Late Night Owl
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss. Well, maybe Ran. *sees men in black suits rapidly approaching* No! I take it back! Don't bring out the lawyers!
Chapter One: Breakfast at Weiss's
"Good morning!" The inappropriately cheerful Ken chimed from his post at the stove when Omi walked into the kitchen they all shared. "You like your eggs scrambled, right? If you don't, it's too late, anyway, though." Omi goggled at him briefly beneath his half-closed lids. Who in their right minds, he wondered, was so cheerful in the morning? Obviously, Ken was not in his right mind. In reply, the youngest member managed to mumble a response that he hoped sounded something like an affirmation and some kind of greeting before he yawned and stretched.
Obviously surprised at the lack of pep that was normally in Omi's voice, Youji looked up at him from where he sat at the table, drinking coffee. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up, and went over to inspect the younger male. "Chibi, you stayed up all night staring at the computer screen again, didn't you? I mean, you've got bags under your eyes! You'll never get a girl this way!" Catching his reflection in the toaster (In addition to being a cook, Ken was also a neat freak. Once a week he made them all clean and polish everything till the house shone. Why Aya hadn't brought out his katana on him yet was a mystery to the two blondes.) Omi saw that he did indeed have light purple smudges under his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize that Youji was still talking to him.
"It's illegal to visit those websites when you're under eighteen. I already told you this months ago!"
Shaking his head slightly, Omi said "And I still don't know what the hell you're talking about." Strangely enough, this was true. It always puzzled the other blond how someone who spent so much time on the internet had not accidentally run across the type of websites just mentioned. "But," Omi conceded, "I did find out information about our target."
"Our target can wait," Ken told them as he carried plates to the table. "You," he declared pointing the spatula pointedly at the other two, "Are going to eat breakfast. One can't concentrate on a target on an empty stomach."
"Yes, mother," Youji replied in a mockingly sweet tone as he headed towards the plates. "We wouldn't *dream* of doing otherwise."
The brunette nodded and folded his arms across his chest. "Good. Now eat." Somehow, he had never really caught on to the idea of sarcasm.
Omi stood near the doorway a second longer, blinking. Aya, who chose that moment to stagger down the stairs and enter the kitchen, was still three- quarters asleep, instead of half-asleep like Omi. This would be why he bumped head on into Omi.
"SHIN-NE!" he shouted, automatically switching into battle stance and reaching for his katana. Not finding it at his side, the redhead looked down at his hands, then where it would be kept, and looked around, realizing where he was. "Hn." Aya then returned to a normal standing position and proceed to walk further into the kitchen like nothing had happened.
Aya, their fearless leader, who was always cold and collected, and had vengeance practically running through his veins, was not a morning person. Normally extremely observant, during the AM hours the redhead was occasionally somewhat fuzzy on where he was and who the people around him were. This would explain his confusion. Also an interesting fact was that cold leader liked Lucky Charms. This was evident in the way that he grabbed a bow of the said cereal, and sat down with a carton of milk, a bowl and a spoon.
Calmly, Omi sat down to eat his cooling eggs. This sort of thing was not unusual in the morning around here. Youji, on the other hand, was not nearly as cooperative. He informed them all that he couldn't eat any more (after taking one bite) because he was on a diet. The chicks, he said, didn't dig pudgy guys.
The following conversation went something like this: "Youji, you're going to sit down, and you're going to eat those eggs! They're good for you." "Aw, c'mon KenKen! It's not that big of a deal!" "You know, the girls aren't going to like you much-" "Of course they're going to like me, Omi! They always *adore* me-" "-If you weigh less than they do." "-Except for that one time, but how was I to know that she would be there when I was with."
Youji slowed down as what Omi had said sunk in, and thinking about this, realized that was probably true and sat back down, ignoring the snort that came from Aya's corner of the table.
"Good!" said Ken happily. "Now that we have that settled, what did you find out, Omi?"
"Phmine dout?"
"Ew! That's disgusting! Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?!"
Omi glared at Youji, swallowed his eggs and tried again. "Find out?"
"About the target, of course!" chirped Ken.
