Gemstone Eyes

A/N Hi everyone! Another story by me, Tareacel! :) This is my first Weiss Kreuz fic...so forgive any OOCness beyond the amount that is needed to actually pair Aya with anyone. hehehe. I hope the relationships within this story, those of love, friend, and confidante, become clearer the farther on you read. One thing, Omi is seventeen in this story. This is the given age I found for him on most of the websites I checked out. And as such, he acts like a seventeen year old, not twelve as he is known to act at points in the series. Although I\'ve still managed to keep him cute and mildly innocent...My roomate and I refer to him as \"hentai Omi\". Enjoy!!! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, Weiss Kreuz Gluhen, or Weiss Side B....in any anime, OVA, or manga format. My insights and character tweakings are my own...nothing else. I own nutzing, I make nutzing....if you sue me...you shall get nutzing.

Gemstone Eyes


It had been a rather quiet week at the Koneko. The four florist-assassins had been given a small assignment at the beginning of the week, rather easily executed. When another had not been forthcoming, Aya, of course, had been the first to contact Manx to talk. Currently, the two were sitting in the corner of a small, cheery café. The atmosphere was not mirrored on Aya’s stony face.

“What do you mean, a week off?” The redhead growled, amethyst eyes flashing. Manx smiled prettily, mentally sighing. The scarlet haired leader of the Weiss team was a stunning specimen of a man, tall, slender, strong, and intense…but his attitude needed a drastic makeover.

“Fujimiya,” she whispered conversationally, “we simply decided that you and your team have been under an undue amount of stress lately. And since you have not let it affect your work in any of the assignments given you, it was decided you were to be rewarded.” She patted the man’s willowy arm comfortingly. Aya nonchalantly pulled both his arms from within her reach and settled them in his lap.

“A reward, Manx? It’s convalescent leave and you know it. The unfortunate accidents that occurred with that mission are not life threatening, and do not require a week to heal.” Aya stared her down. Manx sighed irritably, and leaned in closer. Her eyes snapped jade flame.

“Only you would consider hard-won free time as ‘convalescent leave’, Abyssinian.” She spoke evenly, but the rebuke was clear. “I don’t care what you do in that time, but it will not be Weiss business, understand?” She leaned back again, a smile returning. “Actually, I daresay a week off will be good for everyone’s morale. Hidaka I know will enjoy the chance for his wrists to fully heal, and Kudou will be able to, shall I say, pursue some of his other interests?” She giggled. ‘If only one of those other interests could be myself…’ she inwardly sighed dramatically. “What the other two of you do is up to yourselves.” She shrugged. “I’ll leave you to it.” Flashing him a smile, she departed.
In back of the flower shop, which had just closed for the day, the two younger members of Weiss whooped and gave each other high fives, Ken wincing as the motion stressed his wrist injury.

“Yatta!! No assignments for a week!” Omi crowed, then hurried upstairs to pounce on his laptop. Yohji smirked and called out after him.

“You’d better not be up there surfing for porn, Chibi!” Footsteps pounded upstairs, and Omi appeared at the top of the staircase again.

“I’m NOT!” He stuck his tongue out at Yohji. “I’m just chatting with a few friends from school.” With that, he disappeared again. Ken chuckled and slowly rotated his wrists as he looked at Yohji over their kitchen table. They were heavily bandaged and taped almost rigid.

“It must be nice to be so..normal. I mean, school, friends and such. Wish we had that.” Yohji snorted and fingered the thin stripe of bandage across his neck. He tossed his honey-blonde hair casually.

“You and Omi can keep school and friends. I’ve got my women, and they take good care of me.” At a noise from upstairs, Yohji’s eyes fixed on the first door at the top. Ken’s eyes soon joined his.

“D’you think Aya’s mad at us?” Yohji smirked, then reached over to lightly ruffle Ken’s hair.

“No doubt.” He said bitterly. “I’m sure Abyssinian just adores the fact that his bloody little guilt-free killing sprees are over for an entire week, because Balinese and Siberian got duped by Schwartz.” Ken grimaced.

“It wasn’t our fault, Yohji.” The blonde nodded, eyes still fixed on the offending door.

“Yeah, we all know that…except Aya.”



Two missions ago, they had received a message telling them to breach the security defenses of a certain business building, download certain files pertaining to the corporate embezzlement of millions of dollars which had been used to fund a sex-slave trade in Russia, and get out. Relatively simple mission, until you took into account that Schwartz had decided to pick that day to play with them. Caught off guard as they were by most of the American-led team’s random appearances, they had still been able to complete the mission. Ken and Yohji had fended off Schwartz while Omi had used his talents to make the computer yield its secrets, with Aya protecting him.

But during this, Yohji and Ken had fallen prey to Schwartz’s abilities. Crawford and Farfarello had gone up after Aya and Omi, and the other two Weiss had been left with the ‘path and ‘porter, Schuldich and Naoe Nagi. Mastermind and Prodigy had proceeded to play with them for the next fifteen minutes. Next to a telekinetic alone, both the Weiss men had been hopeless. But with the sadistic cruelty of Schuldich’s mental games added in, it had become hell. Eventually, Mastermind had received orders from Oracle to incapacitate the two while Schwartz made their getaway. During that brief second where Schuldich’s voice was not in their heads, Yohji, muttering Japanese curses Ken had never heard before, shot wire at Schuldich’s throat. The German had looked up in surprise, but Nagi had caught the wire with his mind and sent it back towards Yohji, arcing in a deadly half-loop. Ken had hurled himself in the way just in time, clawed and gauntleted wrists upheld in front of his own neck and face. The wire had wrapped around the outsides of Ken’s wrists, continuing around to nick the back and side of Yohji’s neck.

Though the wire had drawn blood from Yohji, Ken had taken most of the damage. Having thrown himself in front of the eldest Weiss member, the arc of the wire had cut into his wrists deeply, down to the bone. The hospital that Manx directed them to had patched him up admirably, informing a silently seething Aya that it would be best for Ken if he didn’t put himself into any “stressful situations” for at least three weeks. The wound had been wire-thin, making it easy for the skin and muscles to repair themselves if left alone, but the nerves would need some time to recover.

Upon returning home, Aya allowed his cold fury to surface. He lectured them sharply on the importance of not making stupid mistakes that could have put half the team in danger. He had been glaring at Yohji, who hadn’t been able to take it anymore.

The blonde had reared up from the table and leant over it, almost nose-to-nose with Aya. “Listen, Abysinnian, with Schwartz any move, attack or defense, is a fucking stupid mistake!! I saw a goddamned opening, and you better believe I went for it! I don’t regret that.” Yohji stood again, an impressive move since he was taller than even Aya by a few inches. Then he spoke again, eyes still locked with the frigid redhead, in a flat tone of voice that made him sound more like said redhead than himself.

“I do, however, admit and regret the fact that I thought I could move faster than Nagi. I decided to take a chance on the idea that I might be able to get my wire around the German’s neck before Prodigy could catch me. I was wrong, and for that I apologize to you, Ken.” Yohji had looked at him then, and Ken had, of course, accepted his apology. After all, he had been there and had seen what happened.



Yohji sighed and arose from his seat at the table. “Well, I’m going out, see if I can get some sympathy for these scratches.” He grinned cockily. “Stay out of Aya’s way, if you can. It shouldn’t be too hard, I’d bet he stays in there all night.” Yohji looked to the door at the top of the landing again. Then he looked at Ken and winked. “See if you can get some quality time with Omi.” Ken started, then blushed furiously. Yohji laughed and sauntered down to his room.

TBC.....

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