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Mission Midwest: Weiss	By : katami Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: I apologize for the long delay and bless Phoenix for not hunting me down and beating me (although she gave me a good hard poke once or twice).

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Omi was thoroughly sick of school, the US and his idiotic teammates. Aya was still insane, but he now had an accomplice to his insanity - Yohji. The man would agree to anything to keep Aya happy so he didn't have to go back to sleeping on the couch. Ken was useless in arguing with the redhead. Although to be fair, Omi admitted that it was hard to argue when Aya was constantly in the kitchen - surrounded by sharp objects.

Which was how he found himself sitting in class when every bone in his body ached. Who the hell had come up with football as an American institution anyway? Or given Aya the idea that he should try out? He would pay good money to get his hands on that person.

He shifted in his seat, giving a different set of bruises a chance to ache and tried to pay attention. He wasn't quite sure why, since his classes were proving to be nearly unbearable, but it was hard to abandon years of conditioning.

Biology was going to give him an ulcer - provided he didn't get himself arrested for killing his lab partner. He had been paired with a member of the pep squad for the labs. Her name was Courtney or Brittney or Whitney - something-ney - with an IQ that seemed inversely proportional to her bra size. Her sole reason for attending class seemed to be the football player two seats over - since she had spent the entire period flirting with him rather than helping Omi prepare for the dissection they were doing on Friday.

Physical Education had been more frightening than anything else. The locker room smelled like an unholy union of old gym socks, urine, and decay. His only consolation was that the coach had been easily conned into thinking he needed to go to the nurse. It had been a hop, skip, and a jump from there to the computer lab. And from there it was an easy hack into the national database. He'd spent gym digging up information on their target rather than running laps.

And now he was enjoying listening to thirty people, thirty-one counting the teacher, butcher the German language. "Omi White, please come to the office. Omi White, please come to the office," blasted the announcement over the PA system and Omi gave a silent prayer of thanks. He fled class with a vow to burrow out under the fence if he had to return to class. Weren't there laws about child abuse in the US?

He walked into the office and found the school's security guard, the principle, vice-principle, and two men in dark suits waiting for him. None of them looked happy.

"Omi White?" demanded one of the men. He nodded. "NSA. We have evidence that you've been engaging in illegal hacking. We tracked a breach in the National Database to this location."

And just when his day couldn't get any worse...the universe found a way.

"Uh...what makes you think it was me?" he asked cautiously. Yohji's first rule - deny everything until they can prove otherwise - the blonde might just be onto something there thought Omi, trying to think. He had been sure he'd covered his tracks, checked and disabled every possible bit of security.

The NSA guy on the right nodded to the security guard and the heavy-set man wheeled in a TV pushing play on the VCR. There, on the screen was him hacking the database while he should have been in gym. It figured, the kid next to him was looking at porn but they went after the one who was just browsing a little restricted government data.

"Come with us, Mr. White. We're going to have a talk with your parents. Hacking is a very serious offense and the US government takes a dim view...," began the second agent, handcuffing him and leading him from the office. As he was led away, Omi wondered if they couldn't just take him to prison - that had to be safer than talking to Aya.

Unfortunately, they took him home, where they were met at the door by a very annoyed redhead in stockings and a silk robe. "This had better be...," Aya snarled, opening the door. Omi downgraded his chances of survival and wondered if they would arrest him if he confessed to murdering a bunch of people?

The agents led him inside, apologizing to Aya before they set about explaining who they were and why they were there - the redhead growing twitchier they entire time they spoke. "I see," Aya ground out when they were done.

"Now, seeing as it's his first offense and that he didn't actually steal or destroy any data, and the data he did look at isn't sensitive, the Attorney General is willing to let this go with a slap on the wrist. He'll do some community service and have his internet activity monitored, but no jail time.

"I assure you, gentlemen, my nephew won't have any internet activity after this," growled Aya, he had that twitch he sometimes got, the one Omi recognized as his trying very hard to restrain himself from leaping across the room to throttle someone.

"You'll be receiving paperwork regarding this matter in a few weeks. We're sorry for the trouble ma'am," murmured one of the agents as they stood. Aya showed them to the door and the minute the deadbolt closed the redhead turned to glare at him.

"I can explain, Aya," Omi began, backing slowly away from the advancing redhead.

"You got caught hacking a government database! At school!" snarled Aya, stalking him across the living room, his intent clear in his eyes.

"I can explain, Aya-kun," he pleaded, turning big blue eyes on the other man while still retreating.

"You brought police to my door! The night of Mary Crane's dinner party!"

"I'm gonna ground myself, Aya. I'll just be in my room - no dinner, no TV, no internet. No fun of any kind!" squeaked Omi, turning and fleeing up the stairs.
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