Aya, on the other side of the table, again wished for his katana. Morning people bothered him.
"Oh, yeah," said Omi sheepishly. "Well, I finally found his blog, late last night, and-"
"What's a-" both Ken and Youji started at the same time. Automatically they started to play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would speak.
Aya rolled his eyes. Morning people and stupidity. This was not shaping out to be a good day. Not waiting for them to finish with their ridiculous games, he asked the question himself. "What is a blog?"
Ken and Youji both momentarily considered glaring at Aya for interrupting them, but wisely decided that it probably wouldn't be good for their health.
Omi, on the other hand, found himself staring at all of them. "What is a blog?" he repeated weakly. Three pairs of eyes stared back at him, and their owners all nodded.
"Does it have anything to do with cute girls?" Youji wanted to know.
"Or," Ken asked, "soccer?"
Aya said, "Hn."
"A blog," Omi started to explain to his evidently clueless allies with admirable patience, "Is something like a journal that a person writes in online."
"That's not sensible."
Omi glanced at the redhead. "Why not?"
"Everyone can read it, and they know precisely who wrote it, and they can go hunt the individual down and then kill them and everyone close to them in their sleep," the older man said, surprising everyone with his long speech. Realizing this, he then glared at everyone extra hard, daring anyone to comment on his unusual amount of words. No one did.
"Because it's on the on-terrr-net," added Ken, who evidently felt the need to elaborate further. "Right?" The technical expert in the group winced at the brunette's evident lack of knowledge with even the most basic computer lingo.
Youji, who sometimes used the computer in the basement on the sly to visit some of the "interesting sites" that he teased Omi about, chose not to venture a question of his own. "Um, I'm with them," he managed, when he realized that Omi's gaze had turned to him, obviously expecting him to have a question, too.
Staring at them once again, the blond wondered how anyone could be so computer illiterate. Ken was just plain clueless. But, come to think of it, Aya asked an almost intelligent question, actually.
"If you don't post- er, write down where you live or supply your name, then people have no clue who's the author. Most people don't. Although when you sign up for a blog, that sort of stuff part of the required information- the form you need to fill out when requesting a blog. The webmaster or mistress- um, the people who are in charge of the site keep that information confidential and under tight guard, though." The young assassin took a swig of orange juice before continuing. "That was what made it so hard to find the blog of our target."
"So accessing this information is illegal?" Aya asked him while glaring at him through narrowed violet eyes. His eyes were always like that, though.
"That's right," Omi said, nodding.
"And you found out his location from it?"
"Oh, no. He was smart enough to fill out weird answers like that. They won't let you leave it blank, but they don't really check it out too thoroughly, because I'm pretty sure he doesn't live on the moon," The young blond said cheerfully. "But it allowed me to find out whose blog it was, because he entered his name."
Suddenly, Youji got an idea. It was a brilliant one, according to him. "Say, Omitichi," he began in his best wheedling voice. "Since you can find out all sorts of personal info, could you look into a few lovely lady frien- "
"No."
"So, what did you find out from his bloog-thing, Omi?" asked Ken.
The man in question decided the ex-soccer player was a hopeless cause. "Well, you know how he's doing his thing at night clubs? I found out he's going to the Night Owl sometime next week. It's a pretty big place, so I figure we all ought to be there undercover."
"Do you realize what this means?" Youji suddenly asked with a malicious gleam in his eye.
The rest of Weiss turned to look at him, fearing his answer. The last time he had that look on his face.
"Not that," Omi pleaded.
"Anything but that!" added the brunette.
"Undercover outfits! I must start planning out them immediately!" the lanky blond announced with an obvious pleasure that, according to the others, was sadistic.
The cry of "SHIN-NE!" echoed throughout the neighborhood as Omi and Ken did their best to refrain the livid Aya from strangling Youji (who had not noticed and was muttering to himself about who should wear what.)
I didn't know what a blog was either, until a year or so ago. But Omi is just so in-tune with the online world that it doesn't occur to him that other people might not know what a blog is. Anyway, tell me what you think! REVIEW! OR I'LL- I'LL DO SOMETHING REALLY BAD! YEAH, THAT'S IT!
