Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fair is Fair ❯ Chapter 1

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Fair is Fair

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Yohji sat in the darkness, waiting. Waiting ever so patiently. His target was in sight, Yohji had been watching him all night. But now it was just a matter of waiting him out.

"G'night Yohji-kun." the sandy blond teen yawned as he got up from the couch. The movie had just ended and he had school in the morning.

"Goodnight Omittchi." The blond man smiled, watching Omi move upstairs to his room. The smile turned predatory however as the teen moved out of sight. It was time to set his plan into action. He wasn't sure exactly what prompted him to make this decision, but now that he'd made up his mind, nothing would deter him.

Yohji shut off the TV and crept up the stairs after Omi, checking that no light was visible under the door to the teen's room. The eldest Weiss assassin yawned and slipped into his room and grabbed a small bag of items he had picked up earlier. These would come in very handy. Quietly, the blond slipped back out of his room and tip toed down to the end of the hall the Omi's room. He carefully opened the door and peered in. The boy was already asleep.

Hn. This is almost too easy. Yohji grinned and stepped into the room. There was a reason he had asked Omi to stay up and watch that movie with him. He knew Omi slept like the dead, and nothing would wake him up. Not even what he was about to do. The blond reached into the bag and pulled out a small jar. He quietly opened it and scooped out a generous amount, then snuck to the head of Omi's bed and proceeded to smear the gooey substance all over Omi's hair. It wasn't a great job, especially since it was kind of dark. But nevertheless, it was done. Barely suppressing a cackle, Yohji snatched up his bag and ran for his room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

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The next morning, the three eldest Weiss assassins were awoken by the sound of Omi's screeching like he was being murdered. Yohji bit his lip and ran out of his room, following Ken and Aya to Omi's room.

"MY HAIR!" Omi screeched. And sure enough, once the three men reached the bathroom, there was Omi with midnight black hair. The shower was still running and his hands were covered with the goo as well.

"Holy shit, Omi!" Ken's jaw dropped.

Even Aya looked shocked.

Yohji couldn't hold back anymore and doubled over with laughter. Ocean blue glared from beneath raven-black locks. It was a glare that even made Mr. "Shi-ne, I Am Aya. Fear Me and My Doomy Glare of Doom!" flinch.

"You are a dead man, Kudou." Omi hissed, magically holding a dart in his hands.

"Alright, I think we need to let Omi finish his shower, Bye!" Ken laughed nervously and pushed Yohji out of the bathroom, Aya trailing behind him, leaving a seething Tsukiyono Omi alone.

The rest of the day went fairly normally. Except for the holes Omi's eyes were burning into Yohji's back. The fan girls flocked to the youngest assassin just the same, many of them squealing about his "new hair doo." Many other girls thought he was sick as he wasn't being his usual genki self. Instead he was busily glaring at the blond.

Then he saw his chance as Yohji slipped into the back room for supplies. Omi quickly grabbed a pair of pruning sheers and followed him, slamming the door behind him.

The blond yelped and spun around. "Jesus Omi, don't sneak up on my like that."

"Why not, Yohji?" He continued to glare, pulling the pruning sheers from his apron.

Jade green eyes widened to the size of baseballs. "Omi, what are you doing?"

"What do you think, Yohji?" He grinned, then leapt at the taller man.

Yohji yelped and made a break for the door, but Omi was hot on his heels. Suddenly the raven-haired assassin tackled the blond.

"You reap what you sew, Yotan." He cackled and lifted the pruning sheers.

"OMI JESUS CHRIST STOP! IT WILL GROW OUT!" Yohji screamed, but it was too late.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Omi grinned, satisfied with his work. He dropped the pruning sheers next to the man's head, then left the room, dusting his hands.

Yohji reached a hand up to hair, his eyes nearly bugging out. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" The blond darted out of the room, immediately regretting it was the fan girls screamed in terror and flocked out of the flower shop. Ken and Aya just laughed, Aya doubled over and Ken leaning against the wall for support.

"That dye washed out you brat!" The blond seethed.

"And your hair will grow back." The black-haired boy shot back.

"Fair is fair, Yohji." Ken snickered.

"It looks like he got into a fight with a weedwacker!" Aya exclaimed.

"And lost!" Ken added, both men collapsing into fits of laughter again.

Omi just glared at Yohji, running a hand through his midnight black hair. And Yohji glared back, rubbing his hand over his own butchered blond locks. Both of them were going to be miserable for quite a long time.