Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss! For the last time!
A/N: Okay, well, this is the last chapter to this fic(hint, hint). So, lemme see, thanks to all of you, who have reviewed, I loved all of them, and thanks for the enthusiasm. I hope, for those of you who followed it through, had a great read and if you want you can drop me suggestions for another fic if you want. Well, until we meet again!
Epilogue: Forever.
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A month past and finally the cold weather subsided a bit and left them with a warm utopia. The flowers were blooming wildly and the shop was popular as ever, especially with four new workers.
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"Thank you! Enjoy them!"
Ken happily rung up a customer and waved goodbye to her. When he was done he returned to the floor and started to organize a bit while the flow was light. As he was sweeping up a little dirt Nagi came over to him and nudged him. Looking up he saw Omi, kneeling down and talking to his son, who was sitting in a corner, playing with a dying flower and hugging his stuffed animal close.
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"My baby."
Omi gently pet his son's head, making sure he didn't make a big mess. JT looked up to him with large aqua eyes and smiled.
"Hi, daddy! Wanna play too?"
Smiling weakly he shook his head and stood. He went back to the nearby table to start another flower arrangement. The boy watched him with his eyes, then started to pluck the flower of its petals. When Ken came by he lunged at his feet and tugged on his apron.
"Uncle Ken!"
He smiled down. "What is it, JT?"
"Here! Scratch and sniff!"
JT handed his uncle a bare flower stem. Ken looked at it funnily, then took it, sniffing its remains. He couldn't really smell anything but decided not to disappoint the boy.
"It smells good, JT. Do you want me to get you some paper so you can color?"
"Yes!" The blonde youth yelled, scaring a few customers.
"Okay, okay, calm down, I'll be right back."
Ken left quickly to get some paper and crayons as Omi went back to the boy to pick the lost petals up. JT suddenly grabbed his wrist hard, making him look at him worriedly.
His expression was blank. "...What did you do to me?"
For a moment the blonde just stared, unbelieving. When Ken returned he saw the two staring at each other. His presence upset the atmosphere and JT turned his head quickly and smiled widely.
"Yay! Crayons!"
When the boy was properly settled and well on his way into coloring the father pulled his friend over to the side. Ken looked at him curiously as he stared at the chirping boy.
"What is it, Omi?"
"He talked."
Ken laughed. "Of course he talked, he didn't get an impediment, his mind is just...a little lost, that's all."
Omi turned to him suddenly with a serious expression. "No, he talked like he used to. He wasn't acting like a kid; he talked like he remembered what had happened. He said 'what did you do?'."
Ken glanced back to the boy, who was currently being prevented from drawing on the walls by an upset Youji. He smiled lopsidedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! He's starting to come back."
"I hope so, but the doctors said they weren't sure, didn't they? He may not come back, he may be like that forever."
"Well, he's my son, and I won't give up hope. Let's pray he comes back."
The soccer player nodded his head. "Yeah, maybe Aya will come back with him."
Both looked over to the red head that was watering the flowers. He was looking down coldly, frowning. Ever since that night, and the next day, when JT had awoken, not as himself, the man had been acting as he had before.
Something very wrong had happened that night. They were all more than happy that the boy hadn't died but...was it really worth it? The boy was lost; he had the body of a 14-year-old and the mind of a five-year-old. It was hard on all of them, but some how Aya responded the most.
"Its because JT released his happiness."
Schuldig came over to stand with them both. They had decided that their fighting each other was a waste of time and joined forces after their previous combination. The four dropped by the flower shop every now and then and helped, but mostly they focused on society's problems.
"I don't care how hopeless it is, I won't ever give up on him. I'll take care of him; forever."
Ken and Schuldig looked to the blonde as he walked back to his son to try to get him to stop crying at Youji. The German frowned, neither he or Nagi had been able to help that night, the boy's mind was shot. Had they not been friends from then on he would have told them all that hope was more than fruitless, if the boy ever did come back to a normal state of mind than it would be the biggest miracle in their time.
"Come on, let's get back to work."
The brown hair assassin led the red head onto the floor and asked him to help him move a display. Aya glanced at them and tried to smile, but couldn't, he just couldn't anymore. Nagi watched the register as they all worked.
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JT was in the storage room, play with random things. He stood on his tiptoes to reach up and pull down an old radio. Sitting on the dirty ground he switched it on and started turning the knob. Voices and static frequently passed through his ears, then something caught his attention.
"Mamoru..."
He paused. He knew he had heard that name before. Instead of flicking it again, like he normally would have, he stopped and listened. The voice was repeating that name over and over again, louder and louder. Finally it registered to him.
His pupils dilated quickly. "Mamoru...daddy...kill..."
Standing up the radio fell from his lap and smashed on the floor. Walking slowly and jerkily towards the door he could still hear the voice, in his head now. When he paused the normal noise from the world was fuzzy and near silent. Then he heard someone.
"JT! It's time to go upstairs! Come out of there!"
Smirking he nodded slowly. "Yes...daddy. Lets go."
~The End
Hehe, is it really the end? Hm, lemme think. Gehehe, any ways, it's the end of this story. JT lived, but didn't come out exactly all right. It was either that or kill him, the only two options, and I guess you wanted him to live. Well, my friends did so oh well. Hey, could anyone tell me? I've heard that in the anime, before America watered it down, Youji and Omi are actually a couple, or hinted at, at least. I was just wondering if it's true, and he gave Omi the nick name sweetheart or something? I dunno, I just heard it. I'm kind of a Youji/Omi fan, but I can handle anything. Well, hope you enjoyed! Till next time!
