"Yohji-kuuun..." Omi whimpered, looking frantically from the blond to Ran,
who stood in the middle of the basement, shooting daggers at each other.
"Be quiet, Omi," Yohji said acidly.
"My afternoon activities are none of your business, Kudou," Ran said softly. His voice was harsh and angry.
"It is if it interferes with our missions!" Yohji took a step forward, but was halted by Ken's hand on his shoulder. "Where were you last night, Ran?"
"I told you, it's none of your fucking business, you whoreson of a flea!" The swordsman's brow furrowed angrily and he turned, racing up the spiral staircase.
"Yohji, I can't believe you made him swear!" Omi looked aghast at the blond.
"Yes, well. At least now we know the swordsman has some emotions. Fuckin' psychopath." Yohji shook his head and stepped out the back door, slamming it behind him.
"Ken...what should I do?" Omi asked the older soccer player.
"You're the only one who can calm him down. Go to Ran."
Omi nodded and followed quickly after the redhead. "Ran? Ran, are you up here?"
"What do you want, Omi?" came his harsh voice from the front of the shop. Omi stepped through the back door to see his friend's back.
"I'm sorry about what Yohji said...why don't you just tell him about Aya?" The blond stepped around the counter, stopping just a few inches short of his tall redheaded companion.
"Because he wouldn't understand." Ran crossed his arms, taking a step towards the street.
"Ran, wait-" Omi began.
Suddenly, Ran was lying on his stomach with an attractive Chinese man sitting on his back, looking slightly dazed. He glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head.
Ran rolled over, throwing the man off. He rose into a crouched position, one hand extended beyond the other. "Who are you, and why were you laying on my back?"
"Actually, I was sitting. The name is Chang Wufei, though most people call me Wufei. Please, stand up. I will not fight you." Chang stood slowly, dusting himself off.
"Hmph. How did you get...here?" Ran asked slowly, straightening.
"I...I came through a time machine, actually. In the year 196 AC."
"196 A...what?!" Ran furrowed his brow. "Are you sure you are..."
"Sane? Actually, I am perfectly sane. More so than any of the others I work with." Chang took a look around the shop. "Where...well, and when...am I?"
"You are in the middle of the Kitty in the House flower shop, in the middle of Tokyo, Japan. The year is...is 2000 AD." Omi bowed his head slightly, extending one hand in greeting. "I am Tsukiono Omi. It is wonderful to meet you."
The attractive man shook Omi's hand. "And you."
"Fujimiya Ran," he said formally, also extending his hand.
Chang smiled slightly as he shook the swordsman's hand. "I am sorry for my...abrupt entrance. I hope I did not injure you too soundly."
"Nah. Omi here has caused more damage than you." Ran took his hand back and winked at Omi, the previous conversation forgotten.
"Omi? Are you up here?" came the call from the back room. Ken and Yohji emerged from the back room. Both stopped in their tracks as Wufei turned and looked calmly at them both, his hands clasped behind his back. "O- Omi...who is this?"
"The name is Chang Wufei. I am-"
"Ouch!" Four men landed in the same spot as Wufei did, piling unceremoniously on the shop floor. Because of flailing limbs, several shelves of flowers collapsed onto the floor, spilling dirt and blooms everywhere. Duo ended up on the top. He rolled off, rearranging his braid so it fell down his back. Glaring at the ceiling, he laughed. "Well, fuck me colorless, the old coot did it!"
"Duo! T-Trowa, Heero, Quatre...what are you guys doing here?" Wufei asked, his introduction also forgotten.
"Well, J wanted us to find you, and to...do some research, I believe he said. So we're here for the next six months." Duo slapped Wufei cheerily on the back, causing the man to stumble.
"Oof! I see..."
"So...who are all these attractive men you seem to have acquainted yourself with, Fei?"
Omi blinked, blushing deeply. "Uh...uh...I'm...I'm Tsukiono Omi, the redhead is Fujimiya Ran, the brunet is Hidaka Ken, and the tall blond is Kudou Yohji."
Each of the men bowed their heads to Duo. "And you four are?" Ran asked.
"I'm Duo Maxwell," said the man with the braid.
The other three had managed to right and separate themselves. A blond youth said, "I'm Quatre Winner."
"Heero Yuy," a man with brown hair said quietly, his deep blue eyes firm.
"Trowa Barton," muttered a man with his deep brown hair shadowing half his face.
Yohji shook his head, clearing his mind. "You...you..."
Duo turned to look at him. "We what?"
Ken looked up at Yohji when he gave no answer. "Close your mouth, Kudou. You're drooling." The soccer player tapped his friend's chin.
