As Yet Untitled
By Craw/Brad.

Disclaimer: Well, the fact that I am still doing this fic is proof that I don't own Weiss. I never have or will I ever claim the right to this creation of god. So, please do not sue me, because in the words of a little Farfi in my head, Not suing Craw hurts god!

Author's Notes: I haven't updated in a while, but I haven't been able to get through to my beta. I'm so sorry about that. So this is un-betaed...

Chapter 6 ~ The Plan

Some one was calling his name. Opening one eye, he saw a ceiling that was unfamiliar. For a minute he couldn't remember where he was, then he heard the person that had woken him speak again. "Omi-kun! Come on! We leave in twenty minuets and you still need to eat diner." Omi turned his head slightly and caught sight of the brown haired assassin's smiling face.

"Ok, Kenken." Omi said, finally opening the other eye and sitting up. A brief moment later he said "Oh! Ken, I am so sorry!"

Ken not being the brightest crayon in the box, asked "For what?" (A/N: This is NOT Ken bashing! I love Ken and this is just stating a fact. I am not trying to imply that he is stupid, if this hadn't come out of my head I would have been as lost as he is.)

"For taking your bed!" Omi answered with a blush. "You were up all night, and now we have a mission."

"That is where you are wrong, Omi, my dear!" (A/N: I meant this to be an Ha-ha-I-am-the-brightest-crayon-in-the-box type comment, I did not mean to make it sound like he was hitting on Omi.) Ken said triumphantly. "I wasn't in the shop, playing florist all day. I got a nap this afternoon."

"Oh." was the most intelligent answer that Omi could come up with.

At this, Ken chuckled. "Come on, we don't what your food to get cold!" Ken said as pulled Omi out of bed and into another hug. (A/N: Ok, maybe he was hitting on Omi.)

As they entered the kitchen, Omi's arm around Ken waist, five pairs of eyes turned on them. Each held a distinct emotion. Amethyst eyes were directed at Ken holding nothing but contempt. Silver eyes were turned on Omi with the same look. Two sets of dark brown eyes looked at the two of the in awe, and a set of green held a new found respect.

"What did I miss?" Omi whispered to Ken, although it was a waste of effort.

There was a silence in the room, which was only broken when Ken replied, quite a bit louder that Omi, "I told a few war stories!" he announced happily.

The only reply that Omi made was to turn away, and pretend that everything was normal. "Whats for diner?" He asked to the room in general.

"Pizza!" Daren said with a smile. A smile that lead Omi to wonder, what war stories had Ken told them?

"Thank you." Omi said as Daren handed him a plate with a slice. He took the plate and noted that it was his favorite kind, mushroom! (A/N: I am lying to you, I really have no ideal what Omi's favorite pizza is, If any one knows tell me! Until then, you can pick a kind to insert here, if mushroom doesn't work for you.) He quickly ate as the rest of the room watched. He then stated flatly to the room, "We leave in five minutes." With that he went to the living room to retrieve his darts and crossbow, before proceeding to his car. From here he got the trench coat that was always in the back, just in case.

After he was ready, he went to check on the others. He found them still in the kitten, In the same places that they were three minutes earlier. "Um? Is everyone ready to go?" he asked, eying them all. For his efforts, he was rewarded by two identical glares from Ty and Aya. "Scary." he said under his breath.

"Understand," Ty said in a commanding voice, "the only reason they I am letting you go on this mission is that you have a personal tie to the target," Ty added in a much softer voice, one that made Omi wounder if he had heard right, "and Ken."

Well, what ever the last part was, it didn't matter. "No!" Omi burst out, "You , understand. The only reason that I am letting you go is that we may run into some other old friends. There is no way that we could beat them with out Yohji, so you get to come. But under stand, while you may live in your old house, and you might do your old job, we are still Weiss." Omi stated, with a glare to rival his and Aya's. "Scott, you and Ty will go with Abyssinian to hit the secondary target. Daren and John will sit in the cars waiting for our return. Ken and I will go after the primary target."

There was a minuet of silence as every one considered their assignment. The silence continued while everyone waited to see if anyone would argue. When no one did, Omi left thought the door. "We will take my car and that of Abyssinian's." he stated without looking back.

Omi, Ken, Daren, and John piled into one car, as the other three got into Aya's. They all sat in silence as the drove to the warehouse out side the city.

TBC

Ok, so it is short. So kill me. (gunshot heard in background) I didn't mean to really try and kill me! What do you think? Review!