Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Clips ❯ Clip 7 ( Chapter 7 )

- Clip Seven -

 

The boy reminded him way too much of Omi, except Omi was a lot more gawky and quieter than the exuberant sunshine named Michel. Of course, he had never mistaken Omi for a girl. Michel, on the other hand, was rather androgynous - in a cute and innocent way.

It wasn't hard to see that Ken had developed a bit of a soft spot for the young boy, for the same reason Aya decided he could put up with Michel. The boy was a living echo of an earlier, less complicated time.

Aya tensed up when he spotted Chloe approaching them.

The phantom hunter, though was a different story. He could not explain why, but Chloe's mere presence put Aya on his guard immediately, somehow drawing all his attention despite his resistance.

“Good afternoon,” greeted Chloe in his German-accented English.

“Hi, Chloe! I've invited them to tea,” Michel smiled brilliantly at his teammate. “Would you like to join us?”

Corners of ice-blue eyes crinkled as Chloe smiled charmingly at the youngest assassin. “I'll be delighted.”

“Wonderful! I got everything set up in the parlor!” Michel grabbed hold of Ken's arm and began to pull. “This way!”

“Okay, okay! I'm coming,” Ken laughed. He allowed Michel to drag him along, leaving Aya behind in Chloe's company.

The blond turned his smile on the silent redhead regarding him with wary violet eyes. “I see you are up and about, Fujimiya. You were most impressive during the `entrance test'.”

“You as well,” Aya replied politely.

“I wish to apologize.”

“What for?”

“I underestimated you. It's an insult to Weiss' skills and reputation. It has been a while since I've fought against someone so evenly matched. I suppose I had grown complacent.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Aya said curtly. He didn't meant to but he couldn't help it. Here, back in a similar environment, the mere mention of `Weiss' dragged up emotions and memories he spent two years trying to bury.

Chloe arched a brow.

He looked away from those keen ice-blue eyes, feeling rather self-conscious. He tried to step around Chloe for the parlor room but stopped immediately as the pale blond stepped directly into his path and personal space. Unconsciously, his grip tightened on his katana as he glared at Chloe.

“Do I make you nervous?” Chloe asked mildly, without inflection.

That pissed Aya off. “You do not,” he growled.

Chloe tipped his head thoughtfully and then he shrugged, “if you say so.” He turned away and strode towards the parlor room. “Coming, Fujimiya?”