Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss or anything to do with Weiss. Also, I have no idea who it actually belongs to. Hm interesting. I now have to satisfy my curiosity about this and find out who owns Weiss Kreuz or I will never be happy. Oh, internet.

Ken stood by the front window and watched Kay and Aya hook up the trailer and throw some chain into the back of the truck. Yohji was sitting in the back with Omi and pouting the whole time. After ten minutes they took off. Ken didn't go into the attic immediately but went into the kitchen for a snack. Some of the dogs came inside and milled around his feet. Ken got out a can of squeezy cheese and Club crackers and sat down by the bar. He sat there for a while eating cheezy crackers and staring out the windows into the back. He studied the backyard for a while and stared at the trees. He could almost see the squirrels hopping from branch to branch. Some of the horses were running circuits around the fence. Those were some damn fast horses. He couldn't imagine any mission that would require them to reach it by horseback. Of course he always lived in a city, so. He thought about Kay and how they would get along in missions. He knew that he would like her off missions but people changed whenever they had to kill another person. Would she work as a team? That was the only problem that was running through his mind. He did sympathize with Aya on that. She had never worked with a team so there was no telling. He resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't know until they started a mission. Cheezy squeeze empty and crackers gone, he went up to face the attic.

Ken was wandering around the attic for about twenty minutes. So far he hasn't really found much that was really interesting. Mostly the usual attic junk. He needs to fix a hole in the ceiling over the bathroom. Damn big feet.

He was about to leave when a box labled photos caught his attention. It was about the size of a shoebox, only taller. He picked it up and started to open it but a thought crossed his mind. Would he be snooping if he opened the box? He wanted to learn all he can about Kay and her life. He really liked her so far and wanted to understand her better. Especially about her ability to speak mind to mind with animals. He stood there still as a statue as the thoughts invaded his mind. For twenty minutes he stood there then decided to take the box downstairs and open it.

Holding the box in front of him like it was made of porcelain, he sat it down onto the kitchen table and opened it up. Inside there were pictures of what looked like a young Kay and two older people Ken took to be her parents. They looked really happy. He piled them onto the table as he went through them. Mostly there were pictures of them at parks or building the house. Sometimes there were pictures of Kay and her father racing horses. Some were pictures of Kay sitting cross-legged on the ground completely surrounded by animals. Ken was getting to the bottom of the box when a picture made his stomach freeze.

It was a photo of Kay and a small group of men.

It wasn't the fact that it was her with a bunch of guys but the fact of who they were. Ken shook his head, not willing to believe in what he was seeing. He put the picture back in the bottom of the box and returned the box to a cabinet. He wasn't going to bring this up to Aya just yet. He knew that the redheasd still didn't entirely like Kay and this wouldn't help matters. He went into the stables to spend time with his horse and try to ride around.

Yohji, Aya, Omi, and Kay reached the port about fourty five minutes after they left. The port was crowded and noisy, people and machinery made it roar slightly. Ships coming in and going out had people scrambling about. The smell of fish and gulls overwhelmed the nose. It was a rough and busy place.

Yohji was bouncing on his feet in excitement and apprehension. The best that he knew was that his car was trashed and he didn't know how to fix it. He only wished that he was as confident as Kay was about how his car was. Aya didn't really care about the cars. He knew that his car could be easily enough replaced. Omi was just happy to be able to get back onto his bike.

They walked into the port when a man in his mid thirties came up to Kay.

"Hello there, you must be Ms. Kay. My name is Robert, I'm here to show you to the cars. The green one is acting up but it isn't as bad as you were told on the phone. The idiot who talked to you wanted to sound like he actually knew what he was talking about. The fluids and belt just needs to be replaced, nothing more. A quick fix," he smiled, " it'll be ready for the races next week. An engine like that probably has some power under the hood."

Kay cocked her head, "I wouldn't know, it's not my car. It's his," she nodded to Yohji.

"Hey there, what's your name?" Robert held out his hand and Yohji took it, "Kudoh Yohji"

Robert stuttered with his name, "Kukoh, Kukah, Kuku, I can't say it." He shook his head and gave up.

"You would call me Yohji, not Kudoh. Kudoh is my surname. Anyway, the redhead pain in the ass is Aya and the chibi is Omi."

