Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss, this is just a for fun kinda thing.
Warning: Angst. And angst comes with blood. There is no spoilers and no Yaoi lemon scenes. Sorry.
X-tra note: '...' means a thought.
"..." is of course, talking.
All that was years ago. Weiss had already put this chapter of their dark past behind them. They had finally moved on. Omi was now 21, Ken was 23, and Aya 24.
"COME ON!!" Laughed Ken, "CHUG IT OMI-CHAN," The small blond held a large glass of alcohol and looked at it glumly.
"It doesn't look very good Ken-kun..." Leaning closer to the bottle, Omi took a wift of the beverage, "Guak! And it smells like... EW!" Ken stared at Omi impatiently.
"Guak? What kinda noise is that?" Laughed Ken, "Now that your 21, you can drink this without fear! Besides, we've been sitting here for an hour and you haven't drunk anything! So come on, drink something!" The older assassin smiled as Omi, against his will, downed the beer. "See Omi? Now wasn't that good? Omi-chan?" The poor Bishounen wobbled dangerously on the bar stool. Ken reached over just in time to catch the boy as he fainted. "Whoops...better get you home and to bed..." Silently Ken laughed, "Guess you weren't ready for the brown stuff!"
Ken lifted the boy from the bar stool and proceeded to exit the bar. The assassin hoisted Omi onto his Kawasaki and revved up the engine after he jumped on. Their lives were great! Drinking all day, assassinating at night. No longer did the three own the flower shop. After Scwartz had discovered where they had lived, staying there would be all too dangerous. Yet, none of the Weiss members seemed to mind. Being florists was way too boring! For now, Weiss resided in a large apartment complex. Three rooms, three stories, and ¥100,000 for the land lord.
Aya was about the only one with a job. Even though they made more than enough money assassinating, Aya didn't want to look suspicious. He is now the stocking shelves extrodinare at the local Kinokuniya bookstore. What a great, rewarding, job upgrade!
Omi didn't exactly have a job but he did go to college. In fact, he went straight to college after high school. Ken couldn't believe that Omi was getting straight A's and he never was tardy and never late. All this on top of getting no sleep. The boy had to be a super human of some sort.
The Brunette sighed as he drove into his garage and slowed to a stop. With a grunt, Ken hoisted Omi off the bike and dragged him inside.
"Aya! We're home!" Ken called out to the red head. The other assassin came into the room and as soon as he did, his jaw dropped.
"What did you do to him?!"
Grinning, Ken answered, "Well, I decided to take Omi drinking and well, to make a long story short, he drunk that pint a little TOO quickly," Aya glared at Ken.
"Idiot. Just take him into the bathroom upstairs and lay him down on his side." Again Aya glared extra hard at Ken, "Don't ever take him with you again."
As Ken dragged Omi away and into the bathroom, he muttered, "Well he's going to go someday, why not it be with me, you deprived ice cube..."
Aya sighed just after he plopped down onto the couch in their living room. The red head couldn't help but think, 'Being a florist was so much more fun...Everyone's so tense nowadays. We try to act like our old selves, happy but... but... we can never go back to that day... that time... Wish it was like the old days ... Ken ... Omi ... Me... ... ... ... ... Yoji...,' Silence filled the room as Aya looked down at the ground. Shuffling through his pocket, Aya pulled out his pair of car keys and debated whether or not to visit Yoji's grave.
"You going somewhere?" The brunette reentered the room. Quickly Aya shoved the keys back into his pocket.
"No... why?..." Siberian sat next to Aya and smiled slightly.
"Are you thinking about him again? Still?" Slowly, Aya nodded, as Ken thought he would. "Well, If you keep doing this, you know you'll never heal! I mean, look at me and Omi! We're still smiling, laughing and living our lives." Aya gave Ken a death glare.
"So?! Do you want ME to forget so that WE can make the same mistakes we did THAT night again on ANOTHER mission night?! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?! And if we do forget... Yoji will never live on!"
