From:
Gonyosoma
Title: Back in Tokyo
Rating: PG-13 now, but will
change in later parts!
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz; the
boys belong to Project
Weiss. I just borrow them for a
while.
Authors Note: This is my first Weiss Kreuz Fanfiction in
English and
the very first after a loooong writer's block. Please
be nice and
tell me if you like it. Also, I'm no native English
speaker. So, be generous!
Part 1 - The Meeting
They
drove through an Outer skirt of Tokyo, Kumashi. It wasn't
very
flashy – no big shops, no starling neon signs, just a nice
main
street with small shops and restaurants.
And
a dojo right in the middle of it.
"Stop it" Farfarello
said suddenly. "There is a Kendo Tournament
this evening. I
like to watch." In fact, the advertising announced
clearly a
big Kendo Tournament, the winner will go to the Tokyo
Championship
and maybe even to the National ones.
It
was seldom that Farfarello uttered any kind of interest; the man
was
much too quiet lately. Crawford suspected another attack of
madness
soon; any diversion would be very welcome.
Since they had some
time he searched for a parking lot and stopped
the Car.
Nagi
looked at the poster with slight interest. He was long gone
from
Tokyo, hell, they all were and a Kendo Tournament might be nice
for
a change.
Schuldig
was just happy to stretch his legs. The flight had been
pure hell.
The minds around him - not as much as on Narita Airport
but still
a lot – drove him into a raging headache. Crawford made a
schedule
when he was allowed to take his pills and they never helped
enough
anymore. Schuldig sighed. He had taken too much of them,
nearly
killed himself with the desperate attempt to block the
voices, to
smooth the pain. Now it seemed there will be no more
peace for
him, not even on drugs. Crawford really made his point
clear,
Schuldig ribs still hurt from the beating he received.
They
filed out of the car and walked up to the Dojo. It looked nice
and
well kept, a big building with traditional wood carvings on the
logs.
They
paid the fee and stepped through the door. As it seemed
the
Tournament has already started, several pairs fought each
other on
separated Places. They watched with mild interest some of
the
fighters until Schuldig's attention were captured by a pair on
the
outer right side. Slowly, he stepped nearer and the rest of
Schwarz
followed him out of curiosity. The fighters were not
different from
the other pairs but something about the dark clad
Kendoka was
intriguing – strange. Schuldig concentrated on him
and got …
nothing.
Well;
nothing wasn't right. He didn't get plain
thoughts, scrambled
plans of how to win the fight or insults to the respective
enemy
like he got from the other fighters.
He
just received a warm feeling, a concentrated hum of attention, a
blissful quiet –
something he missed much too long already.
Schuldig leans closer. He
would like it best to crawl into this
Kendoka's mind and curl up
somewhere in the warm quiet like a cat
in the sun but it's not
possible. As nice and warm this mind was
it was also as closed. He
can't get in.
A
Hand clasped on his shoulder.
"What is it, Schuldig?
Something interesting?" Crawford
nodded curtly in direction
of the fight.
Schuldig stumbled back a little.
"The
black Kendoka – his mind is shielded, but it's
nothing like
trained by Esset. I like to watch him."
The
four Schwarz gathered around and watch this fight – the black
clad
Kendoka won. He received the judges praise gracefully, greeted
his
Opponent and vanished in the background of the hall. Schuldig
jumped
up to follow him but Crawford holds him back.
"He will
fight again in a few minutes. Let's check this
place."
Just
when they were about to extend, a little boy bumped into
Farfarello.
The Irishman stopped his every move and looked down.
Clamping on
his leg was the cutest little redhead he could ever
imagine and
just beamed at him. Farfarello hesitated for a moment,
then he
picked the boy up. He might not have been older then 2 or 3
years
and stared with bright glittering eyes in the golden one
of
Berserker. Clumsily Farfarello tickled him and the boy squirmed
and
giggled on his arm. Obviously he was having fun. Farfarello
looked
into the bright lavender eyes of the child and took a
breath.
"No,
Farfarello. You won't keep him. He is no pet and we
can't afford
to look after a child. Just give him back."
Right on clue
an elderly woman stormed up to them with a lot of bows
and with
apologies she reached for the boy – and stopped at the
spot
when
Farfarello glared at her. It was his berserker smile and peoples
a
lot more ruthless than a poor granny had wet their pants under
this
smile.
Unsure, she looked at Farfarello and then at Crawford.
"Please, I am sorry but he sometimes runs away. I hope
he
didn't bother you. If you allow, I'll take him."
The
Irishman growled. Crawford looked annoyed.
"Farfarello,"
The sharp tone snapped the Irishman out of his
aggressive stance.
Regretfully he delivered the child to its granny.
As soon as the
woman has the boy in her arms, she bows and flees
into the crowd.
Schuldig smiled mockingly at the white haired man.
"What
was that Farf? Since when do you want children? Wanted to
hurt God
through it?"
