Note: I have no idea where WK is based . . . so, New York is fine.
Note 2: From now on, thoughts will be in /these/ and Schuldich playing with minds (if he's ever in this) will be like ::this::.
Disclaimer: I OWN WEISS KREUZ! Oh, wait, no I don't. Flames will be laughed at, shared with my sister-who-is-not-my-twin, and then printed out to save. Criticism (constructive or otherwise) welcome. Say something negative if you want ^_^
CHAPTER FOUR
Pockets filled with an emergency supply of candy bars, Aya Fujimiya followed Omi down the hallway to art class. Within the classroom, he sat down next to Omi at a random desk.
"Hello, and welcome to seventh grade art," cooed the disturbingly cheerful young teacher. "Today we will be examining Japanese cartoons, which we also call anime, animation, Japanimation, and many other names. There is a Japanese cartoon book called a 'manga' that is on your desk, feel free to examine it. . ."
"Creepy lady," Omi mumbled, sitting down next to Aya and putting down his books. "Here, what's this? . . . Rurouni Kenshin, what's that?!?"
"A weird assassin-guy, apparently."
"Oh," Omi said, suddenly looking very intrigued. "Can I read?"
"No. Too violent."
Omi coughed meaningfully. Aya glared at him and continued reading RK until the end of the period, while Omi unobtrusively peered over his shoulder.
"I like that Kenshin guy," Aya remarked as they continued on down a hallway. Omi stared.
"But, he's a heartless assassin!"
". . ." Was the reply.
"Okay, so perhaps that wasn't the best reason," Omi sulked. "But he's still heartless."
*
"Done, done, done, done, done," Omi sang as he bounced along the corridor. Earlier he had stolen all of Aya's stashed chocolate bars and the results had been . . . unique. Omi tripped; his feet flew out from under him and he landed on the muddy floor, coming face-to-face with a scarcely legible, seriously mistreated pink flyer. Thus staring at the flyer, he did not see his books (which he had flung in the air) hit Nagi in the face.
Nagi glared and telekinetically lifted Omi, then carefully bounced him along the hallway. That is, until Aya tapped him (none too gently) on the head. Concentration broken, Nagi whirled around to look at Aya while Omi crashed to the floor behind him. Aya smiled sweetly.
"I promised to kill you, remember chibi?"
"Oh yeah," Nagi muttered. "Hmm, Schuldich wanted to go golfing."
Omi blinked. "Golfing? Isn't that a little . . . sadistic? Considering that you should all have a phobia of golf clubs by now. . .[A]"
"Hence why Farfarello is very happy. Golfing hurts God."
Aya gave him an odd look. "Farfarello still wants to kill God?"
Nagi nodded. "Hey, Schuldich might get angry if I'm not there, and you *really* don't want to see him angry . . ."
The three collectively shuddered at the thought of Mastermind angry. Schuldich messing with one's mind was on the daily "not to do" list.
". . . so how about a rain check?"
Frowning, Aya suggested, "Friday, in the basketball court?"
"See you there, kitty."
*
"I can't believe you did that!" Omi exploded as he walked back to the Koneko. "You were actually civil to a member of Schwarz! And, on top of that, it was Nagi!"
Aya looked at him oddly. "Why do you hate Nagi?"
Omi scowled. "He's cuter than me."
The red-haired assassin might have responded to this had Omi not stopped at a small house on the way back and rapped on the window. Aya had no time to do more than give Omi a strange look before a door opened and a girl came running out.
"Omi?What'sgoingonissomethingwrong-OHMYGODITSAYA!!!"
(Translation: "Omi? What's going on, is something wrong-OH MY GOD, IT'S AYA!!!")
Aya had time only to blink and wish for his katana before being tackle- glomped by the rather hyper girl.
"AYA-SAN! YOU CAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!"
Aya blinked. "Ano, I have to get back to the flower shop. . ."
"Okay, I'll walk you there!" The girl said cheerfully, standing up, dragging Aya to his feet and skipping down the street with Omi behind her and Aya in tow. "I'm Joana!"
Aya gave Omi a cold glare, which was returned with an adorable grin.
*
"Aya, I need you, these flowers look half-dead and I want you to terrorize the guy who sold them to us-brought home a new girlfriend, Aya- kun??" Yohji looked suggestively at Joana.
