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Thicker Than Blood	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next morning as she walked by
the store, Ken was out sweeping the sidewalk.
He stopped her with a hello, and handed her the perfect red rose he had
tucked into his apron pocket. “Have a
good day, Brianna-chan.” He turned and
disappeared into the store.

The morning after that, Omi was
outside, heading out the door to school.
He bounced by, pressing a quietly pink rosebud into her hand. “Smile, Brianna-chan!” He tore off down the street, as though he
was late.

The day after that, to Brianna’s
great surprise, it was Aya who was outside the store. Without a word, he stopped her with one hand on her shoulder, and
tucked a delicate blue rose just in bloom behind her ear. A tiny smile graced his lips, but he was
silent as he turned away.

The next morning, she didn’t get to
go by the store, because of another early-morning meeting in Shinjuku. When she returned to her office at
lunchtime, Brianna found another spray of roses on her desk, next to the silver
ones. The bouquet was made up of blue,
pink, red, and silver roses, with only a touch of baby’s breath. She leaned in to smell their heavy perfume
as her fingers searched for the card.
She finally found it propped up against the back of the vase. “Please have dinner with us again. Yohji, Aya, Ken, and Omi.” She tucked the card into her day-timer with
the other one, and sat down in her chair to admire the roses. Now I
have their roses at work and at home, balancing between my desk and my
nightstand. These four men seem to make
quite a statement. Brianna grinned,
then looked up at the knock on her door.
Her boss walked in at that moment and stopped in the doorway, surprised.

“I’m sorry to come in like this,
but Mereii is on her lunch break, I believe.”
A slight man, dressed in an expensive tailored suit, Sarisho Takedo was
distinguished in a way that implied old money.
“Brianna-san, where did you get all of these lovely flowers?” He sat down in the other chair in the office
when she gestured it was all right.

“I made some friends who live near
my apartment. They have a flower shop,
and they seem intent on sending all of their stock my way.” Her laughter was a carefree sound that she
hadn’t heard in a long time. Sarisho’s
austere features made his smile all the more welcome, and he almost grinned at
the young woman’s happiness.

“I am glad that you are not
regretting your move to Japan. It is
always nice to make friends in new places, especially women that you can talk
to.” He leaned back a little in his
chair, relaxing.

“Women? But –” Brianna stopped, unsure of how to finish that statement.

“You said that you met some women
who run a flower shop, ne?” He tilted
his head to one side, and she had a brief flash of Yohji doing the same
thing. Yohji looks better doing that.

“My new friends are male,
Sarisho-san. They run the ‘Kitten’s
House’ flower shop just down the street from my apartment building.”

“I see.” Sarisho’s expression tightened a little, just for a second,
making her think she had imagined it.
His body tensed slightly. “Be
careful, Brianna-san. We don’t want
anything to happen to our best graphic designer! But I just stopped in to see how you were settling in. I should be going so that you can get back
to work.” He rose, and Brianna stood;
they bowed slightly to one another, and then he left.

Around six that evening, just after
Mereii went home, Brianna heard a noise in the outer room. She froze, holding her breath, as a cold
surge of panic filled her heart. The cleaners shouldn’t be in until at least
nine or ten…Maybe Mereii forgot something?
Or… The doorknob started to
slowly turn and the door open. Her eyes
slid shut, heart beating faster with fear.
It wasn’t until the quiet “Jo-chan?”
that she managed to open her eyes.
Yohji stood just inside the doorway, a concerned frown crossing his
perfect features. “I’m stupid, I’m
sorry, I didn’t even think that I might scare you. I called out, but you must not have been able to hear me. Are you all right?” Damnit. I should have thought before I barged in
here. He crossed the room quickly,
kneeling and brushing the hair out of Brianna’s face. His eyes behind his sunglasses searched her features, as though
he could reassure himself that she was all right just by looking at her.

“I’m ok now. I…I’m glad that it was you.” She hesitantly touched his shoulder, and he
tugged her into his arms, wrapping himself around the trembling girl,
comforting her with the feel of his strong body. She cuddled into him, breathing in his spicy cologne, wanting to
feel protected. Finally, though, he
lifted both of them to their feet.

“You’re coming home with me. Dinner will be ready by the time we get
there.” Startled, she watched while he
gathered up papers and laptop and stuffed everything into her bag. It didn’t seem that there was any choice, as
he dragged Brianna out to the street and back to his apartment.

Dinner was a mix of dishes, as each
one of the guys had made something different.
There was a lot of laughter, and even Aya loosened up enough to
talk. They demanded to know if she
liked the flowers that they had sent, and they all had smug grins on their faces
when she admitted that she loved the arrangement. “I never realized just how nice those colors could look together;
it’s not a very traditional design.”

“Omitchi decided it would
work. He’s the best of us when it comes
to unusual ideas.” Yohji grinned as the
younger man blushed.

