One Week

Schuldich lazily strolled down the block, his fiery locks dancing in the warm summer
breeze. Things had been rather quiet lately ever since the death of Takatori Reiji. The
disbandment of Weiß also added to the recent lack of action, so the members of Schwartz
took hold of this rare opportunity of freetime. Well, except Brad. 
"Workaholic to the end..." The red-head smirked in his mind. Nagi was on a date with
Tot, Farfarello was attending to his daily "I must hurt God" self-mutilation ritual, while
Brad was spending the day working on reports for SZ. Choosing to go out rather than put
up with their anal-retentive leader, Schuldich continued his casual outing, stopping here
and there. Occasionally, he would speak to people's minds, laughing secretly at their
reactions to the silent voice in their heads.
Walking along, the red-head spotted the Koneko no Sumu. 

"Hmm...that's the flower shop that Weiß runs. Guess it wouldn't hurt to stop by..."

Walking swifly through the front door, he spotted Ken, Youji, and Omi, tending to the
shop, along with a swarm of drooling fangirls. Omi's cheerful voice was the first to greet
him.
"Irashima--" The young blonde abruptly cut off upon seeing their customer. "YOU!!!"
Omi's youthful face quickly contorted into one of resentment.
"Oi, hold on! I'm here as a customer, not an enemy!"
Ken piped in. "How do we know th--"
~Becuase if I were, you'd all be dead by now.~ Schuldich answered Ken's mind, silencing
him. 
"Why are you here?" This time, Youji's accusing tone broke the silence. Flashing a grin
that was purely Schuldich, he simply responded, 
"To buy flowers. This IS a flower shop, right?"
"H-hai..." Omi softly replied.
"Well, what kind of flowers are you looking for?" Ken's voice was dripping anger. 
"Hmm...roses are nice. I've always liked red."
Youji drug Ken off to get the roses before he had a chance to protest, while Omi ran the
cash register.
"Speaking of red, where's the other one?"
"The other what?"
Schuldich gave a huff of disdain. "The 4th member. Aya, is it?"
Omi looked down. "Aya-kun's not coming back..."
"Is that so? Too bad."
Once Youji and Ken returned with the boquet of roses, Omi quietly thanked him as he
left the store.

******

Thinking back on all their past encounters with Weiß, he had to admit it; he admired
them. As many times they had faced off and almost died, their perservernace and
determination suprised him. It was plain as day that Schwartz was more powerful than
Weiß, but they still mangaged to put up a damn good fight. Especially the one with the
sword. His seriousness, his skill...everything. He looked down at the roses, which were
the exact color of Aya's hair.

"Hmm...looking for his sister? How sweet." He grinned at the thoughts he had pulled
from the younger boy's mind. That would explain the complete absence of Weiß lately.
For a moment, his mind wandered back to Aya, letting his barrier down, and the shock of
everyone's thoughts around him hit him like a semi. Before he cut off his mind to those
thoughts, one touched his mind very clearly.

"Aya. . ."

Looking across the street, he could make out Aya's solemn figure sitting in a car. As if
being drawn to his prescence, he walked slowly towards the car...

Part One?
Reading Room?