I don't know exactly where this fic came from. I was looking at a fanart of Omi, and it just sprang forth. I hope you like it. I'll try to keep it going. Oh, and I know I said I wasn't going to post on anymore, but this was too good to keep under wraps. -

As always, none of the characters (unless otherwise stated) belong to me. They all belong to Takehito Koyasu-sama, and the rest of the Weiss troupe, Shin'ichiro Miki, Seki Tomokazu, and Yuuki Hiro. Or is it Hiro Yuuki? I can never remember…. sweatdrops


He stretched luxuriously, enjoying the warm afterglow of a night of terrific sex. Although he didn't make a habit of it, some women were worth it twice.

"Mmmm, Yohjiii?" His partner of the night rolled over with him, smiling like a cat who got away with the cream. "Why are you up so early?"

Kudo Yohji just smirked, and patted her thigh. In Yohji-speak, this was a clear invitation to get ready for another go, and she giggled.


"HEADS UP!"

One of the kids barely dodged the flying black and white ball. He made a leap for it, blocked, and was subsequently tackled.

"Ken-kun!" One of the soccer-moms was pulling up to collect her children, and probably the neighbors kids as well. "Ohayou!"

"Ohayou-gozaimasu, Sonada-san!" Hidaka Ken called back, bouncing the ball on his knees. "See you at tomorrows game?"

She nodded, and, having rounded up the gaggle of children, was off, leaving Ken with nothing to do but wait for the time when he could go see about a new job.


"Ran-chan!"

He stirred, but only a little.

"RAN CHAN!"

At the indignant outcry, he finally managed to roll over, and blearily creak one eye open. He immediately hissed, and scurried back under the covers, the sunlight streaming in through his unshielded windows.

She sighed, and yanked the covers off him. "You need to get up, Ran-chan. Saki-chan's waiting on you, you know. And the flowers won't wait."

Fujimiya Ran sighed, having decided that his sister could die after he'd had some coffee.


He ducked under the flying bullets, returning a few of his own. His men had failed, as he'd known they were going to. It was highly unfortunate; they'd seemed so promising.

His clip emptied, and he slammed another one in, barely wasting a breath of time. Still, that one breath nearly cost him his life, or his position, as he came across two people he'd thought never to see again.

Brad Crawford, and Schuldig of Schwarz.


Yohji missed his old friends from time to time, but after having spent three years in America after Weiss broke apart, he was able to deal fairly well. He and Aya - no, it was Ran now that his sister was awake - still kept in touch from time to time, and occasionally he'd recieve a hastily scrawled postcard from Ken around christmas and birthdays. Omi had seemingly dropped from the face of the earth. Manx also called infrequently, usually to tell him to come back to Japan for some reason or another. He'd just seen the latest girl off home - it was around noon, and he was fixing himself a sandwhich, when the doorbell went off.

/Huh. Karrin must have left her purse again, or something.../ He thought, throwing on a pair of jeans to answer the door in.

The very last thing he'd been expecting stood there. Manx stuffed her gun in his face, and tossed a duffel bag at him.

"Yohji, get your things together. We're going back to Japan."


Ken had just made it home after an exceptionally long day at work, and he was looking forward to sitting down and watching a game. He'd gotten settled and turned the TV on when he heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he got back up to answer it.

Birman stood there, languishing against the wall, a gun casually held by her thigh.

"Siberian? No, Ken. Sorry, Ken, but I need you to get some clothes together. We're going on a little trip."

He couldn't do anything but gape at her stupidly until she waved the three pound piece of metal in her hand. "Now."

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