As Told By Aya-----Diary Entry Five [[The Good, The Bad, and The Bunny]]
Disclaimer: I finally remembered the name of the owner of Weiss Kreuz!^^ Alright people: WK belongs to Koyasu Takehito, not me. Know that before I forget the guy's name again.
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Dear Aya-chan,
Do you know how aggravating a rabbit can be? Omi insists on calling it a "bunny," but that word is just so…ughh… Reminds me of something cute, white, and fluffy. Guess what the kid decided to call it?
If you guessed Fluffy, sadly, you guessed right.
It was dark, gloomy afternoon. The clouds blocked the sun, and all around us was a sea of fan girls. A chilly breeze blew into the flower shop, and my sixth sense immediately detected that something not involving Takatori was wrong. I should of known something foul was afoot when I heard Omi singing in the showers. He only does that when he's happy, and when he's happy, we're not. This is partially because of the fact that Omi can't actually sing, though we assure him he can, fingers crossed. Poor boy. One day he'll find out the truth when the time comes. One day.
But back to the rabbit, or Fluffy. You'd think I was talking about a cuddly, small, albino breed and was simply being a coldhearted assassin when describing him. That's where you're wrong. Deadly wrong. I always knew something was wrong with the youngest of Weiss since the day he started talking to his imaginary pet duck, but nobody expected this to come out.
On a ominous, murky Tuesday afternoon, Omi barged into the Koneko with a enormous, extremely hairy, black spotted rabbit on a leash. That thing is no "bunny." More accurately, it's a two foot tall, 107 pound Dalmatian look-a-like who has teeth the size of Montana and the personality of a potato - pointless and aggravatingly difficult to peel. I bet it probably once belonged to that disgusting man who ran over my sister.
Of course, looks are nothing. It's personality that counts, right? Well, let me tell you one thing: THAT VILE OVERGROWN RODENT SCRATCHED MY PICTURE OF AYA-CHAN!!! No one, and I mean NO ONE, touches my pictures of Aya-chan and gets away with it! It's bad enough having people damaging the real person without giant hairballs doing the same to the images.
This is where my vengeful spirit and all my years of assassin training comes in. If Omi's little "bunny" thinks he (or is it a she?) is going to get away with the crime they dealt, they can return to wherever the kid found them. I mean it.
Fluffy was going to have his hair knocked off. Not literally, I mean. It's sort of like that thing with the pants falling off, only this time it's the hair knocked off, since he knocked and scratched the picture, except you can have your hair scratched off. Well maybe. Oh, never mind, you know what I mean.
Thus began the epic battle: Fluffy versus Aya Fujimiya, fighting over the honor of his beloved Aya-chan's picture. You will be rooting for me, right?
The next day, early in the morning, three actually, I snuck out of my room, assassin armor on and katana in hand, and crept into the kitchen, where Fluffy slept. It is my plan to take him (or her. I really need to find out the guy's gender sooner or later) out in their sleep. Call it a favor to Omi for sparing the rabbit necessary pain for destroying a work of art.
It would be nice to say everything went according to plan, that in the morning when everyone wakes up, they would see a blood stain on my katana and find out that an assassin from Takatori apparently came in the night to take us all out, but fortunately the brave and honorable me took them out before they got the chance. Disappointingly, that would be a lie.
I was approximately five steps away from the despicable animal when suddenly it's eyes popped open and it sprung away. I attempted chasing it a while, but do you know how fast a knee-high rabbit can be? The bloke practically rampaged into everything in its way, knocking down whatever was there. I was leaping all over the place, grabbing dishes and potted plants to prevent the rest of Weiss from waking up.
After an hour of chasing after the creature, there we were in the living room, armed and snarling at each other. We had our distances, and eyed each other with much distaste, though I think Fluffy may have been glaring at the broccoli bits that had gotten stuck to the front of my coat.
In a flash a stuck out my sword and raced at him, ready to slash out, when he charged at me as well. Head hit crotch as the animal bounced backwards while I lay on the floor in pain. No, this cannot be how it is. I will not lose to some rabbit!
I hopped forward and we each bared our fangs at one another, the rabbit's being a bit more intimidating. However, the worse was yet to come, for at that exact moment, while we stood unmoving, guess what Fluffy did?
