Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss.
A/N: I should be doing schoolwork but...Nope! Well, yes, that was Omi, but don't worry, he'll pan out. And sorry I can't really fit all of the characters in all the time. And JT's power will be reveled soon!
Chapter 4: A cross with flowers
"Kittens and flowers, Kittens and flowers."
Ken looked up from the paper he was reading. JT was staring up at the ceiling, reciting that line to himself again. He shook his head and put the paper down on his lap. He looked again when the boy had stopped.
"Hi Uncle Ken."
"Hello, JT. What were you saying to yourself just now?"
JT looked confused. "I didn't say anything."
"What?" Ken said aloud. Then he thought. "Well, he is still on a good amount of painkillers, he's probably a bit messed up right now."
Smiling at the boy he got up and went to the door. "I'll go get Aya, it's his shift any ways."
Nodding slightly the teen went back to the fascinating crack in the ceiling. Then suddenly he felt the urge to start talking again.
"Kittens and flowers, kittens and flowers."
"What?"
Turning dull aqua eyes to the door JT could see Youji standing there, looking at him with interest. The man came in completely and sat down in the chair by the bed. He asked again of the boy.
At first he was silent, then he frowned. "I don't know. Kittens and flowers. Do you like kittens ands flowers, uncle Youji?"
There was a pause.
"There is no way Schwartz would tell them about Weiss but...there's no doubt that 'kittens and flowers' mean us."
"Uncle Youji?"
The blonde looked up. "Its nothing." He smiled. "But where did you hear this 'kittens and flowers' thing? Did you make it up?"
JT frowned. "No, I heard a man say it."
"A man?" Youji asked, incredulously.
"Yes, the man with the sad eyes."
"Sad eyes?"
Knowing all too well that the kid was drugged Youji refused to believe what he said, but he still wanted to know. He waited for JT to describe the person more.
"What did he look like?"
"He has sad eyes. Sad blue eyes. His face is dirty, but he's still happy, I don't know why, and his hair is the color of gold. He was saying 'kittens and flowers' so I started to say it too."
Youji stumbled out of the chair. Jumping up he grabbed the child firmly and demanded,
"Where did you see this man?!"
JT looked scared. "I-I don't remember!"
"You do too remember, now tell me!"
"I dreamt it!" The teen shouted, struggling against his protector. "Uncle Ken! Aya! Help!"
Just before Youji could give the boy another hard shake the door opened and the two other guardians entered. He immediately let go of JT, who scrambled away to hide in a corner of his bed.
"What happed?" Aya asked coldly.
Youji cringed, thinking of how to explain this. "He was saying something about kittens and flowers, and then he told me who had said it to him. He said the guy had blue eyes and gold hair, know anybody like that?"
Aya narrowed his violet eyes. Yes, he knew someone that had those features, except that person was dead.* frowning he turned away.
"Aya! Youji almost put him in shock! Look at him! I told you, you should have taken this shift, but no, you had to give it to Youji!"
"Shut up." The redhead warned.
"What?"
"I said shut up!"
Ken swallowed the words in his mouth when Aya turned to glare at him. Turning away he went back to busying himself with JT.
"Ken, you're such a mother hen." Youji teased. "You can take care of him then, we'll...go call the pizza guys."
"The pizza guys?" Ken looked Confused. When Youji rolled his eyes at him he knew instantly what they meant. "Oh! The Pizza guys! You do that. I'll get JT back into bed so he'll be better tomorrow."
"You do that."
And with that Aya left, Youji trailing behind him.
"Yes, you call Kritiker, see what they have to say after 13 years."
With a disgruntled look the ex-soccer player went back to tucking the boy in. JT reluctantly did as he was instructed to do and pulled the blankets over him.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm fine Uncle Ken."
Ken frowned, sitting down. "Don't worry about Youji, he just gets excited sometimes, that's all."
"I know, good night Uncle Ken."
"Good night."
"I know what you said Manx but Omi is still alive!"
Youji stood in front of the red head kritiker agent, looking rather disagreeable. Manx shook her head and frowned.
"Youji, if Omi was still alive don't you think he would come back to see his son? Or at least tell you so he wouldn't worry you?"
The blond bit his toung, she did have a point there. But then Aya spoke.
"Not if he was being hunted. If there was someone after him, threatening him, he wouldn't come back, not if it meant exposing his kid to danger."
"Yes! Exactly!"
Manx frowned. "I didn't want to tell you this." She began, drawing their attention. "Three years ago we found Omi's body, mutilated and rotting. There is no way he could be back, not ever. Please just forget the sadness you suffered through and move on, you have a teenaged boy you have to take care of. Omi left him in your care because he believed in you, you must do your best to uphold his wishes, or don't you want to let his soul rest without worry?"