Aya growled at the introduction and poor Robert paled at him. Omi was looking around the port with too much interest to notice.

"Robert, I brought my truck to tow the green car away. Where are the cars so we can get out of here? I have a lot of places to go and people to see," Kay said almost unkindly.

Robert nodded and they followed him to the front right of the shipyard. They got there and Kay looked over the cars. She smiled, impressed.

"These are yours, right?" she asked and looked at the three. Aya walked over to his porche and looked inside. He looked up at Kay and nodded. He got in, pulled the keys out of the glove compartment, and started it up. The engine purred to life. Aya nodded in satasfaction. Omi walked over to his bike and got on. He started it up and revved the engine.

"Thanks alot Kay, Robert," he shut off the bike and walked over to Ken's bike and did the same thing.

"You're packing a lot of horsepower under those hoods. Gonna race them or tease us with them?" Robert asked.

"It's up to the boys. I'm sticking to my truck and the horses."

Yohji walked to his car and popped the hood. A small puff of smoke emitted from the engine. He cringed at it.

"That's just heat, boy. It's no harm. Your engine's just not used to the climate. Give it three days at best. Aya, if you and Yohji want, the two of you can take off. I need to bring Omi to the school today. School starts in three weeks and he has another year left."

Omi nodded and Aya looked at her, "Where do you suggest we go? We don't know the place yet."

"Explore," she said. "I'm going to get the truck and load up the car and bikes. If you want to take off go on. You have my cell number if you get lost, just give me a call."

Aya nodded, he did want to get to know the town better.

She walked off to the gate and came back a minute later with the diesel engine roaring. With much groaning and puffing, they managed to get the bikes in the back of the truck and Yohji's car onto the trailer, they took off. Yohji and Aya got into the porche and Omi and Kay loaded into the truck.

Crawford was having a bad day. A very bad day. The redneck woman at customs was freaking out at Farfarello's knives, then Schuldig started to get a telepathic headache at the sudden change in thought pattern and accent, and Nagi nearly crashed the plane. Now they were about two to three hours away from their new house and Schuldig was hungry. The damn german wouldn't shut up, may it be telepathically or vocally. Crawford finally got fed up and pulled up into a side restraunt. It looked suspiciously like a bar. He really didn't want to bring Nagi into a bar but it would shut Schuldig up.

The inside was cleaner than Crawford expected. A bar at one end and an assortment of tables and booths made up the greater part of the restaurant. A young woman in a black skirt and red tank top walked up to them.

"Hi there, i'm Daisy. What can I do for you gentlemen?" she said with a kind smile. Schuldig grinned and leaned fowarad twoards her.

"Hey, beautiful. I'm Schuldig but you can just call me Schuggy," Crawford hit Schuldig in the back of the head that made him tumble to the ground.

"I apologize about the German here. He isn't fully housetrained yet. Maybe I'll just go and tie him up to the car," Crawford said

Schuldig grinned from the ground, "Never knew you were so kinky, Bradley. Maybe we'll have to try something with the ropes later."

Crawford kicked Schuldig in the kidney which sent the German into a coughing fit.

Daisy just went right along with it, "I'll lay out some newspaper for you."

Farfarello started giggling his half-insane giggle and Nagi bit the inside of his cheek to not burst out laughing. Schuldig's face burnt red and he stood up and moved to the back of the group.

"Come with me and I'll give you a booth. Here you go," she handed Crawford four menus, "take your time. What can I get for you to drink?"

"Water and lemon for me please," Crawford said politely, Nagi and Farfarello got sweet tea and Schuldig mumbled something that sounded like coffee.

"I'll be right back," Daisy said brightly and walked to the back.

"I like her," Nagi said, Schuldig slapped at the kid but Nagi easily moved away from it. "You're just still upset about the fan girls chasing you at the airport."

Schuldig jumped and his eyes widened to the size of dishplates.

"How do they do it? How can Weiss put up with them every day of the year," he started trembling and ran his hands nervously through his hair, messing it up, "those girls are rabid. It took Bradley to pull them off of me. I pity those boys now. They fight us every other night and then go and face those girls during the day. How do they do it?" He buried his head in his arms and fell quiet. Farfarello pulled out a small knife and started to trim his nails with it.