"OK ok! Cool your jets man! If you wanta go then go, It's not like I'm going to stop you. SHEESH," Aya stood up suddenly and stomped outta the room. A loud slam could be heard from the front door and soon after that, the engine rumbled. The rumbling grew quiet as Aya drove away.
"What's everyone's problem?" Whispered Ken as he stood up to go to his room. "Aya? Why do you make yourself re-live what happened four years ago? It's in the past... You need to let it go..." Ken jumped out of his trance just as he heard Omi retch all over the bathroom floor. Hurriedly, Hidaka dashed over to the bathroom and opened the door. Huge blue orbs stared at him upon his arrival.
"Ken-kun... I don't feel so good...,"
"It's alright... I'll get you some new clothes... Actually, I'm surprised you woke up so quickly... You were really out!" Omi looked at Ken with a slight smile. Hidaka left the room and headed to Omi's so that he could get the boy some unsoiled clothes. 'Omi... you can drink little but, you recover just like....' The brunette shoved his hand against his head. 'Don't give in to Aya, Ken-Ken! GEEZE why did he have to remind me of our old friend? Now I'm never going to forget...' Just grabbing some random clothes, Ken walked back to the bathroom.
"Here you go Omi."
"Arigatou..." With the help of Ken, Omi climbed to his feet. His knees were still shaking as he entered his bedroom to change. "You know...Ken... Thanks, I'm already feeling better,"
Surprise still overcame the man, "REALLY? You've only been home for what....thirty minutes? An hour at the MOST? And your already feel better?! ... ..." Ken's surprise turned into a grin, "Well I'm glad you feel better, don't get me wrong..," He was about to run his hand through Omi's hair but decided otherwise when he noticed that throw up coated it. "Ano... Omittchi?"
"What is it Ken-kun?"
"Go take a shower before you change will ya?"
"Oh, OK," Omi blushed slightly, "I smell that bad?"
"Yeah and your head is coated." Sighed Ken as he pulled a towel from the closet just outside Omi's room and gently gave it to the Bishounen. "Here you go." Without much more chatter, Omi walked to the second bathroom that was in their house. Ken looked at the throw up spewed across the bathroom floor. He felt queasy just looking at it.
Cleaning up was not an easy task. Ken couldn't even look at it and definitely did not want to smell it. Taking another towel from the closet, Ken tossed it to the floor and used his right foot to clean up.
"Squishy, squishy, squishy. EWWWW!!!," The throw up had soaked through the towel and onto Ken's unprotected feet. "That is SO uncool!" Hopping on his left foot, Ken tossed his other sticky foot into the sink. Reaching over it, Ken turned on the hot water and washed it. Slowly, behind him, the throw up began to expand, coming towards him.
Just as soon as he finished washing, Ken brought his foot out of the sink and spun around. Stupidly closing his eyes and walking forward in triumph, Ken felt something slimy squish between his toes. His eyes opened in horror.
"UWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The scream came suddenly, causing Omi to slip and fall in the shower. 'Why did Ken scream?! Is something wrong?!' Omi began to worry so he jumped out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and ran to the other bathroom.
"What's wrong Ken-Ken?!?!" Omi yelled, worried for Ken's safety.
"It's IT'S TOUCHING MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Replied Ken. Jumping into the room with but a towel on, Omi was shocked.
"It's only throw up! You can easily clean it up!" Ken's scared face turned to that of his normal self.
"Omi... " The brunette was looking up and down his body. "You came to save me dressed in just a towel?" The blond assassin blushed deeply and charged out of that bathroom and into the other. "HeeHee," Ken evilly laughed. Just then, he slipped off of the counter and into the puddle of barf. His whole front side and face was covered in the chunky substance.
"ACCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! OMIIII!!!! SAVEEEEE MEEEE!!!!" A gurgling sound was made as Ken's face was swallowed by the liquid.
But Omi this time didn't come right away. The boy finished his shower SLOWLY and walked into his room. After combing his hair, brushing his teeth and putting on his clothes, Omi decided to check on Ken. The brunette laid face down in the throw up.
