Haunted

Chapter 3: Mischief Night

A white ceiling glared back at him, asking so many questions he couldn't even begin to answer. What was he doing here, killing for a living, killing just to make people safe, but what about the people he was killing, could they ever feel safe? A false justice with people that couldn't be brought to justice under the so-called law. So they were assassinated, and Weiß were the assassins.

Aya sighed, for one of the first times since he had joined Weiß he hadn't noticed that he wouldn't have been able to take on the many guards that had rushed out from hiding to take Weiß down instead of the other way around. It was an unforgivable mistake, and yet the mission was a success and his sister was still safe at the Magic Bus hospital. Occasionally, Aya had wondered how the hell he could trust people who would name the hospital "Magic Bus" what was that supposed to signify? It was just ridiculous.

Amethyst eyes continued to watch the blank ceiling. It was a wonderful event to waste away the night before Halloween; mischief night. Hours passed before Aya realized he was drifting off into a light sleep, and a light tap on the door caused him to slide off the bed and hit the floor gracefully. He blinked in surprise when he hit the wooden floor with such a loud thud that is resounded through out the entire flower shop apartment.

"Aya? Are you…okay?" Omi's voice was soft and suddenly filled with worry. He twisted the cold doorknob and sauntered into Aya's pitch-black room. "Aya?" Aya looked up suddenly from staring at the ground in which he had fallen to. He was still slightly in shock from falling off his bed just as easily as he had fallen out of the window. He could easily say how tired he was of falling.

"You surpri— I just fell." Aya glared up at the computer fanatic, almost threatening him not to ask, but did that ever hold Omi back?

"Fell! Are you okay?" Omi's eyes widened and he moved closer to the redhead, dangerously closer.

"I'm fine."

"Are you…sure?" Omi proceeded to move closer, he was in the red zone now.

"Yes." Aya's glare was now at a high intensity of shi-ne. Omi ignored him as if he was just used to the treatment that Aya gave to everyone. Omi studied the left shoulder of Aya's black turtleneck. There were three strips of leather over both shoulders that seemed to provide extra protection. Aya often wore it on missions under his long trench coat when it was cold, but it seemed this mission it was saved from having a bullet hole in it.

Aya watched Omi's moments silently, almost giving Omi permission to search him, but his shoulder did hurt like hell. Omi's fingers moved in closer to Aya's wounded shoulder until they brushed lightly against the fabric. Omi withdrew his hand to stare at it; there were very faint touches of red on his fingertips.

"Aya, you're bleeding again," Omi let out a frustrated groan and rose to his feet, "I'll be right back."

A few moments later Omi came into the room carrying a first aid kit. A few more moments later and Omi was finished closing and rewrapping Aya's bullet wound. There was still not the slightest reaction from Aya, which frightened Omi.

"Aya?"

"Hn?"

"I think you're fall, however minor it was, reopened your wound," Omi stated simply. Why did he always have to be so uptight all the time?

"Are you okay?" Omi blinked, innocent eyes watching the icy stare he got back from their silent leader.

"I'm fine."

"Okay… I just came to check on you before I went to bed. Can you believe it's midnight already? Happy Halloween!" Omi grinned, flashing prize-winning white teeth, yes prize winning.

"Set back your alarm."

"Oh right! Thanks for reminding me!" And with that Omi dashed out of the room and immediately fumbled with his alarm clock to set the time when he wanted to wake up. There was no work tomorrow! It was one of their seldom breaks in endless work.

Aya rose slowly and carefully from the ground, mindless of the aches and pain racking his body from the fall. It wasn't something he could just recover from like that, and he hated the weakness. He was almost thankful for the day off tomorrow, even though he knew how much he just loved to work.

Ken was still in the family room by the time their huge grandfather clock dunged two in the morning. He reached for the controller to turn the volume up a little. He couldn't miss his favorite part!

Ken just loved staying up late almost as much as he loved getting up early in the morning; he was just one of those weird people. But Ken loved sleeping in to, half the time he could barely decide whether to get up early and help open the shop and cook breakfast for everyone or to sleep in and just show up whenever. That was more of a Yohj-thing. Ken usually always got up early, though, but he had his share of times that he slept in. He was actually surprised when he found out he could cook, and was actually very good at it, much unlike Yohji, who only ended up burning everything, and Omi who mostly just ended up not cooking it enough for fear of burning everything like Yohji. Then it hit him, he never saw Aya even try to cook, he'd bet their leader would achieve at that as well, Aya seemed to be good at things like that.

