Yeah, yeah insert usual disclaimer here. I'm getting tired of trying to think of spiffy ways to write that I don't own Weiß.

Note: Italics are designated as thoughts or anything going on mentally... minus insanity of course. ^_^

Chapter 4

The morning started out slow in the Koneko for Yohji. The store lay dead and the only thing that kept him busy was the opening and setting up of the flowers. Yohji glanced over at Aya. The man was busy with a flower arrangement that was going to be picked up in an hour. The brunette realized then, how working in a flower shop suited the red haired man. Delicate precision was required in a job as this and the unemotional man had all of that, unlike the brunette himself who had the flair of lazy, idleness about him.

Yohji turned away quickly when Aya turned around. He went back to count down the draw of the cash register to see if the correct amount of money was still in there from last night, when they had closed the place down. One... Two... the man counted the money slowly. He glance out of the top of the sunglasses he had decided to put on before coming down and winced as the sun hit his eyes. He was sorely tempted to tell the red head standing a few feet away from him that he was feeling sick, but he knew that Aya would see right through it as an attempt to be away from the store this early in the morning. He also remembered though that he had a reason to for staying and the reason still stood working on the arrangement from earlier.

Yohji finished counting the money just as a horde of customers rushed into the store and for hours, he didn't have time to even look at his heart's desire.

"Thank you, come again," He was saying to a customer when he felt the stare of someone on his back. He turned around and saw no one behind him but Aya who had his back turned to him. The man was busy taking care of one of his fangirls that hung around the store.

Yohji had to fight back the surge of jealousy that flashed through him as he watched Aya talk to the girl in front of him. He shook his head and turned his head to see if there was another customer to be waited on.

The whole day went on like that for Yohji. Always he would get the feeling of someone watching him from behind. He would turn around only to find no one looking at him. It was beginning to grate on his nerves. Oh, he knew he was good looking and that people would stare at him all the time, but to be ogled so when he wasn't looking appalled the playboy. He wanted to know whom it was that was staring at him at all times. Ok, so he was a flamboyant show off when it came to his sex appeal but hey, he had to keep the women... or men, as you will, happy.

Soon enough the evening came, heralding that both men were off their shift. They left the shop to Omi and Ken who just as soon as they walked in were surrounded by a multitude of screaming schoolgirls from their own fan clubs. Yohji shook his head and felt a momentary burst of pity for the two boys having to deal with those girls on their own. He left the shop though to get ready for the made up date that he had that night.

Just as he was adding the final additions to his outfit, the phone started ringing. Hurrying down stairs, he ran and picked up the phone and after a few minutes of talking, he hung it up and pasted a downcast look to his face. He turned around and saw Aya standing behind him. Aya had one of his eyebrows raised and a hint of curiosity lingered on his face then left as his unemotional mask fell into place.

"Who was that on the phone?" Aya asked Yohji.

"My date..." Yohji pouted. "She just called up and canceled the date with me."

"Aa," was the response from Aya as he turned around and left the room again.

Yohji stared off in the direction Aya had left. A smile slowly spread over his face as he realized his ruse worked. I can't believe it, he thought to himself as he wandered back up into his room and changed into another set of clothing he was fond of wearing. That phone call was timed just perfectly. I can't believe my luck!

He continued his rejoicing until a knock on the door interrupted him. He called out through the door. "What is it?"

Ken's voice came through the door slightly muffled, "Yohji, Manx is here with a mission."

"Alright, I'm on my way down." He said.

Taking a few more minutes to look at himself in the mirror before leaving the room, Yohji finally went back into the mission room and walked over to Manx. "Hey there," he said to her wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "You finally decided when you want to set that date with me?"

Manx looked at the playboy beside her and shrugged out of the man's embrace. "The mission is a critical one boys." She said as she pulled out a tape and handed it to Omi.

After Manx left from Yohji's arms, the tall man walked over to his usual chair and sat down. He was slightly curious over to what the mission would be and if it was actually as bad as the woman was making it out to be. He shook his head and watched as Omi popped the tape into the VCR.

The room darkened as the lights were turned off and the screen on the TV sprang to life as the silhouette of Persia came on. The room stood silent as the four men almost eagerly awaited the words of their boss to tell them where they had to go and what they had to do.

"Weiß you have a new mission," the dark shadow spoke up after sitting there for a few seconds. "With each passing day, more nuclear weapons are being smuggled into the country. Two men are doing this. They are both former underlings of Takatori, Reiji." The picture of the two men flashed on the screen. They were both the sort of men people would not want to trust on first glance. Their faces looked as if they were weasels. "Their names are Toshihiko and Shuji. Weiß your mission, destroy the two men and disarm the weaponry. Hunters of the night, deny these black beasts their tomorrows!"

After saying his customary ending, the video shut off. The four men looked at one another, then looked at Manx.

"So, are you four in?" She asked.