"Ken-kun!" Exclaimed Omi as he turned over the man. "Ano... Ken?" The figure whom laid on the floor looked at him through softened eyes.
"Thank you... so much for saving my life..."The brunette coughed as he reached for Omi's hand, but it was not given to him. Omi looked at him with a slight hint of disgust on his face.
"Ken, you need to take a shower... you smell bad." Omi stood up, washed his hands and gracefully jumped over the puddle of puke. "I'll cook dinner tonight! Just clean up that throw up!"
"I feel hurt," sighed Ken, now quick to clean up. He was dirty anyways so it really didn't matter if he touched the orange stuff or not.
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Aya just couldn't believe that Ken would be so cold. The ex-florist sighed. Ken at times was acting more like Aya than Aya was. But over the years since Kudou's death, Aya noticed that it seemed that all three of the Weiss felt that they had to fill in the spot where Yoji should be. Each one of them acted different from how they used to act. During missions, the remainder of Weiss had a little more trouble. No longer could they just split up equally, they had to do groups of one and two. Of course Kritiker offered a new teammate but in a unanimous vote, the assassins refused to work with another and turned down the idea.
Now here they were, fighting extra hard on mission nights just to stay alive. Killing the targets wasn't as easy as it used to be. None of Weiss ever could imagine how hard life would be with only three members. Aya shrugged off the idea that they couldn't take care of themselves during a mission without four people.
When Aya was nearing the graveyard, he noticed how quickly dark and glum the sky had become. 'Just like us... a moment we're bright and hopeful, another moment and we're gray and depressed.'
As the red head pulled into the grave yard, he spotted a suspicious shadow hovering above Yoji's grave. Hurried, the Aya slammed his foot onto the breaks and just as the car stopped, he jumped out.
"Who are you?!" He questioned the character with growing anger in his voice while stepping towards the shadow. The figure seemed to turn towards the assassin. A slight chuckle escaped the mystery man's lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know..."
Author's note: Well here's another chapter, if people like it and WANT me to continue, then I will. Anyways please review and send me ideas on what to do next!! Thx
Warning: Angst. And angst comes with blood. There is no spoilers and no Yaoi lemon scenes. Sorry.
X-tra note: '...' means a thought.
"..." is of course, talking.
All that was years ago. Weiss had already put this chapter of their dark past behind them. They had finally moved on. Omi was now 21, Ken was 23, and Aya 24.
"COME ON!!" Laughed Ken, "CHUG IT OMI-CHAN," The small blond held a large glass of alcohol and looked at it glumly.
"It doesn't look very good Ken-kun..." Leaning closer to the bottle, Omi took a wift of the beverage, "Guak! And it smells like... EW!" Ken stared at Omi impatiently.
"Guak? What kinda noise is that?" Laughed Ken, "Now that your 21, you can drink this without fear! Besides, we've been sitting here for an hour and you haven't drunk anything! So come on, drink something!" The older assassin smiled as Omi, against his will, downed the beer. "See Omi? Now wasn't that good? Omi-chan?" The poor Bishounen wobbled dangerously on the bar stool. Ken reached over just in time to catch the boy as he fainted. "Whoops...better get you home and to bed..." Silently Ken laughed, "Guess you weren't ready for the brown stuff!"
Ken lifted the boy from the bar stool and proceeded to exit the bar. The assassin hoisted Omi onto his Kawasaki and revved up the engine after he jumped on. Their lives were great! Drinking all day, assassinating at night. No longer did the three own the flower shop. After Scwartz had discovered where they had lived, staying there would be all too dangerous. Yet, none of the Weiss members seemed to mind. Being florists was way too boring! For now, Weiss resided in a large apartment complex. Three rooms, three stories, and ¥100,000 for the land lord.
Aya was about the only one with a job. Even though they made more than enough money assassinating, Aya didn't want to look suspicious. He is now the stocking shelves extrodinare at the local Kinokuniya bookstore. What a great, rewarding, job upgrade!
