Part Five
"Oi, Ken! Where is everyone? Are we expected to get this place up and running all by ourselves?"
Setting down a crate of daffodils to be displayed out front, Ken brushes the dirt from his hands while turning to face Youji, who is burdened with his own armful of flowers. The pair has been busying themselves setting up for a day of hard work, having driven early to find a suitable parking spot in the nearby town from which they can sell their flowers and keep up appearances.
It had been a quiet, lonely ride, despite there being one extra passenger in the RV.
"Omi said he was going to help Shioshiro find some clothes. I think they're digging through everyone's stuff to find something that'll work. But..." the brunette trails off, wiping the sweat from his brow with a weary look at the barely risen sun. "...but I don't know where Aya is. Haven't seen him since we parked."
Youji nods, unable to think of anything he can say that might lift his friend's spirits.
Ken and Ran have yet to speak a word to one another despite everyone's attempts to help ease the tension raging between them. And apart from getting heatedly angry and coming straight out to yell, "Damn it, you must love him if you have a son! Why can't you just admit it?!", something Ken probably wouldn't be too keen on anyway, Youji remains at a loss.
It was nearly a year ago when the brunette first admitted to Youji that he has serious feelings for their leader. Youji had suspected for quite some time, and finally cornered Ken in the basement to demand a confession. Ken gave in—reluctantly—and Youji has been his confidant ever since. Doing his best to aid in increasing Ken's confidence concerning the situation at hand, Youji has done all he can, falling just short of pushing Ken to confess his ever-growing devotion to the stoic redhead.
Of course, in the end, Ken didn't get much choice over when and how the object of his affection discovered the truth.
"How 'bout a smile KenKen." Youji says with a playful nudge at Ken's side, having come up next to his slightly disoriented and distant friend. Ken tries to smile back but is too plagued by uncertainty for the expression to come across as anything less than an act. "Look at things the way Shioshiro put it." Youji presses further. "If he exists, Aya has to have some feelings for you. He's just being stubborn. I'm sure he didn't expect things to get out in the open like this anymore than you did. By the time we're finished with this mission, you'll be snogging like there's no tomorrow."
Youji's flare for using abrasive truth so effectively causes Ken to genuinely laugh, even managing to retain a little of an honest to goodness smile.
He really is lucky to have a friend who understands him so perfectly; the tall blonde always knows how to make him feel better, even in the most hopeless of situations.
"You're awful, Youji." he chuckles, nudging the playboy as he had been nudged. "But...thanks. I know getting all worked up isn't going to get me anywhere. Aya has to come around on his own. If he comes around..."
"He will. Who wouldn't want to shag a sexy thing like you?"
Ken promptly blushes, nearly choking on the breath suddenly caught in his throat.
"Careful, Yotan. Don't be hitting on my father now." enters a new voice into the conversation, one that for a split second sounds enough like Ran to cause the hair on the back of Ken's neck to stand on end. He quickly realizes his folly, though, and turns with a smile to greet his...son.
Followed closely by Omi, Shioshiro has come out of the RV fully dressed in his new attire, which has undoubtedly been taken from Ran's clothing pack instead of one of the others. After all, their body types are nearly identical. It catches Ken off guard, though, seeing Shioshiro dressed as he is, because the young man is wearing one of Ran's signature looks—the infamous orange sweater and a pair of perfectly fit jeans.
"This old thing looks much better on Shio-kun, don't you think?" Omi grins, clearly proud of his creation. "I always thought the color clashed too much with Aya-kun's hair, but on a brunette it works nicely. I hope Aya won't mind."
"I do mind."
Four heads whip to the left where Ran suddenly appears from around the back of the RV. He must have been off in the town or buried somewhere in the trees around the park they have settled in. He wears mostly black, only the lavender of the shirt beneath his black jacket creating contrast that intensifies his violet eyes. His face is relatively blank, but certainly not happy.
"I gave no permission for you to go rummaging through my things." Ran accuses, focusing on Omi more than Shioshiro or the others. "Find him something else if you insist on playing dress up."
"Demo...Aya-kun..." Omi speaks up, always a little flustered when Ran looks at him with such barely controlled contempt. "You and Shioshiro are the same size. He won't fit anyone else's."
