This fic is all Naz and Spade it's their late X-Mas gift *blushes*
I'm a bit late on finishing up on the ideas I had for
everyone...gomen!!!!
Title: From the Florists with Love
Author: Opal
Pairings: A small 1+2, nothing serious yet! Others to come as I go!
Type: A Gundam Wing, Weiss Kruze crossover
Warnings: Nothing as of yet, I'll post them when they get here.er small amount of language.
Disclaimers: I make no money, and I never will. These are my ideas and not that of the original creators whom I love. I do not own GW or WK. Please be kind to the poor fic writer and don't sue!
Notes: Echo refuses to listen to Duo, Duo refuses to listen to Echo, and my brain is frazzled by it all. So this is a break from DK. This will contain spoilers for Weiss Kruze!!!!!!! Unfortunately for me this is yet another chapter fic *cries* I continue to torment myself! Anyway enjoy! *Goes back to the bickering muses*
From the Florists with Love
Aya sighed heavily as he made his way through the mob of girls, while balancing an African violet above his head. At the front of the shop Ken tried unsuccessfully to water several delicate plants. Omi meanwhile, was trying to repot a plant that had been knocked over by several of his gushing fan club of girls. Yoji soon found himself cornered by the swarming teens, not that he was complaining. The hour was almost at hand; Aya chanced a quick glance at the clock on the wall. There was less than a minute left, soon the craziness would end, and he would be able to breathe. Closing his violet eyes, he counted calmly to himself. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
"Eeeck! I'm gonna be late again." One voice squealed, followed by other cries of astonishment and shock. Opening his eyes, Aya caught the last of the girls scrambling out the door. "It's finally over!" Aya said as he placed the violet gently on the counter top. "Almost, we still have the lunch hour rush to go through." Ken remarked, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Than it begins all over again, and than we're finished." He added.
"Aww they're not that bad! It's actually quite flattering." Yoji commented with a small smirk, and walked over to his friends.
"Easy for you to say. They're less reluctant to swarm and crowd you because you're older." Omi replied shaking his head.
"Ouch Omi, you're killin me over here." Yoji grabbed at his chest and rolled his eyes in the back of his head.
"Come on we better hurry up. Twelve isn't too far away." Aya stated, the others nodded solemnly taking his lead.
Elsewhere..
"Where are you going?" A nasal voice stopped the black clad figure from leaving.
"Yes where indeed." Another voice cut in. Turning around grief stricken eyes bore into cobalt and onyx eyes. "You both know that he's in there because of me. I can't stand to see him like that, in that all white room. It feels like death, and that's the last thing I want it to feel like." The teen turned back around to head out again. "That still doesn't explain where you are going though." This time a softer voice stopped him. He didn't need to turn around to know who spoke to him.
"I know how much he like flowers and nature. I figured I could go down to that little flower shop we passed by when we first got here." He couldn't bear to look at any of them. Especially not when he could feel the hot tears welling up in his deep indigo eyes. "We'll come with you than." A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder. He was thankful for his friends and their support. Heero and Trowa had been so forgiving to him, even when he messed up everything. Heero's hand never left his shoulder, and Trowa placed his hand on the opposite one. He knew there was no way to persuade them from not joining him, and personally he felt it better that they did go along. Even if it was to escape the tragic hospital scene. The little trip would do them all a little bit of good, as would the fresh air.
The shop bell rung four times, Omi glanced at his wristwatch and saw that there was still a good five minutes left before the lunch hour rush began.
"You have to be joking me! I mean it's at least 5 minutes before we hit the chaos." Omi said in discouraged voice. But than turned his attention to the last few seconds of the video feed. "Hunters of darkness, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." The video died out and darkness reined the room.