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss. Well, maybe Ran. *sees men in black suits rapidly approaching* No! I take it back! Don't bring out the lawyers!
Chapter One: Breakfast at Weiss's
"Good morning!" The inappropriately cheerful Ken chimed from his post at the stove when Omi walked into the kitchen they all shared. "You like your eggs scrambled, right? If you don't, it's too late, anyway, though." Omi goggled at him briefly beneath his half-closed lids. Who in their right minds, he wondered, was so cheerful in the morning? Obviously, Ken was not in his right mind. In reply, the youngest member managed to mumble a response that he hoped sounded something like an affirmation and some kind of greeting before he yawned and stretched.
Obviously surprised at the lack of pep that was normally in Omi's voice, Youji looked up at him from where he sat at the table, drinking coffee. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up, and went over to inspect the younger male. "Chibi, you stayed up all night staring at the computer screen again, didn't you? I mean, you've got bags under your eyes! You'll never get a girl this way!" Catching his reflection in the toaster (In addition to being a cook, Ken was also a neat freak. Once a week he made them all clean and polish everything till the house shone. Why Aya hadn't brought out his katana on him yet was a mystery to the two blondes.) Omi saw that he did indeed have light purple smudges under his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize that Youji was still talking to him.
"It's illegal to visit those websites when you're under eighteen. I already told you this months ago!"
Shaking his head slightly, Omi said "And I still don't know what the hell you're talking about." Strangely enough, this was true. It always puzzled the other blond how someone who spent so much time on the internet had not accidentally run across the type of websites just mentioned. "But," Omi conceded, "I did find out information about our target."
"Our target can wait," Ken told them as he carried plates to the table. "You," he declared pointing the spatula pointedly at the other two, "Are going to eat breakfast. One can't concentrate on a target on an empty stomach."
"Yes, mother," Youji replied in a mockingly sweet tone as he headed towards the plates. "We wouldn't *dream* of doing otherwise."
The brunette nodded and folded his arms across his chest. "Good. Now eat." Somehow, he had never really caught on to the idea of sarcasm.
Omi stood near the doorway a second longer, blinking. Aya, who chose that moment to stagger down the stairs and enter the kitchen, was still three- quarters asleep, instead of half-asleep like Omi. This would be why he bumped head on into Omi.
"SHIN-NE!" he shouted, automatically switching into battle stance and reaching for his katana. Not finding it at his side, the redhead looked down at his hands, then where it would be kept, and looked around, realizing where he was. "Hn." Aya then returned to a normal standing position and proceed to walk further into the kitchen like nothing had happened.
Aya, their fearless leader, who was always cold and collected, and had vengeance practically running through his veins, was not a morning person. Normally extremely observant, during the AM hours the redhead was occasionally somewhat fuzzy on where he was and who the people around him were. This would explain his confusion. Also an interesting fact was that cold leader liked Lucky Charms. This was evident in the way that he grabbed a bow of the said cereal, and sat down with a carton of milk, a bowl and a spoon.
Calmly, Omi sat down to eat his cooling eggs. This sort of thing was not unusual in the morning around here. Youji, on the other hand, was not nearly as cooperative. He informed them all that he couldn't eat any more (after taking one bite) because he was on a diet. The chicks, he said, didn't dig pudgy guys.
The following conversation went something like this: "Youji, you're going to sit down, and you're going to eat those eggs! They're good for you." "Aw, c'mon KenKen! It's not that big of a deal!" "You know, the girls aren't going to like you much-" "Of course they're going to like me, Omi! They always *adore* me-" "-If you weigh less than they do." "-Except for that one time, but how was I to know that she would be there when I was with."
Youji slowed down as what Omi had said sunk in, and thinking about this, realized that was probably true and sat back down, ignoring the snort that came from Aya's corner of the table.
"Good!" said Ken happily. "Now that we have that settled, what did you find out, Omi?"
"Phmine dout?"
"Ew! That's disgusting! Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?!"
Omi glared at Youji, swallowed his eggs and tried again. "Find out?"
"About the target, of course!" chirped Ken.
