Disclaimers:
This is my very first fic on fanfiction.net, so please be gentle!
I would love reviews! Please send them to [email protected]
Also, I should state that I do not own anything related to weiß, other than some lovely merchandise ^_^
Warnings are as follows: AyaKen, KenAya, YoujiOmi, OmiYouji. It's all pretty limey, nothing really to harsh.
Enjoy!
************ A night on the Town: Chapter 1 ************
"Ken! Where are you?"
"Coming!" a frantic Ken flew down the stairs to the basement. It was time for another mission. He leapt over the back of the couch and flopped into his seat. The others looked, but didn't say a thing.
"Alright," Manx began. "Omi, put in the tape, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
The usual routine began, with Persia introducing the latest target. This particular mission was to catch a drug lord who had been buying young males to use as bait and experimentation purposes. Ken was already worried about this one.
"So, who's in?" Manx concluded the video.
"Well. I can't go, I'm too young!" Ken glared at the boy. (Why does he even bother being an assassin? He can't even go on half the missions...)
"So that leaves Aya and Ken." Youji decided. It was too bad he'd missed the whole conversation.
"Huh? Me and -him-?? It's not fair! How come I always have to go on missions with Aya? Why don't you go Youji?" The older boy just glared. "Because, you half-wit, I have a date on that night. -If- you'd been listening instead of daydreaming you would've heard that part." He sat, for a second, dumfounded. Had that much happened during his internal rant? Why was he always left out of everything? It just wasn't fair! "Fine! I'll go on the friggin' mission with Aya, if it so pleases you!" he tossed his hands in the air and stomped up to his room.
"Well! What's got his goat?" Omi was genuinely shocked.
Youji winked in Aya's direction. "Gees, Aya, what have you done to the boy? He didn't mind going on missions with you before."
"I don't know." Aya said shortly. "I'll go see if he's ok."
Youji's eyes followed the redhead up the stairs. "Well.I'm jealous.Aya would never do that for -me-."
"Ken?" there was a rap at his door.
"Go away Aya, I don't want to talk to you." He hid his face under his pillow. Aya ignored him and came in anyway.
"Ken, what wrong with you?" Aya's voice was bland and unconcerned.
"I just get sick of always going on missions, that's all. We always have to do the missions." He whined into his mattress. "Youji -always- has a date and Omi's -always- too young.." Tears bit at his eyelids. He was so frustrated.
"So it's nothing against me?"
He raised his head a little to look at the redhead. "N-no, of course not. You're ok.I just hate always doing the missions."
"Ok then.don't worry. I wont let anything happen to you." With that the older man stalked out of the room. (Weird) Ken thought. (Since when has he cared about anything but himself, or asked about things like that?) He rolled over to stare at the ceiling. (Aya.I still don't even know who you are.) Everyone else in the group was easy to figure out, but Aya just had too many walls around him. (By the way.I never did find out all the info on this mission.) He hoisted himself out of bed to find someone who could fill him in. He found Youji making soup in the kitchen.
"Hey Youji? I never did find out about this mission." the blonde whirled around with a smile on his slim face.
"No prob Kenken. You guys only have to go to the club on 33rd street. It's no biggy. The target's there every Friday and Saturday night. You really shouldn't worry about it."
"Oh...ok then." He sighed with relief. At least he didn't have to do anything dangerous. A smile crossed his face. "That's good news."
"Is it -really-? I thought you were opposed to things like that." Youji had a smirk on his face. "But I guess it all makes sense now."
"What? What makes sense? I go dancing on occasion, it's nothing too bad..." Youji leaned forward to give him a light kiss.
"Oh Kenken...I never knew. Damn, I should have taken advantage when I had the chance."
"Youji, what the hell are you talking about?!" Ken backed away from Youji, lust written all over him. "Well, I.I thought that you."
"What's going on?" Aya's icy frost filled the room. Ken took the opportunity to leave the room, but Aya grabbed his arm on the way out. Youji glanced at his watch. "Oh.gee.seems I gotta go." The skinny man bolted out before Aya could catch him too. Ken looked up at the redhead. He could see a hint of anger written in those violet eyes. Or was that jealousy? "I really need to go, Aya. I have some things I need to take care of." He tried to pry himself loose, but the older assassin's grip was too firm. "Don't mess around with him, Ken. He'll only break your heart."
"What??! What are you talking about? I have no idea what happened, but let me tell you how I liked it. I didn't! I wanted to get as far away as possible! He scared the crap outta me - what?" Aya's gaze had softened. He seemed to be enjoying this parade of excuses.
"Nothing. Go." Ken retrieved his arm and left for his room.
