Author: Sybil Rowan
Pairing(s)/Characters: No pairings, all the Weiss guys featured.
Summary: The Weiss teammates all receive letters that remind them of painful times in their lives. Some disappointments are hard to accept; they only become reality when read in black and white.
Author's Notes: I used the 'Dramatic Precious'radio drama for Aya's background. Just in case... 1826 yen is about 20 dollars and Go is a Asian game played with black and white stones where you attempt to gain territory over a board.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz, its names and characters belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiss, Marine Entertainment and Animate Film. All the businesses in this piece, along with their addresses, are authentic Japanese businesses. I made up the soccer mom, lawyer, and doctor.
Beta Reader: My totally awesome, and totally picky, husband who goes by WingedPanther73; he's the man who introduced me to Go.
December 12, 2008/ Word Count= 1,038
Special Note: I submitted this to a contest. It was pointed out there was one major cannon flaw with this story, but I really don't care to go back and fix it. It's related to Ken and the J-League thing verses him being thought of as dead. Sorry about that, but I still think it made a great story. Thanks to the WK_Squee livejournal community.
The Four Letters:
"Mail," Omi called from the door of the flower shop. He thumbed through it while the others halted their activities. Omi's sky blue eyes caught sight of the return address on the second envelope in the stack: Japan Professional Football League: Disciplinary Committee, JFA HOUSE 9F, 3-10-15, Hongo, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo 113-0033. Omi had a moment of anxiety hit his stomach. He didn't even bother looking to see who it was addressed to.
"Ken, you have a letter," Omi said barely above a whisper. Ken's face lit up and then fell once he read the address. "Not to pry or anything, but it seems odd to get a letter from them after two years."
"Not really," Ken said. His face flushed slightly. He looked around to see the shop was only occupied by his three teammates. Youji started to look curious as he sipped on a soda, Aya went back to his sweeping. "I've been writing them every six months. I've been hoping to convince them to look at my case again."
"Really? What's the point?" Youji asked, rolling his eyes. Ken shot him a dirty look and crammed the stark white envelope into his apron.
"The point is I can't do anything in sports except volunteer as a kids' coach. If I ever want to try to get back in, even as a professional trainer, I have to have their verdict vacated. This may comes as a shock to you, but I don't want to sell flowers for the rest of my life," Ken said with rancor directed at the tall playboy. He then whispered, "or that other thing."
"Here, Youji! One for you too," Omi shouted out, just as Youji's jaw swung open with a tart reply. It was also to keep Aya from chiding Ken's innuendo at their night work. Youji took the creamy white envelope with coal black lettering. Omi watched Youji's emerald eyes scan the envelope and grow stormy. "Are you okay, Youji?"
"Fine," Youji mumbled. He tore open the envelope and tossed it in a trash can beside the cash register.
Omi couldn't help but peek at the return address while Youji was distracted by the creamy colored stationary. The coal lettering read: Hijikata Law & Accounting Office, Higashi Ginza Bldg. 501, 3-9-18 Ginza, Chuo-ku, Tokyo 104-0061. Omi jerked his eyes to the rest of the envelopes still in his hand. It was really none of his business, but this was the third letter Youji had received from that law firm over the last month.
His eyes caught sight of the name Fujimiya Ran printed in neat, pitch colored katakana characters. He shook his head slightly when he remembered it was Aya's actual given name. The return address read: Tokyo Women's Medical University, Neurological Institute, 8-1, Kawada-cho, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo, 162-8666.
"Aya, a letter came for you," Omi said, holding out the envelope. Aya stopped sweeping long enough to take the letter. He glanced at it, crammed it in his jeans' pocket, and continued to sweep. Omi was surprised at how impassive Aya had seemed.
"Omi, you need to count down the register and make the deposit," Aya said over his left shoulder. Omi turned to the register with the last three envelope in his hands. The top one was the electricity bill for the flower shop and the second one was an invoice for their last orchid shipment. Omi would go pay each of them on Monday.
The third envelope caught his attention. It was addressed to 'The Parents of Tsukiyono Omi.' He set the other envelopes aside and made sure the others were engrossed in other flower shop closing duties.
He opened it to see it was from his school. It was an announcement that he had won a city-wide writing contest on behalf of the school. The essay's topic had been about the future direction of Japanese foreign policy.
He was going to receive an award and some scholarship money with it. He would be honored at an awards ceremony next Friday evening; his family was cordially invited to attend the ceremony and banquet afterwards.
He quickly tucked the invitation in the deposit ledger and started to count down the register to avoid thinking about the situation that already elicited embarrassment. He would have to work out an excuse for why he couldn't attend.
Omi tried, but found himself unable, to put his family from his mind. A cold lump settled into his stomach as he finished making the entries in the ledger. Thoughts about Ouka and the rest of his family distracted him; his thoughts pushed him into his own world, far away from the three other people moving around the closed flower shop on a Friday night.
To be continued.