Neues Erzeugung
Author: Shura
Rated: PG-13
Spoliers: Lots.
Warning: Original character, chance of shounen-ai.
Note: This takes after the Dramatic Precious CDs.
Chapter 1 - Nueva Vida
*****
Darkness hovered there. Three bodies lie on the ground, spent. Traces of crimson were seen here and there, as a sign informing a bystander that a battle had taken place. A furious one. Each of the men's eyes was closed, breathing shallow, as if waiting expectantly for the moment death claimed them as his own.
Yet that moment never came. The wait was rudely interrupted by the appearance of a blurred figure. The petite form seemed to grin as it kneeled down to gaze at the injured men, observing them carefully.
"My my, what a shame. Is this the best you three can do?"
A light chuckle echoed through the night as the individual raised itself from the ground, dusting dirty knees off. The laughing came to an end as the figure looked down at the three, void of any words. It was very well aware that the men were in no condition to be hearing its words. Yet after a few seconds, pale lips were parted to speak again.
"I'm sorry to bust in on the fun, but your journey to hell is going to be extended."
---
Bright light filled the man's sight, so much that he had to narrow his eyes at the unexpected view. White. An endless white. Was this…hell? Well, it certainly was a bright place. Perhaps people got the whole perception of hell wrong. Next, he felt pain. Dull, lingering pain. It was milder than he imagined it to be.
After all, suffering was the whole purpose to the underworld, right?
"Oh, you've awakened." A totally unexpected voice jumped into the blonde's ears.
Gaze shifted to the direction of the voice, he saw a nurse standing there - it took him a few moments to register what that meant. Right, a hospital. Why hadn't he noticed earlier? The smell of medicine was sickening…
"Where…am…I?" He managed to strangle out.
"This is the Miyamoto Hospital, sir."
Raising himself from the position he lay in, he observed the room he was in…and noted that the redhead and the brunette were there too, still unconscious and unsuspecting of the situation they were in.
"Arigatou, kirei na ojou-san." That was the response Yohji gave to the nurse with a Kansai accent.
---
A clear, sunny day, with no clouds to mischievously block the view of the bright sun smiling down onto the earth. There, just around the corner, was a shop. Not just any shop, a flower shop. A special one, too. What was so special about a single flower shop in Osaka? Well, maybe the enormous crowd of girls that visited it each day…
The sign read: "Okubyou na Koneko"
The reason for all the young girls to visit the shop was the employees there. Three gorgeous men. A cool redhead, flirty blonde, and a clumsy brunette. They had instantly captured the Kansai girls' hearts.
---
"Omi dear, could you come over here?" An old man's voice was heard through the large house.
"Doushitano, Ojii-chan?"
The young boy trotted over to his grandfather as he was called for. It had been already been a month since he had started living with his grandfather, Takatori Saijou. He had left Weiß in order to stay by his newly found relative's side, to work to become the heir of the man. Of Takatori Saijou, the original leader of Kritiker, Crashers, and Weiß.
The boy often wondered about his former teammates, and when he received news of their new life in Osaka, he was overjoyed and quickly sent them email after brief research. At the knowledge of them working as employees of a flower shop once again, he couldn't help but let a smile creep up to his lips.
As busy yet peaceful days passed the small brunette if this really was the end of Weiß. Were they free from the confinements of their days of assassination? Probably not, but in the future?
No one could know…
---
"Recently, individuals have been facing the horrible deaths of numerous politics. Evidently their death was not provided by a natural factor, but by hands of another individual. Police are thoroughly investigating the several cases, but as for now, are failing at finding any evidence that may lead to the murderer…"
The monotone voice of the newscaster was only a small sound drowned out by the chattering of the high school girls, but the three men on their shifts picked it up. It was now only common, since every news station had been agonizing over the suspicious deaths.
Something was tugging at their hearts as they were informed over and over of the news.
---
Around the same time, Omi was sitting at his computer, browsing through the net to gather information. He, too, had a voice in his mind informing him that something wasn't right about all these murders. And being the boy he was, he sought out to find the truth.
It was a difficult task, to narrow down the abundant amount of articles he had gathered. Yet patiently he worked, determined to unveil the truth behind it all, to put his fidgeting soul to rest at the sight of the incidents just being a mere coincidence. But what if…
Omi shook his head as he noticed the new email coming in. With a roll and click of the mouse, he opened it. Hmm. How odd. It seemed like a piece of unimportant information but… He scrolled through the piece of writing that made no sense at all…then it hit him.
It was a message from Kritiker.
The email informed him of the recreation of the association, and was confirming of his existence. And it was inquiring… if he would return to them to work by their side again. A brow was raised at this. The individual, called Lethe, informed him of the creation of a forth generation of Weiß…with only a single member. It also stated that if he wanted to know more on the individual, he could only simply nod to the request to returning to the days of his assassination.
A groan escaped tight lips, as the brunette was sure of the fact that the same email had reached his former teammates.
---
What will become of Weiß? How will they respond to the email? Who is the new assassin that has arrived on the scene? The future lies in the dark depths of the abyss…
Author: Shura
Rated: PG-13
Spoliers: Lots.
