Kitty Strikes Schwarz

AN: *grumble* I know, I know. I haven't updated this fic since...since...like last year. Sorry. I got stuck in the middle of this chapter... Please review and gimme ideas. *teary eyes*

Chapter Eight

Your Advice?

"Why is it that every time this author writes a fanfic about us, one of us is always mopping the floor?" Ken grumbled as he suddenly had this huge urge to sweep.

[[That's not true!]]

Sweep, sweep.

[[It's for plot references!]]

"Yeah, then explain Omi and that mop eariler."

[[It was plot reference. Without the mop, how was he supposed to bonk Youji?]]

"Then what's this for?"

[[*cackle* You'll see soon.]]

Oookay, back to the fanfic. So, Ken began sweeping the floor. It was in the early afternoon and all the fangirls had school so the shop wasn't that crowded.

Actually, it was empty. Their last costumer left with half a ton of roses and orchids about fifteen minutes ago. He went by the name of Muraki and gave Ken the creeps by just staring at him.

The soccer player felt a bit sorry for the guy Muraki was buying them for. The silver-haired man mentioned some one by the name of Tsuzuki

Youji walked into the scene, hands tying an apron behind his back. Aya was behind the counter, counting money with a strange and very disturbing gleam in his eye.

"four hundred and eight Takatoris, four hundred and nine Takatorieshaha! Die! All of you!"

The huge coin tower that the redhead had been building was suddenly knocked down, a noise which cause Omi, who was watering near the doorway to flinch.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed.

Aya scowled and got out his katana.

The rest of Weiss stared at him.

"It's obviously the beginning of some drama," he explained and drew out his blade.

"But drama might not involve violence," Ken said some what intelligently, continuing to mop. [[*pause* *reads what she had just wrote* *laughs hysterically*]]

"Just when has THIS author written about drama and not included some blood along with it?"

"point."

Tears by X Japan flowed through the backround.

[[Okay, forget that. I want drama, but not weeping. Lets just get on with this pointless story.]]

The backround music disappeared and

Crawford entered.

DUN. DUN. DUN!!!

Ken squeaked in surprise and the mop accidently slipped on the floor, causing it to rise up on the other hand and

Well, Youji was standing right in back of him and kind of got it in the

Youji groaned and sank to the floor. "Ken, if I'm scarred from this, I'll kill you." He then promptly blacked out.

"OH MY GOD!" Ken shouted and fell down on his knees beside Youji. "YOUJI! DID I KILL YOU?!?! OH MY GOD, ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!"

[[See? I told you it had plot references.]]

Crawford sweatdropped. This was Weiss on their free time, eh?

"Crawford! SHI-NE!" Aya battle-cried and leaped over the counter and right into his face, swinging his katana around wildly.

But Crawford has already seen this and whipped out his gun.

Blade vs. pistol.

Hmmwho would winwait a minuteI'm not writing about a fight

Omi, who had also been just as surprised, swung around to stare at Crawford in disbelief. A faint flutter of panic rose in his chest. Had Crawford found out about him and NAGI!??!

The chibi suddenly realized that he was still watering. Only now, he wasn't watering the flowers anymore.

"Bombay," Crawford said flatly, still glaring at Aya, "Please turn that hose off."

"Er" Omi stared at the stream of water that was running down Crawford's five hundred dollar suit. One would wonder if Crawford had any other clothes. "Sorry. Ken-kun, could you"

"Youji, speak to me!"

"turn off the hose"

Using one hand to shut off the hose, Ken's panicked look remained on the body of Youji and his other hand remained trying to shake him awake.

"Lets get him out of here," Omi suggested. He took one of Youji's arms and motioned for Ken to get the other one. Once both got a good hold on Balinese, they dragged the unconscious man across the floor and behind the open door which swung shut.

Aya still had not stopped glaring at Crawford.

"I'm not here to fight. I need some flowers."

Glare, glare. Finally, Aya decided the Crawford was telling the truth. But still, he would not let go of that katana. "Fine. Irashaimase. What do you want?" he said, making each word sound like a death threat.

"How the hell do you keep in business?" Crawford muttered to himself.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

Aya just stood there, still wearing that oversized scowl on his bish face.

"This is gonna to sound strange—"

Aya nearly snorted. Anything normal from Schwarz was impossible.

Crawford glared at Aya, taking that has a hammer to his pride. Continuing, "I need them to show my apology for forgettinguh, something really important."

"Right. What is that?"

To Aya's satisfaction, the oracle betrayed nervousness. Ah, so it was something personal!

"Did you kill the wrong person or something?"

"No!" Crawford replied in disgust. "It's not for a funeral. It's for an anniversary."

Silence. There Crawford had said it.

Aya's face was bland. A twitch.

Quite suddenly, the redhead broke down into giggles.

"" was Crawford's reaction to Aya's reaction.

Ken chose this time to waltz into the flowershop. "Aya, I think we may need—" He caught the sight of Aya giggling. And he HEARD the sound of Aya giggling.

Flomp. He promptly fainted.

"Ken-kun!" was Omi's voice from inside. Ken's body was dragged away by the genki, yet extremely tired Bombay. Then Omi looked up and his words caught in his throat before he could arrange his words.

"CRAWFORD! YOU POISONED AYA!"

"No, I did—"

"You DID!" Omi wailed, not letting Crawford finish. "I'm so sorry!" The bishounen ran to the oracle, getting a little clingy. "I didn't mean to seduce Nagi!"

Crawford stared at Omi, who was clinging onto his sleeve. "You what?"

Aya stopped giggling immediately. "You what?"

Omi stopped clinging and looked around, frozen. "You meanyou aren't poisoned, Aya-kun?"

"No."

"But you were giggling!"

"Hn."

Omi slowly back away from Crawford. "I didn't mean seduce...," he said quietly and nearly flew out of the flower shop.

The red-haired assasin snarled like a leopard and jumped onto his feet. Swinging his katana in Crawford's face, he growled, "How dare you Schwarz bastards pollute our Omi's mind!"

However, Crawford was just as angry as Aya. "US?! Bombay obviously hinted that it was HIM who made a move first!"

Hence, the rest of the conversation.

Three hours later, Ken entered the flower shop only to see both Aya and Crawford knocked out on the floor. From the bruises imprinted on the red-head's pale skin and from the slashes that had shredded the oracle's suit, Ken guessed pretty well what had happened.

Oi yeah. And Youji. Who was restrained by his own wire. Ken had tied him up on a chair with his hands behind his back in fear of Balinese whooping his ass to the moon.

Sighing, Ken remembered what Crawford had said eariler. An annversairy? The oracle must have been pretty desparate to buy flowers. He wondered just what had promoted Crawford to actually consider the idea Either way, Ken felt slightly sorry for him.

But only slightly.

Taking a bouquet of red and white roses from the shelf, he knelt down beside Crawford. Shaking the oracle awake, he shoved the flowers in his face.

"Come on, get up," Ken said.

Crawford grumbled something that sounded like a string of English curses. He stared at the bouquet.

"Pay for this and leave without any more trouble. Okay?" Ken cocked an eyebrow.

By now, the oracle was too tired and exhasperated to care. Reaching for his glasses, he put them on. "How much?"

Ken secretly grinned evilly.

In the stillness of the night, there was a sudden HOW MUCH!??!'.