He let out a GIGANTIC FART!!! One that stank up the entire room I might add. It even beat the time Yohji let out a wave of stink in the elevator - and we still had twenty-four floors to go! I could've passed out from the smell alone. Taking advantage of my sudden weakness, Fluffy leapt towards me, eyes flashing. Reaching out, I tried to escape, yet was knocked down by the tremendous weight of the rabbit. You know what he did next?
HE NUZZLED ME!!! RIGHT IN THE FACE TOO!!! I think I died right there and then. Or at least my face did. I pushed him off and stretched for my katana, only to find that it too had been smashed. Looking around frantically, I saw one of Ken's soccer balls. Snatching it I hurled it towards Fluffy, who was once again charging towards me. I tell you, I refuse to get nuzzled again! He dodged it, and growled viciously at me, something I thought only dogs could do. Didn't I tell you he was a Dalmatian look-a-like?
At that point everything seemed to go in slow motion. I jumped towards the cloud in a frenzy, reaching out as if I was swimming. Fluffy was hopping towards me in little bunny movements. Did I just say bunny? I meant rabbit. If everything was in regular motion, or even fast motion, I may have stood a chance. Sadly, the rabbit flew forward too fast, and before I knew it, pain engulfed me like that time at the beach.
"OWWWW!!! HE BIT ME!!! THAT GODDAMN CREATURE BIT ME!!!" I howled in misery and pain has the rabbit tore what seemed like a good chunk out of my leg. Blood flowed freely, and soon pools were on the floor. I tried to strangle the animal, but tripped over a chair. I grasped my weapon and held it out, ready to strike, when all of a sudden Omi, Ken, and Yohji along with another one of his one night stands barged in.
What they saw was a twenty year old man lying on the floor, katana out, ready to murder a seemingly innocent rabbit.
"FLUFFY!" Omi shrieked. Honestly, I had no idea his voice could go that high. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, YOU FILFTY MURDERER! HOW COULD YOU!"
A murderer? Me? Look who's talking Bombay!?!
"LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU, MY POOR FLUFFY!?!"
Apparently they don't realize that the blood happens to be mine. But am I getting any comfort or support?
"It's okay, Omi-kun. Fluffy's still alive," Yohji replied calmly while trying to soothe the hysterical boy.
"NOW HE IS, BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER!?!" Must he continuously glare at me like that? How would you feel if the photo of the only family you had left got scratched by some hairy animal?
"Don't worry, we'll have a talk with Aya later," Ken mutters while also glaring at me. In fact, they all seem to be. It's starting to become rather frightening, when I think about it. I don't suppose they'll notice a bleeding, crouching man on the floor anytime soon, will they?
"YEAH WELL-hic," Oh lord, now the boy's hiccupping? What kind of crazy scene is this?
"-IF HE EVEN THINKS-hic-OF HARMING ONE HAIR-hic-ON FLUFFY'S HEAD THEN…" And this is how it continues for the rest of the morning. You know, I think a couple of our neighbors three miles away probably heard Omi's complaints. The most idiotic thing about the whole situation is that right now, I'm still lying on the floor, leg visibly bleeding and coat containing hairs who knows where. Hey, that rhymed! What do you know, I'm a poet! Aya's a poet!
Uh, as I was saying, um, the next morning was a slight repeat of the original night. Interestingly enough, only as the flower shop opened that day did Ken ask me, "Hey Aya? Was your leg bleeding last night?" He just noticed. You know, I think it ten out of ten normal people realize right away when someone is crouching on the floor, leg bleeding, that the person is in pain. But of course, Fluffy is way more important than the leader of Weiss. See how good of a job he does trying to battle Schwartz.
Fortunately, Omi has stopped pestering me and sticking post-its on my door reading "Bunny Harmer" and "I Like To Slice Open Poor Innocent Rabbits With My Katana." In fact, he's been a lot more secretive lately. All of Weiss, excluding me, seems to be as well. If I wasn't thinking clearly, I'd think they were plotting something against me, and no, this is not like that time Yohji constantly bothered me until it became point of insanity. This is real. Or not, seeing as it's Omi, Ken, and Yohji I'm dealing with. I must be insane for what seems like the millionth time this week. Still, I swear I saw a blueprint and Schwartz's business card the other day…
As usual with a slightly bleeding leg,
Aya
Disclaimer: I finally remembered the name of the owner of Weiss Kreuz!^^ Alright people: WK belongs to Koyasu Takehito, not me. Know that before I forget the guy's name again.