Aya always, secretly seemed to be cleaning up after them, tidying up and organizing almost everything. It wasn't surprising that Aya would be able to cook too. Ken and Yohji were always the ones to wreck the place. It was still a shame that Aya had completely banned soccer balls from the house. Ken still regretted breaking the flower shop window; it was a sad excuse for a punt. Yohji just left messes everywhere and never cleaned up after himself and Omi was just too busy to even notice.

Ken leaned back against the couch after taking another sip of coffee and decided he would rather lie down. He shifted around and placed his head on the armrest, he was lucky that Yohji was the one to pick out the couch; it was so comfortable that it was just downright crazy. Nothing stopped the Weiß members when they fought over who got the couch. Ken had it now and that was barely half of the reason why he liked staying up so late.

He reached for the controller to turn the volume up a little. This was his favorite part! The soccer fan grinned and almost cheered before he realized everyone was most likely sleeping, even Yohji at this hour. Occasionally, Aya would pass by and grab an ice tea from the refrigerator and on rare occasions watch a few halves of the soccer game from behind the couch. This intrigued Ken and one time when Aya passed, not even stopping to glance at the screen, Ken had called the redhead over and asked him to watch. Could Aya say no to the welcoming smile Ken gave him? Ken sighed, reminiscing; not something he did often and now he had missed his other favorite part! Ken couldn't face the fact that the whole tape was his favorite part and he had watched it over fifteen times.

Ken was bored and it was late, he finally gave up on the wining battle of his favorite team that he had watched too many times. He pressed stop, ejected the tape, and flickered the television off before throwing the remote onto the most comfortable couch in the world. After a second thought, the brunet walked back over to the couch and picked up the remote, setting it on the coffee table that his coffee sat on. He looked past his favorite mug and stared at the only other thing on the table. It was a picture frame he never seemed to notice before.

He leaned in closer and blinked, clearing his vision to focus on the picture. What he saw almost made him laugh. It was a picture of the four of them; it was taken probably about a year ago. Ken hadn't realized that someone framed it and stuck it there. He laughed quietly, reminded of how much they really did seem like family and more so since none of them had any other family, at least not anymore.

They were all soaking wet and covered in snow. Ken rolled his eyes, recalling last Christmas when they had all chipped in and ended up getting a camera for whatever reason. Yohji was standing in the back half of a snowball still plastered on top of his head. He had a huge grin on his face that reached all the way into his warm emerald eyes.

Omi was standing in front of the older blonde, with one of his bright smiles that only proved that he was the one who nailed Yohji with the snowball; since he looked so innocent.

Then there was Aya, who was standing to the right of Omi and Yohji. It was one of the first days that Aya had slowly began to open up to them and had actually participated in the childish snowball war that Ken and Yohji had started. Aya's hair was covered over in a layer of snowflakes and there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. His eyes remained as cold as the snow, but no longer ice. He looked a little withdrawn, the darkness in the depths of icy blue only showed how hard it was to erase the sorrow that endlessly plagued him.

Ken had on his childish grin and in his gloved hand he held the largest snowball only inches away from Aya's head. Ken remembered that right after the pictured was taken that he "accidentally" dropped the snowball on top of Aya's head. It was one of the funniest mistakes of his life, that everyone knew wasn't really an accident. Aya had been so mad, that Ken had found himself face-planted into the freezing snow only moments after. He deserved it.

Ken then realized that he was just staring at the picture instead of going to bed. The weird things you do at night. If someone were to walk by and see him just standing there, his hand still on the remote resting on the table and in a daze watching the photo as if it were a television replaying his memories, they would have thought he was insane, maybe he was.

Yohji was out cold, sleeping like a rock would if it could sleep. His prized sunglasses sat beside him on his dresser. In the ashtray sitting directly next to his sunglasses were the remnants of his cigarette pack. The mission seemed to have him uptight since he had made such a fatal error, and it was something he didn't usually do. The rest of Weiß had quickly forgiven the mistake especially Omi; they had to work as a team and stick together no matter what.

To be continued...

A bit longer this time. I hope you liked it. I'm debating whether to make it Aya x Ken or just nothing at all. Let me know your oppinions! REVIEW!