AUTHOR: Ah, yes. Resurrected from the dead. My muses should be pummeling me down six feet underground for being unable to update my other two fics plus starting this one. I figured this might jumpstart my muses into filling me in with ideas for the other fics.Anyway, this one is my first humor fic, humor me (ehe). Thus begins the personal accounts of the 5th member of Weiss.
Yohji: (storms in and pulls author by the ear and drags her out)
AUTHOR: WAAAAAHHHH!
Prologue
I blinked my eyes open and lift my head to the warm sunshine streaming through the windows of the flowershop. I have the rocking chair all to myself today; with the cool breeze coming through the open doors and the silent lull of the fan by the cashier, I Was once again being lured to a nice, comfortable nap. I think this is going to be my lucky day.
"Aiieee!"
The brunette yelped before slipping on a puddle and overthrowing the small potted plant in mid-air. Alas, bemused by the look of confusion on the boy's face, it was too late for me to dodge said potted plant as it made its return from air to surface - the latter being my poor head.
"G-gomen!"
With a growl, I allowed the clumsy idiot to brush off some of the soil and the mangled seedlings on my head before I left the comforts of the rocking chair and proceeded to the kitchen in the house proper.
With echoes of apology rapidly receeding upon fleeing the shop, I found myself minutely staring at a lone figure perched above the kitchen counter, sipping from his mug. Said blond looked up from his drink and gave me a curious glance. I held his gaze for a second before finding my food all ready and waiting for me to consume. With renewed vigor, I sat down in front of my breakfast and began to dig in earnest.
I glanced back at the man who had made a small noise. "You've got," he said, motioning to his head to indicate the miniature jungle currently residing on mine.
I snorted and reached up to scratch my head, discovering a seedling which fell down on the floor. I ignored a soft chuckle coming from the cruel man as I resumed my breakfast. The fool who planted the seedlings on my head entered the kitchen and found the other man seemingly talking to me about my clumsiness - but such thing is not true. I AM NOT CLUMSY, why don't you tell that baka of a brunette to take up other careers other than carrying dangerous potted plants around the flowershop?
While the two chat and laughed, inwardly my mind began to wonder about the rest of them, as I have a strong suspicion that there's more from them that meets my eye. Because somehow, I know that that baka of a brunette isn't all that clumsy. Because at night, I could hear voices from the basement. In the shadows where I lurk, the rays of the moon bathes their grave faces as they leave in different furs and glinting claws, ones they definitely do not wear in the flowershop. During the night, I could see the reflection of bright lights leaving the shop. To where? Another flowershop? Who knows.
I'm just a cat.
TBC