Everyone lingered at the table
after dinner until Ken yelped and bolted out the door, calling that he was late
for practice. Omi saw the look of
puzzlement and explained that Ken coached a children’s soccer team. After his abrupt departure, the party broke
up. Aya wished her a good night as he
headed for his room, and Omi settled into the living room with his laptop.

Suddenly alone with Yohji, Brianna
brought dishes to the sink, running water and putting in soap. She was up to her elbows in suds when Yohji
slid his arms around her, tugging back a little to lean her against his
body. He was tall enough that he had to
bend down a little to press kisses against Brianna’s neck. Her hands stilled in the soapy water, as she
went limp against him, rocked by how quickly he was able to make heat explode
through her.

His hands were gentle as he held her close, and
tilted her chin enough to capture her lips in a kiss. It was powerful and demanding and gentle and rough all at once. Brianna groped for the dishtowel, and dried
her hands so that she could turn and run shaking fingers through his hair and
across his shoulders. The silk of his
shirt slid across his muscular frame, and the warm scent of his cologne filled
her senses. Don’t let go. Not yet. Let me stay here a little longer… But he pulled away and searched her face
with his piercing green gaze, for once not hidden behind dark lenses. “I’m not scaring you, am I?”

“No…no, I don’t think it’s possible
for you to scare me.” She blushed
again, and ducked her head a little.
Yohji laughed, low and deep, and he brushed a kiss across her
temple. He hugged her tightly.

“I’m sorry…You were just so pretty,
standing there with your hands all full of soapsuds, your hair tumbling down
your back, and I just wanted to taste you.”
He stepped back and ran his fingers through his hair. His shirt rode up a little higher on his
stomach, and Brianna could see each muscle.
“I’d better take you home.”

“Let me finish the dishes? You guys made dinner, it’s the least that I
can do.” She turned back to the sink
and started washing the dishes. Yohji’s
breath grew ragged as he watched her.
She was so busy listening to see if he would touch her again, that she
unthinkingly shoved her hair out of her face with wet, soapy hands. Water dripped down her silk shirt, and Yohji
sighed. Brianna turned to look at
him. He was watching her intently, and
a glance that she couldn’t resist confirmed what his problem was. His jeans were very tight, after all. She blushed a little, and redirected her
attention to the towel she’d grabbed, blotting the water off of the expensive
blouse.

“You’re trying to
torment me, aren’t you, jo-chan?”
Brianna stared at him, not sure what he was talking about. He pushed the chair out of his way and
stalked towards her. “Unless you want
to spend the night, you’re going home right now, dishes be damned.”

“Oh.” She breathed in quickly, a little shaky. I can
see the desire in his eyes…As though he wants to eat me up. I’ve never seen a man look at me like
that…as though I’m everything he wanted.
Her voice was quiet as she dried her hands. “Maybe I’d better get home now then.”

Yohji nodded, and invited Omi along
for the walk. They left Brianna at her
door, and the only way she knew that Yohji was serious about wanting her was
from the longing glance that he threw over his shoulder as he left.

“Yohji. You
let her go.” Omi stared up at the older
man in shock as they walked back to the flower shop. He giggled as his teammate cursed.

“Is that so hard to believe,
Omitchi? I do have some control over
myself. And she…well, she’s an
innocent.” He lit a cigarette and took
a long drag. He stopped to look up at
the stars as he exhaled the fragrant smoke.
“She’s…”

“Different.” Omi’s voice was suddenly serious, and his
normally painful cheerfulness was subsumed by a look of pain-filled longing.

“Yes. I don’t want to strip that from her. Nothing that pure can stay pure around us. I don’t want the stain of blood to wash off
onto her brilliant white light.” Yohji
crushed the cigarette stub in his hand and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.

“That’s why we should let her
go.” Omi sighed and started walking
again. He didn’t stop, even when he
heard his friend whisper longingly into the night.

“I wish we didn’t have to.”

Brianna’s steps slowed as she
reached the flower shop on her way home.
As usual, there were girls six deep around the door. I
shouldn’t stop. I should go home and do
my work. She found herself sliding
through the crowd and into the shop.
She stood uncertainly by the roses, not looking around.

“Brianna-chan? Is that you?” Ken touched her arm and she looked up. He was cradling a pot of flowers in his other arm, and his smile
was huge. “What are you doing here?”

“I – I was just walking home, and
thought I’d stop in.” She smiled at him
a little, and his grin grew. He tucked
the pot of flowers onto one of the shelves, and took her hand, towing her
through the store to the cash register.

“Oi, Omi,
look who’s here.” Ken jerked a thumb
behind him at Brianna, and the younger man’s eyes lit up.

“Brianna-chan! How are you?” Omi came around the counter and leaned towards her as if to hug
her. She smiled and hugged him tightly.