Warning: Original character, chance of shounen-ai.
Note: This takes after the Dramatic Precious CDs.
Chapter 1 - Nueva Vida
*****
Darkness hovered there. Three bodies lie on the ground, spent. Traces of crimson were seen here and there, as a sign informing a bystander that a battle had taken place. A furious one. Each of the men's eyes was closed, breathing shallow, as if waiting expectantly for the moment death claimed them as his own.
Yet that moment never came. The wait was rudely interrupted by the appearance of a blurred figure. The petite form seemed to grin as it kneeled down to gaze at the injured men, observing them carefully.
"My my, what a shame. Is this the best you three can do?"
A light chuckle echoed through the night as the individual raised itself from the ground, dusting dirty knees off. The laughing came to an end as the figure looked down at the three, void of any words. It was very well aware that the men were in no condition to be hearing its words. Yet after a few seconds, pale lips were parted to speak again.
"I'm sorry to bust in on the fun, but your journey to hell is going to be extended."
---
Bright light filled the man's sight, so much that he had to narrow his eyes at the unexpected view. White. An endless white. Was this…hell? Well, it certainly was a bright place. Perhaps people got the whole perception of hell wrong. Next, he felt pain. Dull, lingering pain. It was milder than he imagined it to be.
After all, suffering was the whole purpose to the underworld, right?
"Oh, you've awakened." A totally unexpected voice jumped into the blonde's ears.
Gaze shifted to the direction of the voice, he saw a nurse standing there - it took him a few moments to register what that meant. Right, a hospital. Why hadn't he noticed earlier? The smell of medicine was sickening…
"Where…am…I?" He managed to strangle out.
"This is the Miyamoto Hospital, sir."
Raising himself from the position he lay in, he observed the room he was in…and noted that the redhead and the brunette were there too, still unconscious and unsuspecting of the situation they were in.
"Arigatou, kirei na ojou-san." That was the response Yohji gave to the nurse with a Kansai accent.
---
A clear, sunny day, with no clouds to mischievously block the view of the bright sun smiling down onto the earth. There, just around the corner, was a shop. Not just any shop, a flower shop. A special one, too. What was so special about a single flower shop in Osaka? Well, maybe the enormous crowd of girls that visited it each day…
The sign read: "Okubyou na Koneko"
The reason for all the young girls to visit the shop was the employees there. Three gorgeous men. A cool redhead, flirty blonde, and a clumsy brunette. They had instantly captured the Kansai girls' hearts.
---
"Omi dear, could you come over here?" An old man's voice was heard through the large house.
"Doushitano, Ojii-chan?"
The young boy trotted over to his grandfather as he was called for. It had been already been a month since he had started living with his grandfather, Takatori Saijou. He had left Weiß in order to stay by his newly found relative's side, to work to become the heir of the man. Of Takatori Saijou, the original leader of Kritiker, Crashers, and Weiß.
The boy often wondered about his former teammates, and when he received news of their new life in Osaka, he was overjoyed and quickly sent them email after brief research. At the knowledge of them working as employees of a flower shop once again, he couldn't help but let a smile creep up to his lips.
As busy yet peaceful days passed the small brunette if this really was the end of Weiß. Were they free from the confinements of their days of assassination? Probably not, but in the future?
No one could know…
---
"Recently, individuals have been facing the horrible deaths of numerous politics. Evidently their death was not provided by a natural factor, but by hands of another individual. Police are thoroughly investigating the several cases, but as for now, are failing at finding any evidence that may lead to the murderer…"
The monotone voice of the newscaster was only a small sound drowned out by the chattering of the high school girls, but the three men on their shifts picked it up. It was now only common, since every news station had been agonizing over the suspicious deaths.
Something was tugging at their hearts as they were informed over and over of the news.
---
Around the same time, Omi was sitting at his computer, browsing through the net to gather information. He, too, had a voice in his mind informing him that something wasn't right about all these murders. And being the boy he was, he sought out to find the truth.
It was a difficult task, to narrow down the abundant amount of articles he had gathered. Yet patiently he worked, determined to unveil the truth behind it all, to put his fidgeting soul to rest at the sight of the incidents just being a mere coincidence. But what if…
Omi shook his head as he noticed the new email coming in. With a roll and click of the mouse, he opened it. Hmm. How odd. It seemed like a piece of unimportant information but… He scrolled through the piece of writing that made no sense at all…then it hit him.
It was a message from Kritiker.
The email informed him of the recreation of the association, and was confirming of his existence. And it was inquiring… if he would return to them to work by their side again. A brow was raised at this. The individual, called Lethe, informed him of the creation of a forth generation of Weiß…with only a single member. It also stated that if he wanted to know more on the individual, he could only simply nod to the request to returning to the days of his assassination.
A groan escaped tight lips, as the brunette was sure of the fact that the same email had reached his former teammates.
---
What will become of Weiß? How will they respond to the email? Who is the new assassin that has arrived on the scene? The future lies in the dark depths of the abyss…