Orphan
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: If I owned Weiss Kreuz and Sailor Moon, why would I be writing fan fiction? USE COMMON SENSE!!!
Aya glared and pointed toward the shop. "WORK… NOW."
"Heh heh…" Yohji scratched the back of his head and sweat-dropped. He followed Aya back to Ye Olde Shoppe, hoping that the girls would go whatever it is they did after school. Besides follow him, that is.
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The next day…
Omi was standing behind the counter at the empty shop. It was the weekend and most of the girls that were usually at the store were running around at the mall. Aya had chased them off earlier after they knocked over an arrangement he had been working on for about thirty minutes. He looked up as he heard the bell above the door ring merrily. A girl with silver hair, cut short like a boy's, walked in.
"Welcome to Koneko no Sumu Ie!" Omi said, smiling at the odd looking girl. She was wearing a heavy black cloak with the hood down. He was thinking ~Who WEARS that sort of thing in seventy degree weather? Wait, who wears that in any type of weather? ~ He kept smiling at her anyway, not wishing to offend a customer. Perhaps she was in a play? That would explain the clothes….
She was looking around nervously, her eyes darting left and right. Omi thought she looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Is Kudou Yohji here?" she asked, leaning forward and trying to keep her voice low.
"No, I'm sorry, you just missed him." He said. Omi had just decided that she was just one of Yohji's extremely eccentric girlfriends.
She gave a sigh of relief and stood up straight. If the playboy wasn't there then she was still okay. She silently resolved to make a run for it if he arrived. She wasn't quite sure where 'it' was, but she intended to get there as quickly as she could.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Omi asked, looking at her even more curiously.
"Yes. I would like seventeen red roses."
"Seventeen? Don't you mean two dozen?"
"That's what I want." She said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"If you'll wait a minute, I'll go get them."
Omi headed toward the back room. It would have been SOOO much easier if she had asked for two dozen…
She waited patiently in front of the counter, silently hoping that the kid would forget to tell 'Yohji' that she came. She would have gone somewhere else, but this was the only flower shop in town that she knew of. Usagi wasn't about to run around town just to find a flower shop not containing a pervert.
"Here they are." Omi said, returning to the front. "Sorry for making you wait."
She looked at him, and said to herself, 'NO ONE should be that happy on a Saturday morning. It's not humane for the rest of us. Come ONNN kid, act depressed!!! Join the rest of the world; they feel bad, so should you!'
Usagi paid for the flowers, and left. She walked toward her home, and the adjoining cemetery. When she arrived there, she walked over to seventeen graves; they were all together in a row.
The first one read, "Chibi-Usa Chiba." She placed a rose in front of the smallest grave stone.
The next one was Mamoru's. She put a rose there, as well.
The next four in line were the Inners, the Outer's graves following theirs. The last four in the line were the three Starlights, and their princess, Kakyuu. Her parents and younger brother were the last ones in the row.
She looked at the headstones with sad eyes. Usagi never cried anymore, what was the point? It wouldn't bring them back, and it wouldn't help her situation.
Usagi turned and left the graveyard, just as the chilling summer rain began to fall.
'It's like the sky is crying…' Usagi thought to herself, passing the black iron gate and pulling the hood of her cloak up over her head.
A/N- Does anyone think that this version is any better than my first try? Just to let you know, I won't be adding anything new until I finish fixing the rest of it.