Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ procreating female dog ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter two

 

They'd all been going through weeks of psych evaluations Kritiker had said that they needed it, that it was necessary to see how their jobs were affecting their well-being. So far there hadn't been any problems, they were each scheduled for one more meeting and then that was supposed to be it. Now this fiasco with Yohji.

 

Weiss sat around the kitchen table not saying anything, not looking at each other, just waiting for their doom.

 

Their doom came in the form of a female redhead who insisted on wearing a red `business suit,' although for what type of business Weiss didn't know, and high heels with socks.

 

“Weiss,” she greeted them.

 

Yohji was the only one who looked up into the face of their doom, then back down. She looked grim.

 

“My bags are packed, I can leave whenever you want,” in his voice was his plea to take him and leave the others out of any repercussions. Yohji sincerely doubted he'd see the end of this day. His belongings would probably be destroyed along with him, leaving no trace of his existence.

 

“Hmm.”

 

What kind of answer was `hmm' anyway. Manx just stood there in silence.

 

“Do you want to take this to the mission room?”

 

Yohji scowled, how dare she? He had no problems with his impending death (well that wasn't completely truthful), but to do it where the others would have to face the reminder day after day.

 

Omi began to cry, silent tears slipping down his too young for this face. Yohji would love to say that he would miss the little assassin that he thought of as a younger brother, but quite frankly he didn't think he'd feel anything ever again.

 

Ken voiced his concerns, “You f@3$%* &^*#$!” (A/N: think procreating female dog)

 

Manx shook her head, “You misunderstand me. I meant do you want to carry out the rest of this conversation in the mission room?”

 

“No,” Aya's tone pretty much screamed give us the bad news right here, right now. Don't try and pretty it up, don't try and buy yourself some time.

 

“Alright then, first let me put every one's mind to rest: there's nothing wrong with Kudoh.” There was a general sigh of relief. Kudoh even managed to grin, until she continued. “Well nothing new wrong with Kudoh anyway, he's always had his problems.”

 

Kudoh, the big, bad assassin that he was retaliated by sticking out his tongue at the wench.

 

Ken snickered.

 

Manx ignored their childish behaviour, “That being said there's something wrong with the rest of you.”