Disclaimer-Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me.
The quartet seperated as they went about getting prepared for their trip to the states. Since Yohji was already packed, he offered to help omi pack while he researched their mission on the computer. Ken and Aya went about packing as efficently as possible, knowing that Persia liked for them to leave on their missions as soon as they could.
Wraping his hair back with a short balck scarf, Omi settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a black tee shirt with black socks and sneakers. Yohji wore a pair of tight black jeans, a purple short sleeve shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and pulled his hair up in a short ponytail. Aya wore a short sleeve red shirt with tailored balck pants and Ken wore jeans and a short sleeve black shirt. They decided to take YohjiÕs car to the airport, stowing KenÕs motorcycle in the trunk. Yohji could tell that everyone was in their own state of mind about this mission, but he was going to try to enjoy himself despite the groupÕs anxious mood.
It wouldnÕt be so bad posing as a rock band in party central, he thought. It would make it that much easier to score while he was there, and enhance the experience tenfold. It wouldnÕt be any worse than working as florists. they had all balked at that at first, but had learned a lot about the floral industry. They were all passable singers and could pull off this ruse easily. Yohji smiled when he thought of all the possibilities that this mission was going to provide-a chance to stop a bombing before it happened and oceans of women to choose from.
Maybe the others will find companionship there too. It would be easy for him and Omi, but not so much for Ken, who was shy around women, and Aya, who was too cold and distant to be reached by anyone. Shrugging off his concerns, he concentrated on their upcoming flight.
Trying not to look uncomfortable and foreign in their new surroundings, the quartet made their way to baggage claim to pick up their belongings once they arrived. There was already a few of PersiaÕs agents waiting for them there, prepared with a van to store their eqipment. Shifting restlessly as he listened to the agents tell them about PersiaÕs orders quietly, YohjiÕs attention focused on a fiqure just outside the airport terminal.
She looked like a young woman, no older than thirty, short and slender, with shoulder length curly citrus orange hair. She was standing in the midst of a flock of pidgeons, feeding them some bread from her overnight bag. He chuckled to himself as he watche dher laugh when one of the hungry birds perched on her arm and pecked at the treats in her hand. What a fascinating woman, he thought. I have to meet her.
ÔIÕll be right back, guys. DonÕt leave without me.Ó he grinned.
Aya shook his head at his teammate as he took off, grabbing his suitcases and following the others to the van. They watched with curiousity as Yohji watched the stranger with a smile, sharing in her laughter to himself. Gasping as she acknowledged an airport taxi as it drove up, he followed her aboard as she got on.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Ken asked.
Omi smiled. "Don't worry. He knows where we're staying. You know how he is. He'll be there for us when we need him. He's very relaible." he said.
Aya frowned. "He better be. He takes these missions way too lightly." he said.
Hoping that Aya's sour mood wouldn't affect him and Ken, Omi listened intently as Ken asked about the whole rock band operation. They would be posing as a group called Hidden Passion, a Japanese cover band that were making their first appearance in the states.
"The backup band we have to play for you can play any song and any type of music based on your preferences. You don't have to play any instruments if you don't want to, but you are welcome to if you do. you can decide how you want to arrange everything once we get everything set up." one agent said.
Omi smiled. "I might like to try the drums. I've always wanted to play them." he said.
"Yohji and I are fairly good singers, so we can sing backup for Aya. It's fitting that he should be the leader of our group. He has the most stage presense of all of us, him and Yohji." Ken said.
For once, Aya did not put up a protest, accepting his teammates's compliment gracefully, still thinking about Yohji's abrupt departure.
This might take a little more finesses than usual, Yohji thought, as he contemplated how he would introduce himself to this charming stranger. He was sitting a short distance from her inside the spacious van, watching as she fumbled through her bags. He decided to take the risk and be as bold as was his usual style. Sliding into the seat in front of her, he turned on his most charming smile.
"That's some hair you've got! Is it natural?" he asked.
She looked up at him, cocking her eyebrow in curiousity. "That's not a very good pickup line. I'd think a good looking guy like you would be creative." she said.