They all nodded and walked over to the red haired woman. Grabbing the folders out of her hand, they all went into their respective rooms to go over the material that was given to them and to prepare for the coming mission.

~~OO~~

Yohji glanced around the night-covered parking lot. Aya stood beside him, looking cold as ever, while Ken paced back and forth. His claws extending and retracting while he kept balling his fists up. The ex soccer player was eager to get on with the mission at hand. Yohji turned his eyes downward to look at the youngest member of the team. Omi was sitting on the ground with his laptop, quickly clicking away on the black keys trying to find a way to hack into the buildings security system. He didn't want the alarms to go off as soon as Aya and Ken walked into the place.

Finally, Omi stopped typing away and looked up, "does everyone remember what we're doing?" He asked, looking at the other three in turn.

Yohji nodded his head and pulled out a cigarette, "Yeah we do, chibi, Aya and Ken will go after the two men. While you cover their backs over the security system. I will stay around here to watch you." He lit the cigarette and inhaled.

Ken and Aya nodded after Yohji said all those things.

"Alright, lets get started then." Omi said and watched a few seconds as Aya and Ken stalked off.

Yohji leaned back against his car as the two men left and looked over at the computer genius, who was at that moment busy typing away at his keys. This is going to be a dull mission tonight yet I can't help but have a bad feeling about this whole mission. He thought as he threw his dead cigarette on the ground. He looked at Bombay once more. The boy was too involved with his typing and no one was around so Yohji decided to leave the boy. He didn't want to distract him after all. The lives of Aya and Ken were at stake.

Quietly, like a cat, he stalked off in the direction Aya went a few seconds earlier. He knew they would all be angry for him for leaving his post but, he had a feeling that if he didn't then something would go wrong. He hated that feeling since it had to do with the one he loved.

Shaking his head, he entered the building. He looked around and groaned aloud. Two doors leading in opposite directions stood in the lanky man's way. At that point he began to wish that he had given Aya a tracking device, but then again he realized that he didn't know he was going to follow the red headed man until both he and Ken had walked away. He walked over to one of the doors and opened it. Specks of blood littered the walls and at that point, Yohji came the conclusion that Aya had gone off in that direction. Only a Katana would have blood splatter like that. He continued to move on.

He would pause every so often to look around. The trail of blood that he had seen earlier still leading him towards, what he hoped was, his final destination. The feeling in the pit of his stomach continued to grow until he felt that he was about to scream. He started to run hoping that he would make it to Aya in time, for what… he didn't know but he just knew that he had to get there and fast.

He continued to run until he came to another set of doors. This time they were together and led to the same place. Cautiously he opened them and glanced around. Aya stood in the center of the room, his back to the lanky blonde. One of the targets stood in front of the red haired man, holding a wicked looking gun. Off to the side of Weiß's leader another man stood in the shadows, pointing a gun at him. Aya didn't see the man in the shadows and a feeling of cold dread passed through Yohji.

He slid into the room unseen and crept over to the man in the shadows. Silently he snuck up behind the man and unleashed some of his wire from the wristwatch. He kept his eyes trained on Aya to make sure he timed it perfectly. Because, if his feeling was correct the man he was behind would choose the exact moment Aya struck the main target, as an opportunity to catch the red haired man off guard. He would fire upon him in that second.

Aya unsheathed his katana in one swift move. Running forward, he lunged at the man in front of him, neatly sliding the blade into the target's chest and. The target had no time to react to Aya's sudden charge so he just stood there. His blood flew everywhere. Yohji, at that time, chose to wrap the clear, thin wire around the hidden man's neck. As Yohji was strangling the man, a shot was fired from the gun held in his grasp, causing Aya to turn around and stare at the two.

Soon the man's struggling ceased, telling the playboy that the man was dead. He let go of the wire and the man dropped to the floor with a thud. He turned around. Aya stood there looking at Yohji, anger plainly written on the pale man's face. Yohji swallowed nervously.

"Why are you following me, Kudoh?" Aya asked in a steely voice.

"Well…" Yohji hesitated. "Omi sent me to follow you."

"That's bullshit, Kudoh. Tell me, why are you following me and while you're at it. Why were you at my window last night."

Oh, shit… he knows… Yohji thought as he stood staring at the angry looking red head in front of him.

Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long for me to update this, but as you can see I've got another fic I'm working on at the same time, so what I do is work on one chapter for each story...

Brad: She does that to give herself a break from going into over load for just one story.

*shrugs* So? It keeps me from getting a bad case of writers block. *coughs* anyway... Thanks for the death threats everyone! *looks around* you guys know who you are ^_^. Don't worry I actually find them funny but anyway, as you can see I've finally brought out chapter 4. Erm, anyway I'll go now. I don't know what else to put for this note. Review it please? Or are all of you getting sick about me asking for reviews? Ohhhhhh wait I forgot to say... Thanks for the reviews I got on the last chapter and thanks, everyone who's read this reviewed or didn't review. Ja ne!