"I'll do anything for him."
The gathered three looked up the stairs to see Ken, tears running down his face. He quickly made his way down and looked to Manx.
"Why didn't you tell us you had found him? Why didn't you tell us our comrade was dead?"
The pretty woman shook her head slowly. "You had a responsibility, you still do. If you knew that the one person you all miss most in the world were truly dead you would be heart broken and would start to act strange, your judgement would become clouded. The boy cannot know anything of Weiss, or of his father or even of himself, keep your mind clear."
The silence that filled the room was almost unbearable. Taking it as a sign the kritiker agent went up the stairs and left, leaving only the three men with their thoughts.
After a week of regular drug injections and painkillers JT was finally back on his feet again. Aya and Youji were both out, one on a date the other on business. Ken was somewhere in the back room, fixing up a special order of flowers, where as he was simply sitting at the table, waiting for work. He couldn't go anywhere, not even to school. His work was sent to him and he did it every night with the three older men to make sure he did it right.
Sighing he began to kick his feet against the table. Just as he had lain his head down to take a nap the bell on the door rang, signifying that someone had entered. Looking up he was slightly surprised to see some man enter with tattered clothes, over grown hair and searching eyes filled with panic. When he looked over to JT, though, his expression changed and his eyes softened.
"Can I help you?" JT asked cautiously.
For a second the man just stared at him, then smiled. "Yes, I'm looking for a small bouquet of flowers for a group of friends that are close to me."
"Oh, I can help!"
Jumping up, the teen started to gather up a few flowers and began his work immediately. As he grinned happily the man just stood behind him, his green cloak rubbing against him time to time. When he was finished JT handed the arrangement to the man in a paper holder.
"You folded it wrong."
"What?"
"Here." Taking the bundle the man proceeded to undo the messy wrapping job then re-wrap it in the proper style. When he was finished JT looked at him with interest.
"How'd you do that? Are you a florist?"
The man shifted, the caution returning to his eyes. "I...I used to be. Not anymore though. Here, this is the money."
Taking the offered payment JT picked the flowers up and handed them to the customer, who oddly declined.
"Give them to your guardians, tell them that the bomb was a dud and that the water in the bay is clean again. ...Goodbye."
JT sat there for a moment, rethinking what he had just heard. Bomb was a dud and the bay water was clean?
"What the hell does that mean?"
Before he could open his mouth and ask, though, he noticed the man had left. Cursing he crossed his arms on his chest. When he shifted his pouting eyes downward he saw something that the man had left behind.
"A cross?"
Picking the small silver item up he realized it was attached to a chain. Smiling he gently arranged it around his neck, then admired it. As he was considering trying to run after the man and give it back to him Ken reappeared, carrying three potted plants.
"Did I hear you talking to someone, JT? Did we have a customer?"
"Uh, yeah. Here."
Without a thought the teen threw the bouquet of flowers at his uncle. Ken screeched, grabbing the bushel and dropping the three pots. He cringed when he heard the sound of breaking pottery.
"Not again" He mumbled. "JT, why did you do that? And what are these for? Didn't the customer buy them?"
"Yea, he did, but he said he bought them for you guys. Oh and he had a message. Something like...The bomb was a dud and the bay water is clean. Whatever that means."
Ken suddenly dropped the flowers. Before he could get a word out the man whizzed past his ear, leaving JT alone and curious. Following him he saw his uncle searching the streets, yelling at the top of his lungs. Opening the door to step out, he was stopped when Youji and Aya steppe din.
"What's with him?" Youji asked.
"Uhm, he got weirded out because some guy came her and bought you flowers and left you a message."
"Message? What message?" Aya asked, coldly as usual.
"Uhm, the bomb was a dud and the bay is clean. Does that mean something special?"
He didn't get a straight answer, but what he did get was the same reaction, the running out of the shop and into the streets screaming. Even cool Aya looked to be in an alarm.
"Has the whole world gone nuts?!" he screamed, walking away towards his bedroom.
Walking up the steps he heard a familiar German accent in his head.
"Come Kitten, its time to play."
Ignoring it he kept on walking, pretending that nothing weird was happening. Today was just like any other day, it was ordinary.
"Kitten, don't ignore me. We're going to play."
He stopped.
"Where are we playing?" He responded mentally.
"Good, just wait for me tonight, leave your window open, we'll come and get you when the sun goes down."
Hesitantly he answered. "Alright."
~TBC
To the rest of the world who doesn't know better, Omi is dead. Don't worry, its just their imaginations.
Oh, its nap time...Any ways, more Schwartz to come and Omi! Hmm, JT doesn't seem too smart does he? Oh well, curiosity killed the cat, as they say, but satisfaction brought it back! No worries! Next you'll see what JT's power is! Leave me a review please!