"You know, Farfarello, people here may not take as kindly to your knives as in Japan. It might be good to practice some caution here," Crawford said quietly to the albino. Farfarello just pointed to a small group of guys that were throwing knives at a target nailed to a wall.

"Or not," Crawford mumbled. Farfarello took out one of his smaller knives and threw it at the target. It landed in the center almost on top of another knife. The guys were shocked at another knife appearing practically out of nowhere. Farfarello walked over and yanked his knife out of the target. Voices of praise was heard and Farfarello reveled in it. He sat down smirking.

"You really need to stop showing off," Schuldig said, "It's not good for you."

Farfarello just grinned and started grooming his fingernails.

"Here you go, two teas, a water and coffee. What would you like to eat?" Daisy said as she handed out the drinks.

"Can I please get the shrimp scampi," Crawford said politely.

"Boiled crawfish please," Farfarello said with a grin.

"We add a lot of spices to our crawfish, tourists usually find it too hot. If your sure though, I'll put a rolaid with your meal."

"I know that's why I ordered it. I've heard of the famous southern spices."

"Can I get a bacon cheeseburger, please," Nagi asked.

"How on Earth do you keep your shape if you eat like that. It's always the little ones with the superman metabolism," Daisy giggled and wrote down Nagi's order. "And you, sweetie?" Daisy asked Schuldig.

"Just some fried shrimp please," He said smoothly. Apparently his old self was slowly returning.

"I'll be right back," she smiled at them and left.

"Is it just me or is that old guy looking at me strangely?" Nagi asked.

"He's probably just hasn't seen many Japanese, or Germans, or Irishmen, or albino's at that." Crawford said nonchanlantly.

"Actually," Schuldig smirked, "Weiss passed through this same bar and he is wondering if Nagi is related. Hmph. Not all Japanese are related."

"There would be a lot of deformities in child birth if we were all of the same bloodline," Nagi said without really thinking about what he was saying.

"Like you," Schuldig said innocently. He was awarded by an invisible punch to the gut. "I am being so abused," he wheezed out.

"My powers are not a deformity, baka," Nagi mumbled into his drink. Schuldig took a sip of his coffee and immediately started choking.

"What do they put in this coffee? It's stronger than Far's stuff and that stuff will knock your socks off. I think I just lost my boxers," Schuldig managed to choke out. Nagi's eyebrows disappeared into his banges and he launched himself over the table and landed on Farfarello.

"I'm not sitting next to a baka that doesn't have any tighty whities on any more," Nagi said.

"Tighty whities," Farfarello asked, smirking.

"I don't wear tighty whities, you know that," Schuldig scowled at the wee one.

"Oh, right. You're the one who wears the thong," the wee one said.

"And how do you know what underwear everyone seems to wear?" Farfarello looked at Nagi oddly.

"I was doing the laundry and Schuldig puts his name on his underwear," Nagi said matter of factly, "but I have to ask. Who sewed sexy big boy on their boxers. There were outlines of the pen that one of you used to sew and it wasn't Schuldig's handwriting and they were two sizes too large for me, so which on of you was it?" No one replied but Crawford was concentrating very hard out the window.

"I don't sew because Crawford hid all of the sewing needles from me," Farfarello looked sideways at the American.

"Nagi, you are no longer allowed to do the laundry. Schuldig, you do it," Crawford was glaring daggers at Schuldig and Nagi.

"You won't allow me in the laundry room anymore, remember?"

Dear lord, Crawford did remember

"SCHULDIG, get some laundry done while Nagi's on his trip. Your socks are smelling up the whole apartment," Crawford had a bandana tied around his lower face and all the windows were open but it still didn't help with the smell.

"I don't know how to do laundry. The kid always did it," Schuldig whined from the bathroom.

"Schuldig, your socks are making God happy, which is pissing me off. Do the damn laundry," Schuldig stumbled out of the bathroom and stampeded into the laundry room. When he opened the door a wave of green miasma hit him full in the face. He choked and fell to his knees before the door. Determened not to have the God hating albino Irishman, he crawled into the room. Once in, he told himself that the smell really wasn''t all that bad and stood. A wave of nausea hit him and the threw up into the washing machine.

'Doing laundry anyway, it'll be alright.'

Schuldig piled in all the socks, turned on the water, put in the soap and got the hell out of there.

"The dirty deed is done." Schuldig was shaking and his hair was drooping.