"Well, if you think I'm attractive, then I guess I got your attention. You never answered my question." he said.
"Well, if you must know, I'm a natural brunette. I just had it dyed for the festival. How about you? Are you a natural blonde?" she asked.
He grinned. "Definitely! I like to think I don't fit the ditzy blonde stereotype, although I do enjoy myself quite a bit like they say blondes do." he said.
"Then I'll assume you're here for Mardi Gras then?" she asked.
"It'll be my first time here. I hope it lives up to all my expectations." he said.
She grinned at him. "I'm sure it will, and maybe even exceed them. Are you here by yourself?" she asked.
"No. I left my other three friends behind at the airport. They'll never miss me." he laughed.
She laughed in spite of herself. "Well, it's nice to know that you're so concerned about them! My name is Missy. What's yours?" she asked.
"Yohji. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said.
"Well Yohji, since you went through so much trouble to meet me, if you would like, you can come with me to meet my sisters." she said.
He smirked. "Are they as lovely as you?" he asked.
"Well, there's four of us and we own our own catering business. I'm meeting them to help them with their new resturant opening." she said.
"I would be happy to meet them and I can contact my friends while I'm there. What's the name of your company?" he asked.
"We just started the catering business, but the resturant itself is called the Pepper Pot. My oldest sister Reyne tells me all the time that they are the spicy dish in the city." she told him.
"Do you specialize in a certain kind of food, or experiment with different tastes?" he asked.
"Our main cook, my middle sister Jetta, is an amazing Cajun cook, but we will make whatever a customer wants." she said.
He grinned again. "Well, I'm already intriqued if the food tastes as good as you look." he said.
Missy shook her head and smiled. She could see that this new friend of hers was going to be a handful. she had to admit, though, that she did find him to be very charming and handsome. She had always been drawn to tall, slender men that were playful and fun like Yohji was. He had the most stunning emerald green eyes that she had ever seen, and carried himself very proudly. She liked a man that was self confident but still had a sense of humor, and despite his lame opening line, she was sure the two of them would get along famously.
The quartet seperated as they went about getting prepared for their trip to the states. Since Yohji was already packed, he offered to help omi pack while he researched their mission on the computer. Ken and Aya went about packing as efficently as possible, knowing that Persia liked for them to leave on their missions as soon as they could.
Wraping his hair back with a short balck scarf, Omi settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a black tee shirt with black socks and sneakers. Yohji wore a pair of tight black jeans, a purple short sleeve shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and pulled his hair up in a short ponytail. Aya wore a short sleeve red shirt with tailored balck pants and Ken wore jeans and a short sleeve black shirt. They decided to take YohjiÕs car to the airport, stowing KenÕs motorcycle in the trunk. Yohji could tell that everyone was in their own state of mind about this mission, but he was going to try to enjoy himself despite the groupÕs anxious mood.
It wouldnÕt be so bad posing as a rock band in party central, he thought. It would make it that much easier to score while he was there, and enhance the experience tenfold. It wouldnÕt be any worse than working as florists. they had all balked at that at first, but had learned a lot about the floral industry. They were all passable singers and could pull off this ruse easily. Yohji smiled when he thought of all the possibilities that this mission was going to provide-a chance to stop a bombing before it happened and oceans of women to choose from.
Maybe the others will find companionship there too. It would be easy for him and Omi, but not so much for Ken, who was shy around women, and Aya, who was too cold and distant to be reached by anyone. Shrugging off his concerns, he concentrated on their upcoming flight.
Trying not to look uncomfortable and foreign in their new surroundings, the quartet made their way to baggage claim to pick up their belongings once they arrived. There was already a few of PersiaÕs agents waiting for them there, prepared with a van to store their eqipment. Shifting restlessly as he listened to the agents tell them about PersiaÕs orders quietly, YohjiÕs attention focused on a fiqure just outside the airport terminal.
She looked like a young woman, no older than thirty, short and slender, with shoulder length curly citrus orange hair. She was standing in the midst of a flock of pidgeons, feeding them some bread from her overnight bag. He chuckled to himself as he watche dher laugh when one of the hungry birds perched on her arm and pecked at the treats in her hand. What a fascinating woman, he thought. I have to meet her.