“I’m
fine. How are you guys?” She smiled at the two of them. Ken was leaning on the counter beside her,
and Omi was still at her side. They
were both smiling like the sun had just come out after a rainstorm.

“We’re
fine. Yohji and Aya are going to be mad
that they missed your visit.” Ken
laughed, turning the heads of many of the girls in the shop.

Omi
giggled. “You’ll have to come and see
them tomorrow. Then they won’t be
cranky.”

“Ok. I’ll stop in again tomorrow then, on my way
home.” She looked at her watch. “I should get going. I have an early meeting tomorrow to show
some of my new art.” She smiled a good
bye at the two of them, and started walking out.

“Oi,
Brianna-chan!” Ken raced up to her on
the sidewalk and caught her around the waist.
“Have a good meeting tomorrow, ok?”
He slid a silver rosebud behind her ear and smiled. “It matches your eyes.” He hugged her quickly and disappeared back
into the shop, ignoring the angry eyes of the fangirls. Brianna blushed, walking quickly away.

The next
afternoon, she stopped in to see Yohji and Aya. Yohji was stocking one of the cases when she came in, and she
startled him when she touched his shoulder.
“Brianna-chan, you came back!”
His charming smile graced his eyes as well as his lips, as pure pleasure
radiated off of him. He hugged her
tightly, brushing a quick kiss over her hair.

“I wouldn’t
want you guys arguing over my visits.
Besides, I like seeing you at work.”
She wouldn’t look at him as she spoke, but she was smiling. Just then, Aya walked out of the back and
spotted her. “Aya-kun! How are you?” Yohji let her go, smiling as the usually icy demeanor of the
redhead softened perceptibly.

“Brianna-chan.” His lips almost tweaked in a smile, and his
purple eyes weren’t angry. He held his
hand out to the girl, and she shook it.
She grinned to herself to notice that he was wearing the black shirt
still. Thank heaven. I don’t think I
could stop myself from saying something if he was wearing orange. “Are you staying for dinner?”

Brianna
didn’t know what to say. Dinner?
He’s inviting me to stay for dinner?
But…No, I don’t want to make a nuisance of myself. She shook her head. “I was just stopping by to say hello.”

Yohji
draped himself over her shoulder. “You
should stay. Omitchi is cooking tonight,
so it should be pretty good.”

“Oh, no, I
wouldn’t want to intrude.” She raised
her hands and tried to step away from Yohji.

“It’s not a
problem. Aya’s just cranky cause
Aya-chan is away at school right now, and so there’s no peacekeeper.”

“Aya-chan?” Confused, she looked back and forth between
the two men.

“My little
sister.” Aya did smile then.

“You have
the same name?” Brianna hiked the strap
of her laptop case higher on her shoulder.
Strange. Oh, this offer is so much more tempting than my empty
apartment. I can’t justify doing it,
though. I shouldn’t let myself get used
to being around them. I…I don’t want to
get hurt again – I seem to set myself up for falls.

“It’s
complicated.” Aya shrugged. Yohji shrugged and looked apologetic.

“I see…but
still, I shouldn’t stay much longer. I
have a ton of work to do.” The lie
rolled off of her tongue as she tilted her head, trying to look sincere. “But I’ll stop in again soon.”

Over the next week Brianna found
herself stopping in at the flower shop every day after work. On
Sunday, she gave in to her desire and decided to bring her sketchpad with her,
hoping to work in the shop instead of her apartment. The horde in the store was even larger than normal, and it took
her a couple of minutes to work her way inside. All four boys were working, and she caught Omi’s eye first. “Omi-chan?
Is it all right if I camp out in the corner and work?”

“Of course, Brianna-chan. We’d love to have you here.” He installed her on a stool behind the cash
register and left her with Ken. While
she worked, she chatted with Ken, and then Omi when he took over checking
people out. Aya and Yohji stopped by
the counter often to make comments.

The fangirls started getting
jealous of the attention. A short
brown-haired girl remarked to her friends, “Why is she getting so much special
treatment? I’ve never seen her in here
before.”

“That girl’s been in every day this
week. You’ve had your club after
school. All the guys seem to know her
really well.”

“How dare she try to get close to
them? She’s not even that pretty.”

“It’s not fair, letting her stay
even though she’s not buying anything.
We get yelled at all the time for that.”

Aya heard the girls, and his glare
silenced them. “Brianna-chan is
special. You will leave her alone, or
you will leave and not come back.” His
voice was calm and even; he didn’t yell, or get mad, he just looked at
them. She caught her breath at his
completely serious tone. Aya wants me around? He defended me…I didn’t think he’d do that. He…protected me. She watched him, her eyes wide with
surprise, but he didn’t say anything to her, or even look at her.

After that, the girls left Brianna alone. No one wanted to be exiled from watching the
men work.
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