A/N: Is it possible to have writer's block while starting a story?
Incidentally, I don't know how but Weiss all live in the same place. Maybe they . . . rented a house together . . . or live in the extensive back of the Kitty in the House shop! . . . yeah right.
CHAPTER TWO
Aya Fujimiya, also known as Ran, glared at his opponent through icy purple eyes. The source of his anger could be found in the material held in his rival's hands.
"I am not wearing leather!" Aya stated, and then rummaged through his closet for a fresh orange sweater. The one he'd worn the day before had had pollen dumped on it by Ken. Being Aya, he disliked wearing anything else besides the orange sweater, that clothing choice being the source of the argument.
"You should look good, Aya," Yohji protested for the fifth time in the past quarter hour, holding up the black leather vest. "Your orange sweater clashes with your hair anyway. But honestly, you'll get a lot of compliments!"
"I don't want compliments!" Aya screamed, patience having been destroyed by a certain Weiss member. "Enough (censored) girls follow me around anyway! Unlike you I am not interested in (censored) girls! And if I was, I would not want to wear that (censored) piece of (censored) to get (censored) attention! You are the (censored) (censored) in this (censored) group of people! So (censored) leave me alone!"
Yohji blinked. And then, for the lack of anything better to do, blinked again.
*
Omi ran upstairs to tell Aya that breakfast was ready, Ken not having singed the eggs or burned the toast too badly. Hand poised above the door, Omi got a rather shocking segment of the conversation currently taking place.
".I would not want to wear that (censored) piece of (censored) to get (censored) attention! You are the (censored) (censored) in this (censored) group of people! So (censored) leave me alone!"
Omi blinked. And then, for the lack of anything better to do, blinked again.
"Um, Aya?" He inquired timidly.
*
Aya stood looking furiously at Yohji, who looked stunned at the atypical reaction.
"Um, Aya?"
Oh (censored), Aya thought, turning to the door, turning the knob and savagely wrenching it open. Omi stood in the doorway, face flaming at some of the more explicit terms Aya had used.
"Of course he had to come up at that moment," Yohji commented from behind Aya. "And we wanted to keep him innocent for a while. . . . at least until he turns eighteen, that is."
Omi blushed. "B-breakfast," he stammered and fled down the stairs.
"I think you scared him, Aya-kun," Yohji said with a yawn, then sauntered down the hallway to his room. Aya blinked, stared at Yohji's retreating back, and went back into his room to see if he had any wearable clothing beside orange sweaters.
*
"Oooh, look, it's Aya!" squealed one of the two dozen or so girls currently staring through the window. (At last count, 7 Aya lovers, 6 Yohji- obsessed girls, 5 Ken adorers, and 6 Omi worshippers among the growing crowd.)
"No! Yohji is so better! How can you say that? Aya doesn't like anyone!" Another girl protested, oblivious that she was insulting someone perhaps two feet away from her. Aya randomly reflected that Ken was getting better at cooking eggs . . . Yohji had only complained once. Ignoring girls had become a reflex for him, after all, and he was hardly aware of the constant "Aya or Yohji?" arguments taking place.
Ignoring the rabid fangirls, Omi grabbed his school backpack in one hand and Aya's wrist in the other, then rushed out the door, Aya propelled along behind. Yohji smirked and also hurried out to his sports car, then drove to his breakfast date, leaving Ken (until he left for his soccer game) and the old lady to manage Kitty in the House.
*
"I cannot believe I let you make me do this," Aya moaned as he entered the school next to Omi. "Do you realize how many girls there are in this school?!?"
As if to prove his words, a giggling knot of teenage girls walked past, then doubled back. Aya felt trapped until he was dragged the other direction down the hallway and the girls were separated by anxious parents. Relieved, Aya walked into Omi's first class, in which the rather twisted science teacher had decided to give them a "nice treat" and set out frogs to dissect.
Revolted, Aya quickly decided he'd left something in the car and almost ran out of the classroom with Omi in tow. "Shi-ne Kudou," he mumbled, going outside to get some fresh air. Omi trotted after him, thinking it really was an amazing thing to have a relative who would get you out of your least favorite classes.
Aya leaned against a wall of the school, violet eyes narrowed as he mused upon a book he'd read recently. Aya happened to love reading, despite the fact that he'd hated school . . .
. . . One of the reasons he'd decided to get Omi out of it for the next half-hour or so. Aya-chan would be in school too, probably, he realized, had she never been in an accident. As they often did, his thoughts turned to the Takatori family.