A/N: I should be doing schoolwork but...Nope! Well, yes, that was Omi, but don't worry, he'll pan out. And sorry I can't really fit all of the characters in all the time. And JT's power will be reveled soon!
Chapter 4: A cross with flowers
"Kittens and flowers, Kittens and flowers."
Ken looked up from the paper he was reading. JT was staring up at the ceiling, reciting that line to himself again. He shook his head and put the paper down on his lap. He looked again when the boy had stopped.
"Hi Uncle Ken."
"Hello, JT. What were you saying to yourself just now?"
JT looked confused. "I didn't say anything."
"What?" Ken said aloud. Then he thought. "Well, he is still on a good amount of painkillers, he's probably a bit messed up right now."
Smiling at the boy he got up and went to the door. "I'll go get Aya, it's his shift any ways."
Nodding slightly the teen went back to the fascinating crack in the ceiling. Then suddenly he felt the urge to start talking again.
"Kittens and flowers, kittens and flowers."
"What?"
Turning dull aqua eyes to the door JT could see Youji standing there, looking at him with interest. The man came in completely and sat down in the chair by the bed. He asked again of the boy.
At first he was silent, then he frowned. "I don't know. Kittens and flowers. Do you like kittens ands flowers, uncle Youji?"
There was a pause.
"There is no way Schwartz would tell them about Weiss but...there's no doubt that 'kittens and flowers' mean us."
"Uncle Youji?"
The blonde looked up. "Its nothing." He smiled. "But where did you hear this 'kittens and flowers' thing? Did you make it up?"
JT frowned. "No, I heard a man say it."
"A man?" Youji asked, incredulously.
"Yes, the man with the sad eyes."
"Sad eyes?"
Knowing all too well that the kid was drugged Youji refused to believe what he said, but he still wanted to know. He waited for JT to describe the person more.
"What did he look like?"
"He has sad eyes. Sad blue eyes. His face is dirty, but he's still happy, I don't know why, and his hair is the color of gold. He was saying 'kittens and flowers' so I started to say it too."
Youji stumbled out of the chair. Jumping up he grabbed the child firmly and demanded,
"Where did you see this man?!"
JT looked scared. "I-I don't remember!"
"You do too remember, now tell me!"
"I dreamt it!" The teen shouted, struggling against his protector. "Uncle Ken! Aya! Help!"
Just before Youji could give the boy another hard shake the door opened and the two other guardians entered. He immediately let go of JT, who scrambled away to hide in a corner of his bed.
"What happed?" Aya asked coldly.
Youji cringed, thinking of how to explain this. "He was saying something about kittens and flowers, and then he told me who had said it to him. He said the guy had blue eyes and gold hair, know anybody like that?"
Aya narrowed his violet eyes. Yes, he knew someone that had those features, except that person was dead.* frowning he turned away.
"Aya! Youji almost put him in shock! Look at him! I told you, you should have taken this shift, but no, you had to give it to Youji!"
"Shut up." The redhead warned.
"What?"
"I said shut up!"
Ken swallowed the words in his mouth when Aya turned to glare at him. Turning away he went back to busying himself with JT.
"Ken, you're such a mother hen." Youji teased. "You can take care of him then, we'll...go call the pizza guys."
"The pizza guys?" Ken looked Confused. When Youji rolled his eyes at him he knew instantly what they meant. "Oh! The Pizza guys! You do that. I'll get JT back into bed so he'll be better tomorrow."
"You do that."
And with that Aya left, Youji trailing behind him.
"Yes, you call Kritiker, see what they have to say after 13 years."
With a disgruntled look the ex-soccer player went back to tucking the boy in. JT reluctantly did as he was instructed to do and pulled the blankets over him.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm fine Uncle Ken."
Ken frowned, sitting down. "Don't worry about Youji, he just gets excited sometimes, that's all."
"I know, good night Uncle Ken."
"Good night."
"I know what you said Manx but Omi is still alive!"
Youji stood in front of the red head kritiker agent, looking rather disagreeable. Manx shook her head and frowned.
"Youji, if Omi was still alive don't you think he would come back to see his son? Or at least tell you so he wouldn't worry you?"
The blond bit his toung, she did have a point there. But then Aya spoke.
"Not if he was being hunted. If there was someone after him, threatening him, he wouldn't come back, not if it meant exposing his kid to danger."
"Yes! Exactly!"
Manx frowned. "I didn't want to tell you this." She began, drawing their attention. "Three years ago we found Omi's body, mutilated and rotting. There is no way he could be back, not ever. Please just forget the sadness you suffered through and move on, you have a teenaged boy you have to take care of. Omi left him in your care because he believed in you, you must do your best to uphold his wishes, or don't you want to let his soul rest without worry?"