Ran's eyes unavoidably dart to the slightly smirking brunette, but quickly refocus on Omi. "He'll fit something else well enough. Those are my clothes."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Aya, you don't have to be such a prick." Youji growls, stepping just in front of Ken, which the brunette is very grateful for, even if Ran seems rather adamant about not looking at him. "Maybe we should just have the kid go around naked. Bet you wouldn't be able to dismiss that he's yours then."
Even Shioshiro looks a little stunned at that bold comment.
Clenching the fists at his side, Ran's violets narrow dangerously on Youji, move back to Omi, and finally dart quickly over the entirety of Shioshiro's very familiar looking body. "Wear whatever you want then. I don't care. But don't get comfortable. No matter who you are or how much we may tolerate you, you do not belong here. Once we have helped you with your silly crusade, you're going home. Wherever that may be."
A bit of stiff silence. At least for most of the others. But as always, Shioshiro remains undaunted.
Rather enjoying his new look, the brunette finds dealing with his more stubborn father a rare treat and isn't about to back down. "Being you seem so impatient, Ora...Fujimiya-san...why don't we get started?" He turns to the small blonde beside him. "Omiji, if you would be so kind as to get Miss Manx on the line, I will be back in a few minutes."
With a small bow, Shioshiro turns to head towards a small bridge a distance away that leads to a small scattering of spaced-out cottages.
The others are taken somewhat aback at this sudden retreat, Ken up hopping on the balls of his feet. "Ne...Hiro...where are you going?" he asks, voicing the question all of Weiss is currently thinking.
Turned away from the others, Shioshiro does his best to quell how much his smile twitches larger at hearing his father instinctively call him by the very name he is used to. True, Shioshiro had mentioned that Hiro-chan was his childhood nickname, but hearing it from those familiar lips still soothes him.
"Just going on an errand, Kento. Something small I can handle on my own." he speaks, without turning to face them.
There is a huff. Shioshiro does not even have to guess who it has come from. "You expect too much. Why should we trust you?" Ran asks bluntly.
A sigh. No question as to who has offered that, either. "Can it already, Aya. He's your son, alright? He's Ken's son. He doesn't want to kill us, or trick us, or...whatever else, okay?" Youji responds, sounding exasperated, as usual, sticking up for Shioshiro where Omi and Ken cannot. "You go on, kiddo. We'll get a hold of Manx and wait for you, just like you asked. Right?"
Another huff and the sound of departing feet. Another sigh, this one clearly from Ken, who feels defeated even without having entered the fight.
Shioshiro ignores his father's departure and finally pears back over his shoulder, quickly gathering up the others' gazes. "Be back before ya know it, Yotan...Omiji...Kento." he winks. The expression would be quite commonplace by now if it didn't look so unusual coming from Ran's eyes. "If I'm not back in an hour...wait two."
And off he goes, straight to the bridge and across it before disappearing amongst the houses and trees.
A small part of the others feel the same as Ran to the extent of not really knowing how to trust Shioshiro as fully as he is demanding of them, and yet...there is certain ease to it as well. They would trust Ran just as equally. Ken, too. Is following their offspring really that different?
For now, they are content enough to pretend it is not.
Following after Ran, who has gone inside the RV, the three remaining members of Weiss feel they have little choice or desire to do any less than everything Shioshiro has asked, especially if they hope to discover any more about the horrors that supposedly await them in years to come.
Ran is sitting on the couch when they enter, looking very pointedly out the back window if only to avoid looking at any of them. Ken sits down at the table, being the furthest spot from Ran—or, at least as far as he can get—but fails miserably at avoiding staring at the back of the man's lovely, red head. Omi goes straight to the computer to hook up the overhead and link through to headquarters where he hopes to contact Manx, while Youji stands just behind to hover over the smaller man's shoulder.
Another small huff as the computer turns on and Omi begins typing. The others choose to ignore it.
Bitter silence reigns a little too easily, but they are used to it. All of them have had moments when they wished one or more of their 'friends' was not in the picture—Ran when he found out Omi's lineage, Youji when Ken almost left Weiss for Yuriko, to name but a few—but most still consider one another to be friends regardless. Perhaps...the closest...the only friends some of them have ever had.
Ken forces himself to look away from Ran and down at his own hands wringing in front of him on the tabletop. Part of him believes this should be somehow...easier now, because, after all, he has a son with the man he loves. But Ran's firm opposition to the idea, to the very thought of them being involved romantically, is so unwavering, he feels even more lost and lonely than before. Ran is not easily moved by...anything. But...but why...why can't his resolve falter at least a little and prove that Shioshiro's existence means more than...pure chance?