"So who's in?" The low, smooth voice of Manx asked from beside the television, while she eyed each assassin. From the far left corner of the room, one tall, muscular frame stepped forth. "I am." Aya's face was still concealed in the blanket of blackness. "As am I." The small form of Omi appeared next to Aya. "Same here." Ken spoke from his spot on the bottom of the stairwell, getting up he joined the other three. Soon all eyes were focused on the tallest form slumped lazily on the couch. "Hey, guess one mission without the need to save a woman is okay, Count me in." Yoji grinned. "It's about time you started to think about people and not just women!" Omi muttered. "But we have no pictures of these terrorists?" Ken asked. Waves of brilliant red hair fluttered around Manx's shoulders, and soft face. "We have nothing. These guys are good, but be on your guard." She called over her shoulder, and left the four florists alone. Ken looked at the other three. "Come on breaks over. I think I heard someone coming in." The others nodded and began to head upstairs. As they neared the top, they heard squeals of girlish glee, and an assortment of "oo's" and "ahh's". Ken looked back to make sure all three were behind him. Sure enough all three were there, and with confused looks to match his own. "What is it?" Aya asked. "I don't know? It's the lunch hour, the owner is the only one up there, and yet I hear their swooning." Ken said in a disturbed voice. "Oooo he's so cute!" One girl purred. Ken cracked the door open and surveyed the scene. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and felt sorry for the ones being attacked. "Are you new here?" Another latched onto one of the boys' arms. "Ack! Let go.Heero help me." The one in all black groaned while he tried to shake off the clinging girl. But he was having problems of his own. Another had slid into a tight space that no girl could follow, and backed all the way up against a wall. "Why are they so aggressive?" He asked a raven-haired teen with eyes to match. "I don't know, ask Yuy! Back off I have no time for weaklings or women." The tone in his voice could freeze anything, and he slowly pushed his way past the boy-crazed mob. He saw that his friend in all black, or rather wearing the clothes of a priest, with a meter long braid, was in great distress; slowly he made his way over to him to fend off the grabbing hands. The one sporting the green tank top and spandex took his lead, only his intense cobalt blue eyes radiated off a deadly glare and that was the only thing he needed to part the sea of slobbering females, also taking a place beside the one wearing the priest garb. Ken watched intently as the one in the skin-tight pants, emerald green turtleneck, with one visible eye to match; the other eye was hidden behind bangs that looked like they could be used as a weapon. It looked as though he was looking around for an escape, but his eyes were searching the air above him, and not around him. When the braided one let out a yelp due to one of the girls yanking on his braid, that's when the one with the turtleneck made his move. He flipped onto a low hanging bar, and landed perfectly on it, and walked over to his friends without loosing his balance once, and dropped to the floor behind the one with the braid. The hidden assassins watched as he pealed a young girl's hand from the thick chestnut braid. Ken's face stared in disbelief. Silence was thick in the air, after a stunt like that. Ken decided it was time to greet their guests, and find out what was really going on. As the florists came out, the four newcomers pressed their backs firmly against the counter, surely waiting for the horde of girls to devour them all. "Ladies can I help you with anything" A smooth voice called out. "It's Yoji!" One girl squealed. "Yes! And there is Ken, and Omi, and Aya!" Another cried out "They're all here." She said closing her eyes to keep the image longer in her mind. "So.who are these four hotties?" One asked dumbfounded. "Yes, who are you?" Aya asked as he made his way around from behind the counter. There in front of him were the most exotic looking teens he had ever seen. On the far left was a dangerous, cobalt-eyed, dark umber hair that was beyond unruly, with clothing that left nothing to the imagination. Beside him was a taller male, deep indigo eyes, long chestnut hair pleated in a glorious braid, with a cross around his neck, and wearing clothes of a priest. The third was the tallest, and by far the most interesting. He wore tight gray jeans, and a deep green turtleneck, a spill of honey brown hair concealed one eye, and the one that was visible was soft and gentle looking. The last was as equally dangerous looking as the first. His jet black eyes looked coldly at the girls and challengingly at him. A tight ponytail held his slick hair in place, and he wore the garments of a warrior, although he hardly looked it. Finally one spoke. "My name is Duo, we come in peace! We're just here to buy flowers for a friend." His Japanese was flawless, but Aya could hear the American in his voice. "Hn, you're American?" Aya half stated half asked. Duo's grin got bigger. "Hey that's pretty good, can you guess what number I'm thinking?" His indigo eyes danced with a peculiar joy, and Aya looked at him as if he were from another planet. "Maxwell, don't cause trouble!" The teen with the scalp-ripping ponytail growled. Aya glanced back at Duo, his eyes, turned to the floor and a sheepish smile splayed across his lips. "Sorry Wu-man." This time he spoke in a more serious tone. Aya noted to himself that the one with the ponytail was Chinese. "What kind of flowers do you need? Omi asked taking his place beside him. "Roses.he likes roses." The one with unusual bangs spoke up; his voice was soft but it had silenced everyone in the room, it wasn't the scared silence, but more of the awed silence. "Oooo, he is the one! He walked on that bar without slipping off it. It was like he was walking on solid ground." One girl whispered to her friend. "Yes, that was quite interesting." Ken stated taking his place next to Omi. "Where did you learn that?" His midnight blue eyes focusing hard on the quiet one. "Family secret." The green-eyed teen answered in a simple voice. "Look we just need flowers. That's it." Duo said softly. "Nothing more, this is all we're asking. Do we really need to try and throw together our own flower arrangement from Wal-Mart?" Duo's voice was becoming annoyed.