. . . That is, until someone tugged on his sleeve. Aya looked down into a girl's face.
"Can I have your autograph, Aya?" she asked hopefully.
"Iie."
"Look!" she shrieked to a group of students leaving the school for their free periods. "It's Aya! From the flower shop!"
"Omi, why did I let you make me do this?"
"Umm, because you're nice?" Omi said hopefully, eyeing the growing crowd of students surrounding them with fear.
Before Aya had time to think of a reply, the bell rang, saving Omi and Aya from certain torture-by-glomping. As the cameras, drawing pads, books on flowers (to impress the kitties), small gifts (to attract bishonen), and other handy items were stowed away, the flow of girls reversed and was fed back into the school.
"Well that's a relief," Omi said conversationally, then was greeted by an icy silence coming from Aya.
*
Yohji trotted inside Kitty in the House, to be greeted by Ken rushing out the door. "Back so soon, Yohji?" He asked, tying his shoelaces.
"Hai, but I'm going out again for my lunch date. With a really pretty girl . . ." Yohji's eyes temporarily went swirly.
Ken blinked, unimpressed. "What does she look like?"
Yohji pulled on a leather jacket as a knock was heard at the door. "Well you'll find out soon enough, hmm?" He opened the door. "Ohayo Kat!"
Ken stared.
"Hi Yohji! Oh, who's this?" The beautiful Kat (of course, since she was Yohji's date after all, she had to be really pretty) looked past Yohji to Ken.
"Oh, Kat," Yohji said breezily, "This is Ken. Ken, this is Kat. She's over 18," He added, that last statement obviously being an important detail.
"Um, hi," Ken mumbled and fled out the back door.
"He's a little shy," Yohji explained, his tone showing he was not overly concerned for Ken's state of mind. "So, where would you like to go for lunch?"
~
Wow, that was fun! I have eleven reviews on my first chapter! Arigato FireKat, Misura, MissyIrene, dom, asami, Psychodahlia, Lady Dragon, hotoru- chan, futagoakuma-tenshi02 (long name!), and Pocky King Windy!!
If anyone wants to be one of many obsessed Weiss stalkers in this story, let me know with your name and favorite Weiss character. I can put you in this fic if you want.
Also thanks to The Golden Dragon, my sister, who constantly contributes unique words, ideas, and encouragement through hyperactivity!
-Alexa
Incidentally, I don't know how but Weiss all live in the same place. Maybe they . . . rented a house together . . . or live in the extensive back of the Kitty in the House shop! . . . yeah right.
CHAPTER TWO
Aya Fujimiya, also known as Ran, glared at his opponent through icy purple eyes. The source of his anger could be found in the material held in his rival's hands.
"I am not wearing leather!" Aya stated, and then rummaged through his closet for a fresh orange sweater. The one he'd worn the day before had had pollen dumped on it by Ken. Being Aya, he disliked wearing anything else besides the orange sweater, that clothing choice being the source of the argument.
"You should look good, Aya," Yohji protested for the fifth time in the past quarter hour, holding up the black leather vest. "Your orange sweater clashes with your hair anyway. But honestly, you'll get a lot of compliments!"
"I don't want compliments!" Aya screamed, patience having been destroyed by a certain Weiss member. "Enough (censored) girls follow me around anyway! Unlike you I am not interested in (censored) girls! And if I was, I would not want to wear that (censored) piece of (censored) to get (censored) attention! You are the (censored) (censored) in this (censored) group of people! So (censored) leave me alone!"
Yohji blinked. And then, for the lack of anything better to do, blinked again.
*
Omi ran upstairs to tell Aya that breakfast was ready, Ken not having singed the eggs or burned the toast too badly. Hand poised above the door, Omi got a rather shocking segment of the conversation currently taking place.
".I would not want to wear that (censored) piece of (censored) to get (censored) attention! You are the (censored) (censored) in this (censored) group of people! So (censored) leave me alone!"
Omi blinked. And then, for the lack of anything better to do, blinked again.
"Um, Aya?" He inquired timidly.
*
Aya stood looking furiously at Yohji, who looked stunned at the atypical reaction.
"Um, Aya?"
Oh (censored), Aya thought, turning to the door, turning the knob and savagely wrenching it open. Omi stood in the doorway, face flaming at some of the more explicit terms Aya had used.
"Of course he had to come up at that moment," Yohji commented from behind Aya. "And we wanted to keep him innocent for a while. . . . at least until he turns eighteen, that is."
Omi blushed. "B-breakfast," he stammered and fled down the stairs.
