Hello again. Here's another chapter for this fic, and I had some fun
thinking this up. I know the ending on the last chapter was a bit abrupt,
but these chapters will just most likely be snippets of the whole event,
things that stand out. Anyways, to say thank you to those who reviewed:
Anya: Thank you for pointing that out. The site that I got my information about Weiss Kreuz spelled his name like that, but from this chapter I'll do it the way you suggested it. Gomen ne.
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Thank you! I don't expect many reviews, being a new writer for Weiss Kreuz. I mostly write Yu-Gi-Oh fics or Gravitation ones. This is just like an experiment, expanding my boundaries, but thank you for the kind thoughts.
Shihoshi Ryu: Thank you. My main fear was that I'd be way off character, and I hope I'm not. But it's nice to know you think my work funny, which was some part in my aim. Hopefully you'll find this one funny too.
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich.
Summary: The guests are coming, but are Weiss ready?
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It was a nice evening, the sun had just set yet the sky still retained some light, letting the color slowly deepen into the deep navy blue that made the stars seem to sparkle and glow in the dark. Street lights were lit and the soft circles of light chased away the shadows of the dark. A nice breeze fluttered throughout the night, brining with it refreshment in the air. All in all, it was a beautiful calm night...
However the members of Weiss were very oblivious to it. At the moment, with the Koneko closed for the night and fan girls sent back home, Weiss was in what could only be described as a chaotic mess. Pots were being clanged, instructions being shouted, remarks being rebutted, laziness toiling, and the occasional SHI-INE from Aya when things got out of hand.
Taking a closer look at Weiss and its chaotic mess, we can see that Youji had gracefully laid his body on the couch, comfortably reclined in a manner that told you he was not going to move. Hands were locked behind his head, and emerald eyes lazily drifted over the remaining teammates. The occasional teasing remark passed his lips and only provoked Aya who was desperately trying to close down on the urge to get his katana.
Aya was glaring at said teammate, disapproving his lack of work as he set the table for the guests to come. His very movement showed his agitation and frustration at the lack of movement from Youji, but it was Ken that distracted him next for just at that moment a soccer ball whizzed past his head and a screech from Omi was emitted from the kitchen.
Ken had intended at first to do the dusting and cleaning up after the stray objects that were strewn about the apartment, Youji's jacket, Omi's books, the occasional arrow, his soccer bag, and most importantly his soccer ball. It was that item that had gotten him off track. He was doing fine at first, making good do, putting away Omi's books and arrows', making sure that the apartment itself was presentable. However when he had gotten to his things, he got a bit distracted, first just kicking the ball to bring it to his room, but then he noticed that his foot was not hitting the soccer ball correctly and adjusted it, making sure that the ball his the intended target the bottom of the stairs. Satisfied he tried again and again, making sure he had gotten correct each time and before he knew it the ball went flying from his feet to Omi's territory of the kitchen.
Omi was in charge of dinner and had occupied himself with much mixing, dicing, and tasting. His face flushed from the heat and at the moment the soccer ball that had knocked him off his feet. The wooden spoon with which he had been about to taste the soup was still clutched in his hand and when the apologetic face of Ken nervously peeked in Omi looked quite threatening with his wooden spoon and glowering expression.
"Ken-kun!"
"Gomen ne Omi-kun, are you okay?"
Glower, glare
"I was fine, until a soccer ball came hurtling towards me."
Blush, laugh nervously
"My fault Omi-kun, gomen."
It was then the soccer ball came hurtling back towards it owner and Ken just barely caught it, breath knocked out of him. Wheezing Ken walked out of the kitchen with a valuable lesson in mind. Never interrupt Omi from his soup tasting or feel his wrath.
Youji had then gotten up from his couch, feeling the need to take a nice stroll around the apartment. A cigarette on his lips waited to be lit and as he fumbled for the lighter, the stick of nicotine and tobacco and various other life-threatening ingredients was snatched from his lips. Pale fingers flicked the white stick in the trash can while cold eyes glared at him. Youji frowned at the aspect of his precious cigarette wasted.
"Don't smoke in the apartment."
"You didn't have to throw it away Aya."
"Hn"
Giving up on any further conversation with Aya he make his way to the kitchen where Omi was busy finally tasting his soup. Seeing that the cook was distracted he took this chance to dip his finger into the sauce and take a self taste however his hand was stopped when a wooden spoon rather painfully whacked his knuckles. Rubbing his hand he glanced down to see Omi glowering at him, wooden spoon ready at use.
"Don't even think about it Youji-kun."
"But Omittchi, it just looked so good I had to try it myself!"
"You'll get a good taste at dinner."
"Can't I just get a taste now?"
"No."
Youji's fingers slowly crept towards the pot once more and just as the fingers was about to dip in for a quick taste, the wooden spoon once more came into use as Youji was whacked not on the knuckles like last time, but his head.
"Itai!"
"You've had worse!"