TBC
I'm a bit late on finishing up on the ideas I had for
everyone...gomen!!!!
Title: From the Florists with Love
Author: Opal
Pairings: A small 1+2, nothing serious yet! Others to come as I go!
Type: A Gundam Wing, Weiss Kruze crossover
Warnings: Nothing as of yet, I'll post them when they get here.er small amount of language.
Disclaimers: I make no money, and I never will. These are my ideas and not that of the original creators whom I love. I do not own GW or WK. Please be kind to the poor fic writer and don't sue!
Notes: Echo refuses to listen to Duo, Duo refuses to listen to Echo, and my brain is frazzled by it all. So this is a break from DK. This will contain spoilers for Weiss Kruze!!!!!!! Unfortunately for me this is yet another chapter fic *cries* I continue to torment myself! Anyway enjoy! *Goes back to the bickering muses*
From the Florists with Love
Aya sighed heavily as he made his way through the mob of girls, while balancing an African violet above his head. At the front of the shop Ken tried unsuccessfully to water several delicate plants. Omi meanwhile, was trying to repot a plant that had been knocked over by several of his gushing fan club of girls. Yoji soon found himself cornered by the swarming teens, not that he was complaining. The hour was almost at hand; Aya chanced a quick glance at the clock on the wall. There was less than a minute left, soon the craziness would end, and he would be able to breathe. Closing his violet eyes, he counted calmly to himself. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
"Eeeck! I'm gonna be late again." One voice squealed, followed by other cries of astonishment and shock. Opening his eyes, Aya caught the last of the girls scrambling out the door. "It's finally over!" Aya said as he placed the violet gently on the counter top. "Almost, we still have the lunch hour rush to go through." Ken remarked, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Than it begins all over again, and than we're finished." He added.
"Aww they're not that bad! It's actually quite flattering." Yoji commented with a small smirk, and walked over to his friends.
"Easy for you to say. They're less reluctant to swarm and crowd you because you're older." Omi replied shaking his head.
"Ouch Omi, you're killin me over here." Yoji grabbed at his chest and rolled his eyes in the back of his head.
"Come on we better hurry up. Twelve isn't too far away." Aya stated, the others nodded solemnly taking his lead.
Elsewhere..
"Where are you going?" A nasal voice stopped the black clad figure from leaving.
"Yes where indeed." Another voice cut in. Turning around grief stricken eyes bore into cobalt and onyx eyes. "You both know that he's in there because of me. I can't stand to see him like that, in that all white room. It feels like death, and that's the last thing I want it to feel like." The teen turned back around to head out again. "That still doesn't explain where you are going though." This time a softer voice stopped him. He didn't need to turn around to know who spoke to him.
"I know how much he like flowers and nature. I figured I could go down to that little flower shop we passed by when we first got here." He couldn't bear to look at any of them. Especially not when he could feel the hot tears welling up in his deep indigo eyes. "We'll come with you than." A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder. He was thankful for his friends and their support. Heero and Trowa had been so forgiving to him, even when he messed up everything. Heero's hand never left his shoulder, and Trowa placed his hand on the opposite one. He knew there was no way to persuade them from not joining him, and personally he felt it better that they did go along. Even if it was to escape the tragic hospital scene. The little trip would do them all a little bit of good, as would the fresh air.
The shop bell rung four times, Omi glanced at his wristwatch and saw that there was still a good five minutes left before the lunch hour rush began.
"You have to be joking me! I mean it's at least 5 minutes before we hit the chaos." Omi said in discouraged voice. But than turned his attention to the last few seconds of the video feed. "Hunters of darkness, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." The video died out and darkness reined the room.
