Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ How to Get Killed in Ten Easy Screw-Ups ❯ Chapter 7

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

If at first you don’t succeed—hire professional help, Yohji believed.

Okay, maybe he’d gone a little far. But the chibi’s hair obstinately refused to fall out, and he just couldn’t let the credit card fiasco go. Especially as Yohji had got an outbreak of acne, just as that awful tourist had promised he would, and letting Omi win was letting her win...

So he’d paid off his credit cards and bought himself a safe that would slow down even Omi, booby-trapped it six different ways, and put his most treasured porn mags in there. And the Fruit Roll-Ups. Couldn’t let anything happen to the Fruit Roll-Ups. He’d warned Aya to watch his step—something the redhead said he did anyway, with the horrible slobbiness of Yohji’s room—and he’d gone out and found the perfect professional to enact his revenge.

He did have some mercy. He let Miko’s dance-party come and go undisturbed.

But Omi’s ‘accidentally’ meeting her at the cherry-blossom festival—well, now that got interrupted. By a break-dancing American professional wrestler turned stripper.

“Don’t mess with the best,” Yohji had written in the unsigned card she delivered with her teeth.