Aya longed for his katana. /Control the anger,/ he thought. /guzfaba. . ./ [B]
Ken ran over to Aya. "Aya, the soccer game was great! How did your day go?"
In return for his exuberant actions, Kenken got a mildly irritated, impassionate glare.
Omi drew Joana into a corner. "I'll tell you if Abyssinian comes again, ne?"
Joana smiled evilly. "I'll take care of him-feed him, tickle him, pet him, let him sleep in my bed, all that . . ."
Looking mildly disturbed, Omi replied, "Ah. . . right. I have to get back to the flowers now . . ."
There was a crash behind him and the emotionless remark "Those were expensive flowers, Yohji. You have to pay for them."
"But it was an accident!" A miserable wail responded.
Aya gave him a cold stare and handed a customer the roses they'd asked for as the telephone rang. "Ken, get it."
Ken obediently picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi?"
". . ."
"Yes, we can deliver flowers. A bouquet of red roses, right. Do you want a card?"
". . ."
"Filled out to . . . ah. Hold on a moment. . ." Ken shoved the phone at Aya, who looked up from arranging flowers, annoyed.
"What?"
"They want the flowers filled out to Prodigy!"
Aya glared at him and took the phone. "Hai. Hai. Iie. Hai. Arigato." Aya hung up.
"That was descriptive," Omi commented. "What's going on?"
"A request for flowers, obviously," Aya returned coldly, writing the order down on a pad of paper. Yohji snatched the pad away.
"This girl showed me how to know people by their handwriting!" He exclaimed, ignoring Aya's murderous glare. [C] "Um . . . you are . . . kind and welcoming?!? Open with your feelings, you hate all acts of violence. You feel attached to people easily and you are free with your love."
"SHI-NE!" Yohji stepped out of the way, and the pad was neatly sliced in half.
Ken picked up a pencil and another pad, and began to write the order of flowers down again.
~
[A] - You know how Takatori always hits Schwarz with golf clubs if they mess something up? Well. . .yeah.
[B] - Line from movie Anger Management.
Sorry for not updating for so long (if anyone cares)! =) Please read and review, criticism welcome.
Note 2: From now on, thoughts will be in /these/ and Schuldich playing with minds (if he's ever in this) will be like ::this::.
Disclaimer: I OWN WEISS KREUZ! Oh, wait, no I don't. Flames will be laughed at, shared with my sister-who-is-not-my-twin, and then printed out to save. Criticism (constructive or otherwise) welcome. Say something negative if you want ^_^
CHAPTER FOUR
Pockets filled with an emergency supply of candy bars, Aya Fujimiya followed Omi down the hallway to art class. Within the classroom, he sat down next to Omi at a random desk.
"Hello, and welcome to seventh grade art," cooed the disturbingly cheerful young teacher. "Today we will be examining Japanese cartoons, which we also call anime, animation, Japanimation, and many other names. There is a Japanese cartoon book called a 'manga' that is on your desk, feel free to examine it. . ."
"Creepy lady," Omi mumbled, sitting down next to Aya and putting down his books. "Here, what's this? . . . Rurouni Kenshin, what's that?!?"
"A weird assassin-guy, apparently."
"Oh," Omi said, suddenly looking very intrigued. "Can I read?"
"No. Too violent."
Omi coughed meaningfully. Aya glared at him and continued reading RK until the end of the period, while Omi unobtrusively peered over his shoulder.
"I like that Kenshin guy," Aya remarked as they continued on down a hallway. Omi stared.
"But, he's a heartless assassin!"
". . ." Was the reply.
"Okay, so perhaps that wasn't the best reason," Omi sulked. "But he's still heartless."
*
"Done, done, done, done, done," Omi sang as he bounced along the corridor. Earlier he had stolen all of Aya's stashed chocolate bars and the results had been . . . unique. Omi tripped; his feet flew out from under him and he landed on the muddy floor, coming face-to-face with a scarcely legible, seriously mistreated pink flyer. Thus staring at the flyer, he did not see his books (which he had flung in the air) hit Nagi in the face.
Nagi glared and telekinetically lifted Omi, then carefully bounced him along the hallway. That is, until Aya tapped him (none too gently) on the head. Concentration broken, Nagi whirled around to look at Aya while Omi crashed to the floor behind him. Aya smiled sweetly.