All he received was a snort. When they turned
to inspect the dojo a
little further, Farfarello couldn't help to
throw a quick look in
the direction the two had vanished. Maybe
later …
Finally,
the last fight of the tournament started. Just like
Schuldig
expected it, the black clad Kendoka won every battle up to
now.
His style was different, more fluid but also faster than the
fighting
techniques of his opponents. People murmured around them
about his
technique and his grace. Schuldig just stared at him,
transfixed.
Perfect. Simply perfect. Crawford followed the fight
with low
interest, Farfarello searched the crowd for the boy and
Nagi tried
his best to shield his fascination. In no time it was
over.
The
Black Kendoka bows to the judge who announced his win and
finally
reaches for his mask. Schuldig craned his head to get a good
look
on the face, Crawford only lifted an eyebrow.
"Just another
Japanese guy, Schuldig. Nothing to see, really."
The
Kendoka grips the lower frame of his mask and slowly looses it.
He
bent his neck gracefully back to finally slip it from his face.
Just when he sunk his head again he looks directly at Schwarz,
directly in the eyes of their leader. Crawford gasps. The face,
which was normally pale but now flushed with exertion,
touched
something in him. Sweat shimmered like pearls on his skin.
The red
hair was not so bright anymore; it had a more burgundy
tone. Eyes
like amethyst gems glittered with triumph and
challenge.
Red lips were partially open and inviting.
The
mysterious Kendoka was nobody else than Fujimiya Aya, Abyssinian
of
Weiss.
Crawford
stared fascinated at him. Everything had slowed down to
stop
motion; there seemed nothing to be but the beautiful face and
the
bright eyes. Crawford wanted to touch it and brush some of the
sweat
pearls out of this face. Play with the hair strands. He
couldn't
take his eyes from him. It's like a hole had opened
in his
chest
and swallowed something at the same time.
No
way he was going to loose him.
Schuldig touched his shoulder.
"Crawford? Crawford, is everything alright?"
The
moment was broken. Without a word Crawford watched as several
persons
congratulated the Winner and Abyssinian was shoved from one
to the
next.
Finally he seemed to excuse himself.
"There is a
party afterwards for the participants. He will for
sure
change
into fresh clothes. Let's catch him in the men's
dresser."
The Oracle turned around and walked straight to the dressing
rooms.
Irritated the others followed behind. They have no business
with
Weiss, so why is Crawford so agitated?
When
they reach the dressing room, Aya already awaited them. He
had
changed into a silver grey kimono with koi pattern and a
fitting
dark grey hakama. His hair was still wet from a fast
shower. He
leaned relaxed against a wardrobe.
"Schwarz"
He greeted them.
"Long time no see."
"Yes
indeed, Fujimiya." Crawford showed a feral grin as he
moves
closer.
"It's not Fujimiya anymore. I changed my name.
Please address
me as Midoru Ran. What are you looking for?"
"Well,
we always like a little close up with Weiss. You boys are
so fun
to rattle."
"But
I am not longer Weiss." On Crawford puzzled face, Aya
nodded.
"We disbanded. I am out of the business, just like the
others. If
you are looking for a fight, I have to disappoint you."
Crawford looked slightly taken aback, just like the rest of
Schwarz.
No Weiss anymore? No Kittens to play with and no duels at
night?
Schuldig felt a little left out.
"You don't seem
to fear us, Fujimiya. How come? We have some
unfinished business,
don't you think?" Crawford all but
sneered it.
A soft
reply answered him.
"I think you are professionals. At
least, professional enough not
to
kill without pay. Or am I
wrong?"
He leaned slightly for and fixated Crawford. The
oracle had the
nerve to look a little disquieted.
"I don't
believe you, Fujimiya. You'd never stop killing
for Kritiker."
"I had the best reason ever."
Farfarello grew
impatient, Schuldig felt it. The Berserker moved
slowly in,
followed by the other Schwarz. Just when they closed the
circle
around their prey and Crawford sneered something about
"Now
we will get you, kitty and get some fun long overdue."
A
little redheaded flash stormed between them and into
Abyssinians
arms. It was the little boy from before, calling
"Daddy Daddy" and
smiling like a ray of sunshine.
Abyssinian lifted him up and coddled
the boy in his arms. Nagi,
Schuldig, Crawford and even Farfarello
were like struck by
lightning. Before they could collect themselves,
the elderly
woman approached them.
"I
am really sorry; Midoru-san but I couldn't hold him back any
longer.
The jury is waiting for you; will you come to the party?"
Aya,
no, Ran nodded at her.
"Yes, we were finished. Thank you,
Sasaki-san. I will come right
away."
The woman cast a
suspicious look at the foreigners, then she nodded
and – waited
for Ran to join her.
He turned a last time to the men of Schwarz
and especially Crawford.
"Like I said, it was the best
possible reason."
With that he turned and walked away back
to the main hall. The boy
laid his head on his daddy's shoulders
and waved farewell to
them, smiling happily.
No
word was said until Ran and the woman had turned around a
corner.
Schwarz was stunned into silence.