That is the thought Ken is burdened by as he stares hard at his hands, lost in his thoughts with the click-clack rhythm of Omi typing on the keys. It will be a few minutes before the young hacker establishes a connection, and if and when Manx appears on the larger screen they have at the back of the RV, they still have to deal with figuring out just what they are supposed to tell her while waiting for Shioshiro to return. After all, they have very little knowledge as to what they are going to be expected to do. Does Shioshiro's plan mean they will no longer be Weiss at the mission's completion? If so...what will they do after living lives of death for so long...?
Sighing deeply, Ken darts his eyes back up, not really meaning to focus so instantly on Ran, but finding it unavoidable with the redhead sitting so directly in his line of sight.
His breath instantly catches. It seems so impossible, and yet...there is no doubt in Ken's mind that when he looked up and his eyes landed on Ran, a very somber pair of violets had been staring back at him. Upon being caught, Ran's expression instantly transformed into a fierce glare and he turned haughtily back to the window, but that initial look of melancholy...it had not been Ken's imagination.
'What aren't you telling me, Aya...?' the brunette thinks with suddenly overwhelming curiosity and hope. 'If you feel anything for me...why...why would you act this way? Why act like you hate me if you don't...?'
"I'm in, and I've left Manx a message to contact us ASAP." breaks in Omi's simple, matter-of-fact tone. He sits back in his chair and tilts his head up to look at Youji still above him. "I guess...we just have to wait."
"My favorite thing." Youji smirks, notably sarcastic. The playboy is not known for his patience, unless while on the hunt for a worthy prey. Preferably one with smooth skin and long legs. "How shall we occupy ourselves then? Early lunch? Calisthenics? Some honest conversation, anyone?"
'Oh yeah, you're subtle, Youji.' Ken internally groans, rolling his eyes with a small twitch sent in the blonde's direction.
No one responds to Youji's suggestion.
"Well, I sure ain't sitting around in silence while we wait. It's too early for customers, I'm too tired to move any more pots, and as pretty as you boys are, this is not the most pleasurable scenery. This is the perfect opportunity to talk things out. Shioshiro has left us all by our lonesome and Manx won't be getting back to us for awhile." Youji walks to the middle of the room and looks from Ran to Ken and back again. "Talk, you two. You're both difficult enough to live with as it is sometimes; I can't stand all this tension. Just...say something!"
Ken swallows, nothing coming to mind that seems appropriate enough to say. Thankfully, he knows Youji doesn't mean for him to speak first.
Agonizingly slow, Ran turns back from the window to lock his gaze on the tall blonde so defiantly awaiting cooperation. Whatever pained expression had been present so briefly under Ken's quick stare is now not even a memory.
"I have nothing to say." Ran's low voice speaks, leaving no room for negotiation.
Luckily, Youji isn't usually one to wait for room. "Bullshit. You're sitting there pining for KenKen as we speak. You're just too damn stubborn and proud to admit it."
"Pride has nothing to do with it. I have no feelings for him. This whole mess is ridiculous."
"Right, and the DNA test of the son you have together doesn't mean shit!"
Uh oh. "Minna...please don't fight..." Omi pleas, on the edge of his seat, anticipating the brawl he can so easily sense. Youji has already begun advancing closer to the couch and Ran now stands to face him.
Under different circumstances, Ken would be internally cheering Youji on for standing up to their leader as he himself has done on so many occasions, but not now. Not when it is for his sake, though he is unable to do anything to defend himself.
Youji and Ran stand toe-to-toe, fists clenched and ready to fight. Both jewel-colored eyes shimmer with barely contained fury building so steadily between them.
"Youji-kun...Aya-kun...please stop. You'll only end up hurting each other for nothing."
"Heh. For nothing? I'll do it just for the fun of it." Youji grimaces, rocking on the balls of his feet to get that much more in Ran's face.
Fujimiya Ran has never been one to stand down from a fight, but today...he rocks back, fists unclenching for his arms to cross assuredly in front of him, as if to say he is above such petty bickering. "You're not worth it, and neither is this argument. I know my own path. I know what I am and am not capable of. There is nothing between him and I. Leave. It. Alone."
In a flash, Youji is left standing like a fool, Ran now back in his seat, staring out the window. The tall blonde's fists begin to shake, his emeralds searing into the back of Ran's turned head, but without acknowledgment he soon huffs away, face red with built up tension that has been refused reprieve.
