"So...what you're telling me is that...a man named...J...made a time
machine, and the five of you traveled through it to..." Yohji tried to
reason.
"Japan, 2000 AD. Right. How hard is this to understand?" Heero asked Trowa.
"Patience, Yuy. These men-"
"Man. I've got no trouble understanding this," Omi said defensively.
"Right. Sorry. This man here, is dense. Moreso that even Duo...on a bad day!"
"Hey! Be nice," Duo complained.
"Well, it's the truth."
"Hmph. So, what do you guys do for a living?" Duo asked, looking around at the four florists.
All nine of them sat in the back room, some on the floor, some on stools, and some on the shelves. Ran leaned against the wall by the door, watching for customers. Duo sat on the floor in front of Quatre, who sat on a stool beside Heero. Trowa and Fei also sat on the floor in front of Yohji and Ken on the shelves. Across the aisle, Omi sat beside the violets.
Omi looked nervously at Yohji and Ran. Both gave him the look of "you're the leader, you decide." Sighing, Omi looked back at Duo. "Well, during the day, we're florists. However, at night, we-"
"Eeeee!" came the squeal from the front of the shop. Instantly, Fei and Heero were up, hands on the their guns. Ken and Omi cringed.
"Oh no...school's out!" Yohji wailed. He buried his face in his hands.
"Come on guys. There might be one real customer out there today," Ran said hopefully.
"Right, Fujimiya. And I can fly," Kudou sniffed. "Come on, you five. You can see us at 'work'." Groaning, Yohji put on a fake smile and stepped into the shop. "Ladies," he said charmingly.
"Ken...what's going on?" Quatre asked warily.
"All the schoolgirls come by here every f-f...day and swoon over the four of us. It's really annoying, but Momoe says we have to be nice." Chocolate eyes glance at Ran. "So be nice."
"You take all of my fun, Hidaka." Ran grabbed a tray of gardenias and stepped into the chaos.
"Do you guys want some help?" Duo asked, grabbing an arrangement.
"Please?" Omi whimpered. "Those women scare me."
"I cannot believe you are scared by women..." Fei snarled.
"Ignore him, Omi. Wufei has...problems...with women." Duo winked at Chang.
"Women are weak. It is as simple as that." Wufei stepped into the shop, noting stoically the collective gasp from the crowd.
"Fei, I don't think your being in there is a good idea," Duo called from the back. "Uh...er...um...Fei!"
"I'll be fine, Maxwell." Leaping up onto the counter, Fei raised his arms. "Ladies!" he yelled. The women looked up at him, silent. "How many of you are here to purchase some flowers?" About four women raised their hands. "Fabulous. You ladies, go speak with Ran. As for the rest of you...CLEAR OUT!" As a whole, the women cringed away from the short Asian who glared at all of them.
Slowly, the women filtered out of the shop, leaving only the nine men and four women. Nodding resolutely, Fei jumped down from the counter and walked back into the back. Violet and cerulean eyes followed him, all four of the florists' jaws dropping.
Omi followed Fei as Ran tended to the orders. "Wufei...that was...that was..."
"Incredible," Heero finished.
"Yeah...how did you do that?"
"I told you; I hate women."
"Well, no, I told him you hate women. You simply verified that fact." Duo winked at Fei and patted Omi on the shoulder. "Get back to work, kid."
Omi spun and smacked Duo across the jaw, snarling as the American fell to the floor. "Never call me that."
"R-right...s-sorry..." Duo lay on the floor, massaging his jaw ruefully. "Ya didn't have to hit me, Omi."
"You wouldn't understand. None of you would." Omi spun on his heel and raced down the stairs.
Ken watched him go and shook his head. "I shoulda warned you about that, Duo. I'm sorry." Ken offered him a hand off the floor.
"What the hell?" he asked, dusting himself off once again.
"He won't even tell us." Ken brushed a long strand of hair off Duo's cheek, tipping his head sideways. "Wow...he left a nice mark on your face."
"Gee, thanks." He pulled away and continued to massage his injury, and his pride.
"Hey, where's Omi? He's supposed to be out here!" Ran said, sticking his head into the back.
"Duo called him kid," Ken said simply, grabbing a water bottle.
"Shit..." Ran snarled, thinking a moment. "Yohji, the floor is yours," he said over his shoulder as he followed the blond down the stairs.