~Firecat
A/N: Okay, well, this is the last chapter to this fic(hint, hint). So, lemme see, thanks to all of you, who have reviewed, I loved all of them, and thanks for the enthusiasm. I hope, for those of you who followed it through, had a great read and if you want you can drop me suggestions for another fic if you want. Well, until we meet again!
Epilogue: Forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A month past and finally the cold weather subsided a bit and left them with a warm utopia. The flowers were blooming wildly and the shop was popular as ever, especially with four new workers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you! Enjoy them!"
Ken happily rung up a customer and waved goodbye to her. When he was done he returned to the floor and started to organize a bit while the flow was light. As he was sweeping up a little dirt Nagi came over to him and nudged him. Looking up he saw Omi, kneeling down and talking to his son, who was sitting in a corner, playing with a dying flower and hugging his stuffed animal close.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
"My baby."
Omi gently pet his son's head, making sure he didn't make a big mess. JT looked up to him with large aqua eyes and smiled.
"Hi, daddy! Wanna play too?"
Smiling weakly he shook his head and stood. He went back to the nearby table to start another flower arrangement. The boy watched him with his eyes, then started to pluck the flower of its petals. When Ken came by he lunged at his feet and tugged on his apron.
"Uncle Ken!"
He smiled down. "What is it, JT?"
"Here! Scratch and sniff!"
JT handed his uncle a bare flower stem. Ken looked at it funnily, then took it, sniffing its remains. He couldn't really smell anything but decided not to disappoint the boy.
"It smells good, JT. Do you want me to get you some paper so you can color?"
"Yes!" The blonde youth yelled, scaring a few customers.
"Okay, okay, calm down, I'll be right back."
Ken left quickly to get some paper and crayons as Omi went back to the boy to pick the lost petals up. JT suddenly grabbed his wrist hard, making him look at him worriedly.
His expression was blank. "...What did you do to me?"
For a moment the blonde just stared, unbelieving. When Ken returned he saw the two staring at each other. His presence upset the atmosphere and JT turned his head quickly and smiled widely.
"Yay! Crayons!"
When the boy was properly settled and well on his way into coloring the father pulled his friend over to the side. Ken looked at him curiously as he stared at the chirping boy.
"What is it, Omi?"
"He talked."
Ken laughed. "Of course he talked, he didn't get an impediment, his mind is just...a little lost, that's all."
Omi turned to him suddenly with a serious expression. "No, he talked like he used to. He wasn't acting like a kid; he talked like he remembered what had happened. He said 'what did you do?'."
Ken glanced back to the boy, who was currently being prevented from drawing on the walls by an upset Youji. He smiled lopsidedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! He's starting to come back."
"I hope so, but the doctors said they weren't sure, didn't they? He may not come back, he may be like that forever."
"Well, he's my son, and I won't give up hope. Let's pray he comes back."
The soccer player nodded his head. "Yeah, maybe Aya will come back with him."
Both looked over to the red head that was watering the flowers. He was looking down coldly, frowning. Ever since that night, and the next day, when JT had awoken, not as himself, the man had been acting as he had before.
Something very wrong had happened that night. They were all more than happy that the boy hadn't died but...was it really worth it? The boy was lost; he had the body of a 14-year-old and the mind of a five-year-old. It was hard on all of them, but some how Aya responded the most.
"Its because JT released his happiness."
Schuldig came over to stand with them both. They had decided that their fighting each other was a waste of time and joined forces after their previous combination. The four dropped by the flower shop every now and then and helped, but mostly they focused on society's problems.
"I don't care how hopeless it is, I won't ever give up on him. I'll take care of him; forever."
Ken and Schuldig looked to the blonde as he walked back to his son to try to get him to stop crying at Youji. The German frowned, neither he or Nagi had been able to help that night, the boy's mind was shot. Had they not been friends from then on he would have told them all that hope was more than fruitless, if the boy ever did come back to a normal state of mind than it would be the biggest miracle in their time.
"Come on, let's get back to work."
The brown hair assassin led the red head onto the floor and asked him to help him move a display. Aya glanced at them and tried to smile, but couldn't, he just couldn't anymore. Nagi watched the register as they all worked.
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JT was in the storage room, play with random things. He stood on his tiptoes to reach up and pull down an old radio. Sitting on the dirty ground he switched it on and started turning the knob. Voices and static frequently passed through his ears, then something caught his attention.
"Mamoru..."
He paused. He knew he had heard that name before. Instead of flicking it again, like he normally would have, he stopped and listened. The voice was repeating that name over and over again, louder and louder. Finally it registered to him.
His pupils dilated quickly. "Mamoru...daddy...kill..."
Standing up the radio fell from his lap and smashed on the floor. Walking slowly and jerkily towards the door he could still hear the voice, in his head now. When he paused the normal noise from the world was fuzzy and near silent. Then he heard someone.
"JT! It's time to go upstairs! Come out of there!"
Smirking he nodded slowly. "Yes...daddy. Lets go."
~The End
Hehe, is it really the end? Hm, lemme think. Gehehe, any ways, it's the end of this story. JT lived, but didn't come out exactly all right. It was either that or kill him, the only two options, and I guess you wanted him to live. Well, my friends did so oh well. Hey, could anyone tell me? I've heard that in the anime, before America watered it down, Youji and Omi are actually a couple, or hinted at, at least. I was just wondering if it's true, and he gave Omi the nick name sweetheart or something? I dunno, I just heard it. I'm kind of a Youji/Omi fan, but I can handle anything. Well, hope you enjoyed! Till next time!
~Firecat