Aya, on the other side of the table, again wished for his katana. Morning people bothered him.
"Oh, yeah," said Omi sheepishly. "Well, I finally found his blog, late last night, and-"
"What's a-" both Ken and Youji started at the same time. Automatically they started to play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would speak.
Aya rolled his eyes. Morning people and stupidity. This was not shaping out to be a good day. Not waiting for them to finish with their ridiculous games, he asked the question himself. "What is a blog?"
Ken and Youji both momentarily considered glaring at Aya for interrupting them, but wisely decided that it probably wouldn't be good for their health.
Omi, on the other hand, found himself staring at all of them. "What is a blog?" he repeated weakly. Three pairs of eyes stared back at him, and their owners all nodded.
"Does it have anything to do with cute girls?" Youji wanted to know.
"Or," Ken asked, "soccer?"
Aya said, "Hn."
"A blog," Omi started to explain to his evidently clueless allies with admirable patience, "Is something like a journal that a person writes in online."
"That's not sensible."
Omi glanced at the redhead. "Why not?"
"Everyone can read it, and they know precisely who wrote it, and they can go hunt the individual down and then kill them and everyone close to them in their sleep," the older man said, surprising everyone with his long speech. Realizing this, he then glared at everyone extra hard, daring anyone to comment on his unusual amount of words. No one did.
"Because it's on the on-terrr-net," added Ken, who evidently felt the need to elaborate further. "Right?" The technical expert in the group winced at the brunette's evident lack of knowledge with even the most basic computer lingo.
Youji, who sometimes used the computer in the basement on the sly to visit some of the "interesting sites" that he teased Omi about, chose not to venture a question of his own. "Um, I'm with them," he managed, when he realized that Omi's gaze had turned to him, obviously expecting him to have a question, too.
Staring at them once again, the blond wondered how anyone could be so computer illiterate. Ken was just plain clueless. But, come to think of it, Aya asked an almost intelligent question, actually.
"If you don't post- er, write down where you live or supply your name, then people have no clue who's the author. Most people don't. Although when you sign up for a blog, that sort of stuff part of the required information- the form you need to fill out when requesting a blog. The webmaster or mistress- um, the people who are in charge of the site keep that information confidential and under tight guard, though." The young assassin took a swig of orange juice before continuing. "That was what made it so hard to find the blog of our target."
"So accessing this information is illegal?" Aya asked him while glaring at him through narrowed violet eyes. His eyes were always like that, though.
"That's right," Omi said, nodding.
"And you found out his location from it?"
"Oh, no. He was smart enough to fill out weird answers like that. They won't let you leave it blank, but they don't really check it out too thoroughly, because I'm pretty sure he doesn't live on the moon," The young blond said cheerfully. "But it allowed me to find out whose blog it was, because he entered his name."
Suddenly, Youji got an idea. It was a brilliant one, according to him. "Say, Omitichi," he began in his best wheedling voice. "Since you can find out all sorts of personal info, could you look into a few lovely lady frien- "
"No."
"So, what did you find out from his bloog-thing, Omi?" asked Ken.
The man in question decided the ex-soccer player was a hopeless cause. "Well, you know how he's doing his thing at night clubs? I found out he's going to the Night Owl sometime next week. It's a pretty big place, so I figure we all ought to be there undercover."
"Do you realize what this means?" Youji suddenly asked with a malicious gleam in his eye.
The rest of Weiss turned to look at him, fearing his answer. The last time he had that look on his face.
"Not that," Omi pleaded.
"Anything but that!" added the brunette.
"Undercover outfits! I must start planning out them immediately!" the lanky blond announced with an obvious pleasure that, according to the others, was sadistic.
The cry of "SHIN-NE!" echoed throughout the neighborhood as Omi and Ken did their best to refrain the livid Aya from strangling Youji (who had not noticed and was muttering to himself about who should wear what.)
I didn't know what a blog was either, until a year or so ago. But Omi is just so in-tune with the online world that it doesn't occur to him that other people might not know what a blog is. Anyway, tell me what you think! REVIEW! OR I'LL- I'LL DO SOMETHING REALLY BAD! YEAH, THAT'S IT!