Ken and Omi both breathe sighs of relief. Usually, it is Ken who gets so uppity concerning their leader, and he seldom—if ever—walks away before they have succumbed to blows. But as hurt and angry as Ken has been feeling since the previous night, he can't find that old confidence, not when his heart is laying bear between them without anything even resembling friendly understanding being sent back in return.
Having lost himself in such thoughts about his own cowardice and the current situation, Ken doesn't notice Youji has come stalking over to him until the man slams his hands down on the table and is leaning forward, looming above him.
"I love ya, pal, I really do..." he begins in a very strained whisper. "...but if you want this sorted out, you're gonna have to stand up for yourself a little. I can't deal with him when he's like this. You're the only one who can use force against him and win. You ever think there might be a reason for that? Come on, Ken..."
Youji has kept his voice low enough so that even Omi couldn't overhear, though the younger man tries very hard to perk his ears, still seated at the computer.
Sliding his hands back and away, Youji stands tall in front of the table, hands soon coming to rest on his hips as he waits for Ken's response, something he hopes ends in the brunette walking over to Ran, grabbing the damn redhead by the shoulders, and shaking a little sense into him.
Ken sits a slightly shell-shocked. He wants to listen to Youji, he really does, but...but despite all the evidence in the world, he is still very afraid of Ran's rejection.
'But what's the point of being afraid?' Ken asks himself. 'He's already rejected me. What's the worst he can do? Reject me again? So what. I can't keep this up, not talking to him when we're about to go on what is probably the most important mission—maybe even the last—we will ever have.'
Having thoroughly strengthened his resolve, Ken returns Youji's stare with a look of confident agreement, and is just about to stand up when...
"Morning, boys. You seem rather eager to speak to me today."
Manx. Her voice. Her face up on the screen near Ran's claimed window-seat. Suddenly, she has answered their call and is staring back at them. Too bad none of them know how to respond.
"Well? Bombay's message sounded urgent. I did tell you it would be best to lie low and avoid contact until we contacted you, didn't I? This had better be important. It's not only your lives you're risking when you breach orders, you know."
True enough, but this is far from a normal situation. Important it is, but...how do they explain when none of them really know why Shioshiro wanted them to contact Manx in the first place?
The redhead's visage watches them all with a patiently impatient stare of cerulean blue. Ran continues to look at the window, feeling it isn't his place to speak considering he is far from being happy that they are basically following an outsider's orders, and the others keep looking to one another for answers, none knowing quite where to begin.
At long last, Omi clears his throat, being the appointed spokesman between Kritiker and Weiss. "Ano...you see...we called you because we...well...because...because..."
"Because we're going to save you."
All eyes, including the enlarged ones on the screen, stare back at the sliding doors of the RV. Enter Shioshiro, back from his errand, looking far too comfortable in Ran's clothing—at least as far as Ran is concerned.
Shioshiro closes the door behind him and walks further into the room. He offers Manx's image a respectful bow. "It is a pleasure, Manx-san. I ask that you please listen carefully to what I am about to tell you. It may just save your life."
Having moved from the table to meet up with Shioshiro, Ken stands rather close to his...son, though the others remain where they are. Being so close, he begins to detect a rather unique smell from the young man that he hadn't noticed before. Something...woodsy. Perhaps it is merely from walking through the trees, though it seems a bit too strong for that.
"Who is this man?" Manx questions, sparing none of them her calculating stare. Despite her usual charm and carefree attitude, she is formidable and never lets them forget it. "Are you foolish enough to allow some stranger into your sanctuary and inform him of your true selves, even after everything you have been through?"
Ran grunts, but says nothing.
Ken steps forward in Shioshiro's defense. "He's not a stranger. He's here to help us."
"With what, exactly?" Manx prompts, clearly ruffled and not happy with how things seem to be developing.
"You're keeping an eye on some American military secretly based in the area. Quite near us here in Uji, I believe." Shioshiro comments, moving to come up parallel with Ken again, and not waiting for Manx to acknowledge his assumption before continuing to speak. "In just a few weeks, Colonel Powell is going to catch wise and start surveillance on Kritiker. He will succeed in kidnapping you and hurting many innocents before Weiss puts him down. But this can all be avoided if you cooperate. Take care of Powell and the Rats now. You can still get the information you need. It isn't worth the cost of waiting."