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Dear Aya-chan,
Do you know how aggravating a rabbit can be? Omi insists on calling it a "bunny," but that word is just so…ughh… Reminds me of something cute, white, and fluffy. Guess what the kid decided to call it?
If you guessed Fluffy, sadly, you guessed right.
It was dark, gloomy afternoon. The clouds blocked the sun, and all around us was a sea of fan girls. A chilly breeze blew into the flower shop, and my sixth sense immediately detected that something not involving Takatori was wrong. I should of known something foul was afoot when I heard Omi singing in the showers. He only does that when he's happy, and when he's happy, we're not. This is partially because of the fact that Omi can't actually sing, though we assure him he can, fingers crossed. Poor boy. One day he'll find out the truth when the time comes. One day.
But back to the rabbit, or Fluffy. You'd think I was talking about a cuddly, small, albino breed and was simply being a coldhearted assassin when describing him. That's where you're wrong. Deadly wrong. I always knew something was wrong with the youngest of Weiss since the day he started talking to his imaginary pet duck, but nobody expected this to come out.
On a ominous, murky Tuesday afternoon, Omi barged into the Koneko with a enormous, extremely hairy, black spotted rabbit on a leash. That thing is no "bunny." More accurately, it's a two foot tall, 107 pound Dalmatian look-a-like who has teeth the size of Montana and the personality of a potato - pointless and aggravatingly difficult to peel. I bet it probably once belonged to that disgusting man who ran over my sister.
Of course, looks are nothing. It's personality that counts, right? Well, let me tell you one thing: THAT VILE OVERGROWN RODENT SCRATCHED MY PICTURE OF AYA-CHAN!!! No one, and I mean NO ONE, touches my pictures of Aya-chan and gets away with it! It's bad enough having people damaging the real person without giant hairballs doing the same to the images.
This is where my vengeful spirit and all my years of assassin training comes in. If Omi's little "bunny" thinks he (or is it a she?) is going to get away with the crime they dealt, they can return to wherever the kid found them. I mean it.
Fluffy was going to have his hair knocked off. Not literally, I mean. It's sort of like that thing with the pants falling off, only this time it's the hair knocked off, since he knocked and scratched the picture, except you can have your hair scratched off. Well maybe. Oh, never mind, you know what I mean.
Thus began the epic battle: Fluffy versus Aya Fujimiya, fighting over the honor of his beloved Aya-chan's picture. You will be rooting for me, right?
The next day, early in the morning, three actually, I snuck out of my room, assassin armor on and katana in hand, and crept into the kitchen, where Fluffy slept. It is my plan to take him (or her. I really need to find out the guy's gender sooner or later) out in their sleep. Call it a favor to Omi for sparing the rabbit necessary pain for destroying a work of art.
It would be nice to say everything went according to plan, that in the morning when everyone wakes up, they would see a blood stain on my katana and find out that an assassin from Takatori apparently came in the night to take us all out, but fortunately the brave and honorable me took them out before they got the chance. Disappointingly, that would be a lie.
I was approximately five steps away from the despicable animal when suddenly it's eyes popped open and it sprung away. I attempted chasing it a while, but do you know how fast a knee-high rabbit can be? The bloke practically rampaged into everything in its way, knocking down whatever was there. I was leaping all over the place, grabbing dishes and potted plants to prevent the rest of Weiss from waking up.
After an hour of chasing after the creature, there we were in the living room, armed and snarling at each other. We had our distances, and eyed each other with much distaste, though I think Fluffy may have been glaring at the broccoli bits that had gotten stuck to the front of my coat.
In a flash a stuck out my sword and raced at him, ready to slash out, when he charged at me as well. Head hit crotch as the animal bounced backwards while I lay on the floor in pain. No, this cannot be how it is. I will not lose to some rabbit!
I hopped forward and we each bared our fangs at one another, the rabbit's being a bit more intimidating. However, the worse was yet to come, for at that exact moment, while we stood unmoving, guess what Fluffy did?
