Author: Hikari, (Kit6ssJuno.com)
You know what? Sometimes I think I am such a flake. There was a big gap between the first and second chapters because I couldn't get any reviews, so finally I begged one of my brothers to go online and read it and then he told me that I had somehow blocked anonymous reviews................ how in the world did that happen? Anyway it's fixed and I'm fired up and ready to go, here comes chapter three!
Disclaimers: I definitely don't own most of the character (all in fact excluding Kit) so please don't sue me I'm only a poor high-school student!
What's going on: After saving the boys in the park Kit finds herself stuck in the middle of choice between her freedom or the assassins.
Cross from the Past
Chapter 3: 4 Men and a Girl = More Suitors than Ever
The living room was cloaked in deep silent, no one moved. On was side was Burma rebandaging Aya's arm while Yoji sat on the carpet smoking a cigarette which he pulled from God knows where. Across from them Kit was currently fixing Omi's wrapping while occasionally casting the evil eye toward Yoji and his cigarette. Ken sat beside her on the couch keeping an eye on the men across the room.
"You never answered me." Burma looked up as she stated the comment to the girl who notably stiffened at the statement.
"Maybe I don't want to yet."
"You'll have to soon."
"Whatever you old hag."
"There's no need to be mean."
"Right."
The four boys sat and watched the exchange with interest. To Omi it looked like the girl who was carefully tending to his arm was distracted. He gazed at her through his blonde bangs, she can't be older than me, as if sensing his gaze she looked up and Omi saw a pair of grey eyes that could rival Aya's in sheer coldness. Omi shivered and looked away. The silence continued.
Meanwhile even though she had looked at Omi, Kit was still deep in thought. Getting involved with Kritiker was not something she ever wanted to do, but if it meant she could save the men then she might have to. 'Why do you care so much about some assassins who wouldn't think twice about killing you if they were told to?' said that cold voice that always existed in the back of peoples minds, the one that doubted and wielded uncertainty at every turn. They need someone to save them if Persia won't, she argued back. Cloud gray eyes swirled as the internal battle continued but Kit knew that there was only one answer she could give.
"I accept." To herself she sounded to defeated, it made her stomach turn, and unconsciously she clenched a fist and waited for Burma's response.
"What does she accept Burma?" To her surprise the one to talk first was the crimson man who at the moment was staring at Burma with cold amethyst eyes.
"Members of Weiss, all of you, I would like to announce that the last mission to kill the traitors Omi and Ken has been retracted. And second I would like you to meet you new teammate, Catherine Ikaji."
Once again the room was bathed in the blanket of silence. The only sound that could be heard was 3 jaws simultaneously dropping and one grunt. Then came the stuttering demands for an explanation. From the beginning this is what Kit had expected to happen, ever since she had been sent that demanding e-mail, so she felt it was only fair that Burma be forced to explain. The girl leaned back onto the sofa and sank in comfortably, ready for the long night to come, she could feel all the eyes in the room on her but she shrugged it off.
Somewhere across town a red haired German also was listening intently, only he was listening through the mind of another. Blowing a puff of smoke he smiled wickedly before breaking the connection and walking and of his room to find his teammates, all the time thinking about the new kitten he could play with.
"You heard me correct Weiss." Burma shifted uncomfortable under their stare and adjusted her black skirt before continuing. "She will work with you from now on."
"She can't! She's not an assassin....she...she's not a murderer.... She's a girl!" Ken was totally flabbergasted at the thought of working with the girl. He ran a hand anxiously though his hair in distress. A few feet away Kit hid her smirk behind the pillow, which she hugged to her chest. Resting her head against its soft surface feeling its cool temperature on her slightly hot cheek.
"Not an assassin? So normal girls these days can break up a fight between professional assassins as easily as she did?" Burma raised a penciled eyebrow at Ken's lack of response. "Tell me Ken, do you have any idea who this girl is before making assumptions?"
Ken opened his mouth but nothing came out, shutting it he looked franticly to his teammates but they all still seemed to be in shock, excluding Aya who was staring at the girl in question intently. Ken felt defeat settle over him like a cloak so not feeling like making a total idiot of himself he leaned back against the side of the couch, he linked his hands behind his head in a clear display of indifference.
"I'm sure you're just be overjoyed to tell me."