Duo blushed and looked away.
"Be quiet, Omi," Yohji said acidly.
"My afternoon activities are none of your business, Kudou," Ran said softly. His voice was harsh and angry.
"It is if it interferes with our missions!" Yohji took a step forward, but was halted by Ken's hand on his shoulder. "Where were you last night, Ran?"
"I told you, it's none of your fucking business, you whoreson of a flea!" The swordsman's brow furrowed angrily and he turned, racing up the spiral staircase.
"Yohji, I can't believe you made him swear!" Omi looked aghast at the blond.
"Yes, well. At least now we know the swordsman has some emotions. Fuckin' psychopath." Yohji shook his head and stepped out the back door, slamming it behind him.
"Ken...what should I do?" Omi asked the older soccer player.
"You're the only one who can calm him down. Go to Ran."
Omi nodded and followed quickly after the redhead. "Ran? Ran, are you up here?"
"What do you want, Omi?" came his harsh voice from the front of the shop. Omi stepped through the back door to see his friend's back.
"I'm sorry about what Yohji said...why don't you just tell him about Aya?" The blond stepped around the counter, stopping just a few inches short of his tall redheaded companion.
"Because he wouldn't understand." Ran crossed his arms, taking a step towards the street.
"Ran, wait-" Omi began.
Suddenly, Ran was lying on his stomach with an attractive Chinese man sitting on his back, looking slightly dazed. He glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head.
Ran rolled over, throwing the man off. He rose into a crouched position, one hand extended beyond the other. "Who are you, and why were you laying on my back?"
"Actually, I was sitting. The name is Chang Wufei, though most people call me Wufei. Please, stand up. I will not fight you." Chang stood slowly, dusting himself off.
"Hmph. How did you get...here?" Ran asked slowly, straightening.
"I...I came through a time machine, actually. In the year 196 AC."
"196 A...what?!" Ran furrowed his brow. "Are you sure you are..."
"Sane? Actually, I am perfectly sane. More so than any of the others I work with." Chang took a look around the shop. "Where...well, and when...am I?"
"You are in the middle of the Kitty in the House flower shop, in the middle of Tokyo, Japan. The year is...is 2000 AD." Omi bowed his head slightly, extending one hand in greeting. "I am Tsukiono Omi. It is wonderful to meet you."
The attractive man shook Omi's hand. "And you."
"Fujimiya Ran," he said formally, also extending his hand.
Chang smiled slightly as he shook the swordsman's hand. "I am sorry for my...abrupt entrance. I hope I did not injure you too soundly."
"Nah. Omi here has caused more damage than you." Ran took his hand back and winked at Omi, the previous conversation forgotten.
"Omi? Are you up here?" came the call from the back room. Ken and Yohji emerged from the back room. Both stopped in their tracks as Wufei turned and looked calmly at them both, his hands clasped behind his back. "O- Omi...who is this?"
"The name is Chang Wufei. I am-"
"Ouch!" Four men landed in the same spot as Wufei did, piling unceremoniously on the shop floor. Because of flailing limbs, several shelves of flowers collapsed onto the floor, spilling dirt and blooms everywhere. Duo ended up on the top. He rolled off, rearranging his braid so it fell down his back. Glaring at the ceiling, he laughed. "Well, fuck me colorless, the old coot did it!"
"Duo! T-Trowa, Heero, Quatre...what are you guys doing here?" Wufei asked, his introduction also forgotten.
"Well, J wanted us to find you, and to...do some research, I believe he said. So we're here for the next six months." Duo slapped Wufei cheerily on the back, causing the man to stumble.
"Oof! I see..."
"So...who are all these attractive men you seem to have acquainted yourself with, Fei?"
Omi blinked, blushing deeply. "Uh...uh...I'm...I'm Tsukiono Omi, the redhead is Fujimiya Ran, the brunet is Hidaka Ken, and the tall blond is Kudou Yohji."
Each of the men bowed their heads to Duo. "And you four are?" Ran asked.
"I'm Duo Maxwell," said the man with the braid.
The other three had managed to right and separate themselves. A blond youth said, "I'm Quatre Winner."
"Heero Yuy," a man with brown hair said quietly, his deep blue eyes firm.
"Trowa Barton," muttered a man with his deep brown hair shadowing half his face.
Yohji shook his head, clearing his mind. "You...you..."
Duo turned to look at him. "We what?"
Ken looked up at Yohji when he gave no answer. "Close your mouth, Kudou. You're drooling." The soccer player tapped his friend's chin.
Duo blushed and looked away.