"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!"
"And I thought that Schwartz had problems getting along."
Both turned to see the liquid fire mane of Schuldich and the stark almost colorless white of Farfarello's short cropped hair. Crawford stood behind them, proud and threatening as his glasses gleamed. As usual he was dressed in his suit, pristine and immaculate. One wondered if he even owned a pair of pajamas that didn't somewhat represent a suit. Nagi was dressed as a regular teen should be dressed as, jeans a loose tee-shirt. Of the four, Nagi seemed the most normal of them all and immediately wandered off to the living room after a quick wave and greeting. Omi returned the wave before apologizing.
"Gomen nasi, we didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, did you ring the door bell? Or even knock?"
"Youji-kun, be nice!"
"Actually he's right, we picked the lock. You seemed a bit occupied."
Schuldich shrugged before taking off his coat and throwing it at Youji, a grin apparent on his lips.
"Go make yourself useful, you've been the least productive here."
About to open his mouth Youji donned on a look of anger until Aya strolled in. He didn't even seem surprised to see Schwartz in their kitchen. He just nodded before grabbing an armful of napkins. All eyes followed Aya until he left the room.
"You know, I swear sometimes he has your gift Crawford."
All nodded vaguely. Then suddenly a small squeak made them turn to Omi who was hurriedly turning off the stove.
"Youji-kun, take their coats and put them in the closet. And tell Ken-kun dinner's ready too."
Grumbling Youji glared at the smug look on Schuldich's face before he took Crawford's coat too. Farfarello simply stared at Youji with no expression before handing him his own coat. As Crawford, Farfarello, and Schuldich filed out of the kitchen and into the living room a soccer ball flew into the kitchen again. Once more Omi was knocked off his feet and clutching his wooden spoon once more he felt his face flush from anger.
"KEN-KUN!"
In the living room Schwartz saw Ken frozen with a look in impending doom upon him. They followed his gaze to see an Omi with a wooden spoon in his hand, a soccer ball by his feet and a look on his face that promised much pain.
"Oh, Ken-kun...you left your soccer ball in the kitchen again..."
Ken took one look at Omi's face, gulped, and ran for his life.
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Gomen ne if that was shorter than the other chapter. I kinda felt it wasn't all that good. I hope you enjoyed reading it though. Next chapter is sort of ambiguous. If you have any ideas or anything you want to see in the chapters to come, please tell me and I might do it. I'm thinking about doing a mission scene next with both Weiss and Schwartz fighting together. Tell me if you want to see anything specific or any pairings. I'm open to all ideas. Please read and review! Ja ne until the next chapter!
Anya: Thank you for pointing that out. The site that I got my information about Weiss Kreuz spelled his name like that, but from this chapter I'll do it the way you suggested it. Gomen ne.
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Thank you! I don't expect many reviews, being a new writer for Weiss Kreuz. I mostly write Yu-Gi-Oh fics or Gravitation ones. This is just like an experiment, expanding my boundaries, but thank you for the kind thoughts.
Shihoshi Ryu: Thank you. My main fear was that I'd be way off character, and I hope I'm not. But it's nice to know you think my work funny, which was some part in my aim. Hopefully you'll find this one funny too.
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich.
Summary: The guests are coming, but are Weiss ready?
[][][]
It was a nice evening, the sun had just set yet the sky still retained some light, letting the color slowly deepen into the deep navy blue that made the stars seem to sparkle and glow in the dark. Street lights were lit and the soft circles of light chased away the shadows of the dark. A nice breeze fluttered throughout the night, brining with it refreshment in the air. All in all, it was a beautiful calm night...
However the members of Weiss were very oblivious to it. At the moment, with the Koneko closed for the night and fan girls sent back home, Weiss was in what could only be described as a chaotic mess. Pots were being clanged, instructions being shouted, remarks being rebutted, laziness toiling, and the occasional SHI-INE from Aya when things got out of hand.
Taking a closer look at Weiss and its chaotic mess, we can see that Youji had gracefully laid his body on the couch, comfortably reclined in a manner that told you he was not going to move. Hands were locked behind his head, and emerald eyes lazily drifted over the remaining teammates. The occasional teasing remark passed his lips and only provoked Aya who was desperately trying to close down on the urge to get his katana.
Aya was glaring at said teammate, disapproving his lack of work as he set the table for the guests to come. His very movement showed his agitation and frustration at the lack of movement from Youji, but it was Ken that distracted him next for just at that moment a soccer ball whizzed past his head and a screech from Omi was emitted from the kitchen.
Ken had intended at first to do the dusting and cleaning up after the stray objects that were strewn about the apartment, Youji's jacket, Omi's books, the occasional arrow, his soccer bag, and most importantly his soccer ball. It was that item that had gotten him off track. He was doing fine at first, making good do, putting away Omi's books and arrows', making sure that the apartment itself was presentable. However when he had gotten to his things, he got a bit distracted, first just kicking the ball to bring it to his room, but then he noticed that his foot was not hitting the soccer ball correctly and adjusted it, making sure that the ball his the intended target the bottom of the stairs. Satisfied he tried again and again, making sure he had gotten correct each time and before he knew it the ball went flying from his feet to Omi's territory of the kitchen.
