Disclaimer – I don't own Weiss.
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I sigh, picking up an old soccer keychain. When had I gotten that…?
I shrug, tossing it over my shoulder.
Aya's evil. I may love him, but he's still a big shit-head.
Okay, so maybe I deserved all this. After all, as I said before, if I never had any feelings for Aya in the first place, then none of this would've happened.
I involuntarily shudder, picturing in my mind what would've happened to those kids if I hadn't been able to knock Aya down…
No, Ken, it didn't happen, so just forget about it.
I shove that unpleasant thought away.
Come to think of it, Aya hasn't given us a long lecture yet. 'Course… I really don't think that's a good thing 'cause it means he's probably too angry to even talk.
I shudder.
Aya's very scary. Hell, I think he's the scariest person on earth.
But also the hottest.
No, don't look at me like that. I am not obsessed. Seriously.
I wrinkle my nose, smelling an awful odor. Gingerly, I lift one of my old soccer jerseys to reveal a plastic container down there.
I blink.
Wait… Isn't that…?
I open it.
Yup, that's it.
A couple months ago, on Valentine's Day, I had baked a chocolate cake for Aya. It was about a couple days after I realized my feelings for him. Originally, I had been planning to give to him and confess my love.
But then, I saw Aya's very Aya-ish reaction to the fangirls who gave him chocolate and confessed their love. He nearly bit their heads off.
Needless to say, I lost my courage after that.
Hesitantly, I peel off the container's cover. I nearly drop the container as the smell intensifies.
After a fit of coughing, I recover enough to pick it up again. Grabbing a nearby stick (probably from one of the times I forgot to do my laundry) and poke at it.
Hm… It may smell really bad… but it doesn't look that bad.
And I'm hungry and not about let good food go to waste (Aya refused to let me stop cleaning for anything, even lunch).
Reaching in the container, I pull out a glob of brownish cake. Hm… There's green stuff on it. Heh, that's probably the icing I put on it.
I pop in it my mouth.
Hm… not bad.
I swallow.
And then gag.
Okay, it is bad.
After several unsuccessful attempts to throw back up the stuff, I give up and hope it doesn't kill me. I'm tough, an assassin; cake can't kill me, right?
The rest of the cake is tossed in the trash.
Too bad… I'm still hungry.
~*~
As I realize far too late, 5 month old cake is really not good for you. I had finally finished cleaning (doing a pretty good job, if I do say so myself) after a day later.
"Ken-kun…?" Omi looks at me oddly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Unconsciously, I raise a hand to my mouth. Oh kami, I think I'm going to throw up.
"You're turning green," Omi says flatly.
"I am?" I manage to get out.
"Yes."
"Hey, chibi." Youji walks over, leaning an elbow on Omi's shoulder. Omi turns a brilliant shade of pink, but right now I don't feel good enough to tease him about it. "Oi, what's up with KenKen?"
I don't reply.
"He looks sick." Omi looks at me concernedly. "Ne… Did you eat anything weird?"
"No," I lie.
Suddenly, Youji pauses. "Ken… By any chance… Did you eat that weird looking stuff in the trash?"
"What stuff?"
Youji shrugs. "Aya made me take out the trash, and I smelled something really crappy. I was curious about what could smell that bad so I took a look. Turned out it was this brown stuff in a clear container. There was a chunk missing from it."
I flush.
Omi begins to twitch. "Ken-kun…"
"I was hungry?" I say weakly.
"Did you even have any idea what it was before you ate it?" Youji asks wryly.
"Yes," I say defensively.
The both look at me with raised eyebrows.
"It was supposed to be Aya's Valentine's Day present," I mutter, sitting down in a chair and trying to ignore my queasy stomach.
Somehow, I don't think that was the right answer.
Omi begins to twitch more than then turns and walks away, muttering about getting aspirin.
Youji just stares at me and then whacks me on the head before following after Omi.
I blink owlishly after them.
