Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. Should this be a revelation?
A/N: This is kind of an AU; Omi is younger, probably about 13 and in middle school. Don't ask me what country they are in, at the moment I have no clue.
This fic is an idea that's been rolling around in my head for a while, for personal satisfaction I decided to give it a try on paper. I don't know if Schwarz, Schreient, or Takatoris will be in this.
FYI I have some great fics in my favorite stories/authors! Go check them out!
SCHOOL DAYS
CHAPTER ONE A girl walked down a street, feasting her eyes on the beautiful scene before her. Each detail of it was perfectly depicted; the materials for sale were arranged flawlessly.
And, of course, it should not be overlooked that the employees of "Kitties in the House" flower shop were some of the most cute and beautiful guys around.
.One of which was currently shouting at the growing crowd of ogling girls.
"If you're not buying anything then go home!" The redheaded bishonen was complaining. "Don't they have school?!?"
"They'll probably be late," Ken Hidaka replied from behind a pot of flowers. "And we can't use Omi like a decoy like yesterday, he already left for school."
Aya Fujimiya sighed. "I hate Mondays."
*
Omi Tsukiyono trotted down the hallway of the middle school, his books in his arms and a cheerful smile on his face-that is, until he slipped on a wet floor and went flying temporarily. Since his anatomy was something different from that of an organism with flying skills, this state of motion did not last and Omi fell flat on his face.
Happy smile disintegrating, Omi found himself face-to-face with a wet (and rather mistreated) school flyer that had a footprint outlined on it in dirt.
Omi and the slip of pink paper regarded each other. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the piece of paper, Omi nonetheless waited for a moment before cautiously poking the slip of paper.
The slip of paper poked him back-oh, wait, that might have been from the fact that he'd poked it on a corner of the paper.
Irritated by the gain of a papercut, Omi angrily stood up, picked up his books and ignored the flyer until he saw the words across its top.
***BRING YOUR FAMILY TO SCHOOL DAY***
To maintain his kawaii genki image, Omi refrained from cursing. Of course, his of all schools just HAD to have this event. What was he supposed to do, phone up a Takatori? He bent down and inspected the paper for further information when the bell rang, causing him to jump, slip and drop his books again as students poured into the school from the buses.
I can already tell this will be a bad day, was the thought in the mind of Omi Tsukiyono as he reacquired his books, brushing off dirt as he did.
*
Yohji Kudou walked to the mailbox, smiling. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, he was working with two other bishis (all over 18), and there was five letters for him, right on top of the letter from the middle school to the guardian of Omi Tsukiyono.
Wait, the guardian of Omi Tsukiyono? . . .did he have a guardian?!?
Yohji hurried back into the store, which was thankfully empty of customers. He put the love letters in his cupboard in the back room and went to Aya. "Do you know anything about this?" He held up the ominous letter.
Aya raised an eyebrow. "Open it first before asking me what it is, Yohji. It might just be a report card."
"I have a bad feeling it's not," Yohji retorted, miffed that Aya had ruined his drama. Slitting open the letter with an opener that he'd found in the cashier's desk, he pulled out a pink piece of paper. . .
*
". . .And here's one for you, Omi," Mr. Yuii finished, putting a pink piece of paper on Omi's desk.
. . .It's come back to haunt me, hasn't it? Was the thought foremost in Omi Tsukiyono's mind.
"One of these has also been sent to your listed guardian," Mr. Yuii droned on. "You are allowed to take a family member to school on Monday, September 30th. This is mandatory, you must bring in a family member and if there is a scheduling issue you may speak to me after class. Please do not bring anyone younger than you are, for safety reasons. We will be serving a special lunch in the gymnasium. Your family member may attend all your classes with you." Mr. Yuii gave the class a stern look over his small glasses perched on his nose. "I will not tolerate any undisciplined behavior, despite the fact that this is somewhat of a vacation day. Understood?"
Omi gulped and nodded nervously, as did many other classmates. This was a widespread reaction because Mr. Yuii noted those who did not show assent, remembered their names, and began making up reasons to send them to detention.
*
"Guys, we have a serious problem," Yohji announced that afternoon after Omi had walked in the door. He led the four Weiss members into the back room of the flower shop, leaving the old lady in charge of business for a little while.
Ken closed the door. "What, for once in several years you don't have a date tonight? Forget it, I'm not substituting."
Yohji smacked him on the head with the cut off stem of a flower. "Hentai. I meant that Omi has to bring a family member to his school soon. Who's going to go?"
