This is a Weiss Kreuz/Gundam Wing fusion fic. It's set during in the Weiss Kreuz world, not the GW one, with Gundam Wing characters.
Thanks for the title, Lilias!
I pause, the flower shop across the street and down a ways snagging my attention. I walk this way nearly every day on my way from work. Today, I think, today is the day I will go and check it out. Almost every day I walk by it on my way home from work, and whenever I see it I tell myself I'll go in there some other day. But I never do; I'm always in too much of a hurry. Today, however, is different. I might not have any more other days left.
When I was very young, my favorite place to go with my mother was a fancy flower shop. I used to plead with her to take me there, and laughing, she would agree.
"Okay, Relena-chan," she would say. "Your father will be having some guests over later, so some flowers would be very nice." I think she knew what that flower shop really was to me, although I'm sure I never told her. It was a fairy wonderland, filled with lush, intoxicating fragrances and enchanting flowers of every type. There, I could escape the pressures of being Relena Darlian, the adorable, polite, and intelligent young showpiece of my father. Thinking of her, I am forced to furiously blink away the tears suddenly blinding my vision.
I leave the path my feet had been following automatically, the path I always followed on my way home. I had been in shock, my mind in a total shambles, and was just now beginning to recover from the overwhelming events of earlier. Who would not be shocked to have their father fatally wounded by an assassin's bomb in front of their very own horrified gaze? And who would not be thrown into further emotional overload when their dying father told them he was not really their father?
I am aware of my surroundings again, at least, though I still feel strangely detached from the world around me. I know I will not be able to escape the assassin who will no doubt come after as soon as she realizes I can identify her for long, but I will have time enough to visit the flower shop, surely?
My inner ramblings stop as soon as I open the door to the shop, the bell on top of it tinkling sweetly. The unmistakable mix of heady smells reaches out and envelops me, pulling me further inside. Looking around, I realize that the shop is larger than it appears on the outside, which is a good thing, as it is very crowded. Normally the number of people - mainly girls - crowding the store would have irritated me, but now I find their happy chatter and living presence soothing. My lips even uplift in a brief smile before the weight of my numbness pulls it down again.
I try to orient myself in this haven I have entered; why are there so many people here? Then I realize most of the girls are separated into clumps, with each clump surrounding a boy. The girls in the clump closest to me shift, and I can see the boy clearer. He is wearing an apron, and seems to be an employee of the flower shop, I notice. Then I get a good look at him. He is very good-looking, with a fall of warm-colored brown bangs falling in front of one of his eyes, and has a very gentle and soft-spoken demeanor. The girls vying for his attention must have crushes on him.
Curious, I float over to another group.
"Wufei-san," squeals one girl. I suppose that is this cute guy's name. His black hair is slicked back into a ponytail, and his intense black eyes meet mine briefly. I almost shiver.
"It is just for girls as pretty as yourselves to get the best flowers," he declared. One of the girls swooned.
"I will help all the girls over eighteen," a cheerful masculine voice proclaimed from nearby. Glancing over, I see it is yet another gorgeous guy, this one with long, chestnut brown hair in a braid and bright, mischievous violet eyes. His charm is such that I finally begin to relax. I had not even realized how tense I was. Were all the employees of this shop cute guys? No wonder they attracted so many customers!
Another employee brushing by me, two girls in tow, answered that question. This one had the most angelic face - big teal-blue eyes, hair an even lighter shade of blond than my own - stop staring, Relena, he is apologizing to you.... For what? Something about bumping me.
I mutter a response, I'm not sure what, and apparently satisfied, he continues on. He looks back to give me several worried looks, however. The girls glare at me.
"Excuse me, miss," a slightly nasal male voice says from behind me. "Do you need any help?" I turn, and am immediately lost. If I had come here when I had first noticed the shop I would have had a chance to come here more often to adore this one.... His nametag says "Heero." He has mussed up short brown hair and intense prussion blue eyes I could happily drown in.
"Iya," I say, the words falling out of my mouth, beyond my control. "No one can help me." His eyes darken.
"Perhaps," he responded, "and perhaps I can help, you can't know unless you ask." We are talking about more than just flowers. I don't know what an employee in a flower shop can do to help me, but for some reason I feel as though everything will be alright.
~Owari~