(1) Sunday1.20: Something has happened!

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The sun has set and the flickering glow of streetlights reflects off the Koneko's doors, alleys shadowed in the night.

A blond Japanese man with a pleasant face framed by square glasses, medium frame clothed in a crisp beige suit, walks purposefully down the deserted sidewalk. He has a suitcase in one hand, he carries a can of coffee in the other. When he reaches the flower shop, he places the suitcase on the ground, bends over and opens it. With precise ease, he enters a series of commands. Within a matter of minutes, the building's security programs, Weiss' and Kritiker's both, are disarmed.

He picks up the suitcase and slips inside the back door, placing the suitcase on the kitchen table and repeating his motions. The alarms are reset. He dumps the rest of his drink down the sink and throws out the can before taking a seat facing the door, hands folded neatly in front of him on the table, waiting for Weiss to return.

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Ken felt like he was scraped raw from the inside out. He watched Ran leave, only just managing to keep his tounge in check. A long litany of insults about Ran's lineage swirled through his brain, and by the time he switched focus, the water bottle was a crumpled mass in his fist. But he'd kept his temper.

He looked over at Yohji and flinched. Ken almost called out to him, but when he opened his mouth, his name died in his throat. He probably needed to get some alone time. Ken resolved to check in on him later. After all that happened tonight, Ran's words had probably cut very deeply. That cold, arrogant son of a--

Ken swallowed, turned, and looked over to Omi. There was the gut punch again. "Omi...you are a good leader...we haven't had to do this in a while, so it was rusty, but that doesn't mean you...and things happened today that, I mean people were off balance, but things will work out, they have to..."

He was babbling, pleading almost, but he didn't care. Anything to get that defeated, hopeless look off of his best friends face, to ease some of the hurt...

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Omi let out the sigh he’d been holding in after Ran finally turned and left. He didn’t understand it. The man was usually so reasonable and mature. Ironically enough, Ran’s reactions coupled with Ken’s attempt to cheer him up-- however skewed the logic-- brought a small, weary smile to his face. He’d made the right choice, he was sure of it. Ran was no more in a mental state to discuss things calmly and cooperatively as were any of the rest of them. It would undoubtedly only aggravate tensions and escalate the conflict to address the situation now, or to allow the efforts of others to do it to continue.

“None of those are any excuse in an emergency,” Omi gently countered. “We have to be ready for anything, at any time. That’s the kind of life we live. Aya-kun is right in that respect. But... thank you. Try to get a good night’s sleep. We’ll have a meeting about our reactions and how to improve them tomorrow.”

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Yohji froze in the doorway as Ran assulted him with hurtful words.

This isn't about you.

No, it wasn't. But as far as Ran was concerned, it wasn't about the team either. It was only about how the team affected Aya Chan. He wanted to turn around and tell Ran what a hypocrite he was, to say things that might cut deeper than that, but he made himself stay ridgid. His knuckles tightened around the doorframe in a physical effort to keep himself from turning around. If he responded to Ran he'd make this even worse for Omi, and prove everything they were thinking about how he was obviously the weakest link in the team.

He flinched as he heard the door slam after Ran.

Still facing the stairs, he pulled himself together enough to mumble to those he assumed were still behind him.

"I'm really genuinely sorry, Omi... I know there are no excuses for tonight, but I would like to talk to you later. Ken....I'll be in my room if you want to talk too."

He sighed and slowly trudged up the stairs.

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Omi listened to Yohji, but felt at this point there was little he could offer back. He was calmer than he’d been, but he couldn’t simply forgive Yohji and forget about it. Defying an order that was intended for verifying the security of the rest of the building... that could have been fatal under other circumstances.

“Un... later, then.”

It would probably be a good idea to talk to all three of them individually before a group meeting. Especially Aya. It concerned him how aggressive he’d become towards them. He picked fights with Yohji all the time, and Omi most certainly disliked this most recent string of verbally attacking all of them.

As for Ken... Omi turned and looked at him at last, feeling there was one more thing he should probably say to him before retreating to his room.

“I appreciate your dropping it with Aya-kun when you did. I think you’ve gotten better at tempering your reactions. I’ll see you tomorrow, Ken-kun.”

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"Tomorrow then." Ken nodded and waited until Omi left the room before sinking into a chair. He thought for a moment, then grabbed a six pack from the fridge and went up to his room.

Along the way he stopped in the living room and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He paused on the stairs to write a hasty note, then ever so quietly slipped it beneath Yohji's door.

Yohji,

I think I might understand what you did. Can't talk anymore tonight. No more words.

But I meant what I said tonight. I'll stick by you. I'm sorry he hurt you Ran was an ass, but he'll come around it'll be alright.

Beer after work tomorrow? We can stay in.