"Very well Ken, I'll tell as much as I can. 14 years ago Kritiker started but it was just an experimental assassin group, the only members were a bunch of informants, Persia, and only one assassin in training. Persia decided it would be good to give that assassin a codename and since he was called Persia he named her Kitten. That is why you're all referred to as Persia's 'kittens'. The group progressed until about 6 years ago when something went wrong, the assassin rebelled and we were forced to deal with her. The incident involved—"
"That's enough Burma." All eyes turned to Kit, Omi noticed the pillow that she had been holding earlier was now clenched tightly in between her hands, he could almost feel the coldness roll off her.
"They don't need to know that." Kit continued then turned to the men spread around the room. "Burma wants me to join your group and I accepted for my own reasons, I was the original assassin and that's all you need to know." She looked them each in the eye before rising from the coach and exiting the room. When she left everyone in the room relaxed, all lost in their own thoughts for what the future held.
Later that night Ken lay awake in his bed. The fighting that had occurred last night seemed to only be a dream, but the hurt was still there. It was uncomfortable to be around Aya, and especially Yoji. He clenched his shirt with a shaking fist. It hurt so bad thinking about Yoji, would their relationship ever be the same?
The soccer player was unaware that a certain blonde man was standing outside his door, hand raised to knock but frozen in place. Yoji stood there uncertainly for what seemed like eternity before he dropped his hand with a sigh. Turning his back to the door he rummaged for a cigarette, the only thing at the moment that could help him think.
One Week Later
"Are you sure you're unpacked alright Cat?" Yoji asked using a nickname Catherine wasn't too happy with. She frowned at him and decided it was better to ignore the playboy. Today would be the first day she was supposed to work in the flower shop. She glanced at the clock, 5:30, and an ungodly time to be up in the morning by her opinion. She sighed as she stuck a piece of toast in the toaster. Moving yesterday had been a lot easier than she thought, maybe because she had little to move, or it could have been all the help from a genki boy who at the moment was barreling down the stairs.
"Good morning minna! Catherine how was your room last night, was it OK?" Cried Omi as he fished through the cupboard looking for his cherry pop- tarts. To bad for him Kit had just seen Ken wolf down the last one, oh well, ignorance is bliss they say.
"It was fine Omi." Omi had hopped from the cupboard to the fridge to get his usual iced cappuccino, the reason he could be so perky all the time. As her toast popped up Aya walked into the room, after rummaging in the fridge he grabbed an apple and sat down at the small table, he glanced around and frowned at Yoji, who was sitting on the counter. (Ken had already gone to start opening up shop) The 4 people ate in silence, preparing for the day ahead. Kit was glancing at Aya, the other assassins had welcomed her somewhat but Aya has yet to even acknowledge her existence.
Yoji jumped off the counter and stretched. "Come on kiddies, time to get to work!" Grinning like a madman he put one arm around Omi's shoulders and made an attempt to swing the other around Kit but she ducked and skipped in front of him out of reach. Yoji just sighed at her lack of willingness for contact. Kit ignored him again and walked out to the flower shop, if she was nervous no one could tell, it was hidden behind her usual mask of uncaring.
Things seemed to be going well in the group, but Kit could feel the slight tension in the air. It was to be expected considering the group was trying to kill each other just 1 week ago. She knew it would take some time for them to trust each other again.
As she walked into her new workplace Kit mused at what exactly a florist does, whatever it was she was certain it couldn't be that hard. Securing one of those annoying temporary "Hi! My Name is..." ID's on the front of her shirt she prepared for the day ahead.
................. ................ ................
5 hours, 7 broken pots, 2 angry customers, and 4 screwed up orders later Kit was reading for a break. She plopped down on a crate in the storage room and rested her head on her knees. How could the worlds' best assassin not get through one order of flowers without totally bombing it??????!!!! Kit felt like screaming in frustration but instead ended up venting her anger by thumping her fist into the floor, after the 5th hit her knuckles started to hurt so she decided to stop. Leaning back against a file-case she silently considered running away to America.
Outside in the almost empty store 4 boys were wondering almost the exact same thoughts. "Well, that was interesting." Omi chirped trying to lighten the mood. All it did was earn him 3 death glares.
"There must be something she can do without breaking anything!" cried Ken in frustration, punctuating his words by slamming a stack of papers down on the counter.
