Saigo no Bansan – Weiß Kreuz

Here we go again – another “family” dinner in the small expanse of kitchen behind the main store. We are a motley bunch, an ex J-leaguer, an avenger, a playboy, a kid, all brought together by killing people… All around me, there is talking and laughter, a generally genial air for all… All but me…

From my spot tonight, I can easily see the television. The sound is off and, instead, some jazzy, techno, pop-ish CD of Yohji’s is supplying background noise, no doubt picked by the playboy himself. It doesn’t matter that the sound’s off, there’s subtitles at the side of the screen… Although, that’s moot when I can just as easily read the newscaster’s lips, with practiced ease.

‘Two days away from the election,’ the young woman mouths, ‘and it seems that Takatori Reiji is ahead in the pools by a good 27% and –’

I turn my head a bit, ignoring all outside conversation as I think over what I have just seen. There’s nearly no chance of the Takatori notbecoming Prime Minister and, when he gains power, Kritiker in Tokyo’ll be the first to go – Weiß on the top of the list. This could, effectively, be the last “family” dinner the men of Weiß will share. A proverbial “Last Supper” if I was ever inclined to religion and –

“Huh?”

“I said ‘pass the salt,’ geeze Omitchi! You need to stop staying up all night, watching porn!”

I roll my eyes at the stupid, stupid, stupid running gag and pass Yotan the salt. I’ve got to do my homework soon, and order new seeds. Plus, there’s the accounts that need balancing and a mission report for Manx that I’ve been ignoring and –

Wait, if this is really, truly, going to be the Last Supper I will ever have with these wonderful men, I best make the most of it.

And, with that last thought, Tsukiyono Omi let go of all his worries and fears, responsibilities and problems, just for that night. Who knows? Perhaps the four men of Weiß will be blessed with one more “Last Supper”….