With a yawn, Omi clambered on top of a box (which contained extra paper to wrap flowers in) and said, "My scary teacher says we have to bring someone or talk to him after class about it. I'd rather bring a Takatori then be in there alone with him. I think he'd kill me."
Flipping open a book that was in his cabinet, Yohji turned to a page in it. "Hmm, the thirtieth? I can't make it. I have a date-no, wait, three dates."
"At the same time?!?" Ken exclaimed, eyes wide.
Yohji threw an eraser (also from the cabinet) at him. "Hentai! No, one for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner."
Omi blinked. "You eat them?"
"Back to the subject," Aya interrupted, inspecting a pattern in the stitching of his orange sweater, "What are we going to do about this?"
"Well, obviously one of us goes," Yohji said patiently. "The old lady can take care of the shop, that's not a problem. I won't be here."
"Ken will go then," Aya said, glaring at the brown-haired kawaii assassin.
Ken gulped. "Um, I have a ticket to a soccer game I really don't want to miss." He pulled the ticket out of his cabinet for proof.
Aya leveled an accusing glare at Omi, who shrank back. "This is your entire fault!" he complained. "YOU chose that school, remember?"
"Um, Aya, the only other school available was about half an hour away," Yohji pointed out.
Slumping against the door, Aya sighed. "All right, fine. But if there is a loss in profits because of this, I am not taking responsibility." He played with a bit of his red hair.
"Sure, sure, bishi," Yohji said breezily, hurrying out the door before going to a dead stop. "Uh-oh."
"What?" Ken asked in alarm.
"School got out," Yohji sighed.
Omi raised an eyebrow. "And that is important because what?"
"That means the girls got out of school," Yohji explained as the racket grew louder. A giggling teenage girl rushed past the window.
"Oh, no," Aya moaned.
~
Did you like it? This was fun to write.
Many thanks to my walking thesaurus, a.k.a. Goddess of Many Names, a.k.a. The Golden Dragon!
Reviews greatly appreciated, and I was thinking of doing a cameo for a girl reader. If you give me your name and favorite Weiss character I was hoping to use reviewers as girls who visit the flower shop to see its bishis. Just an idea, I have to get reviews first.
Arigato minna!
To be continued
A/N: This is kind of an AU; Omi is younger, probably about 13 and in middle school. Don't ask me what country they are in, at the moment I have no clue.
This fic is an idea that's been rolling around in my head for a while, for personal satisfaction I decided to give it a try on paper. I don't know if Schwarz, Schreient, or Takatoris will be in this.
FYI I have some great fics in my favorite stories/authors! Go check them out!
SCHOOL DAYS
CHAPTER ONE A girl walked down a street, feasting her eyes on the beautiful scene before her. Each detail of it was perfectly depicted; the materials for sale were arranged flawlessly.
And, of course, it should not be overlooked that the employees of "Kitties in the House" flower shop were some of the most cute and beautiful guys around.
.One of which was currently shouting at the growing crowd of ogling girls.
"If you're not buying anything then go home!" The redheaded bishonen was complaining. "Don't they have school?!?"
"They'll probably be late," Ken Hidaka replied from behind a pot of flowers. "And we can't use Omi like a decoy like yesterday, he already left for school."
Aya Fujimiya sighed. "I hate Mondays."
*
Omi Tsukiyono trotted down the hallway of the middle school, his books in his arms and a cheerful smile on his face-that is, until he slipped on a wet floor and went flying temporarily. Since his anatomy was something different from that of an organism with flying skills, this state of motion did not last and Omi fell flat on his face.
Happy smile disintegrating, Omi found himself face-to-face with a wet (and rather mistreated) school flyer that had a footprint outlined on it in dirt.
Omi and the slip of pink paper regarded each other. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the piece of paper, Omi nonetheless waited for a moment before cautiously poking the slip of paper.
The slip of paper poked him back-oh, wait, that might have been from the fact that he'd poked it on a corner of the paper.
Irritated by the gain of a papercut, Omi angrily stood up, picked up his books and ignored the flyer until he saw the words across its top.
***BRING YOUR FAMILY TO SCHOOL DAY***
To maintain his kawaii genki image, Omi refrained from cursing. Of course, his of all schools just HAD to have this event. What was he supposed to do, phone up a Takatori? He bent down and inspected the paper for further information when the bell rang, causing him to jump, slip and drop his books again as students poured into the school from the buses.
