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Disclaimer: I have yet to pull out an offcial document
that reads: "Ye now owns the rights to Weiß Kreuz and all characters
therin" from inside a Cracker Jack box. Warning: Much angst on Aya-kun's part for a bit tis all really o.O; Author's Notes: Muwhahahaha! I am writing a christmas fic once again ^_^ Weiß Kreuz style of course. Funny thing is besides some angst its a fluffy fic I'm in some sort of funk I just cant do angsty, broody stuff as of late. Forgive me if the characters seem a lil OOC. Now this fic is taking place during the first year that Aya is with the assasin group Weiß. I'd place this as after the manga but before the series or maybe within the first few episodes of the series at least. Hence Aya's deepset angst and the kitten's attempts to befirend him. ^_^ Anyway I will try my damndest to get the entire thing up before Christmas but it might take a bit so please be patient minna-sans ^^;  A heart Two Sizes too Small. by Lady Dragon Part 1. It was the near same routine every year. The difference this year lying in one key factor, there was a new member of Weiß to shop for and that was were the problem lay. He didn't believe in Christmas for the religious reasons per say, neither did Omi and Ken-ken as far as he could tell. Christmas for him was a chance to be with his 'family', to be surrounded by friendship and well, love; to know that those whom he cared for were all safe and happy at least one day a year. Up until a few years ago Yohji Kudou did not particularly celebrate, nor believe in Christmas. But when he came to join Weiß he had found himself taking pleasure in the western holiday. Omi's wide-eyed eagerness and Ken's enthusiastic innocence combined with the magic of the holiday itself could warm anyone's heart. Maybe even the frozen heart of their newly christened leader, Fujimiya Aya. Every year the morning after Thanksgiving, Omi would rise extra early and decorate the shop and home with decorations galore. Rows and rows of garland were wrapped down the banister and hung down from the ceilings and around the room. Out came the yards and yards of flashing lights, and even musical ones that blinked in time with music. Hardly an inch of the shop and home was not covered in fake snow or tinsel. And then came the tree. Each year it seemed new ornaments were placed on it and more lights were wrapped around it. And of course the tree could not be synthetic it had to be fresh and full with plenty of places for hooks. Each year the tree seemed to get bigger and bigger and Yohji began to dread lugging the tree down to the basement. But to see the joy on Omi and Ken's faces when it was decorated and lit up made the cumbersome trip well worth it. So many decorations were placed throughout in fact that one found themselves questioning the decorator's sanity. Ken still seamed to operate on the belief that neither of the two would know what to get him and so sport's catalogs found themselves lying about, conveniently opened to the page of interest. While small ads and directions to the local sporting goods store were tacked up to the bulletin board and the refrigerator. Yohji had found himself wondering what Aya's reaction to the annual festivities would be; and the redhead's reaction he had noted to his dismay had been, well none. The Christmas-trio had stood in shock as Aya came down the stairs one morning; idly stepped over and around the various boxes of decorations, through the kitchen filled with the luscious scent of baking cookies and straight into the shop to begin going over the books before the shop opened. As fangirls stormed in everyday ordering arrangements consisting of roses, baby's breath, poinsettias, holly berries, and mistletoe Aya simply continued to create stunning arrangements without the blink of an eye. The man didn't even seem to take notice when said arrangements found themselves on his doorstep or in his mailbox with cards signed by girls wishing him well. As the big day approached Yohji found himself wondering if they were really living with the Grinch himself, heart two sizes too small and all. And now with Christmas only three days away Yohji Kudou found himself once again braving the insanity that was the crowded mall. Everywhere he turned shoppers scurried about in search of the perfect gift, and finding it with seemingly ease. He had returned to this mall five times within the past month, none of those times sadly, had been for his own enjoyment. The first trip proved successful when he had acquired a blue sports bag, similar to those featured in Ken's magazines, and had it embossed with Ken's initials. He had then managed to purchase a few mangas and a new computer game for little Omittchi. Along with these gifts he had also managed to purchase a few gag gifts, as were his custom, and a few choice selections for his beautiful admirers. Satisfied with the day's achievements he had returned home only to find a forlorn and pouting Bombay sitting in the mission room along with a very bewildered Ken. As it turned out Aya had received a solo mission earlier that day and had already departed, without so much as a ‘by your leave’ to the worried and fretful Ken-Ken Omittichi that had stared dumbfounded at the silent brunet. Despite the worrisome circumstance