~*~
A few days later, after going to the hospital for food poisoning, things were almost back to normal at the Koneko. Aya had seemed to final calm down (after an hour long lecture on everything for safety to responsibility to anonymity).
Thank goodness he was too angry over what we had done to even question why we had done it.
So I thought the worse had passed.
Unfortunately, when living with people as evil as Omi and Youji, normalcy with never be achieved.
"Guess what, Ken-kun," Omi says brightly, walking up to me as I arrange the tulips (careful not to drink anything near them ever again), "Youji and I have come up with a new plan."
With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I decide to play innocent. "For what?"
Omi glares at me with a what-do-you-think-I'm-talking-about look. "For your love for… um… tulips! Yeah!"
What the hell?
As I stare at Omi as if he's gone crazy, I notice his gaze at a spot somewhere above my shoulder.
I glance backwards.
Oh.
Aya's standing there.
And he's giving both of us a very strange look.
Thanks a lot, Omi, now Aya thinks I'm even more of a weirder idiot.
Omi grabs my hand and tugs me away towards the back room. Youji's already waiting.
I glance between them, my feeling of dread growing at the identical Cheshire cat-like grins on their faces. "Do I even want to know…?"
Youji saunters over and drapes an arm over my shoulder. "Chibi here and I have done some thinking and we think we've found a way for you confess your love in a subtle, romantic way."
I pretend not to notice Omi's jealous glare as I shrug Youji's arm off.
"You know," I say irritably, "Your first 'brilliant' plan completely back-fired in our faces. Why the hell would you think this one would be any better?"
Omi smiled genkily (either from the fact Youji had decided to use him as an armrest now or from the supposed genius of his plan). "This time it doesn't include anything remotely dangerous."
Somehow, I think the two of them could manage to make something dangerous out of the most innocent thing.
Like that time they decided the Koneko needed a bit of brightening (and a mascot). And being the ever-so-logical people they are, they got a bunny.
Yes, a bunny.
Not a cat.
But a bunny.
And trust them to get possibly the only homicidal bunny on the planet.
I still have the scars that little bugger gave me.
Now, it's lying in its little box in the backyard after Aya had to 'rescue' us from its claws (do bunnies even have claws?) of death with his katana.
It was classic Weiss moment.
So you get my point about not trusting Omi and Youji with even the smallest task. Somehow, I think that they're so serious during missions that they have to work off their craziness on poor me.
"You see, KenKen," Youji begins, an almost maniacal look on his face, "We work in a flower shop."
No duh.
"So flowers are something all four of us can relate to," Omi continues.
What the hell?
Am I the only one who thinks they're just babbling with no point?
"Including Aya."
"We all know the meaning of flowers."
"Especially Aya."
"Not to mention they're really pretty."
"Even Aya will agree. Probably."
I glare at them. "Just get to the point."
The both beam at me.
"You can use flowers to confess!"
…
…
Why do I have the bizarre image of myself using roses to spell out 'I love you, Aya'?
"See, you know that different flowers have different meanings right?" Omi rambles on. "We were thinking you could use different flowers to spell out your message and then sign it with a Gentian so he'll know it's from you. Smart, huh?"
…
…
I turn to leave.
"Hold it right there." Youji's looking at me with a definitely scary expression now. "You are not going to chicken out."
I look at him. "This is a stupid plan that won't work and I'm sure it's going to backfire spectacularly," I state flatly, "And I value my own life, thank you very much."
"But it'll turn out fine." Omi looks at me with huge sparkling blue eyes.
I give them a yeah-right kind of look and turn once again to leave.
I hear a sniffle behind me.
Oh no.
"We worked so hard to help Ken-kun…"
"And now he's refusing all our thoughtful efforts…"
"Acting so cold towards us…"
"Chibi, I feel so sad and unappreciated…"
I hit my head repeatedly on the nearest wall.
…
…
No, I will not crack.
…
…
Okay, fine, I cracked.
