Discovering Snow

'Aya discovers snow for the first time; he figures out that not just a katana can be used as a weapon. As the members of Weiß are in a snowball war, they have to rush around and find presents for each other for Christmas. The last present Aya bought was the earrings for Aya-chan how was he going to find ones for Weiß? What do assassins like?'

Credit to: Mayoki, for her message board idea

Chapter 2: The beginning of a War

It was the same as any day at the Koneko no Sume Ie. The sun was shining brightly above the impending white clouds of doom that seemed to always cover a winter sky, and most of the flowers were in enough bloom to sell. It was yet another slow day and it just so happened that it was the first day of Omi's Christmas break. Bright cerulean eyes shifted over to the sky he saw through the large window in the flower shop. It almost looked as if the sky was just a part of the ground, the only thing separating it were the tall buildings and the trees separating sky from earth. It had snowed the day before and the whole city seemed asleep in its silence. No one dared to go out on the streets in this weather and especially since the streets were still packed with three feet of snow. Ken eyes left Omi and shifted over to the cash register to fall on the tall blonde who looked as if he were the most bored cashier on the planet, but as a playboy, he seemed to be having a great time since he was flirting more than he was working; nothing stopped the hoard of girls from entering the flower shop, not even a blizzard.

Ken pushed back a laugh, and his eyes fell onto the silent redhead… He was cleaning the front window brutally and reorganizing the plants sadistically all at the same time. Ken turned towards the brown-haired soccer player and immediately noticed the hose he had been holding in his hands was beginning to drown Omi. The exact hose he was supposedly watering the plants with.

"Ken!" Omi whined, trying to get out of the way, "why aren't you watching where you are pointing that?"

"You can't expect him to be as perfect as Aya over there, Omi." Yohji grinned behind the register, getting a nasty violet glare from over by the already clean window.

"I don't, and I don't expect you to be flirting with underage girls instead of focusing more on your job, Yohji" Omi glared in the slackers direction.

"At least I didn't get you with the hose," Yohji shot back without thinking.

"Hey!" Ken glared at the flirter.

"Get him, Ken," Omi ordered. Ken smirked evilly, his eyes seeming to glow in fire. Omi then gave a vicious smirk, matching Ken's, while Ken began moving the hose closer to Yohji. Yohji backed up a step, a joking smile now playing on his lips.

"Oh come on guys; I was just kidding. I didn't mean—" Yohji fell over backwards as a wave of water splashed into his face. Then it was all over for the older man while the two youngest members pinned him to the wet floor while the girls watched in horror as their idol fell pray to the annoyed assassins hiding behind flowers.

Now instead of four florists, there became two. The silence was deadlier than when Aya actually had a sword drawn. While Yohji and Omi dried off upstairs, Ken was forced to dry the floor as well as clean it. He was caught in an icy glare that seemed to freeze him in their grasp. He could not escape, and thus he washed the floor and dried it. Right when he was going to announce he was finished and resume watering the plants he noticed no one was there, not even the schoolgirls. His eyes found themselves on the door and there was a sign mocking him with the word OPEN staring back at him. That meant flipped around to any passerby, if they existed, would read the word that defined what the flower shop now was: CLOSED.

Now instead of the four florists there became one very pissed off hothead. Ken exhaled in anger and stomped up the steps. He passed a medium sized chalkboard that they had bought cheap and hung up for the specific purpose of writing up the days schedule. That was Omi's idea, but of course not everyone followed by the standards.

The board was used also for any occurring dire messages instead of writing notes and leaving them in a place where the one writing it would think someone would find it, but really they would never find it. Speaking of how to tell who wrote what, Omi had bought a pack of chalk, but judging from his colorful personality; he had gotten a four pack with different colors. Omi had white, which happened to be the least of all the colorful; that was confusing. Yohji had adopted the color orange gladly since it matched him so well. Then Ken had chosen the sky blue color instead of the queer yellow. That, he left to Aya.

Ken froze when his eyes took in the vital information displayed under the various and old scribblings in orange inquiring about dates; Yohji took pride in proclaiming his success all over the board. Then Ken saw it written in white chalk.

Ken wastes water

Ken grimaced and reached for the blue chalk color. It was one of the only times he was actually using it. He erased Yohji's claims of dates and then drew a large X over Omi's note. Omi created the schedule board and now he was the one disobeying it. Ken wrote below it…

It was Yohji's fault

To be continued...

Man this is a fun story to write. I got all involved in the pizza incident and now this one and the snowfight didn't even happen yet or the frantic search for christmas presents. Thanks for reading! Review pleasee!