"Good job, here," Crawford handed him a beer. Schuldig took it and chugged it all down. An odd rumbling sound came from the room that Schuldig just vacated.

"Schuldig, what did you do?" Crawford glared down at the red head. Schuldig shook his head and edged away from the door.

"I told you I didn't know how to do laundry."

Crawford's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he took off running. Farfarello poked his head out of the kitchen to see what was going on when Crawford barreled into him and backed up to the back of the room, dragging Farfarello with him. Schuldig was still inching away from the door when it exploded. The last thing he saw was white.

"Ah, yes. I remember that. It took three weeks to get the stains out of the carpet. And I don't even want to remember the incident with Farfarello." Crawford rubbed his temples. "Okay then, Nagi, I'll do my own laundry from now on. You concentrate on keeping Schuldig's thongs in one peice."

Schuldig choked and buried his face in his coffee only to come back up howling. "Thad damn cobbee bib oo cot." He was holding a hand up to his now burning nose.

"Always knew your nose was too big. Now there's the proof," Farfarello laughed. Crawford, who was hanging precariously off the edge of the booth now fell off as Nagi pushed Farfarello over. Crawford landed with a solid thud on his left side and his gun shoved up painfully against his ribs.

"Are you O.K.? Here," Daisy had come back with their food which was all on a large platter balancing in her right hand as she held out her left for Crawford. Crawford pushed it away and pulled himself up with the table and pushed Schuldig over.

"Well, here," she handed out the food as Crawford rubbed his ribs where he landed on his gun. The motion wasn't lost on Daisy. Nagi's jaw hit the table as he saw the size of the hamburger that Daisy put in front of him.

"I guess American hamburgers are larger than Japanese burgers," Nagi said shakily as he looked at the burger that was the size of the plate. Daisy also put a smaller plate of fries in front of him.

"Don't worry, we have doggy bags, sweetie." She said and gave crawford an even larger plate with the shrinp scampi on it. Crawford grinned and prepared to dig into his favorite dish. She then turned to Farfarello and Schuldig and put the crustacens in front of them.

"Am I no longer the sweetie, sweetie?"

"No, I don't like boys who wear thongs. It just ain't right. But this one here is too cute!" She got behind Nagi and pulled him into a hug which landed the back of his head into her, ahem, amble bosom.

"Loosing. . . oxygen. Can't. . . breathe. Comfy. . . boobs."

"Daisy, get over here and stop harassing the wee one," called a man from behind the counter. Daisy reluctantly let go of Nagi and walked back towards the man who called.

"Have fun wee one?" Farfarello giggled over his crawfish. He put the tail of one in his mouth and bit down. It crunched loudly and almost chipped one of his teeth.

"You have to peel the shell off before you bite into it," a man in a blue jeans and a plaid shirt told Farfarelly.

"Hello, sir. Do you live around here?" Nagi asked politely.

"Yea, I live about an hour's drive from here. What are yall doing here? Passing through?"

"No, we are moving to a new house about two more hours up the interstate." Crawford said around a bite of scampi.

"Up around Old Nicholson?" Crawford nodded, "Ah," the man said brightlly, "I got friends up there. Better watch out for the women's circle, they'll tear you up. Well, enjoy yourselves here. The races are going on the next full moon, hope to see you there. My name is Bobby by the way. If you need anything give me a call." He gave Crawford his number and walked off.

"If everyone is so friendly around here, I might just really enjoy it," Nagi said absentmindedly.

"Don't get used to it. It's never always this good," Schuldig mumbled.

"You're just the kind of person whose glass is half empty," said a woman's voice.

"Am not," Schuldig pouted.

"No, I mean your coffe is half empty. Would you like some more," Daisy said. Schuldig grew red and shook his head.

"Could you please bring us the check? We need to get out of here," Crawford said. Daisy nodded and walked off only to come back a minute later with the check. Crawford gave her some bills and they walked out. The guys with the dart board waved at Farfarello and invited him back to a game. Farfarello took out one of his smaller knives and threw it at the board. Without another look back he walked out the door. The knife landed dead center.

Authors note

Whew, that took a while. Sorry, busy building a house. Hope you enjoy it so far. Is this story going too slow or is it just me? Please review, I type faster with nice reviews. Bye Bye