"She just needs time to learn." Replied Yoji from where he was finishing a flower arrangement for an upcoming wedding.
Aya finished ringing up their only customer at the moment and turned to regard the storeroom where Kit had run off to. If anyone was actually paying attention they might have noticed the slight grin that lasted on his face for about 2 seconds. "I have a great job for her."
Kit emerged from the storeroom a couple minutes later, ready to be yelled at for earlier. Suddenly a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, she bristled at the contact looked up in confusion to see Yoji grinning down at her evilly. Kit suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Hey Cat, we have a great job for you!"
"And that would be....?"
"Advertising!" He said it with a flourish of his hand like he was in a play.
"Advertising?" The bad feeling grew.
"Come with me, it's almost time!" He grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the door." Kit was very confused now, what time was it? She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was a quarter till 3, what was so important about that time?
30 Minutes Later
Kit stood outside the store in a sea of teenage girls and boys alike attempting to hold up a sign that read the sales of the day. She smiled fakely as she welcomed everyone around her, how was this supposed to be advertising, there's already too many people. There was no way she could know that the overwhelming group of boys was not a usual thing.
Inside Ken smiled as he watched Kit through the window, to anyone who didn't kind of know her she looked happy as can be, but he knew better. Surpressing a laugh at Aya's genius he turned to the sea of teenagers and daringly asked for the next order. A pretty girl stepped forward and aimed her puppy-dog eyes at him.
"Ken, if you needed help you could have just asked me, there was no need to hire that slut!" she whined. Ken raised an eyebrow, if Kit had heard her say that he couldn't really secure her safety against the young assassin.
"Like they'd hire you!" sneered a girl to Ken's right. Before Ken knew it a fight had started in the middle of the store. He heaved a heavy sigh before wading into the mob of people to break up the fight.
Is anyone lost yet? Please tell me if you are! I want Reviews! Anyway when Kit moves in with the guys she doesn't tell them her nickname is Kit so they either call her Catherine for now or Yoji calls her Cat.
In the next chapter it's Kit's first day of School, Fighting and a bunch of other crap ensues. Also the first mission with a new member!!! Yay! ;-p
You know what? Sometimes I think I am such a flake. There was a big gap between the first and second chapters because I couldn't get any reviews, so finally I begged one of my brothers to go online and read it and then he told me that I had somehow blocked anonymous reviews................ how in the world did that happen? Anyway it's fixed and I'm fired up and ready to go, here comes chapter three!
Disclaimers: I definitely don't own most of the character (all in fact excluding Kit) so please don't sue me I'm only a poor high-school student!
What's going on: After saving the boys in the park Kit finds herself stuck in the middle of choice between her freedom or the assassins.
Cross from the Past
Chapter 3: 4 Men and a Girl = More Suitors than Ever
The living room was cloaked in deep silent, no one moved. On was side was Burma rebandaging Aya's arm while Yoji sat on the carpet smoking a cigarette which he pulled from God knows where. Across from them Kit was currently fixing Omi's wrapping while occasionally casting the evil eye toward Yoji and his cigarette. Ken sat beside her on the couch keeping an eye on the men across the room.
"You never answered me." Burma looked up as she stated the comment to the girl who notably stiffened at the statement.
"Maybe I don't want to yet."
"You'll have to soon."
"Whatever you old hag."
"There's no need to be mean."
"Right."
The four boys sat and watched the exchange with interest. To Omi it looked like the girl who was carefully tending to his arm was distracted. He gazed at her through his blonde bangs, she can't be older than me, as if sensing his gaze she looked up and Omi saw a pair of grey eyes that could rival Aya's in sheer coldness. Omi shivered and looked away. The silence continued.
Meanwhile even though she had looked at Omi, Kit was still deep in thought. Getting involved with Kritiker was not something she ever wanted to do, but if it meant she could save the men then she might have to. 'Why do you care so much about some assassins who wouldn't think twice about killing you if they were told to?' said that cold voice that always existed in the back of peoples minds, the one that doubted and wielded uncertainty at every turn. They need someone to save them if Persia won't, she argued back. Cloud gray eyes swirled as the internal battle continued but Kit knew that there was only one answer she could give.
"I accept." To herself she sounded to defeated, it made her stomach turn, and unconsciously she clenched a fist and waited for Burma's response.