"I promised to kill you, remember chibi?"
"Oh yeah," Nagi muttered. "Hmm, Schuldich wanted to go golfing."
Omi blinked. "Golfing? Isn't that a little . . . sadistic? Considering that you should all have a phobia of golf clubs by now. . .[A]"
"Hence why Farfarello is very happy. Golfing hurts God."
Aya gave him an odd look. "Farfarello still wants to kill God?"
Nagi nodded. "Hey, Schuldich might get angry if I'm not there, and you *really* don't want to see him angry . . ."
The three collectively shuddered at the thought of Mastermind angry. Schuldich messing with one's mind was on the daily "not to do" list.
". . . so how about a rain check?"
Frowning, Aya suggested, "Friday, in the basketball court?"
"See you there, kitty."
*
"I can't believe you did that!" Omi exploded as he walked back to the Koneko. "You were actually civil to a member of Schwarz! And, on top of that, it was Nagi!"
Aya looked at him oddly. "Why do you hate Nagi?"
Omi scowled. "He's cuter than me."
The red-haired assassin might have responded to this had Omi not stopped at a small house on the way back and rapped on the window. Aya had no time to do more than give Omi a strange look before a door opened and a girl came running out.
"Omi?What'sgoingonissomethingwrong-OHMYGODITSAYA!!!"
(Translation: "Omi? What's going on, is something wrong-OH MY GOD, IT'S AYA!!!")
Aya had time only to blink and wish for his katana before being tackle- glomped by the rather hyper girl.
"AYA-SAN! YOU CAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!"
Aya blinked. "Ano, I have to get back to the flower shop. . ."
"Okay, I'll walk you there!" The girl said cheerfully, standing up, dragging Aya to his feet and skipping down the street with Omi behind her and Aya in tow. "I'm Joana!"
Aya gave Omi a cold glare, which was returned with an adorable grin.
*
"Aya, I need you, these flowers look half-dead and I want you to terrorize the guy who sold them to us-brought home a new girlfriend, Aya- kun??" Yohji looked suggestively at Joana.
Aya longed for his katana. /Control the anger,/ he thought. /guzfaba. . ./ [B]
Ken ran over to Aya. "Aya, the soccer game was great! How did your day go?"
In return for his exuberant actions, Kenken got a mildly irritated, impassionate glare.
Omi drew Joana into a corner. "I'll tell you if Abyssinian comes again, ne?"
Joana smiled evilly. "I'll take care of him-feed him, tickle him, pet him, let him sleep in my bed, all that . . ."
Looking mildly disturbed, Omi replied, "Ah. . . right. I have to get back to the flowers now . . ."
There was a crash behind him and the emotionless remark "Those were expensive flowers, Yohji. You have to pay for them."
"But it was an accident!" A miserable wail responded.
Aya gave him a cold stare and handed a customer the roses they'd asked for as the telephone rang. "Ken, get it."
Ken obediently picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi?"
". . ."
"Yes, we can deliver flowers. A bouquet of red roses, right. Do you want a card?"
". . ."
"Filled out to . . . ah. Hold on a moment. . ." Ken shoved the phone at Aya, who looked up from arranging flowers, annoyed.
"What?"
"They want the flowers filled out to Prodigy!"
Aya glared at him and took the phone. "Hai. Hai. Iie. Hai. Arigato." Aya hung up.
"That was descriptive," Omi commented. "What's going on?"
"A request for flowers, obviously," Aya returned coldly, writing the order down on a pad of paper. Yohji snatched the pad away.
"This girl showed me how to know people by their handwriting!" He exclaimed, ignoring Aya's murderous glare. [C] "Um . . . you are . . . kind and welcoming?!? Open with your feelings, you hate all acts of violence. You feel attached to people easily and you are free with your love."
"SHI-NE!" Yohji stepped out of the way, and the pad was neatly sliced in half.
Ken picked up a pencil and another pad, and began to write the order of flowers down again.
~
[A] - You know how Takatori always hits Schwarz with golf clubs if they mess something up? Well. . .yeah.
[B] - Line from movie Anger Management.
Sorry for not updating for so long (if anyone cares)! =) Please read and review, criticism welcome.