Disclaimer: I want to own Weiss Kruez. drools over mental image of eight bishies to do my bidding But I don't. cries as thought bubble pops

AN: Ok…I know there are other fics I need to be working on, but come on! Was I supposed to let such a well developed idea slip out of my head? Besides, I've been in such a WK mood lately. I'm working on this, two separate (more then likely one shot) humor fic ideas, and 'Fremdgehen'…plus, I've got an idea for another Schwarz centered fic. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the rest of my fics…I just need to get more ideas on them. Now, on to my first Schwarz-Centric fic.

Chapter One – "A New Mission"

Smoke filled the small apartment as Michiyo made her way to her brother's room. "Ranji! Ranji!" She called. She forced the door open, coughing slightly. She saw a frail looking man with white-silver hair. "Ranji! Wake up! We have to get out!" She began to pull him to his feet.

"What's going on, Michi?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"Come on….if we don't hurry we won't make it."

Ranji pulled himself to his feet, leaning on his sister for support. Michiyo pulled him out the door. As they reentered the smoke filled hallway, Ranji began to cough.

"Just hold on." She begged. "We'll get you out of here."

She had just stumbled out the door of the building when the firefighters arrived.

"What happened, miss?" One asked as a group of others ran inside.

"I fell asleep, and forgot to turn the stove off." Michiyo lied. "My brother needs help…he's sick."

It was a few hours later before she could talk to her brother alone.

"I'm so sorry…" She said, lowering her face, unable to look at her brother surrounded by hospital equipment. "I dreamt about Mama…and I remembered what Papa said. When I woke up, the room was on fire."

"Don't get upset Michi." The man replied. "It's not your fault."

"Yes it is. Because of me, we don't have a home."

Ranji started to reply, but began to cough roughly. When he didn't catch his breath after a moment, Michiyo became concerned.

"Ranji?" She asked, standing and moving to his side. It was now she noticed there was blood in the hand he'd covered his mouth with.

She paged the nurse, and was sent outside while they worked. A few moments later, her brother was wheeled from his hospital room.

"What's happening?" She asked.

"The doctor feels the need to operate. We'll keep you posted." Was all the nurse said before leaving.

'This is all my fault.' She thought with a sigh, despising herself, and her unwanted gift.

Nagi slumped low in his chair. Why was health mandatory? It was so boring. All he wanted to do was go home, boot up his computer, and tune out Schuldig and Farfarello as much as possible until Crawford made him go to bed.

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Sakamoto-Sensei." The class chorused.

Nagi looked up, a smile almost gracing his face. The one thing that made this class bearable was Sakamoto-Sensei. She had replaced the previous health teacher at the start of the semester. She was young, well, early twenties at least, and quite pretty. All the guys thought so.

"I hope you are all looking forward to the upcoming break, I know I am." The teacher smiled. "As I'm sure you all know, since it will be the start of a new semester, we'll be starting a new section once you return."

Nagi blinked. She couldn't mean…?

"I'm sure by now there isn't much I can teach you that television hasn't already, however I still have to teach it." She faced the class with a very serious face. "I expect you to all act very mature this coming semester while we cover Sex Education."

Nagi gave a small sigh. He now remembered why he wasn't looking forward to this subject.

"Now, there are some new textbooks that go along with this subject." She motioned to a stack of books in the corner. "Can someone please take up the old books? Midori-san, would you?"

"Yes, Sakamoto-Sensei." A girl with black hair and bright green eyes stood and began to collect the books.

"I'd like to go ahead and pass out the new books today, so we can jump right in when we get back." The teacher moved to the corner and began to pick up the new books. "I may need some help…Naoe-san?"

"Yes, Sakamoto-Sensei." Nagi said with a small sigh. Why him of all the people in the class? He stood and moved to the corner, taking some of the new textbooks.

Youji had just started to pull the grate down when a woman walked up.

"I know those legs!" He exclaimed, raising the gate again to greet a woman with shoulder length silver hair and blue eyes. "Michiyo-san! I was beginning to think you dumped me for a new florist."

Michiyo laughed. "Is it too late for me to pick something up?" She asked.

"Of course not, Michiyo-san." Omi said, coming up to greet the woman. "For you, I'm sure we can stand to stay open a little longer."

"You're so sweet, Omi-san." She said, beaming at the teen.

"Youji, I thought I said to close up." Aya said as he came in.

"I'm sorry, Aya-san, I had a meeting, and couldn't come any sooner." Michiyo gave the redhead an apologetic bow. "I won't be long."

"Alright…but don't make a habit of it." Aya said, less annoyance showing in his voice then usual. She bought a bouquet once every two weeks for the last three years, how could Aya turn away such a regular?

"What will it be today?" Omi asked. "The usual?"

"No…I think I want something different." She smiled. "Today's a special day, after all."

"Hey…isn't today your birthday?" Ken asked after a moment of thought. He remembered her asking for something special around this time last year, and the year before.

"Sure is…and my brother's too." She replied. "I need something special for his grave to celebrate."

"I think I know just the thing!" Omi said as he ran off to gather the flowers.

"Hey, Michiyo-san…" Youji said, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "What do you say we celebrate your birthday together?"

"Youji, if she turns you down every time you ask, why do you keep trying?" Ken asked.

"So sue me, I'm determined." Youji replied before looking at the woman for an answer.

"Thank you, Youji-san…but no thank you." She replied. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

Omi returned with two identical bouquets. "Here you go, Michiyo-san."

"They're beautiful…but I only need one."

"Consider it a buy one, get one." Aya said, coming very close to a smile.

"I think that's Aya's way of saying Happy Birthday." Ken added.

"Thank you…all of you." She paid for the flowers and turned to go. "I'll let you guys close up now." She said with a smile.

As she was leaving, she passed a woman with bright red hair. 'Another regular, perhaps?' She pondered before continuing on her way.

Nagi sighed as he entered the house he shared with the other members of Schwarz. He mentally prepared himself for the usual activities; Schuldig annoying him from the moment he entered, Farfarello sitting to one side, cleaning his knives, and Crawford locked away in his office.

Instead, he found all three of his teammates sitting in the living room, a very serious feeling in the air. This type of feeling usually accompanied very difficult missions.

"What's going on?" He dared to ask after a moment.

"New mission, Chibi." Schuldig replied, his usual smirk present on his face.

"Who's the target?"

Crawford passed him a picture. Nagi looked it over. It was a young woman with shoulder length white-silver hair and deep, midnight blue eyes. Nagi blinked for a moment. "Sakamoto-Sensei?"

AN: Ok…So I know not much happened plot wise here, but it's coming, I promise. Please R&R and let me know how things are going so far. I promise things will pick up in the next chapter.

I'm not very familiar with how Japanese school systems work, so I'm kinda basing everything on American high school. Also…Nagi's name is Naoe, isn't is?