Disclaimer: I own nothing except Shane Alexander.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, implied yaoi, random strangers dying... the usual
Author notes: I'm an exchange student in Germany. My mothertongue is English, but because I've been in Germany for 8 months, my English is beginning to suffer. Cut me some slack. I will triple edit to catch as many mistakes as possible. Also, some events that occur are purely fictional. Such as the assassination of a British prime minister. Purely fictional.
Kitten Number 5
As Shane was musing over his new situation, a knock on the door frame brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes and sat up. Yohji stood at the door.
"Everything okay, kiddo?" Yohji asked before stepping in the room. Shane nodded. "Good. It's a nice sized bedroom. Ken also informed me you'd be sharing a bathroom with me." Shane nodded again. "That's cool. Just, remember to put the seat down and don't be surprised if you go in in the morning and there's a woman in there." Yohji gave Shane a grin when he said this. Shane smiled slightly and gave a quick laugh.
Soon silence filled the room. Neither of them knew what to say beyond this point. "Er... well, dinner is ready now, so come down whenever you get hungry." Yohji said before nodding at Shane and leaving the room.
Once Yohji reached the kitchen, he took his place at the dinner table and the others looked at him expectantly. "What?" He asked.
"Is Shane coming down?" Omi asked.
"I don't know. I gave him the option. I didn't want to force him to eat if he wasn't hungry," Yohji said before serving himself. The others looked unsure but changed expressions when they heard footsteps come bounding down the stairs.
Shane appeared at the bottom landing and quickly took the free seat next to Aya. Silently, the five began dinner.
Not a word was said until Omi looked at Shane and opened his mouth and asked, "Where are you from in the US, Shane?"
Shane put his fork down and finished chewing. "I was born in New York, New York."
Omi seemed disappointed at such a simple answer. "Okay... Your name is really American, but you said you're completely German. Why's that?"
Shane sighed. "Shane Alexander isn't my birthname. I changed it for personal reasons when I was about 12. I was born Amadeus Prüße, which is totally German." Shane went back to eating.
"Okay. Have you been living in Japan long? You don't have an accent at all." Omi pressed for more about Shane.
"No. I've been here about 2 weeks. I only came here to find you four," Shane closed his eyes and exhaled deeply before continuing. "The owners of the orphanage I grew up in were Japanese. Their daughter was a friend of mine growing up, but she refused to talk to me unless I spoke Japanese. So, she began to teach me... That was about 14 years ago. I still write her letters which is how I kept my Japanese in shape."
"Oh... Where were you before Japan?" Omi asked.
"Germany. Just traveling throughout the country and doing the occasional odd job that popped up. I was there for about a year," Shane said counting the months in his head.
"Oh wow! So you speak English, German and Japanese? That's impressive," Omi complimented the boy. Shane responded with a mumble. "What happened to your parents?"
Shane immediately tensed up at this question. "I'd rather not talk about that." Omi, sensing he had touched a sensitive subject stopped his questioning Dinner returned to silence.
Shane finished first and just as he was leaving the table, Aya cleared his throat. Shane looked at him. "Put your dishes in the sink and don't get too comfortable yet. You'll be doing everyone's dishes tonight too. And tomorrow. And the day after that. That's payment for breaking those vases." Shane cringed when he heard this. "Each dish is about 30 cents. Which means you'll be done in about... never." Shane's jaw dropped and he began to protest. "You see," Aya continued, "those vases were a gift from a very dear family member of mine. Sentimental value is priceless. Enjoy your new job." Shane glared at the red head.
"Can't argue with that logic," Ken said as he piled his plate and utensils on top of Shane's.
"Welcome to the team," Yohji said following suit.
"Sorry...," Omi said adding to the pile.
Shane stormed into the kitchen. But returned a minute later with a satisfied grin. "At my aunt's home in Germany, the rules were that whoever cooks, cleans up the mess. Who cooked?" All eyes shifted to Aya. Aya glared daggers at Shane. "Well, looks like I'm not the only one cleaning tonight." Shane turned on his heel and strode proudly back into the kitchen.
"He'll fit in just fine, I think," Yohji said with a laugh before heading outside to smoke a cig.
An hour and several arguments over proper cleaning methods later, Shane was back in his room and he was verging on sleep when Yohji knocked on his door once more. "Oi, kiddo. Manx just stopped by. Here's your bank card, a valid Japanese ID, passport, etc." He laughed when he saw Shane's look of surprise. "That's Kritiker for you. They get the job done, fast. Rest up kiddo. Tomorrow you and I are going shopping and then I'm showing you the ropes of the flower shop." Shane nodded, but looked displeased at the prospect of a day job. Yohji then muttered a quick goodnight and shut the door behind him.
Shane lay back down and within moments, sleep overtook the tired boy.
The room had filled with sunlight by the time someone came knocking on Shane's bedroom door. Shane moaned and sat up groggily. Omi pushed the door open tenatively. "Shane, I'm leaving for school now. Yohji says you have a half hour before he leaves without. Bye!" And as quickly as he was there, Omi was gone again.
Slowly, Shane made his way to his bathroom. He quickly showered and slipped back into the clothes he was wearing the day before. He then started downstairs. Once in the kitchen he poured himself a cup of coffee, quickly downed the mug and rinsed it out. He checked himself for his wallet and once he was sure he was ready, he headed to the flower shop down below.
"Morning, kiddo!" Yohji greeted him brightly. "I was just about to get you. You ready?" Shane nodded in the affirmative. "Alright then. We'll take my car." Soon, the two were speeding through the streets of Tokyo.
