Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Second Calling ❯ Pink!!! ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

(Author's Note): In this chapter Omi meets his old friend Hiro, and poor Omi experiences the joy of makeovers. ^_^ Enjoy.


Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or Gravitation, but you knew that already. ^_~

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Chapter 2: PINK!!!!!




Omi's discomfort at leaving home and the sorrow of saying goodbye to his friends and family was dulled somewhat by the sight of his old friend and partner, Hiro. The longhaired assassin slash guitarist was a welcome sight for Omi as well as the knowledge that they would be working together again this made the homesickness bearable. Hiro's smile and warm greeting alone, made Kirshiker's decision to place him on a long-term undercover assignment tolerable.


Smiling as he approached his old friend, Omi couldn't stop the blush that spread across his face at Hiro's greeting.
'Hey Omi, long time no see little buddy; you look as cute as you did the last time we were working together.'


'It's nice to see you too Hiro, I wasn't the least bit surprised that Manx paired us again.'


'I missed you...'Omi added this as the delicate blush on his face darkened to a bright crimson, he only hoped Hiro didn't notice it.


Hiro smirked at the embarrassed teen, as he walked up to his little partner and placed his arm around Omi's shoulders.


'Well, we have all the time in the world to catch up, but for now you and I have some preparations to do for the mission, and you my friend have a date with a bottle of hair dye.'


As his eyebrows rose slowly and his eyes went wide, which gave Omi the distinct look of a deer caught in headlights; he couldn't help the sweat drop at the evil gleam in Hiro's eyes.


'Hair dye?' Omi repeated, 'why do I suddenly have the feeling that I am not going to like what you have planned for me.'


'Oh Omi, Hiro laughed, yea of little faith, I thought you trusted me?'


A slow and pitiful groan was Omi's only answer to Hiro's question.





Two hours later the normally blond to light brown haired genki assassin found himself standing in front of a full length mirror, a look of pure horror configuring his normally sweet face to something that did not even remotely look happy


' BUBBLE GUM PINK!!!!!! ' Omi cried. A look of pure horror instantly changed to one of homicidal anger that would have made even ice queen Aya-kun flinch. Glancing at the sheepish look on Hiro's face through narrowed eyes, the normally happy assassin had to reign in his desire to do bodily harm to his friend and new partner, or better yet find some kind of exotic hair dye to use on Hiro. 'Hmm, maybe purple, or neon green, yah Hiro would look great with neon green hair.'


The insane giggles coming from the obviously upset teen were beginning to make Hiro uncomfortable, but before he had a chance to voice his reasons for the choice in unusual hair color he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall opposite of the chair that Omi had been sitting in during his makeover.


Looking down at his assailant, Hiro came face to face with a furious cerulean glare, and tried to remind himself that it probably was not in the best interest of his own health to upset the boy assassin any further.


Omi tried to clam his breathing and reclaim some semblance of placidity as he hissed at Hiro through clenched teeth, 'what the hell were you thinking, dying my hair PINK!!!! I have enough trouble with Yohji teasing me about the fan girls in the flower shop fawning over me, I don't need him seeing this!'


Trying not to burst out laughing at the ruffled teen's hissy fit, Hiro ruffled the bubble gum locks, which he had to admit, looked great on Omi. Not many people could pull off pink hair, but Omi was defiantly an exception to that rule. As the older assassin tried to pry his younger partner's fingers from their death grip on his shirt, he attempted to placate the irritate boy.


'It's no big deal Omi-chan,' Hiro almost winced at the cerulean eyes narrowed further but with the ruffled pink hair the young assassin looked more like a rumpled kitten than a dangerous killer.


Patting Omi on the back Hiro commenced his explanation that the unusual hair color that by the way looked fabulous, was necessary for the mission, and once this simple fact was explained Hiro knew that he had won this battle, after all as long as it was for the mission he knew Omi would accept it, even if it was a bit begrudgingly.


'You look great, besides we're supposed to be in a band Omi, you're the star performer and you need a wild and unusual look that will help catch the public's interest.'


Omi sighed and let go of Hiro's shirt, blushing a bit when he realized he had practically made Hiro one with the wall. Turning to the mirror he looked at his reflection and tried to straighten the ruffled pink locks, all the while praying that 'the public' didn't include any of his teammates at the flower shop, specifically a lanky, blond haired, florist who would never let him hear the end of it.


'I guess I can learn to live with the hair, as long as it is for the mission...'


'There you go, and now to complete the look put these on.' Hiro handed the new pink singer a pair of colored contact lenses.


'Purple?' Omi looked unsure about this idea, first pink hair and now purple eyes, what was he supposed to be, a girl or something.


Smirking a the skeptical look he was receiving, Hiro nodded to his friend and turned away from the soon to be singer, and decided that Omi's look needed to be completed; what better way to do that then with some new clothes. Hiro grabbed a shopping bag that contained the first few outfits that would later be added to for Omi's, no wait, Shuichi's new wardrobe.


Turning back around to see how the kid was doing with the contact lenses and to see if he needed any help, Hiro failed to stifle the gasp that slipped past his lips. Omi gave him a curious look at the gaping stare Hiro was giving him. Lets just say that Omi looked phenomenal with the combination of bubble gum pink hair and the wide expressive violet eyes.


'Wow...'


'What was that?' Omi said as he stifled a giggle at the mumbled response Hiro graced him with. Now violet eyes, shifted to study the shopping bag that was limply being held in Hiro's dwindling grasp, Omi shrugged as he walked up to his momentarily stunned comrade to take the clothes from him. 'Well after the hair and eye colors, the clothes can't be any worse, hopefully.'


Snapping out of a daze when he felt the clothes tugged out of his grasp, Hiro abruptly realized that drooling all over his partner was not very attractive. He at least had the decency to blush at the audacity of his own inappropriate thoughts, and smiled to try and cover his own embarrassment.


'Um, uh... Omi you should go change into those clothes to see if they fit, we can always pick up more stuff for you later on once we are settled into our new apartment.'


'Ok,' Omi smiled at Hiro's blushing ramblings, 'so how long do we have to wait before the interview with Nittle Grasper?'

Thankful that Omi had changed the topic of conversation away from his physical appearance to the mission, Hiro went over their mission schedule.


'Thanks to Krishiker's connections and Manx's help, the president of Nittle Grasper thinks we are some newly discovered band, both of us just out of high school, which for you I guess is pretty true. He thinks we are ready and eager to make our dream of being a famous band a reality.'


Hiro's description of the mission plan was abruptly cut off as Omi stepped out of the bathroom he had been changing in. He wore a pair of trendy black quarter pants, and orange sleeveless hoody with a baseball cap on his head.


Smirking at Omi's futile attempt to cover his hair, Hiro walked over and snatched back the hat, smiling wider at Omi's protests and attempts to take it back.


'Oh come on Hiro, why can't I cover up this pink mess?'


'Oh no Omi-chan we can't have you cover those wonderful pink tresses, after I worked so hard picking out that color.'


Omi growled in annoyance as Hiro made sure so skip out of his reach holding the hat to high for the young assassin to grab. 'Fine I won't cover my hair, now can we please get back to the mission?!?!'


Beaming at his small victory, Hiro put an arm around Omi's shoulder and ushered his partner out of the room. 'Why don't we finish our meeting over lunch, after all this work I am famished.'


Rolling his eyes at Hiro's antics Omi couldn't help but agree with the idea, especially as his stomach rumbled signaling to him that it was indeed lunchtime.




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