"Japan, 2000 AD. Right. How hard is this to understand?" Heero asked Trowa.
"Patience, Yuy. These men-"
"Man. I've got no trouble understanding this," Omi said defensively.
"Right. Sorry. This man here, is dense. Moreso that even Duo...on a bad day!"
"Hey! Be nice," Duo complained.
"Well, it's the truth."
"Hmph. So, what do you guys do for a living?" Duo asked, looking around at the four florists.
All nine of them sat in the back room, some on the floor, some on stools, and some on the shelves. Ran leaned against the wall by the door, watching for customers. Duo sat on the floor in front of Quatre, who sat on a stool beside Heero. Trowa and Fei also sat on the floor in front of Yohji and Ken on the shelves. Across the aisle, Omi sat beside the violets.
Omi looked nervously at Yohji and Ran. Both gave him the look of "you're the leader, you decide." Sighing, Omi looked back at Duo. "Well, during the day, we're florists. However, at night, we-"
"Eeeee!" came the squeal from the front of the shop. Instantly, Fei and Heero were up, hands on the their guns. Ken and Omi cringed.
"Oh no...school's out!" Yohji wailed. He buried his face in his hands.
"Come on guys. There might be one real customer out there today," Ran said hopefully.
"Right, Fujimiya. And I can fly," Kudou sniffed. "Come on, you five. You can see us at 'work'." Groaning, Yohji put on a fake smile and stepped into the shop. "Ladies," he said charmingly.
"Ken...what's going on?" Quatre asked warily.
"All the schoolgirls come by here every f-f...day and swoon over the four of us. It's really annoying, but Momoe says we have to be nice." Chocolate eyes glance at Ran. "So be nice."
"You take all of my fun, Hidaka." Ran grabbed a tray of gardenias and stepped into the chaos.
"Do you guys want some help?" Duo asked, grabbing an arrangement.
"Please?" Omi whimpered. "Those women scare me."
"I cannot believe you are scared by women..." Fei snarled.
"Ignore him, Omi. Wufei has...problems...with women." Duo winked at Chang.
"Women are weak. It is as simple as that." Wufei stepped into the shop, noting stoically the collective gasp from the crowd.
"Fei, I don't think your being in there is a good idea," Duo called from the back. "Uh...er...um...Fei!"
"I'll be fine, Maxwell." Leaping up onto the counter, Fei raised his arms. "Ladies!" he yelled. The women looked up at him, silent. "How many of you are here to purchase some flowers?" About four women raised their hands. "Fabulous. You ladies, go speak with Ran. As for the rest of you...CLEAR OUT!" As a whole, the women cringed away from the short Asian who glared at all of them.
Slowly, the women filtered out of the shop, leaving only the nine men and four women. Nodding resolutely, Fei jumped down from the counter and walked back into the back. Violet and cerulean eyes followed him, all four of the florists' jaws dropping.
Omi followed Fei as Ran tended to the orders. "Wufei...that was...that was..."
"Incredible," Heero finished.
"Yeah...how did you do that?"
"I told you; I hate women."
"Well, no, I told him you hate women. You simply verified that fact." Duo winked at Fei and patted Omi on the shoulder. "Get back to work, kid."
Omi spun and smacked Duo across the jaw, snarling as the American fell to the floor. "Never call me that."
"R-right...s-sorry..." Duo lay on the floor, massaging his jaw ruefully. "Ya didn't have to hit me, Omi."
"You wouldn't understand. None of you would." Omi spun on his heel and raced down the stairs.
Ken watched him go and shook his head. "I shoulda warned you about that, Duo. I'm sorry." Ken offered him a hand off the floor.
"What the hell?" he asked, dusting himself off once again.
"He won't even tell us." Ken brushed a long strand of hair off Duo's cheek, tipping his head sideways. "Wow...he left a nice mark on your face."
"Gee, thanks." He pulled away and continued to massage his injury, and his pride.
"Hey, where's Omi? He's supposed to be out here!" Ran said, sticking his head into the back.
"Duo called him kid," Ken said simply, grabbing a water bottle.
"Shit..." Ran snarled, thinking a moment. "Yohji, the floor is yours," he said over his shoulder as he followed the blond down the stairs.
