HEART
OF SWORD BONUS OMAKE
Warning:
IT'S DUMB!
During the heated battle between light and dark, that irish gaijin whackjob with the eyepatch had bounded over a barricade and mowed Omi down with a bumper car with a happy smiling clown face on the front.
Aya winced at the memory, at the dull rubbery thud and Farfello's cackling laugh and insane rendition of "Omi's My Little Teapot, Short and Stout". His hand tightened. First his beloved Aya-chan.. now Omi…. Vegetables. Those bastards would pay. Plus.. he hated clowns. Grinning freaks. they should all die too.. maybe he would paint a clown face on a photo of Reji Takatori and use it for practice.. The sharp report of high heels on linoleum drew the three remaining members of Weiss's attention. Manx strode in up to them, pretty face serious in her crimson mane. "I'm sorry.. about Omi.. the bumper car…." She shook her head. "We have information on Schwarz's next move. I thought you'd like to get moving.. get some sort of vengeance for Omi or something.." Aya let himself fantasize for a moment about ripping out Farfello's liver and feeding it to that smirking German, Schuldich. He almost smiled. "To help you.. we've got a pinch hitter for Omi…. Code name Siamese. He's right down the hall." Manx looked oddly pleased, her blue eyes unnervingly bright. Abysinnian, Balinese, and Siberian gave each other a series of quizzical looks, until Youji nodded. "Fine. Ok. But one of US gets to rip out Farfello's liver." Manx nodded hurriedly. "Of course. He's only here to back you up." They nodded as one, right before Aya's jaw dropped open at the sight behind Manx. "Mii.. Michihiro?" The dark head nodded. "Well.. I need something to do with myself." He said with cool amusement. Ken and Youji stared for a long moment, before looking at each other. "Mou. Ken… Isn't that the guy who's father Aya went to kill?" Ken nodded silently. Youji frowned. "Didn't Aya's report say he'd died in the explosion?" Ken nodded silently again. "You may certainly not come with us. You'll just get in the way." Aya said peevishly. "You'll get hurt." "I will NOT get hurt. You're not my nursemaid! I'm a trained ninja and.." "And I kicked your ass! Now go wait for me, and we'll talk about this after I kill that bumper-car riding monster!" "WHAT?" Youji scratched through his chestnut hair. "maaa… Ken.. are they having.. a ..a.. spat?" Ken nodded a third time and looked at Youji. "…….. we're doomed….." ~~~~~~~~~~~ In a tastefully decorated apartment downtown, Manx and Birman sat in front of a VCR. "Omi really was a good sport to take one for the team like that." Manx said, sitting back with a bowl of popcorn. Birman nodded, flicking the TV on. "and that Kurasu boy was easy to convince to join. None of that "be my dog or die" nonsense I had to go through with Fujimiya." Manx poured a sapporo into a glass, watching the white foam disappate. "They'll probably argue like little children and beat each other up some.." Birman poured her own beer. "Then kiss and make up?" she asked with an evil little twitter. Manx laughed brightly in return. "oh-hoho! Well, Geeze.. they better, or I just wasted alot of money on the "little spy hidden camera" set I got for Aya's room." The two women giggled in a most malicious way, and toasted each other with the beer. "Ganbatte!" and waited for the show to begin….