Omi didn't exactly have a job but he did go to college. In fact, he went straight to college after high school. Ken couldn't believe that Omi was getting straight A's and he never was tardy and never late. All this on top of getting no sleep. The boy had to be a super human of some sort.
The Brunette sighed as he drove into his garage and slowed to a stop. With a grunt, Ken hoisted Omi off the bike and dragged him inside.
"Aya! We're home!" Ken called out to the red head. The other assassin came into the room and as soon as he did, his jaw dropped.
"What did you do to him?!"
Grinning, Ken answered, "Well, I decided to take Omi drinking and well, to make a long story short, he drunk that pint a little TOO quickly," Aya glared at Ken.
"Idiot. Just take him into the bathroom upstairs and lay him down on his side." Again Aya glared extra hard at Ken, "Don't ever take him with you again."
As Ken dragged Omi away and into the bathroom, he muttered, "Well he's going to go someday, why not it be with me, you deprived ice cube..."
Aya sighed just after he plopped down onto the couch in their living room. The red head couldn't help but think, 'Being a florist was so much more fun...Everyone's so tense nowadays. We try to act like our old selves, happy but... but... we can never go back to that day... that time... Wish it was like the old days ... Ken ... Omi ... Me... ... ... ... ... Yoji...,' Silence filled the room as Aya looked down at the ground. Shuffling through his pocket, Aya pulled out his pair of car keys and debated whether or not to visit Yoji's grave.
"You going somewhere?" The brunette reentered the room. Quickly Aya shoved the keys back into his pocket.
"No... why?..." Siberian sat next to Aya and smiled slightly.
"Are you thinking about him again? Still?" Slowly, Aya nodded, as Ken thought he would. "Well, If you keep doing this, you know you'll never heal! I mean, look at me and Omi! We're still smiling, laughing and living our lives." Aya gave Ken a death glare.
"So?! Do you want ME to forget so that WE can make the same mistakes we did THAT night again on ANOTHER mission night?! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?! And if we do forget... Yoji will never live on!"
"OK ok! Cool your jets man! If you wanta go then go, It's not like I'm going to stop you. SHEESH," Aya stood up suddenly and stomped outta the room. A loud slam could be heard from the front door and soon after that, the engine rumbled. The rumbling grew quiet as Aya drove away.
"What's everyone's problem?" Whispered Ken as he stood up to go to his room. "Aya? Why do you make yourself re-live what happened four years ago? It's in the past... You need to let it go..." Ken jumped out of his trance just as he heard Omi retch all over the bathroom floor. Hurriedly, Hidaka dashed over to the bathroom and opened the door. Huge blue orbs stared at him upon his arrival.
"Ken-kun... I don't feel so good...,"
"It's alright... I'll get you some new clothes... Actually, I'm surprised you woke up so quickly... You were really out!" Omi looked at Ken with a slight smile. Hidaka left the room and headed to Omi's so that he could get the boy some unsoiled clothes. 'Omi... you can drink little but, you recover just like....' The brunette shoved his hand against his head. 'Don't give in to Aya, Ken-Ken! GEEZE why did he have to remind me of our old friend? Now I'm never going to forget...' Just grabbing some random clothes, Ken walked back to the bathroom.
"Here you go Omi."
"Arigatou..." With the help of Ken, Omi climbed to his feet. His knees were still shaking as he entered his bedroom to change. "You know...Ken... Thanks, I'm already feeling better,"
Surprise still overcame the man, "REALLY? You've only been home for what....thirty minutes? An hour at the MOST? And your already feel better?! ... ..." Ken's surprise turned into a grin, "Well I'm glad you feel better, don't get me wrong..," He was about to run his hand through Omi's hair but decided otherwise when he noticed that throw up coated it. "Ano... Omittchi?"
"What is it Ken-kun?"
"Go take a shower before you change will ya?"
"Oh, OK," Omi blushed slightly, "I smell that bad?"
"Yeah and your head is coated." Sighed Ken as he pulled a towel from the closet just outside Omi's room and gently gave it to the Bishounen. "Here you go." Without much more chatter, Omi walked to the second bathroom that was in their house. Ken looked at the throw up spewed across the bathroom floor. He felt queasy just looking at it.