All of Weiss, even Ran who is trying so hard not to give any kind of reaction, are agape, barely able to piece together what Shioshiro is talking about.
Manx, however, understands completely, and is even more agape than the others in response to Shioshiro's perfect account. "Very few Kritiker agents know anything about our watch on Powell and the Rats. And...and just how can you know they will succeed in kidnapping me, even if that is there plan?"
A little of the smirk Shioshiro has become so well known for, something he has obviously inherited from Ken, twitches at the corners of his mouth. "Because...it has already happened. At least in my time."
A few brief moments are leant to explaining to Manx the extent of Shioshiro's 'apparent' identity—as Ran put it—and to his overall plan, which is still kept rather vague. Manx, having not been through what the others have been through, is skeptical, but cannot deny the young man's likeness to Ran and Ken.
"Powell, the Rats, and especially Powell's comrade, Colonel Nicol, must be eliminated." Shioshiro explains, after Manx had reluctantly come to accept who he is.
This agenda startles her, however. "Hold on. Nicol? We've had our eyes on him, as well, but--"
"Do not wait for reasons." Shioshiro interrupts. "Reasons are there to be found, but they will come too late. Nicol is just as important as Powell. There is information that must be gathered from him that proves he killed...a husband and wife undeserving of such justice."
"The Hibana family."
"Yes." Shioshiro takes another step closer, catching Ran's eye briefly before focusing fully again on Manx. "Their children are about to get themselves into some very deep trouble. I intent to prevent that."
By this point, Weiss feel thoroughly out of the loop. This is all talk of things they do not yet know, though they would have eventually been pushed right into the thick of it. They will be pushed into it yet, but under different circumstances. This time...they will succeed where they failed before.
"I assume you have a plan then, young Shioshiro?" Manx questions, a faint smile at last appearing on her lips. She believes Shioshiro is whom he says, but it is not an easy thing to accept. The thought sits a little strangely in one's stomach, but it certainly is interesting. "You sound ambitious. You sound...as if you plan to go quite beyond Kritiker's limits before this is all over. Perhaps we will see you as a threat and order Weiss to take care of you in the end."
Shioshiro's own smile widens; he can hear the humor in her voice. "I thought of that. Considering my fa...that is, Fujimiya-san's perspective on all this, I don't doubt he would jump at the chance to follow such an order." A small wink is sent in Ran's direction. Ran ignores it. "However...everything I have planned is for the best interest of all involved. I will not lead you down a path you cannot survive."
'That's good to know...' Youji thinks whimsically, vaguely jealous of Shioshiro's confidence in speaking with Manx. Not that he hasn't tried to utilize his own confidence to its fullest extent on numerous occasions in hopes of scoring a date.
"Well then, Shioshiro-kun, I think we can help one another. This will be declared as Weiss' newest mission. I am certain Persia will not oppose. I assume very little reconnaissance will be necessary since you know so much."
"Any help will be welcome, but yes, I can get us there and through the compound. Since we're ahead of the game, Nicol is currently in the country and should also be at the base. This should be relatively easy."
Weiss looks skeptical, most still not even fully understanding what it is they are about to undertake.
Manx smirks. "Very well then. Consider this your first mission, cutie-pie. I look forward to working with you." she winks, seemingly enjoying this strange turn of events. "Tell me, considering your lineage, is it Fujimiya Shioshiro or Hidaka Shioshiro? I can't help being curious."
This question winds its way through the crowd and slaps a few members of Weiss upside the head. None of them had even thought to ask that question. Leave it to a woman to think of the obvious.
Forgetting his forced disinterest in all of this, Ran looks expectantly at Shioshiro along with the others. His resolve is unchanged, but he can't help being curious either.
Ken could care less which of them has gotten the rights of passing on their family name, but he too is rather interested in finding out.
Shioshiro offers a rather unconvincingly embarrassed laugh. "Haha. Actually...it's neither." he explains, calm and collected as ever. "It's Himiya Shioshiro. Funny no one else thought to ask."
Another grin is briefly sent to Ran and then quickly comes to rest on Ken. The logic of the truth is wonderfully fitting. It succeeds, however, in forcing out yet another huff from a certain redhead.
"Carry out the mission to the best of your abilities, my dear." Manx smiles, just as content with Shioshiro's answer as the others--save Ran, of course. "You'll be leading then, if Abyssinian doesn't mind."
Ran gives no response.
"If that is all, I better be off. It seems we have quite an adventure ahead of us."