"I think you scared him, Aya-kun," Yohji said with a yawn, then sauntered down the hallway to his room. Aya blinked, stared at Yohji's retreating back, and went back into his room to see if he had any wearable clothing beside orange sweaters.
*
"Oooh, look, it's Aya!" squealed one of the two dozen or so girls currently staring through the window. (At last count, 7 Aya lovers, 6 Yohji- obsessed girls, 5 Ken adorers, and 6 Omi worshippers among the growing crowd.)
"No! Yohji is so better! How can you say that? Aya doesn't like anyone!" Another girl protested, oblivious that she was insulting someone perhaps two feet away from her. Aya randomly reflected that Ken was getting better at cooking eggs . . . Yohji had only complained once. Ignoring girls had become a reflex for him, after all, and he was hardly aware of the constant "Aya or Yohji?" arguments taking place.
Ignoring the rabid fangirls, Omi grabbed his school backpack in one hand and Aya's wrist in the other, then rushed out the door, Aya propelled along behind. Yohji smirked and also hurried out to his sports car, then drove to his breakfast date, leaving Ken (until he left for his soccer game) and the old lady to manage Kitty in the House.
*
"I cannot believe I let you make me do this," Aya moaned as he entered the school next to Omi. "Do you realize how many girls there are in this school?!?"
As if to prove his words, a giggling knot of teenage girls walked past, then doubled back. Aya felt trapped until he was dragged the other direction down the hallway and the girls were separated by anxious parents. Relieved, Aya walked into Omi's first class, in which the rather twisted science teacher had decided to give them a "nice treat" and set out frogs to dissect.
Revolted, Aya quickly decided he'd left something in the car and almost ran out of the classroom with Omi in tow. "Shi-ne Kudou," he mumbled, going outside to get some fresh air. Omi trotted after him, thinking it really was an amazing thing to have a relative who would get you out of your least favorite classes.
Aya leaned against a wall of the school, violet eyes narrowed as he mused upon a book he'd read recently. Aya happened to love reading, despite the fact that he'd hated school . . .
. . . One of the reasons he'd decided to get Omi out of it for the next half-hour or so. Aya-chan would be in school too, probably, he realized, had she never been in an accident. As they often did, his thoughts turned to the Takatori family.
. . . That is, until someone tugged on his sleeve. Aya looked down into a girl's face.
"Can I have your autograph, Aya?" she asked hopefully.
"Iie."
"Look!" she shrieked to a group of students leaving the school for their free periods. "It's Aya! From the flower shop!"
"Omi, why did I let you make me do this?"
"Umm, because you're nice?" Omi said hopefully, eyeing the growing crowd of students surrounding them with fear.
Before Aya had time to think of a reply, the bell rang, saving Omi and Aya from certain torture-by-glomping. As the cameras, drawing pads, books on flowers (to impress the kitties), small gifts (to attract bishonen), and other handy items were stowed away, the flow of girls reversed and was fed back into the school.
"Well that's a relief," Omi said conversationally, then was greeted by an icy silence coming from Aya.
*
Yohji trotted inside Kitty in the House, to be greeted by Ken rushing out the door. "Back so soon, Yohji?" He asked, tying his shoelaces.
"Hai, but I'm going out again for my lunch date. With a really pretty girl . . ." Yohji's eyes temporarily went swirly.
Ken blinked, unimpressed. "What does she look like?"
Yohji pulled on a leather jacket as a knock was heard at the door. "Well you'll find out soon enough, hmm?" He opened the door. "Ohayo Kat!"
Ken stared.
"Hi Yohji! Oh, who's this?" The beautiful Kat (of course, since she was Yohji's date after all, she had to be really pretty) looked past Yohji to Ken.
"Oh, Kat," Yohji said breezily, "This is Ken. Ken, this is Kat. She's over 18," He added, that last statement obviously being an important detail.
"Um, hi," Ken mumbled and fled out the back door.
"He's a little shy," Yohji explained, his tone showing he was not overly concerned for Ken's state of mind. "So, where would you like to go for lunch?"
~
Wow, that was fun! I have eleven reviews on my first chapter! Arigato FireKat, Misura, MissyIrene, dom, asami, Psychodahlia, Lady Dragon, hotoru- chan, futagoakuma-tenshi02 (long name!), and Pocky King Windy!!
If anyone wants to be one of many obsessed Weiss stalkers in this story, let me know with your name and favorite Weiss character. I can put you in this fic if you want.
Also thanks to The Golden Dragon, my sister, who constantly contributes unique words, ideas, and encouragement through hyperactivity!
-Alexa