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Mission Midwest: Weiss	By : katami Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yohji took a deep breath, wondering insanely whether his will was current, before stepping into the kitchen. No knives being thrown. A good start he decided. Although where the hell had Aya learned to throw a knife? One problem at a time. First on the docket was assessing the situation, he could worry about seemly newly acquired knife throwing skills after that. Then he could worry about what the hell the Americans put in their water to make otherwise…well, they weren’t sane and certainly not normal, but maybe functional…assassins go nuts in less than twenty-four hours.

Aya was tossing a salad and humming again. Yohji took a moment to admire the line of his legs in the heels, following them up to the horrible floral dress (pastel yellow today). They had to get him some different clothes, anything besides the pastel floral prints.

“Uh…hi honey,” he tried lamely, wishing he had some flowers. He had always offered flowers when trying to woo women in the past, and while not female, Aya was sure getting into his housewife role.

An angry glare convinced him that he had said exactly the wrong thing. Nothing new there, he was always fucking up when it came to talking to Aya. “We’re having dinner with the Cranes this Friday and I’m going shopping with some of the women from the neighborhood on Thursday.” Yohji wanted to object, he didn’t want to meet the neighbors, but there was a knife very close to Aya’s left hand and he didn’t want to start dodging cutlery either. At least, not before dinner.

“Uh, okay.” The quick peck on the lips that response earned him left him baffled but happy. Maybe Aya was thawing, maybe he would be allowed off the couch? A guy could dream.

“Wash up, dinner will be ready in a second,” ordered Aya, taking his salad to the table and pulling a casserole from the oven. Then amazingly, vegetables appeared on the table and a pie was set on the counter.

What the hell did the Americans put in the water? And could he have it shipped to Japan?

“Wash,” growled Aya, whacking the back of his head. Still definitely Aya then. “Omi, Ken, dinner’s ready.”

They sat around the table, silent, tense and grinning. Well, Omi and Ken were grinning, tight forced grins, Aya was smiling this weird serene little smile and Yohji was still not sure what to make of it all. On the one hand, this new Aya was clearly unstable and dangerous; on the other, he cooked.

“How was school, Omi? Did you learn anything interesting? Make any new friends?” asked Aya, adding another scoop of broccoli to their youngest teammate’s plate.

Omi stared at Aya, his grin slipping. “Well?” pressed Aya, his voice slipping into a growl. Ken elbowed Omi sharply.

“School was fine, Aya-kun. They don’t let us leave class but the work is really easy. I had literature, math and history today.. Tomorrow will be biology, physical education and German,” squeaked Omi.

“That’s nice. Do you like your teachers?”

Omi was staring again, as if the idea of liking his teachers or Aya asking about it had never even entered his head. And most days he would have been right, but this was not most days and Aya had both a fork and a knife within easy reach. Yohji saw the glimmer of annoyance in Aya’s eyes and his grip tighten on his dinner knife. He took the smart course of action and kicked Omi sharply.

“Ow! They’re all very nice, Aya-kun.“

“Good. I was talking with Mary Crane, one of our neighbors, and she mentioned that they’ll be holding football tryouts soon, you should think about going out for that. After school activities are important and it will give you a chance to meet the other kids.”

“Yes, Aya-kun,” whispered Omi, looking slightly horrified at the idea, although whether it was football or meeting the other kids Yohji couldn’t say. Maybe it was both.

Silence fell, all of them eating nervously before Aya smiled at Yohji and broke the silence. “How was work?”

“Uh…good. I didn’t get a chance to check out the computer system but it looks like my cover’s good. Uh…How was your day, Aya?”

“Oh, just fine. I cleaned the house and got to meet some the neighbors. I had a very nice talk with Mary Crane. In fact, she was the one who made this lovely casserole.“ Three forks clattered to their plates as the rest of Weiss shared terrified looks. Aya smiled, a wickedly cutting smile that really belonged on the face of someone like Brad Crawford. “Eat up, you wouldn’t want your food to get cold,“ purred Aya. No one moved and a dinner knife slammed into the table between Omi and Ken. “I said, eat up.“

They quickly resumed shoveling food, risking poisoning was still safer than risking Aya’s temper.

“I thought I’d make Mary a nice pie as a thank you. I might do that tomorrow while Ken works on the flower beds. I decided we really should replant them. I was thinking some nice roses out front. What do you think, Yohji?“ murmured Aya.

“Roses will be fine, Aya,” he managed with a sickly grin.

“Oh, Ken’s going to be helping out down at the church and the local day care when he’s not helping me,“ purred Aya, pinning the brunette with a look that made him squeak and cower slightly.

“There was a small problem with the laundry today, somehow a red shirt got in with whites, so things are a little pink but other than that, they’re fine. I’m going to finish getting the house settled tomorrow and then run to the store to get supplies.

“Let’s see, Thursday I’m going out with Mary and Carol, so I’ll need you to pick up Omi, Ken. And you already know we‘re having dinner with the Cranes on Friday, Yohji, so no staying late at work. You need to be home promptly at five-thirty or we’ll be late.” Aya stood and smiled down at all of them. “Who wants pie?”
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