Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or the lyrics to Truth. I wish I did though ;_;

Authors Note: He he…another PWP story to join the rest ~tosses her story in with the countless PWP's out there~ but hopefully this one will get a plot besides lotsa hot bishies screwing each other silly ^_^

Bara no Yugata

'Rose of Night'

By Black Widow

"Ame no mukou hitori Shizuka ni

Jikan wo wasure kimi wa matte iru

Gomen ne kyou boku wa aenai

Moshi mo aeba kowarete shimau"

            Rain poured in sheets on Tokyo, dark clouds rolling by overhead, lit every now and then by a flash of lightning. The windows of the Koneko rattled, an impressive bout of wind rattling the windows, causing the men inside to jump and stare at it. Typhoon Alama had decided to make her debut in Tokyo, pouring literal buckets of water down on the normally busy city to flood the streets and make people seek higher ground.

            Most of the city was evacuated, namely the dock and mountainside areas that could be wiped out by a tsunami or mudslide. Thankfully, Koneko nii Sume Ie had been built on higher ground than the evacuated areas and that they lived on the second and third floor of the shop, they didn't have to go anywhere.

            Youji glared at the window, puffing nervously on his cigarette. All the lights in the room had been turned off for electricity reasons, and a couple of candles were lit on the coffee table, casting an eerie glow over the room. The playboy was bored out of his wits, with nothing to do, no girls to flirt with and all the other members of Weiss were just as bored and cranky as he was.

Typhoon equaled having to stay cooped up unless some nut wanted to go 'play in the rain' and get sent over the rainbow to where all the munchkins played. And he hated it. He could watch TV and ignore Omi's protests about how it would blow the fuses if the power should go out, which it hadn't.

Ah well…let's see what's on! Picking up the remote, he flicked on the TV, flipping through the channels and turned it up. Like a Siren's call, it would get the kids attention and have him shouting in less than a minute. Oooo…something interesting…a talk show, American nonetheless, normally boring, but now called to his boredom to 'take a hike!'.
            "YOUJI-KUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Turn off the TV!"

And there was the kid.

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