Back at the flower shop, Ken and Aya were taking care of business. "So what do you think of Shane?" Ken asked suddenly.
Aya stopped for a minute, considering the question. "He got us pretty good yesterday. You were out like a stone, and I smelled the chlorophyl before he placed it against my face, so I managed to fake it. As long as he fights like that and he plays as one of the team, I don't see any problems." Aya went back to moving pots.
"I guess so," Ken said as he went back to sweeping.
Several hours later, Yohji and Shane returned in a car filled with shopping bags. It took 5 trips to get them all inside and up to Shane's room. Once back in the flower shop and in a new and very clearly expensive outfit, Shane sat himself on the counter.
"Guys, this kid is loaded. Including the money from Persia and his old bank account, $750,000. No fuckin' lie," Yohji said shaking his head in disbelief. Ken's jaw dropped and Aya's eyes widened.
"What kind of jobs have you been doing?" Ken asked.
"Mostly small things. Taking down drug dealers, mob bosses, et cetera. I've been known to dabble in politics on occasion. Remember the assassination of the British prime minister 2 years ago?" Shane asked this last question with pride. "Yep, pulled in a nice $600,000 for that job."
"Where does the money go?" Ken asked. If every job was as big as Shane had just described, he should have a lot more in his bank account than $750,000.
"Well, I bought my grandparents a home in the Hamptons for summer and then a penthouse in New York City for the winter. There was Opa's boat, the ever-changing warddrobe for Oma, helping send my cousin to college. It goes a variety of places," Shane said non-chalantly.
"Do they ever question where the money comes from?" Yohji asked.
"All the time. I eventually told them that I moved out west, became the boy toy of a fabulously wealthy plastic surgeon, which also explains all of my surgeries, and once he died he willed all his money to me. They think I'm a gold digger to the rich. Doesn't matter to them as long as they don't go broke," Shane said this as if it were typical of all 17 year old boys.
"Why'd you have surgery?" Aya asked suspiciously.
"Protection reasons, but it's not worth going into detail over. Alright, so what do I have to learn about running a flower shop?" Shane hopped off the counter and rubbed his hands together. Ken and Aya shrugged it off as Yohji began to show Shane how various things functioned and how things were done.
As the day grew older, schools began to let out and soon the shop was filled with hormonal teenage girls. Especially today. Word traveled fast about the new employee.
"Kyaaa! He's gorgeous!" One of the girls gushed. "His beautiful green eyes are perfect!"
"I know!" Another girl agreed. "And just look at that jawline! So rugged and masculine!"
"It's almost as if he's too beautiful!" A third girl commented.
"Damn Shane! The ladies are eating you up!" Yohji said elbowing Shane in the sides. The American just laughed.
"They'll figure things out soon enough," Shane said shaking his head. Yohji gave him a puzzled look. "Listen, they're already catching on...," Shane said.
"Oh my god, you're right!" The first girl said. "He IS too beautiful."
"That can only mean one thing!" The third girl stated.
"He's gay!" The group of girls collectively exclaimed.
"And there we go," Shane said shaking his head before turning back to his work.
"Really?" Yohji asked.
"Hmm?" Came Shane's reply.
"Are you really gay?"
"I am indeed. Is that a problem?"
"No... just shocked, I guess. You're the first one I've met that hasn't hit on me."
"Well, that wouldn't do good for our team dynamics, now would it?"
"Hah! I see your point!" Yohji laughed and patted Shane on the back.
By this point the store had begun to fill with hormonal teenage boys who had received text messages from their female friends about 'the fucking gorgeous new employee who they have a shot with'. Cries of 'I love you Shane' and 'Be my boyfriend!' could be heard amongst the teenage girls' screeching.
"Is this what's it's like everyday?" Shane asked as a sweatdrop formed anime style.
"Well, we used to have only girls. Boys are your fault... which also makes them your responsibility." Yohji said placing a hand on Shane's shoulder. "Good luck."
Omi hopped down the stairs but then stopped when he noticed the larger than average crowd. "Why're there so many boys here?" He asked with wide eyes. Ken and Aya appeared behind him and asked the same thing.
"My fault!" Shane said. "I'll take care of them."
"You mean he's--?" Ken asked Yohji.
"Yep." Came the response.
"I thought the story about being a boy toy for a rich doctor was a joke." Ken said. Aya nodded in agreement.
"Probably was. But he does like boys. That's a fact." Yohji folded his arms. He wanted to see how Shane would take care of everyone.
Shane stepped from behind the counter and sat upon it, legs crossed femininely at the knees. "Fellas! Fellas! Just relax!" He began. His voice was comparable to the sweetest honey known to man. He reached forward and seductively grabbed the chin of the nearest boy and drew him closer. "I'm more than confident that I will be able to help all of you before the day is done. I'm quite skilled with my hands, afterall." To punctuate this, he gave the boy who's face he was holding a kiss on the cheek. Half a second later, the building shook as all of the boys and half of the girls collapsed.
"Damn! He IS good!" Yohji's jaw dropped and his cigarette fell into his lap, burning him. "Fuck!" he exclaimed while quickly brushing the burning ashes away.
"Poor Ken-kun," Omi began, "boys tend to be heavier and harder to move than girls." Ken cried at the prospect of moving so many bodies.
Shane hopped off the counter proudly and carefully picked a pathway back behind the register. "Well! Back to work!"
-End chapter 2-
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