This is my very first fic on fanfiction.net, so please be gentle!
I would love reviews! Please send them to [email protected]
Also, I should state that I do not own anything related to weiß, other than some lovely merchandise ^_^
Warnings are as follows: AyaKen, KenAya, YoujiOmi, OmiYouji. It's all pretty limey, nothing really to harsh.
Enjoy!
************ A night on the Town: Chapter 1 ************
"Ken! Where are you?"
"Coming!" a frantic Ken flew down the stairs to the basement. It was time for another mission. He leapt over the back of the couch and flopped into his seat. The others looked, but didn't say a thing.
"Alright," Manx began. "Omi, put in the tape, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
The usual routine began, with Persia introducing the latest target. This particular mission was to catch a drug lord who had been buying young males to use as bait and experimentation purposes. Ken was already worried about this one.
"So, who's in?" Manx concluded the video.
"Well. I can't go, I'm too young!" Ken glared at the boy. (Why does he even bother being an assassin? He can't even go on half the missions...)
"So that leaves Aya and Ken." Youji decided. It was too bad he'd missed the whole conversation.
"Huh? Me and -him-?? It's not fair! How come I always have to go on missions with Aya? Why don't you go Youji?" The older boy just glared. "Because, you half-wit, I have a date on that night. -If- you'd been listening instead of daydreaming you would've heard that part." He sat, for a second, dumfounded. Had that much happened during his internal rant? Why was he always left out of everything? It just wasn't fair! "Fine! I'll go on the friggin' mission with Aya, if it so pleases you!" he tossed his hands in the air and stomped up to his room.
"Well! What's got his goat?" Omi was genuinely shocked.
Youji winked in Aya's direction. "Gees, Aya, what have you done to the boy? He didn't mind going on missions with you before."
"I don't know." Aya said shortly. "I'll go see if he's ok."
Youji's eyes followed the redhead up the stairs. "Well.I'm jealous.Aya would never do that for -me-."
"Ken?" there was a rap at his door.
"Go away Aya, I don't want to talk to you." He hid his face under his pillow. Aya ignored him and came in anyway.
"Ken, what wrong with you?" Aya's voice was bland and unconcerned.
"I just get sick of always going on missions, that's all. We always have to do the missions." He whined into his mattress. "Youji -always- has a date and Omi's -always- too young.." Tears bit at his eyelids. He was so frustrated.
"So it's nothing against me?"
He raised his head a little to look at the redhead. "N-no, of course not. You're ok.I just hate always doing the missions."
"Ok then.don't worry. I wont let anything happen to you." With that the older man stalked out of the room. (Weird) Ken thought. (Since when has he cared about anything but himself, or asked about things like that?) He rolled over to stare at the ceiling. (Aya.I still don't even know who you are.) Everyone else in the group was easy to figure out, but Aya just had too many walls around him. (By the way.I never did find out all the info on this mission.) He hoisted himself out of bed to find someone who could fill him in. He found Youji making soup in the kitchen.
"Hey Youji? I never did find out about this mission." the blonde whirled around with a smile on his slim face.
"No prob Kenken. You guys only have to go to the club on 33rd street. It's no biggy. The target's there every Friday and Saturday night. You really shouldn't worry about it."
"Oh...ok then." He sighed with relief. At least he didn't have to do anything dangerous. A smile crossed his face. "That's good news."
"Is it -really-? I thought you were opposed to things like that." Youji had a smirk on his face. "But I guess it all makes sense now."
"What? What makes sense? I go dancing on occasion, it's nothing too bad..." Youji leaned forward to give him a light kiss.
"Oh Kenken...I never knew. Damn, I should have taken advantage when I had the chance."
"Youji, what the hell are you talking about?!" Ken backed away from Youji, lust written all over him. "Well, I.I thought that you."
"What's going on?" Aya's icy frost filled the room. Ken took the opportunity to leave the room, but Aya grabbed his arm on the way out. Youji glanced at his watch. "Oh.gee.seems I gotta go." The skinny man bolted out before Aya could catch him too. Ken looked up at the redhead. He could see a hint of anger written in those violet eyes. Or was that jealousy? "I really need to go, Aya. I have some things I need to take care of." He tried to pry himself loose, but the older assassin's grip was too firm. "Don't mess around with him, Ken. He'll only break your heart."
"What??! What are you talking about? I have no idea what happened, but let me tell you how I liked it. I didn't! I wanted to get as far away as possible! He scared the crap outta me - what?" Aya's gaze had softened. He seemed to be enjoying this parade of excuses.
"Nothing. Go." Ken retrieved his arm and left for his room.