surrounding the redhead’s absence, this according to Omi was the perfect opportunity to discuss what each was, or had gotten Aya. ‘Oops’ Yohji had thought ruefully, he'd forgotten about him. With the obvious avoidance of the holiday on Aya's behalf he had naturally assumed the man held no wish to partake in the festivities what-so-ever. Seeing as how neither of them knew much about the katana-wielder or his past, let alone hobbies and interests the discussion had ended shortly; the trio promising to do their utmost best to pull the stoic redhead out of his depression and into the Christmas cheer. For all their effort they had only uncovered new ways of setting off Aya's volatile temper and even little Omitchi had found a pair of gardening shears aimed a little to close to his vital organs than was healthy. Needless to say the situation did not bode well. Five trips to the over-populated mall and still no gift ideas were forthcoming. Close to four hundred stores where located within the mall and already Yohji had visited three hundred and forty-nine of them. There were roughly thirty stores left to peruse through, and seeing as how the remaining stores were mostly feminine apparel and beauty shops; Yohji sincerely doubted today would be the lucky day he found a gift that would manage to bring a small smile to the red head's lips. Well a small smile that did not involve his untimely demise. At his wit's end Yohji made his way to an empty bench and sat down. Absolutely nothing came to mind when he pictured himself handing a gift to Aya. What did the man like? Did he have any interests, or hobbies besides yelling "Shi Ne!" and hacking people to bits with his nice sharp, pointy katana? Nothing came to mind. Oh sure his fearless leader always seemed to have a book in hand: when he wasn't working, or on a mission that is. But one would hardly be thrilled to receive a book for Christmas. And that had been Omi's whole point, make him happy. "We have to make Aya-kun realize we care, we're a family and he's a part of it!" Easier said then done he thought bitterly. With a sigh of regret Yohji came to a sad conclusion, for all his bickering at the red head to accept them as teammates and friends he had never really bothered to learn anything about him. Rousing himself from his rather gloomy thoughts Yohji was able to catch a glimpse of none other than Ken ducking into a nearby bookstore. Apparently he wasn't the only one who found shopping for Aya difficult. As funny a thought that was it sadly checked off one more gift idea on Yohji's already dwindling mental gift list. Ken-ken had just made a mad and frenzied dash for the bookstore, his intent was obvious, and if Ken-ken was going to present Aya with texts then a similar gift would probably be a bad idea he mused. Glancing down at his watch Yohji noted that although the crowds had not thinned out, the majority of the day had already passed him by. Deciding to call it a day and in desperate need of a cigarette Yohji rose and made his way towards the nearest exit. Those days had been his fondest memories and it was always the joy of winter vacation that he looked forward to. The time of the year that they would leave the big sprawling home with its pompous air and hired help behind, and be a family. But those days were long gone, they had been gone now for three years. The pain though never went away. Instead of sitting in front of a warm fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa and Aya-chan talking animatedly by his side, he Ran Fujimiya found himself catering to the needs of rabid fangirls clamoring about the Koneko No Sume Ie, filling it with their loud squeals. The differences between the two scenarios made his stomach clench. Tousan and Kaasan were dead and his sister comatose. The man responsible for all his misery was very much alive and roaming free. He was tired of dealing with screeching girls, of living a false life, of killing; all he wanted was to have his family back. But he would just have to settle for Takatori Reiji's death and his sister’s awakening instead. Guilt and sorrow had spurred him into purchasing gifts for his fellow co-workers. It was what was expected this time of year, not that he cared about them or anything. Besides, Aya-chan would have been displeased if he had not thought of them in some small way. It had always been his favorite holiday, along with Aya-chan's, now though it felt like just another day to him. As the last customers left and Omi began locking up he felt the sorrow wrapped around his heart clench tighter as old memories threatened to overwhelm him. Without the day's distractions there was nothing to keep the grief at bay. Tossing his apron onto the counter Aya picked up the newly crafted arrangement and headed for the door. It would not do to break down in front of little Bombay. TBC An interesting beginning I hope. Should I make this an Aya x Yohji fic, or should I just leave it as is? I dunno heh who caught the reference to The Grinch in the title? Funny ne? Anyway dont worry its not all angst tis a happy Christmas fic...er... eventually, anyway next part coming soon. Please review and tell me what you think of it so far. All comments, critique, bribes and candy greatly appreciated. Please Leave a Review
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