ÔIÕll be right back, guys. DonÕt leave without me.Ó he grinned.
Aya shook his head at his teammate as he took off, grabbing his suitcases and following the others to the van. They watched with curiousity as Yohji watched the stranger with a smile, sharing in her laughter to himself. Gasping as she acknowledged an airport taxi as it drove up, he followed her aboard as she got on.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Ken asked.
Omi smiled. "Don't worry. He knows where we're staying. You know how he is. He'll be there for us when we need him. He's very relaible." he said.
Aya frowned. "He better be. He takes these missions way too lightly." he said.
Hoping that Aya's sour mood wouldn't affect him and Ken, Omi listened intently as Ken asked about the whole rock band operation. They would be posing as a group called Hidden Passion, a Japanese cover band that were making their first appearance in the states.
"The backup band we have to play for you can play any song and any type of music based on your preferences. You don't have to play any instruments if you don't want to, but you are welcome to if you do. you can decide how you want to arrange everything once we get everything set up." one agent said.
Omi smiled. "I might like to try the drums. I've always wanted to play them." he said.
"Yohji and I are fairly good singers, so we can sing backup for Aya. It's fitting that he should be the leader of our group. He has the most stage presense of all of us, him and Yohji." Ken said.
For once, Aya did not put up a protest, accepting his teammates's compliment gracefully, still thinking about Yohji's abrupt departure.
This might take a little more finesses than usual, Yohji thought, as he contemplated how he would introduce himself to this charming stranger. He was sitting a short distance from her inside the spacious van, watching as she fumbled through her bags. He decided to take the risk and be as bold as was his usual style. Sliding into the seat in front of her, he turned on his most charming smile.
"That's some hair you've got! Is it natural?" he asked.
She looked up at him, cocking her eyebrow in curiousity. "That's not a very good pickup line. I'd think a good looking guy like you would be creative." she said.
"Well, if you think I'm attractive, then I guess I got your attention. You never answered my question." he said.
"Well, if you must know, I'm a natural brunette. I just had it dyed for the festival. How about you? Are you a natural blonde?" she asked.
He grinned. "Definitely! I like to think I don't fit the ditzy blonde stereotype, although I do enjoy myself quite a bit like they say blondes do." he said.
"Then I'll assume you're here for Mardi Gras then?" she asked.
"It'll be my first time here. I hope it lives up to all my expectations." he said.
She grinned at him. "I'm sure it will, and maybe even exceed them. Are you here by yourself?" she asked.
"No. I left my other three friends behind at the airport. They'll never miss me." he laughed.
She laughed in spite of herself. "Well, it's nice to know that you're so concerned about them! My name is Missy. What's yours?" she asked.
"Yohji. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said.
"Well Yohji, since you went through so much trouble to meet me, if you would like, you can come with me to meet my sisters." she said.
He smirked. "Are they as lovely as you?" he asked.
"Well, there's four of us and we own our own catering business. I'm meeting them to help them with their new resturant opening." she said.
"I would be happy to meet them and I can contact my friends while I'm there. What's the name of your company?" he asked.
"We just started the catering business, but the resturant itself is called the Pepper Pot. My oldest sister Reyne tells me all the time that they are the spicy dish in the city." she told him.
"Do you specialize in a certain kind of food, or experiment with different tastes?" he asked.
"Our main cook, my middle sister Jetta, is an amazing Cajun cook, but we will make whatever a customer wants." she said.
He grinned again. "Well, I'm already intriqued if the food tastes as good as you look." he said.
Missy shook her head and smiled. She could see that this new friend of hers was going to be a handful. she had to admit, though, that she did find him to be very charming and handsome. She had always been drawn to tall, slender men that were playful and fun like Yohji was. He had the most stunning emerald green eyes that she had ever seen, and carried himself very proudly. She liked a man that was self confident but still had a sense of humor, and despite his lame opening line, she was sure the two of them would get along famously.