[Weiß Kreuz] Die Einigung - New Home Title: Die Einigung Scene Title: New Home Author:trio Series: Weiß Kreuz Pairing(s) Involved: none yet Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu, Marine Entertainment, Project Weiß, and associated parties. Scene Wordcount: 719 Current Wordcount Total: 2332 Rating: G Warnings: none yet
"This is it," she'd said when they arrived, making a gesture to the little tourist-trap knick-knack shop she'd set them up in. "It's just like the previous arrangement," she'd added, "apartment upstairs and gathering room downstairs." And then she'd turned and left, and four of them remained, looking at each other for a long moment before they moved to the stairs to see the rooms they would be living in.
It was a four-story arrangement, when they took into account the basement where the mission rooms were. The gift shop was on the first floor, old and cluttered rather than the clean, bright beauty of their flower shop, and the sight of it brought a dour look to Yoji's face. Funny, he thought to himself as he walked slowly through the aisles. He'd never really expected to miss the flower shop! There was a back room storage room, not half as big as the back room in the Koneko, since they didn't need to do much work there. And it was filled to the brim with all sorts of little throw-away items that tourists could waste their money on. Omi snickered as they moved past a pile of lucky cat statues. "Maybe we should put one in the front," he suggested. The only reply he got back was a soft grunt of dismissal.
The second floor wasn't so bad. It was clean, and whoever had been there before had favored bright, light-catching colors for the decorations. It was a bit... girly, to Yoji's eyes, but after the loss of the flowers, he was hardly going to complain. And the brightness did feel like a breath of fresh air after the rather antique look found below. The stairs themselves opened up into the living room, which featured a rather cushy blue couch and a couple of similar chairs. There was an empty bookcase against one wall, and a television for them to watch as well. The door to their left led to the kitchen, and there was a largish bathroom to their right with a tub to soak in and a shower to rinse beforehand. The washer and dryer was in that area as well.
The landing with the stairs continued up with another flight, and it was on this level that they found their bedrooms, the floor quartered into four decently-sized rooms. Each room held a bed, a small bedside table, and a slimline desk and chair, and each room was perfectly alike, but for the suitcases and boxes sitting on the floor just beside the desk. It didn't seem to matter what room they each chose. Only the views outside the window were different, and there wasn't much difference there - just different colored bricks on one side than the other.
"It's dreary here," Ken muttered, sagging onto the chair in the room that had been designated his. Ran and Yoji stood in the middle nearby, peering around thoughtfully, but it was Omi, still held in Ran's arms, who answered.
"I didn't realize what a difference working in the Koneko made," he offered softly, and the rest murmured in agreement. "I guess... things'll be different now?"
"How so?" Ken asked, letting his head drop forward carefully into his hands as he closed his eyes. "It sounds like everything's going to stay the same."
"Not really." That was Ran's voice, quiet but no longer the ice-sharpness they'd come to expect from the man. "Things are changing. Aya's safe and avenged, we survived..."
"We're still working for Kritiker," Yoji pointed out, wishing irritably that his cigarettes hadn't gotten soaked in the fall. "I kinda expected to be doing something else after all this."
"I didn't," Omi whispered, his eyes dropping to his hands. He clasped them together, long, nimble fingers working over and under each other in a sort of makeshift, awkward weave as he fidgeted. "I'll probably keep working for Kritiker for the rest of my life... however long that's going to be."
"Yeah," Ken said softly, his voice heavy. "We had our time off, didn't we? We tried it away. It just... didn't work." His eyes slanted up to Yoji, watching the blond frown and turn toward the door. "Someone has to do it, Yoji. You know that."
"It may as well be us," came Ran's soft assertion.