Shioshiro takes yet another step forward. "Ano...Manx-san...I know you aren't Persia, but...aren't you going to say it? I've always wondered what it might be like to really feel like a member of Weiss."
Youji and Ken exchange glances. Ran rolls his eyes. Omi—knowingly—smirks.
"I suppose I could...just this once." Manks smiles brilliantly, tossing a large red curl over her shoulder. "Let's see if I can do it justice." she beams, clearing her throat. "Hunters of light..." she begins in a booming version of her usually smooth voice. "...deny these black beasts their tomorrows." She pauses, tosses her hair once more, winks a final time, and fades to black.
As silence prevails, Shioshiro's soft laugh becomes more and more audible. The light in his violet eyes suggests the fulfillment of a childhood fantasy, and it manages to bring a smile to everyone else's faces as well.
Almost everyone's.
"I find very little of this funny." Ran barks, breaking into that sound of laughter and successfully eradicating those pleasant smiles. He stands from his seat and stalks over to Shioshiro, staring into something so similar to his own eyes, he wishes he could turn away, though his pride would never allow such a thing. "You...you think you're so clever. Yes, I will follow orders, but you are nowhere near winning me over, if that is your intention. All of this nonsense is utter..."
Utter rubbish, he had been thinking, but his voice fades. Sniffing lightly at the air surrounding Shioshiro, he begins to pick up on the same scent Ken had noticed a few minutes before. It...reminds him of something he can't quite place. It smells of...of...
'Aloe-wood...'
"They say the sense of smell is the one most directly tied to triggering memory." Shioshiro mentions in response to Ran's action. "Something tugging at your memories...Fujimiya-san?"
Ran bristles, heat rising swiftly to his face. "What of it?"
Another soft laugh. "Oh...nothing. I just did you a small favor today is all. It was much easier than I imagined it would be. Deep down, I don't think she really held you as much ill will as she thought. She understands now that we all have our reasons for doing what we do."
"She...?" Ken prompts, a little hurriedly, not meaning to sound quite as overly curious as he does. When Ran tosses him a quick glare, he pulls back, and instead looks to Shioshiro for an answer.
"No one to get jealous over, Kento." the young brunette beams. "Just someone with an agenda. But it's all right now. She's moving on. Perhaps, Fujimiya-san...you could learn to do the same."
Omi and Youji both visibly swallow, imagining how easy this conversation could turn into something like what Ran and Youji recently faced. The difference here, though, is that Ran is not so bold as to know how to deal with someone who knows him so frighteningly well.
For a moment, Ken can't breathe. Ran looks at him, briefly, but in that brief moment Ken would swear the look he has been granted is the same as what he caught on Ran's face before. Something...solemn and...longing? Could it be unaccepted longing in those violet eyes...?
Before Ken has had enough chance to figure that out, the look is gone and so is Ran, having breezed past them all and out the side door. Ken would be feeling cheated and in the midst of hopeless defeat, but he does not. That look, that hesitancy, has potential he is willing to cling to. After all, Shioshiro has to have come from something.
While Omi and Youji are still staring after Ran, wondering how best to move on to the next task at hand, Ken has already decided to dismiss Ran's behavior and look on the brighter side of things. Something he hasn't been able to rightly do for quite some time.
"So..." he begins, nudging Shioshiro in the side. Shioshiro turns to him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. "...Himiya, huh? I think I like that."
A/N:
So sorry this took forever, but...I am busy beyond all reason. Hope you are still enjoying and I cannot even begin to address how your reviews make my day.
Okay, M-chan asked if this will create a new timeline or just replace the old one. It will replace, so think carefully about what that may mean for Shioshiro. hannya-doll, I hope this explains Shioshiro's full name now. Hidaka and Fujimiya make Himiya. I've had that idea for a long time.
Love you all so much. If anything is confusing about this, that means you haven't seen the OVA and/or haven't read Ranjatai, which is a short story in the OVA art book. Go to www dot kekkai dot org slash wkcorner slash main dot html. I hope that made sense since quick edit won't let me put addresses on here in the normal way. The site is Aya no Weiss Kreuz Corner, which is no longer updated but has lots of great stuff including translations for Ranjatai and Dramatic Precious. I recommend reading all you can. Some links don't work, but use what is there.
I'll try to be faster with the next chapter, mostly dealing with events in the OVA. I plan to lead this all the way to Weiss Side B, so be prepared for a long journey together.
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