"So who's in?" The low, smooth voice of Manx asked from beside the television, while she eyed each assassin. From the far left corner of the room, one tall, muscular frame stepped forth. "I am." Aya's face was still concealed in the blanket of blackness. "As am I." The small form of Omi appeared next to Aya. "Same here." Ken spoke from his spot on the bottom of the stairwell, getting up he joined the other three. Soon all eyes were focused on the tallest form slumped lazily on the couch. "Hey, guess one mission without the need to save a woman is okay, Count me in." Yoji grinned. "It's about time you started to think about people and not just women!" Omi muttered. "But we have no pictures of these terrorists?" Ken asked. Waves of brilliant red hair fluttered around Manx's shoulders, and soft face. "We have nothing. These guys are good, but be on your guard." She called over her shoulder, and left the four florists alone. Ken looked at the other three. "Come on breaks over. I think I heard someone coming in." The others nodded and began to head upstairs. As they neared the top, they heard squeals of girlish glee, and an assortment of "oo's" and "ahh's". Ken looked back to make sure all three were behind him. Sure enough all three were there, and with confused looks to match his own. "What is it?" Aya asked. "I don't know? It's the lunch hour, the owner is the only one up there, and yet I hear their swooning." Ken said in a disturbed voice. "Oooo he's so cute!" One girl purred. Ken cracked the door open and surveyed the scene. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and felt sorry for the ones being attacked. "Are you new here?" Another latched onto one of the boys' arms. "Ack! Let go.Heero help me." The one in all black groaned while he tried to shake off the clinging girl. But he was having problems of his own. Another had slid into a tight space that no girl could follow, and backed all the way up against a wall. "Why are they so aggressive?" He asked a raven-haired teen with eyes to match. "I don't know, ask Yuy! Back off I have no time for weaklings or women." The tone in his voice could freeze anything, and he slowly pushed his way past the boy-crazed mob. He saw that his friend in all black, or rather wearing the clothes of a priest, with a meter long braid, was in great distress; slowly he made his way over to him to fend off the grabbing hands. The one sporting the green tank top and spandex took his lead, only his intense cobalt blue eyes radiated off a deadly glare and that was the only thing he needed to part the sea of slobbering females, also taking a place beside the one wearing the priest garb. Ken watched intently as the one in the skin-tight pants, emerald green turtleneck, with one visible eye to match; the other eye was hidden behind bangs that looked like they could be used as a weapon. It looked as though he was looking around for an escape, but his eyes were searching the air above him, and not around him. When the braided one let out a yelp due to one of the girls yanking on his braid, that's when the one with the turtleneck made his move. He flipped onto a low hanging bar, and landed perfectly on it, and walked over to his friends without loosing his balance once, and dropped to the floor behind the one with the braid. The hidden assassins watched as he pealed a young girl's hand from the thick chestnut braid. Ken's face stared in disbelief. Silence was thick in the air, after a stunt like that. Ken decided it was time to greet their guests, and find out what was really going on. As the florists came out, the four newcomers pressed their backs firmly against the counter, surely waiting for the horde of girls to devour them all. "Ladies can I help you with anything" A smooth voice called out. "It's Yoji!" One girl squealed. "Yes! And there is Ken, and Omi, and Aya!" Another cried out "They're all here." She said closing her eyes to keep the image longer in her mind. "So.who are these four hotties?" One asked dumbfounded. "Yes, who are you?" Aya asked as he made his way around from behind the counter. There in front of him were the most exotic looking teens he had ever seen. On the far left was a dangerous, cobalt-eyed, dark umber hair that was beyond unruly, with clothing that left nothing to the imagination. Beside him was a taller male, deep indigo eyes, long chestnut hair pleated in a glorious braid, with a cross around his neck, and wearing clothes of a priest. The third was the tallest, and by far the most interesting. He wore tight gray jeans, and a deep green turtleneck, a spill of honey brown hair concealed one eye, and the one that was visible was soft and gentle looking. The last was as equally dangerous looking as the first. His jet black eyes looked coldly at the girls and challengingly at him. A tight ponytail held his slick hair in place, and he wore the garments of a warrior, although he hardly looked it. Finally one spoke. "My name is Duo, we come in peace! We're just here to buy flowers for a friend." His Japanese was flawless, but Aya could hear the American in his voice. "Hn, you're American?" Aya half stated half asked. Duo's grin got bigger. "Hey that's pretty good, can you guess what number I'm thinking?" His indigo eyes danced with a peculiar joy, and Aya looked at him as if he were from another planet. "Maxwell, don't cause trouble!" The teen with the scalp-ripping ponytail growled. Aya glanced back at Duo, his eyes, turned to the floor and a sheepish smile splayed across his lips. "Sorry Wu-man." This time he spoke in a more serious tone. Aya noted to himself that the one with the ponytail was Chinese. "What kind of flowers do you need? Omi asked taking his place beside him. "Roses.he likes roses." The one with unusual bangs spoke up; his voice was soft but it had silenced everyone in the room, it wasn't the scared silence, but more of the awed silence. "Oooo, he is the one! He walked on that bar without slipping off it. It was like he was walking on solid ground." One girl whispered to her friend. "Yes, that was quite interesting." Ken stated taking his place next to Omi. "Where did you learn that?" His midnight blue eyes focusing hard on the quiet one. "Family secret." The green-eyed teen answered in a simple voice. "Look we just need flowers. That's it." Duo said softly. "Nothing more, this is all we're asking. Do we really need to try and throw together our own flower arrangement from Wal-Mart?" Duo's voice was becoming annoyed.
TBC