"What does she accept Burma?" To her surprise the one to talk first was the crimson man who at the moment was staring at Burma with cold amethyst eyes.
"Members of Weiss, all of you, I would like to announce that the last mission to kill the traitors Omi and Ken has been retracted. And second I would like you to meet you new teammate, Catherine Ikaji."
Once again the room was bathed in the blanket of silence. The only sound that could be heard was 3 jaws simultaneously dropping and one grunt. Then came the stuttering demands for an explanation. From the beginning this is what Kit had expected to happen, ever since she had been sent that demanding e-mail, so she felt it was only fair that Burma be forced to explain. The girl leaned back onto the sofa and sank in comfortably, ready for the long night to come, she could feel all the eyes in the room on her but she shrugged it off.
Somewhere across town a red haired German also was listening intently, only he was listening through the mind of another. Blowing a puff of smoke he smiled wickedly before breaking the connection and walking and of his room to find his teammates, all the time thinking about the new kitten he could play with.
"You heard me correct Weiss." Burma shifted uncomfortable under their stare and adjusted her black skirt before continuing. "She will work with you from now on."
"She can't! She's not an assassin....she...she's not a murderer.... She's a girl!" Ken was totally flabbergasted at the thought of working with the girl. He ran a hand anxiously though his hair in distress. A few feet away Kit hid her smirk behind the pillow, which she hugged to her chest. Resting her head against its soft surface feeling its cool temperature on her slightly hot cheek.
"Not an assassin? So normal girls these days can break up a fight between professional assassins as easily as she did?" Burma raised a penciled eyebrow at Ken's lack of response. "Tell me Ken, do you have any idea who this girl is before making assumptions?"
Ken opened his mouth but nothing came out, shutting it he looked franticly to his teammates but they all still seemed to be in shock, excluding Aya who was staring at the girl in question intently. Ken felt defeat settle over him like a cloak so not feeling like making a total idiot of himself he leaned back against the side of the couch, he linked his hands behind his head in a clear display of indifference.
"I'm sure you're just be overjoyed to tell me."
"Very well Ken, I'll tell as much as I can. 14 years ago Kritiker started but it was just an experimental assassin group, the only members were a bunch of informants, Persia, and only one assassin in training. Persia decided it would be good to give that assassin a codename and since he was called Persia he named her Kitten. That is why you're all referred to as Persia's 'kittens'. The group progressed until about 6 years ago when something went wrong, the assassin rebelled and we were forced to deal with her. The incident involved—"
"That's enough Burma." All eyes turned to Kit, Omi noticed the pillow that she had been holding earlier was now clenched tightly in between her hands, he could almost feel the coldness roll off her.
"They don't need to know that." Kit continued then turned to the men spread around the room. "Burma wants me to join your group and I accepted for my own reasons, I was the original assassin and that's all you need to know." She looked them each in the eye before rising from the coach and exiting the room. When she left everyone in the room relaxed, all lost in their own thoughts for what the future held.
Later that night Ken lay awake in his bed. The fighting that had occurred last night seemed to only be a dream, but the hurt was still there. It was uncomfortable to be around Aya, and especially Yoji. He clenched his shirt with a shaking fist. It hurt so bad thinking about Yoji, would their relationship ever be the same?
The soccer player was unaware that a certain blonde man was standing outside his door, hand raised to knock but frozen in place. Yoji stood there uncertainly for what seemed like eternity before he dropped his hand with a sigh. Turning his back to the door he rummaged for a cigarette, the only thing at the moment that could help him think.
One Week Later
"Are you sure you're unpacked alright Cat?" Yoji asked using a nickname Catherine wasn't too happy with. She frowned at him and decided it was better to ignore the playboy. Today would be the first day she was supposed to work in the flower shop. She glanced at the clock, 5:30, and an ungodly time to be up in the morning by her opinion. She sighed as she stuck a piece of toast in the toaster. Moving yesterday had been a lot easier than she thought, maybe because she had little to move, or it could have been all the help from a genki boy who at the moment was barreling down the stairs.
"Good morning minna! Catherine how was your room last night, was it OK?" Cried Omi as he fished through the cupboard looking for his cherry pop- tarts. To bad for him Kit had just seen Ken wolf down the last one, oh well, ignorance is bliss they say.
