" Aya asked, squinting at Ken, who was still lying stomach-down on the tiled floor.

"Huh?" Ken said, sitting up the same time as Omi finally pulled the cloth off himself.

Three pairs of eyes widened simultaneously, as did three mouths, and one nose even twitched before all three let loose their salmagundi of opera voices; a sizzling tenor, a tenacious tenor, and a bracing bass.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

~tbc~

Sorry its rather lame, I kinda ran out of inspiration halway. Hope you enjoyed it! Review if you did and review if you didn't!

& SnoOza