Cleaning up was not an easy task. Ken couldn't even look at it and definitely did not want to smell it. Taking another towel from the closet, Ken tossed it to the floor and used his right foot to clean up.
"Squishy, squishy, squishy. EWWWW!!!," The throw up had soaked through the towel and onto Ken's unprotected feet. "That is SO uncool!" Hopping on his left foot, Ken tossed his other sticky foot into the sink. Reaching over it, Ken turned on the hot water and washed it. Slowly, behind him, the throw up began to expand, coming towards him.
Just as soon as he finished washing, Ken brought his foot out of the sink and spun around. Stupidly closing his eyes and walking forward in triumph, Ken felt something slimy squish between his toes. His eyes opened in horror.
"UWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The scream came suddenly, causing Omi to slip and fall in the shower. 'Why did Ken scream?! Is something wrong?!' Omi began to worry so he jumped out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and ran to the other bathroom.
"What's wrong Ken-Ken?!?!" Omi yelled, worried for Ken's safety.
"It's IT'S TOUCHING MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Replied Ken. Jumping into the room with but a towel on, Omi was shocked.
"It's only throw up! You can easily clean it up!" Ken's scared face turned to that of his normal self.
"Omi... " The brunette was looking up and down his body. "You came to save me dressed in just a towel?" The blond assassin blushed deeply and charged out of that bathroom and into the other. "HeeHee," Ken evilly laughed. Just then, he slipped off of the counter and into the puddle of barf. His whole front side and face was covered in the chunky substance.
"ACCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! OMIIII!!!! SAVEEEEE MEEEE!!!!" A gurgling sound was made as Ken's face was swallowed by the liquid.
But Omi this time didn't come right away. The boy finished his shower SLOWLY and walked into his room. After combing his hair, brushing his teeth and putting on his clothes, Omi decided to check on Ken. The brunette laid face down in the throw up.
"Ken-kun!" Exclaimed Omi as he turned over the man. "Ano... Ken?" The figure whom laid on the floor looked at him through softened eyes.
"Thank you... so much for saving my life..."The brunette coughed as he reached for Omi's hand, but it was not given to him. Omi looked at him with a slight hint of disgust on his face.
"Ken, you need to take a shower... you smell bad." Omi stood up, washed his hands and gracefully jumped over the puddle of puke. "I'll cook dinner tonight! Just clean up that throw up!"
"I feel hurt," sighed Ken, now quick to clean up. He was dirty anyways so it really didn't matter if he touched the orange stuff or not.
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
Aya just couldn't believe that Ken would be so cold. The ex-florist sighed. Ken at times was acting more like Aya than Aya was. But over the years since Kudou's death, Aya noticed that it seemed that all three of the Weiss felt that they had to fill in the spot where Yoji should be. Each one of them acted different from how they used to act. During missions, the remainder of Weiss had a little more trouble. No longer could they just split up equally, they had to do groups of one and two. Of course Kritiker offered a new teammate but in a unanimous vote, the assassins refused to work with another and turned down the idea.
Now here they were, fighting extra hard on mission nights just to stay alive. Killing the targets wasn't as easy as it used to be. None of Weiss ever could imagine how hard life would be with only three members. Aya shrugged off the idea that they couldn't take care of themselves during a mission without four people.
When Aya was nearing the graveyard, he noticed how quickly dark and glum the sky had become. 'Just like us... a moment we're bright and hopeful, another moment and we're gray and depressed.'
As the red head pulled into the grave yard, he spotted a suspicious shadow hovering above Yoji's grave. Hurried, the Aya slammed his foot onto the breaks and just as the car stopped, he jumped out.
"Who are you?!" He questioned the character with growing anger in his voice while stepping towards the shadow. The figure seemed to turn towards the assassin. A slight chuckle escaped the mystery man's lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know..."
Author's note: Well here's another chapter, if people like it and WANT me to continue, then I will. Anyways please review and send me ideas on what to do next!! Thx