"I'll do anything for him."
The gathered three looked up the stairs to see Ken, tears running down his face. He quickly made his way down and looked to Manx.
"Why didn't you tell us you had found him? Why didn't you tell us our comrade was dead?"
The pretty woman shook her head slowly. "You had a responsibility, you still do. If you knew that the one person you all miss most in the world were truly dead you would be heart broken and would start to act strange, your judgement would become clouded. The boy cannot know anything of Weiss, or of his father or even of himself, keep your mind clear."
The silence that filled the room was almost unbearable. Taking it as a sign the kritiker agent went up the stairs and left, leaving only the three men with their thoughts.
After a week of regular drug injections and painkillers JT was finally back on his feet again. Aya and Youji were both out, one on a date the other on business. Ken was somewhere in the back room, fixing up a special order of flowers, where as he was simply sitting at the table, waiting for work. He couldn't go anywhere, not even to school. His work was sent to him and he did it every night with the three older men to make sure he did it right.
Sighing he began to kick his feet against the table. Just as he had lain his head down to take a nap the bell on the door rang, signifying that someone had entered. Looking up he was slightly surprised to see some man enter with tattered clothes, over grown hair and searching eyes filled with panic. When he looked over to JT, though, his expression changed and his eyes softened.
"Can I help you?" JT asked cautiously.
For a second the man just stared at him, then smiled. "Yes, I'm looking for a small bouquet of flowers for a group of friends that are close to me."
"Oh, I can help!"
Jumping up, the teen started to gather up a few flowers and began his work immediately. As he grinned happily the man just stood behind him, his green cloak rubbing against him time to time. When he was finished JT handed the arrangement to the man in a paper holder.
"You folded it wrong."
"What?"
"Here." Taking the bundle the man proceeded to undo the messy wrapping job then re-wrap it in the proper style. When he was finished JT looked at him with interest.
"How'd you do that? Are you a florist?"
The man shifted, the caution returning to his eyes. "I...I used to be. Not anymore though. Here, this is the money."
Taking the offered payment JT picked the flowers up and handed them to the customer, who oddly declined.
"Give them to your guardians, tell them that the bomb was a dud and that the water in the bay is clean again. ...Goodbye."
JT sat there for a moment, rethinking what he had just heard. Bomb was a dud and the bay water was clean?
"What the hell does that mean?"
Before he could open his mouth and ask, though, he noticed the man had left. Cursing he crossed his arms on his chest. When he shifted his pouting eyes downward he saw something that the man had left behind.
"A cross?"
Picking the small silver item up he realized it was attached to a chain. Smiling he gently arranged it around his neck, then admired it. As he was considering trying to run after the man and give it back to him Ken reappeared, carrying three potted plants.
"Did I hear you talking to someone, JT? Did we have a customer?"
"Uh, yeah. Here."
Without a thought the teen threw the bouquet of flowers at his uncle. Ken screeched, grabbing the bushel and dropping the three pots. He cringed when he heard the sound of breaking pottery.
"Not again" He mumbled. "JT, why did you do that? And what are these for? Didn't the customer buy them?"
"Yea, he did, but he said he bought them for you guys. Oh and he had a message. Something like...The bomb was a dud and the bay water is clean. Whatever that means."
Ken suddenly dropped the flowers. Before he could get a word out the man whizzed past his ear, leaving JT alone and curious. Following him he saw his uncle searching the streets, yelling at the top of his lungs. Opening the door to step out, he was stopped when Youji and Aya steppe din.
"What's with him?" Youji asked.
"Uhm, he got weirded out because some guy came her and bought you flowers and left you a message."
"Message? What message?" Aya asked, coldly as usual.
"Uhm, the bomb was a dud and the bay is clean. Does that mean something special?"
He didn't get a straight answer, but what he did get was the same reaction, the running out of the shop and into the streets screaming. Even cool Aya looked to be in an alarm.
"Has the whole world gone nuts?!" he screamed, walking away towards his bedroom.
Walking up the steps he heard a familiar German accent in his head.
"Come Kitten, its time to play."
Ignoring it he kept on walking, pretending that nothing weird was happening. Today was just like any other day, it was ordinary.
"Kitten, don't ignore me. We're going to play."
He stopped.
"Where are we playing?" He responded mentally.
"Good, just wait for me tonight, leave your window open, we'll come and get you when the sun goes down."
Hesitantly he answered. "Alright."
~TBC
To the rest of the world who doesn't know better, Omi is dead. Don't worry, its just their imaginations.
Oh, its nap time...Any ways, more Schwartz to come and Omi! Hmm, JT doesn't seem too smart does he? Oh well, curiosity killed the cat, as they say, but satisfaction brought it back! No worries! Next you'll see what JT's power is! Leave me a review please!