After much fussing by Omi, Yoji finally sat down with a wince and was fed by Omi, who made him a breakfast. Aya silently came down the stairs, looked at the soccer ball, then walked into the kitchen and made his own breakfast even though Omi protested slightly. Omi sighed and scratched his head before sighing a little. He washed his dishes and Yoji's, since Yoji had finished his food by this point. Omi worked industriously while Yoji lounged tiredly in a chair and Aya ate hi food. After a while, everything was finished, and the dishes were left on the drying rack. Omi and Yoji sighed. Aya shook his head. All three went over to the rack hat held their aprons and the three of them walked towards the flower shop. As Aya rested his hand on the door Omi asked, "Where's Ken? Shouldn't he be back by now?" Aya paused. Yoji snorted. Omi wore a sweatdrop pinned to his head.
"He'll be back in time," Aya said and opened the door to the Koneko. The three descended into the Koneko and began the preparations for opening. Yoji grumbled throughout the whole thing as Aya told him what to do and Omi made himself useful in as many places as possible since ken wasn't there to share the workload. The three weren't entirely prepared when the fan-girls appeared and swarmed them. Omi was stuck behind the cash register; more girls there just to see and attempt to talk to him then buy anything. Aya, as always, stayed perfectly calm and dealt with his swarm as he usually did-he ignored them. Yoji was teasing his girls with his charm even though he wasn't interested in them because they were too young for his taste. The swarm that was accumulating was slowly overwhelming Omi. He was being pressed on all sides. Some wanted to buy flowers, other just swarm about him and others-well, he didn't really know why they were there. Yoji saw his young partner's peril and slowly made his way to the register and relieved Omi. Omi retreated happily to a place where the swarm would have to be controlled. Slowly the swarm died to a trickle then to almost nothing. Omi and Yoji were looking quite tired while Aya looked disgruntled. They looked at each other, sharing a silent, collective sigh. Omi smiled weakly at his fellow members of Weiss. "I'll take first shift here; you two rest, okay?" Omi said tiredly. Yoji protested, "But you look tired! I can take care of this. YOU should be the one to rest. Weekends are really the only time you have off, even from Weiss." Aya opened the door. "If he wants to do the shift, let him. Let's just hope that Ken returns soon. Otherwise..." he trailed off and exited the room, letting the phrase hang in the air. Both Omi and Yoji donned sweatdrops before Omi looks at him seriously.
"Yoji, I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, but you just look so tired, like you always do on weekends. You usually get to rest because Ken is here. That idiot...why isn't he here?!" Yoji grumbled for a while after that, but Omi just smiled a little and gently pushed Yoji towards the door.
"I'll be fine," he said with a smile and pushed Yoji through the doorway to the apartment before closing it again, blocking Yoji's entrance to the shop. Yoji continued to mutter slightly, but retreated into the living room to relax and gather himself after the trauma of the fan-girls.
Aya had disappeared into his room where he reverently took out his katana and unsheathed it slowly before sliding it back in with a small click and a tiny sigh as he stands again.
Omi had stationed himself behind the counter again and as Obaa-chan sat and stroked her cat, he slowly drifted into dreamless sleep from still waking so early and then having himself pulled into a multitude of directions by the girls. Maybe he should have taken Yoji's offer...
He didn't have much time to ponder this, for he quickly fell asleep.