Omi was in charge of dinner and had occupied himself with much mixing, dicing, and tasting. His face flushed from the heat and at the moment the soccer ball that had knocked him off his feet. The wooden spoon with which he had been about to taste the soup was still clutched in his hand and when the apologetic face of Ken nervously peeked in Omi looked quite threatening with his wooden spoon and glowering expression.
"Ken-kun!"
"Gomen ne Omi-kun, are you okay?"
Glower, glare
"I was fine, until a soccer ball came hurtling towards me."
Blush, laugh nervously
"My fault Omi-kun, gomen."
It was then the soccer ball came hurtling back towards it owner and Ken just barely caught it, breath knocked out of him. Wheezing Ken walked out of the kitchen with a valuable lesson in mind. Never interrupt Omi from his soup tasting or feel his wrath.
Youji had then gotten up from his couch, feeling the need to take a nice stroll around the apartment. A cigarette on his lips waited to be lit and as he fumbled for the lighter, the stick of nicotine and tobacco and various other life-threatening ingredients was snatched from his lips. Pale fingers flicked the white stick in the trash can while cold eyes glared at him. Youji frowned at the aspect of his precious cigarette wasted.
"Don't smoke in the apartment."
"You didn't have to throw it away Aya."
"Hn"
Giving up on any further conversation with Aya he make his way to the kitchen where Omi was busy finally tasting his soup. Seeing that the cook was distracted he took this chance to dip his finger into the sauce and take a self taste however his hand was stopped when a wooden spoon rather painfully whacked his knuckles. Rubbing his hand he glanced down to see Omi glowering at him, wooden spoon ready at use.
"Don't even think about it Youji-kun."
"But Omittchi, it just looked so good I had to try it myself!"
"You'll get a good taste at dinner."
"Can't I just get a taste now?"
"No."
Youji's fingers slowly crept towards the pot once more and just as the fingers was about to dip in for a quick taste, the wooden spoon once more came into use as Youji was whacked not on the knuckles like last time, but his head.
"Itai!"
"You've had worse!"
"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!"
"And I thought that Schwartz had problems getting along."
Both turned to see the liquid fire mane of Schuldich and the stark almost colorless white of Farfarello's short cropped hair. Crawford stood behind them, proud and threatening as his glasses gleamed. As usual he was dressed in his suit, pristine and immaculate. One wondered if he even owned a pair of pajamas that didn't somewhat represent a suit. Nagi was dressed as a regular teen should be dressed as, jeans a loose tee-shirt. Of the four, Nagi seemed the most normal of them all and immediately wandered off to the living room after a quick wave and greeting. Omi returned the wave before apologizing.
"Gomen nasi, we didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, did you ring the door bell? Or even knock?"
"Youji-kun, be nice!"
"Actually he's right, we picked the lock. You seemed a bit occupied."
Schuldich shrugged before taking off his coat and throwing it at Youji, a grin apparent on his lips.
"Go make yourself useful, you've been the least productive here."
About to open his mouth Youji donned on a look of anger until Aya strolled in. He didn't even seem surprised to see Schwartz in their kitchen. He just nodded before grabbing an armful of napkins. All eyes followed Aya until he left the room.
"You know, I swear sometimes he has your gift Crawford."
All nodded vaguely. Then suddenly a small squeak made them turn to Omi who was hurriedly turning off the stove.
"Youji-kun, take their coats and put them in the closet. And tell Ken-kun dinner's ready too."
Grumbling Youji glared at the smug look on Schuldich's face before he took Crawford's coat too. Farfarello simply stared at Youji with no expression before handing him his own coat. As Crawford, Farfarello, and Schuldich filed out of the kitchen and into the living room a soccer ball flew into the kitchen again. Once more Omi was knocked off his feet and clutching his wooden spoon once more he felt his face flush from anger.
"KEN-KUN!"
In the living room Schwartz saw Ken frozen with a look in impending doom upon him. They followed his gaze to see an Omi with a wooden spoon in his hand, a soccer ball by his feet and a look on his face that promised much pain.
"Oh, Ken-kun...you left your soccer ball in the kitchen again..."
Ken took one look at Omi's face, gulped, and ran for his life.
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Gomen ne if that was shorter than the other chapter. I kinda felt it wasn't all that good. I hope you enjoyed reading it though. Next chapter is sort of ambiguous. If you have any ideas or anything you want to see in the chapters to come, please tell me and I might do it. I'm thinking about doing a mission scene next with both Weiss and Schwartz fighting together. Tell me if you want to see anything specific or any pairings. I'm open to all ideas. Please read and review! Ja ne until the next chapter!