Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu, and Project Weiß, and I have nothing to do with them, though I dearly wish I did.
Summary For the Chapter: The Weiß-ers return home to discuss the diplomacy situation at hand and the dog.
Rating: T for now.
Created by: OmiKoneko-Bombay
All the Little Things
Chapter 2
"For the last time--No." Aya's no irritated voice wrung out. Omi looked pleadingly up to the leader.
"B-but Aya-kun... He doesn't have anywhere to go! Besides, he saved me!" The strawberry blonde had protective arms around the neck of his possibly new companion. Of course, if he was able to convince Aya. Even Yoji was attempting to lend a hand.
"Yeah, C'mon, Ayan, can't we keep him? It's not like like he's working for Reiji or something." The lanky blonde laid a hand upon the dog's head, and in response, as if understanding the concept of arguing, gave a soft bark. A vein on Aya's forehead spasmed. Looking back to Omi to ignore Yoji, he froze and twitched. Omi was staring up at him with big, blue watery eyes, pleading, and depression. A pout. Finally, Aya let out a sigh.
"Fine. He's your responsibility, though." He glared, but Omi was too busy jumping with joy.
"Thank you, Thank you, Aya-kun!" He practicly squealed, hugging the dog's golden neck. Ken looked up from the T.V., having not wanted anything to do with the conversation, which without further ado, had turned into the guessed argument.
"What in the world is his breed. He looks foreign." He glanced to the lanky blonde, who he would've guessed had information on such a topic. To his misfortune, Yoji shrugged.
"Not a clue, KenKen." Omi looked up, then smiled softly.
"I'll look up later, right now, can one of you give me a hand with washing him? He's filthy. Yoji and Ken looked to one another, before both coming up with an excuse to wiggle out of what seemed to sound like torture. Omi bit his lip and gave a lopsided pout.
After all the excitement had settled, the dog bathed and clean, and he and Omi were resting on the couch, it was back to quietness. Well, that was until Manx arrived. The dog, having still been unnamed, lifted his head and perked his ears instantly. Omi casted a look towards the wagging tail of his, then to the stairs as he notcied the woman making her way down. She paused as she saw Omi's companion.
"Well, what a surprise." She blinked as the gentle dog trotted over, sitting and letting Manx stroke his ears. He seemed in bliss. Yoji shot him a jealous look, and Omi sniggered.
"Does he have a name, Bombay?" The woman had crouched down to the dog's level, and Omi declined.
"Not yet, we can't think of anything." The dog himself seemed fit for many names, perhaps even of female. His fur was elegant, never caught, only smooth, his eyes were mix-matched for his breed, which he had recently checked up on, having success on learning he was Golden Retriever, and his kind, gentle face. He looked innocent. Intellegent, too.
"What do you say for Kiyosho? It looks as if to suit this handsome boy." Manx implied, giving a soft chuckle under her breath as the dog licked her cheek. Omi gave a smile.
"You're right, it does suit him... Kiyosho." Said Kiyosho turned his head to the strawberry blonde, and trotted over, resting his head on the boy's thigh. Already, he seemed used to this name. Manx stood again, and gave a smirk.
"There's a mission, boys."
Authoress Note:
Kiyosho means Quiet One who knows his own Mind, btw. Reviews will help lighten teh brain ;;