Pointless 5-Minutes fic (okay, 10), written to kill time, and people. Because I promised I would. Someday. Like now, because I promised a long time ago. It's quite pointless. My first Weiß Kreuz story and not exactly one of my better works.

Accidents Happen

By Schildkroete

Aya never liked the sight of brains. He was used to it, true; people – and not only the bad ones – get hit in the head all the time, the insides of their skulls splattering onto the walls, the floor, the people around them like paint that has been left in the sun for too long. He could handle it, it came with the territory, but though he never sowed it he always found it disgusting and so it was a good thing that Yoji had been hit in the chest, five times, instead of the head.

That came with the territory as well. Accidents happened.

Later, when they talked about a new member for their team Omi put down his mug onto the table and, very calmly, said "No." Aya agreed silently. Yoji had been too loud, too flirty, generally too annoying for Aya too bare. No-one on this planet could ever have replaced him.

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If there was one thing certain for the future, it was the way Omi would die, Aya would have said if anybody ever asked him. Omi's death, he'd have said, would be caused by a flower pot smashed onto his head. Instead, his death was caused by a car and one moment of carelessness by both him and the diver. It wasn't anything spectacular, nothing they would have expected with a job like theirs. In a way it put them down to earth again, for it reminded them that they, too, were normal human beings living in a normal world and not something above everyone else just because they killed people. It wasn't personal. It was just an accident. Accidents happened.

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Ken's death was personal. There was no doubt about it. It wasn't usual, but it was still unexpected. There were many ways to die for men like them. Poisoned food was nothing they would have thought of and that was probably the reason why it worked. In a way this, too, had been an accident, caused by carelessness and too little attention. It didn't stop Aya from seeking out the killer and have him meet an unpleasant end. The boyfriend of some crazy chick Ken and Omi had taken care of more than a year before, it turned out, when there had still been four of them. Aya hadn't even remembered his name. He didn't care to remember it now. He only remembered him as the one who had killed what was left of Weiß, leaving only Aya. Not Aya of the flower-shop but Aya the bloodthirsty assassin, Aya the killer. Who had outlived his team, and his purpose. Because Aya-chan was awake. Aya-chan was out of the hospital. Aya-chan didn't need him anymore.

Aya-chan was dead.

According to the police she and a friend had tried to end a violent fight between some guys on the university she learned at and one of them had hit her on the head with a mug. It had been for beer originally but in that room it was used as a flower pot. Ran almost laughed when they told him.

-end-

April 24, 2006

Yes, that's true – I've once promised to write a story that included Omi and death-by-flower pot in any way. Stupid, isn't it?