"Let's give it a try," I finally sigh.
I'm a sucker for emotional torture.
"Yay!" Omi and Youji clasped hands and danced around childishly.
I am very disturbed.
~*~
I sighed, staring down at the flowers scattered on the table. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
"Because Chibi and I put so much effort into this."
I hang my head.
"How about this one?" Omi held up a primrose. "It means that you can't live without him."
"I'm living perfectly fine right now," I say dryly.
"But it's so romantic!" Youji clasped his hands, fake tears gathering in his eyes.
"Youji, you're scaring me." I sigh again. "Okay then, put it in."
Youji snickered then picked up a spider flower. "This one?"
Omi laughed.
"Do I even want to know?" I ask warily.
Youji stuck it into the arrangement. "It means you want to elope."
I blush, hastily jumping up and pulling it out of the arrangement. "Let's not go that far!"
"This is perfect for Aya." Omi brandished a sweet william.
Youji nodded. "Yup."
I raise an eyebrow, glancing into the book of flower meanings. "Grant me a smile?" I laugh. "Yeah, that does fit."
"This one definitely," Omi said with a twinkle in his eye, handing me a red tulip. "It's a declaration of love… and also Ken-kun's supposed 'love'."
I glare.
"Oh!" Youji held up a lily. "This is perfect."
I look at him suspiciously and then into the book. My eyes bug out. "YOUJI!"
Omi burst into hysterical laughter.
"I. AM. NOT. A. GIRL!"
~*~
Two hours later, we're done.
Red roses – I love you
Red tulips – Declaration on love
Primrose – I can't live without you
Mimosa (bloomed) – Concealed love
Camellia (pink) – Longing for you
Camellia (blue) – You're a flame in my heart
Carnation (red) – My heart aches for you
Gentian - Me
Anyone but me find that a bit too mushy for my tastes?
"It's perfect!" Youji chimes.
Omi nods enthusiastically.
I sweatdrop.
~*~
Two hours later, we're peering around the corner at Aya's room. The flower arrangement had been placed on his doorstep and hour ago.
"My leg's falling asleep," I whine.
"Shut up," Youji snaps.
"Youji-kun, you're stepping on my foot!"
"Ow! Watch where your elbow's going!"
The door opens.
We freeze, turning our attention to the door.
Aya steps out.
Right onto the flowers.
Three identical sweatdrops appear on our heads.
Aya looks down.
And steps backwards.
He picks up the flowers.
And peers at it.
"Get the hint… get the hint…" Youji's muttering next to me.
I bite my lip, my heart hammering in my chest.
Why do I suddenly want to run as far away as possible?
What if he hates me for this?
What if…
"What are you three doing?" Aya asks flatly, glaring in our direction.
In true assassin style, we fall around the corner in a heap.
I flush, sandwiched between Omi and Youji.
"Get off me… You guys are heavy!" Poor Omi pleads from the bottom of the pile.
"Youji!" I mutter, pushing up on him with my elbow.
"Ah, gomen." Youji stands up.
I quickly follow, as does Omi.
"Uh… Sorry, Aya," I stammer. "Um… I have to go!" I spin on my heel and begin to walk stiffly away.
Youji grabs me by the collar.
"What are those, Aya-kun?" Omi asks innocently, gesturing towards the flowers.
Aya looks down at them.
I sweatdrop, tugging against Youji's grip.
Aya shrugged. "Some girl."
We fall back down in a heap.
Aya walks away.
"Baka!" Omi wails.
Youji growls. "How dense can one guy be?"
I sigh, wondering whether to be relieved or not.
"Okay." Youji's eyes glint. "Time for drastic measures."
I whimper.
~*~
To be continued…
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A/N - *sigh* I'm beginning to feel sorry for poor Ken now. ^^;; Ohohohoho… And I have something very evil still in store for him.
I got the flower meanings from "http:// www. clareflorist. co. uk/ meanings. asp."