He let out a GIGANTIC FART!!! One that stank up the entire room I might add. It even beat the time Yohji let out a wave of stink in the elevator - and we still had twenty-four floors to go! I could've passed out from the smell alone. Taking advantage of my sudden weakness, Fluffy leapt towards me, eyes flashing. Reaching out, I tried to escape, yet was knocked down by the tremendous weight of the rabbit. You know what he did next?
HE NUZZLED ME!!! RIGHT IN THE FACE TOO!!! I think I died right there and then. Or at least my face did. I pushed him off and stretched for my katana, only to find that it too had been smashed. Looking around frantically, I saw one of Ken's soccer balls. Snatching it I hurled it towards Fluffy, who was once again charging towards me. I tell you, I refuse to get nuzzled again! He dodged it, and growled viciously at me, something I thought only dogs could do. Didn't I tell you he was a Dalmatian look-a-like?
At that point everything seemed to go in slow motion. I jumped towards the cloud in a frenzy, reaching out as if I was swimming. Fluffy was hopping towards me in little bunny movements. Did I just say bunny? I meant rabbit. If everything was in regular motion, or even fast motion, I may have stood a chance. Sadly, the rabbit flew forward too fast, and before I knew it, pain engulfed me like that time at the beach.
"OWWWW!!! HE BIT ME!!! THAT GODDAMN CREATURE BIT ME!!!" I howled in misery and pain has the rabbit tore what seemed like a good chunk out of my leg. Blood flowed freely, and soon pools were on the floor. I tried to strangle the animal, but tripped over a chair. I grasped my weapon and held it out, ready to strike, when all of a sudden Omi, Ken, and Yohji along with another one of his one night stands barged in.
What they saw was a twenty year old man lying on the floor, katana out, ready to murder a seemingly innocent rabbit.
"FLUFFY!" Omi shrieked. Honestly, I had no idea his voice could go that high. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, YOU FILFTY MURDERER! HOW COULD YOU!"
A murderer? Me? Look who's talking Bombay!?!
"LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU, MY POOR FLUFFY!?!"
Apparently they don't realize that the blood happens to be mine. But am I getting any comfort or support?
"It's okay, Omi-kun. Fluffy's still alive," Yohji replied calmly while trying to soothe the hysterical boy.
"NOW HE IS, BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER!?!" Must he continuously glare at me like that? How would you feel if the photo of the only family you had left got scratched by some hairy animal?
"Don't worry, we'll have a talk with Aya later," Ken mutters while also glaring at me. In fact, they all seem to be. It's starting to become rather frightening, when I think about it. I don't suppose they'll notice a bleeding, crouching man on the floor anytime soon, will they?
"YEAH WELL-hic," Oh lord, now the boy's hiccupping? What kind of crazy scene is this?
"-IF HE EVEN THINKS-hic-OF HARMING ONE HAIR-hic-ON FLUFFY'S HEAD THEN…" And this is how it continues for the rest of the morning. You know, I think a couple of our neighbors three miles away probably heard Omi's complaints. The most idiotic thing about the whole situation is that right now, I'm still lying on the floor, leg visibly bleeding and coat containing hairs who knows where. Hey, that rhymed! What do you know, I'm a poet! Aya's a poet!
Uh, as I was saying, um, the next morning was a slight repeat of the original night. Interestingly enough, only as the flower shop opened that day did Ken ask me, "Hey Aya? Was your leg bleeding last night?" He just noticed. You know, I think it ten out of ten normal people realize right away when someone is crouching on the floor, leg bleeding, that the person is in pain. But of course, Fluffy is way more important than the leader of Weiss. See how good of a job he does trying to battle Schwartz.
Fortunately, Omi has stopped pestering me and sticking post-its on my door reading "Bunny Harmer" and "I Like To Slice Open Poor Innocent Rabbits With My Katana." In fact, he's been a lot more secretive lately. All of Weiss, excluding me, seems to be as well. If I wasn't thinking clearly, I'd think they were plotting something against me, and no, this is not like that time Yohji constantly bothered me until it became point of insanity. This is real. Or not, seeing as it's Omi, Ken, and Yohji I'm dealing with. I must be insane for what seems like the millionth time this week. Still, I swear I saw a blueprint and Schwartz's business card the other day…
As usual with a slightly bleeding leg,
Aya