Title: 2005 Gift for Magictoes11

Author: tarotgal

Fandom: Weiss Kreuz

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: These characters and their world are not mine. I've no rights and no money.

Summary: Because of a cold, Ken's stuck manning the shop while others are off on a mission.

Notes: Written as a gift fic for Magictoes11 during the 2005 holiday season.

 

 

2005 Gift for Magictoes11

     Ken tried to put on a pleasant smile as he dealt with another girl throwing herself at him. There was only a low counter in-between Ken and the girl, but Ken reached over and grabbed a plant to help create an extra barrier. With the way he was feeling, and the way she was batting her long lashes at him, Ken had a feeling he would need all the help he could get.

 

     Help was in short supply today. The other three members of Weiss were off on a mission involving a serial rapist and murderer working on the south side. Ken had initially agreed to work on the mission as well, but recent complications made his involvement quite impossible. From the moment it was clear his little sniffle was really a massive head cold, the other members of the team had insisted he stay behind. He was deemed far too ill to work as an assassin. Apparently, however, he was well enough to work in the flower shop, because Yohji had made him promise to do so.

 

     They had three orders to fill for pick-up that day, and someone had to be there to finish the orders, give them out, and deal with the buyers. Unfortunately, that also meant dealing with the hoards of giggling girls who traipsed through the shop whenever it was open, looking and rarely buying.

 

     Today, though, Ken was the only one working for them to watch, and he knew he could not possibly be a very pleasant sight. His nose had been red and his face had been pale when he woke in the morning. And the sneezes had not stopped since.

 

     "ehhhh-ksh! Heh-hehhKSch!" He was quickly depleting the supply of tissues he'd brought to get him through the day. "HIHChhh! Hehhkshhh!" Ken definitely needed to blow his nose, and he didn't mind doing so in front of all the squealing, fawning girls because maybe then they'd leave him alone for a few minutes. Or, at best, leave a come back another day when there were others working as well and when he didn't feel quite so terrible. He regretted the move as soon as he made it, however. His sore nose definitely did not take a hard blowing very well, and he winced slightly.

 

     As he tossed the tissues away behind the counter, he had to smile at the irony. He could handle pretty much anything in battle and, given the sort of close-fighting that was his specialty, he had been wounded a number of times before. Yet the thing that was really getting to him and bothering him was his cold. "hihhh-kSh! ehhhKTchhh! hehh..." He shivered as he adjusted the tissues, making sure they were cupped around his nose enough to contain his sneezes. "ehhhhhh-tchhhh!" This last one bent him over a little and he was slow in straightening back up.

 

     "I'd like four dozen roses boxed up, please," said a soft voice in front of him.

 

     Ken groaned inwardly. He hated roses, and always ended up pricking himself on their thorns. When he went to look at who had requested them, he saw the girl from before had gone and a new one was in her place on the other side of the counter. However, he saw nothing more than a short someone in a large hat, obstructing his view of everything from body to face to hair. And, yet, the voice sounded strangely familiar. "Wait, do you cobe id here ofted?" he asked.

 

     The someone nodded back. "Of course."

 

     The voice was almost unsettlingly familiar. In fact... he was pretty sure... Ken reached over and pulled off the hat to see Omi smiling up at him playfully. "I dew it!"

 

     "We finished quickly," Omi explained, walking around the counter and fishing around behind it before pulling out his green apron. "So I thought I'd come surprise you and relieve you." He gave Ken's arm a comforting touch. "You really look like you could use a rest, Ken-kun."

 

     Ken was ready to protest and say that it was too much for just Omi to handle when he saw Yohji and Aya entering from the back, tying on their aprons, too, ready to work. The girls in the shop noticed as well, and their excitement was increasing to an almost irritating level. Normally he didn't mind the girls, even when they hung around and didn't buy anything, but when he was sick they were a little more difficult to put up with. He was glad for the chance to leave and go lie down. "Look, I abbreciate you relievig be but..." He looked longingly at Omi and ran his fingers up and down the neck strap of the young man's apron.

 

     Omi laughed and took it right off again. "All right, but just for a little while."

 

     Omi grabbed the tissue box on their way out and they didn't make it past the door before Ken needed to dip into it again, feeling more sneezes coming on.