I can already tell this will be a bad day, was the thought in the mind of Omi Tsukiyono as he reacquired his books, brushing off dirt as he did.
*
Yohji Kudou walked to the mailbox, smiling. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, he was working with two other bishis (all over 18), and there was five letters for him, right on top of the letter from the middle school to the guardian of Omi Tsukiyono.
Wait, the guardian of Omi Tsukiyono? . . .did he have a guardian?!?
Yohji hurried back into the store, which was thankfully empty of customers. He put the love letters in his cupboard in the back room and went to Aya. "Do you know anything about this?" He held up the ominous letter.
Aya raised an eyebrow. "Open it first before asking me what it is, Yohji. It might just be a report card."
"I have a bad feeling it's not," Yohji retorted, miffed that Aya had ruined his drama. Slitting open the letter with an opener that he'd found in the cashier's desk, he pulled out a pink piece of paper. . .
*
". . .And here's one for you, Omi," Mr. Yuii finished, putting a pink piece of paper on Omi's desk.
. . .It's come back to haunt me, hasn't it? Was the thought foremost in Omi Tsukiyono's mind.
"One of these has also been sent to your listed guardian," Mr. Yuii droned on. "You are allowed to take a family member to school on Monday, September 30th. This is mandatory, you must bring in a family member and if there is a scheduling issue you may speak to me after class. Please do not bring anyone younger than you are, for safety reasons. We will be serving a special lunch in the gymnasium. Your family member may attend all your classes with you." Mr. Yuii gave the class a stern look over his small glasses perched on his nose. "I will not tolerate any undisciplined behavior, despite the fact that this is somewhat of a vacation day. Understood?"
Omi gulped and nodded nervously, as did many other classmates. This was a widespread reaction because Mr. Yuii noted those who did not show assent, remembered their names, and began making up reasons to send them to detention.
*
"Guys, we have a serious problem," Yohji announced that afternoon after Omi had walked in the door. He led the four Weiss members into the back room of the flower shop, leaving the old lady in charge of business for a little while.
Ken closed the door. "What, for once in several years you don't have a date tonight? Forget it, I'm not substituting."
Yohji smacked him on the head with the cut off stem of a flower. "Hentai. I meant that Omi has to bring a family member to his school soon. Who's going to go?"
With a yawn, Omi clambered on top of a box (which contained extra paper to wrap flowers in) and said, "My scary teacher says we have to bring someone or talk to him after class about it. I'd rather bring a Takatori then be in there alone with him. I think he'd kill me."
Flipping open a book that was in his cabinet, Yohji turned to a page in it. "Hmm, the thirtieth? I can't make it. I have a date-no, wait, three dates."
"At the same time?!?" Ken exclaimed, eyes wide.
Yohji threw an eraser (also from the cabinet) at him. "Hentai! No, one for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner."
Omi blinked. "You eat them?"
"Back to the subject," Aya interrupted, inspecting a pattern in the stitching of his orange sweater, "What are we going to do about this?"
"Well, obviously one of us goes," Yohji said patiently. "The old lady can take care of the shop, that's not a problem. I won't be here."
"Ken will go then," Aya said, glaring at the brown-haired kawaii assassin.
Ken gulped. "Um, I have a ticket to a soccer game I really don't want to miss." He pulled the ticket out of his cabinet for proof.
Aya leveled an accusing glare at Omi, who shrank back. "This is your entire fault!" he complained. "YOU chose that school, remember?"
"Um, Aya, the only other school available was about half an hour away," Yohji pointed out.
Slumping against the door, Aya sighed. "All right, fine. But if there is a loss in profits because of this, I am not taking responsibility." He played with a bit of his red hair.
"Sure, sure, bishi," Yohji said breezily, hurrying out the door before going to a dead stop. "Uh-oh."
"What?" Ken asked in alarm.
"School got out," Yohji sighed.
Omi raised an eyebrow. "And that is important because what?"
"That means the girls got out of school," Yohji explained as the racket grew louder. A giggling teenage girl rushed past the window.
"Oh, no," Aya moaned.
~
Did you like it? This was fun to write.
Many thanks to my walking thesaurus, a.k.a. Goddess of Many Names, a.k.a. The Golden Dragon!
Reviews greatly appreciated, and I was thinking of doing a cameo for a girl reader. If you give me your name and favorite Weiss character I was hoping to use reviewers as girls who visit the flower shop to see its bishis. Just an idea, I have to get reviews first.
Arigato minna!
To be continued