"It was fine Omi." Omi had hopped from the cupboard to the fridge to get his usual iced cappuccino, the reason he could be so perky all the time. As her toast popped up Aya walked into the room, after rummaging in the fridge he grabbed an apple and sat down at the small table, he glanced around and frowned at Yoji, who was sitting on the counter. (Ken had already gone to start opening up shop) The 4 people ate in silence, preparing for the day ahead. Kit was glancing at Aya, the other assassins had welcomed her somewhat but Aya has yet to even acknowledge her existence.
Yoji jumped off the counter and stretched. "Come on kiddies, time to get to work!" Grinning like a madman he put one arm around Omi's shoulders and made an attempt to swing the other around Kit but she ducked and skipped in front of him out of reach. Yoji just sighed at her lack of willingness for contact. Kit ignored him again and walked out to the flower shop, if she was nervous no one could tell, it was hidden behind her usual mask of uncaring.
Things seemed to be going well in the group, but Kit could feel the slight tension in the air. It was to be expected considering the group was trying to kill each other just 1 week ago. She knew it would take some time for them to trust each other again.
As she walked into her new workplace Kit mused at what exactly a florist does, whatever it was she was certain it couldn't be that hard. Securing one of those annoying temporary "Hi! My Name is..." ID's on the front of her shirt she prepared for the day ahead.
................. ................ ................
5 hours, 7 broken pots, 2 angry customers, and 4 screwed up orders later Kit was reading for a break. She plopped down on a crate in the storage room and rested her head on her knees. How could the worlds' best assassin not get through one order of flowers without totally bombing it??????!!!! Kit felt like screaming in frustration but instead ended up venting her anger by thumping her fist into the floor, after the 5th hit her knuckles started to hurt so she decided to stop. Leaning back against a file-case she silently considered running away to America.
Outside in the almost empty store 4 boys were wondering almost the exact same thoughts. "Well, that was interesting." Omi chirped trying to lighten the mood. All it did was earn him 3 death glares.
"There must be something she can do without breaking anything!" cried Ken in frustration, punctuating his words by slamming a stack of papers down on the counter.
"She just needs time to learn." Replied Yoji from where he was finishing a flower arrangement for an upcoming wedding.
Aya finished ringing up their only customer at the moment and turned to regard the storeroom where Kit had run off to. If anyone was actually paying attention they might have noticed the slight grin that lasted on his face for about 2 seconds. "I have a great job for her."
Kit emerged from the storeroom a couple minutes later, ready to be yelled at for earlier. Suddenly a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, she bristled at the contact looked up in confusion to see Yoji grinning down at her evilly. Kit suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Hey Cat, we have a great job for you!"
"And that would be....?"
"Advertising!" He said it with a flourish of his hand like he was in a play.
"Advertising?" The bad feeling grew.
"Come with me, it's almost time!" He grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the door." Kit was very confused now, what time was it? She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was a quarter till 3, what was so important about that time?
30 Minutes Later
Kit stood outside the store in a sea of teenage girls and boys alike attempting to hold up a sign that read the sales of the day. She smiled fakely as she welcomed everyone around her, how was this supposed to be advertising, there's already too many people. There was no way she could know that the overwhelming group of boys was not a usual thing.
Inside Ken smiled as he watched Kit through the window, to anyone who didn't kind of know her she looked happy as can be, but he knew better. Surpressing a laugh at Aya's genius he turned to the sea of teenagers and daringly asked for the next order. A pretty girl stepped forward and aimed her puppy-dog eyes at him.
"Ken, if you needed help you could have just asked me, there was no need to hire that slut!" she whined. Ken raised an eyebrow, if Kit had heard her say that he couldn't really secure her safety against the young assassin.
"Like they'd hire you!" sneered a girl to Ken's right. Before Ken knew it a fight had started in the middle of the store. He heaved a heavy sigh before wading into the mob of people to break up the fight.
Is anyone lost yet? Please tell me if you are! I want Reviews! Anyway when Kit moves in with the guys she doesn't tell them her nickname is Kit so they either call her Catherine for now or Yoji calls her Cat.
In the next chapter it's Kit's first day of School, Fighting and a bunch of other crap ensues. Also the first mission with a new member!!! Yay! ;-p