Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ The End is the Beginning is the End ( Chapter 11 )

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

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own Calico. And Youji and Ran own eachother, respectively. ^_^ The song Karma Police is by radiohead, and I was listening to it while I got this shindig started, so thus the title.

Karma Police: Epilogue: The End is the Beginning is the End

::Ran's POV::

It's been two weeks since our last mission, and I'm sitting outside watching Ken wash my porsche. Yohji, sitting next to me on the steps of the Koneko, tilts his head over to rest on my shoulder and I can't help but smile. He's almost entirely back to normal; an ocassional nightmare marring his sleep sometimes -- but I can almost always calm him down.

"Yo! Kenken! You missed a spot!" Cheers the blond from next to me, watching Ken hose down the porsche.

Ken tried to argue with me when I told him his punishment for hotwiring the car was getting to wash it, once a week, for a month. He said it was useful, that his arrival in the alley had probably saved Kritiker a lot of trouble since he kept us from possibly being caught by the police.

I snorted. Fujimiya Aya, Abyssinian, caught by the police? Not bloody likely. Even Omi, or should I say Persia, attempted to get his boyfriend out of the punishment, turning those big blue eyes on me with a boyish pout as he helped Ken plead his case.

This was fruitless, because, number one, Omi's eyes don't really do it for me. Sure, they do it for Ken, but I've got Youji and that's enough melting for my quota. And number two, there are three, maybe four things in my life that nobody's allowed to mess with: Yohji, my sister, my porsche, and my katana. So Ken's washing my car, and Yohji's harassing him.

"Fuck you, Yotan." Snarls Ken, and I can tell he's thinking about turning the hose to spray us.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Ken." I murmur calmly, and the brunette shoots me a lopsided grin. Damnit.

"Or what?" He asks, and soon the droplets of water are pelting Yohji and myself.

"Gonna make me wash your car for another month?" Asks Hidaka, after Yohji and I are thoroughly soaked.

"Damn straight." I growl, moving to stand up, fully intending to kill the stupid soccer player, when lanky arms wrap around me in a loose restraint.

"Mm...play nice, Ran." Murmurs Yohji into my ear, lips brushing the earlobe. Maybe I'm wrong but I can't help but think that the blond seems amused and must be finding all of this funny. My theory is proven correct when Yohji turns me around, chuckling a little.

"What's so funny, idiot?"

I ask, eyes narrowing. That only serves to make Yohji laugh more, and he leans in, lips unbearably close to my own.

"You." Replies my blond, whose grin turns into more of a seductive smirk, one that I'm extremely familiar with. I can't say I mind. He leans in closer, keeping his voice down. "You look entirely too good dripping wet to be angry."

"Perv---!" Well, I was going to call him a pervert, but then the stupid idiot just had to go and kiss me.

And as I've said before, Yohji's an extremely talented kisser. Distantly I think I heard Ken yell for us to get a room.

Yohji shot back with a quick, "Like you and Omi are any better," which made Ken turn about as red as my hair. "C'mon, Ayan. I'll come help you get out of those wet clothes." Teases the blond.

Yes. Yohji is definitely back to normal.

::Ken's POV::

Over the past two weeks I've had to wash Aya's car twice because I hotwired it, but Omi and I have made a habit of dropping in to visit Ichiro. After the mission with Kreiger was over, I told him the whole story, and Persia was kind enough to give me a mission to slip the antidote into Ichiro's medication up at the hospital. He's back with his parents now and we meet him on the afternoons with some of my other soccer kids to work with them in the park. It's like having the best of both worlds: Omi and soccer.

I wasn't exactly thrilled by Omi's decision to retire Bombay and return to his position as Persia, because it meant he'd move back out of the Koneko. It worked out surprisingly well, though, because Persia's relocated all of us, Manx and Birman included, to Calico's division -- no more killing, it's more like espionage. And spies are always cool in those American movies so I figure it's pretty good buisness.

As Persia, Omi's got an apartment of his own, a suite, guarded by Kritiker's lackeys, and I've been thinking about moving out of the Koneko to stay with him. Aya and Youji would have to handle the Koneko on their own, but it wouldn't be the end of the world, and we'd all have our privacy.

I watch with a smile as Omi lets Ichiro steal the ball from him and fakes a moan of disappointment when the little boy scores. He checks his watch and ruffles the kid's hair, fondly.

"You're way too good for me to beat, Ichiro." Omi says with a smile. "But we have to get going. See you next week."

Their blue eyes meet, and Ichiro smiles. Omi, Mamoru, Persia; whatever, he turns back to look at me and I grin at him like the idiot I am.

I think I will move into that apartment, actually.

Omi's pleased with my decision and agrees to come back with me to the Koneko to get my things -- he sends his guards back to his office in the car and gets on behind me on the motorcycle. Our helmets are wired for the radio, and as we take off down the street, I hear the last chord of some American song fade away, in a refrain of relief.

Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself...

And this is really the end. Completen! My next fic probably won't be WK, because I want to write an A+M fic for Rurouni Kenshin (het, guys, het.) Anyway if you like that stuff, that's what's going to be up next. And now; notes to my loverly reviewers. ((MM.org and FF.net, b/c I'm lazy))

Honoo Moeru: And there you have it. The results of Ken hotwiring Aya's Porsche. ^_^ Thanks so much for your support. It really means a lot, that you've stuck with this thing from start to finish. *grin*

Kylie Norris: My mad writing skillz, eh? Say skizzles, instead, it makes me smile. Thanks for your reviews and support! Hey... that's MY Yohji plushie! Give it back! kekeke.. (reffering to your chapter 8 review, that is) =P

Crescent Quetzalcoatl: There's no way that I'm the best... there's so many other people whose fics I love. (which reminds me, at some point I'm going to put my favorites up, so everyone can see stuff that's better than mine. Anyway...) I'm glad you really liked it though; hopefully I can keep improving!

Kenzan: Of course Ken and Omi admitted their love for eachother. I haven't seen a fic yet where the characters don't in the end. *smiles* K+O aren't my favorites but I'm glad you liked how they came out anyway, and glad that I stuck it out. Thanks for your support!

Inori Sakura: Most of my updating is done on ff.net; I used mm.org b/c it still allows the NC-17 rating and I want to respect ff.net's rules. Glad you liked it!

Deunank: Can you keep a secret? I'm not so interested in K/O either. lols.. Yohji and Ran are my favorites.

Ziggy Stardust: Absolutely -- Yohji and Aya have awesome chemistry, and as the two older members of WK it just makes sense. I realize I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but thanks sooo much for the favorite. :) Check out ff.net, I tend to update faster on it. T_T; gomen.

(to everyone else, I believe I replied to you in earlier chapters. Thanks for your support and encouragement - it's meant the world to me and really helped me keep cranking this baby out.)

I :heart: you guys! -glaube.