The Hunters, The Hunted and the Haunted.
A Weiss Kruez story by Arzetta
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Weiss boys. Never will(such is life*sigh*). This started as a fan fiction piece for a friend and now I'm sharing it with all of you. It's my first try so please be gentle.)
It was a dark night. In fact it was the darkest night that Aya Kun had ever seen. He frowned "Damn!" he thought, "I hate getting rained on!" Raining it was, in fact a torrential down pour, the lightening flashed as if some one with a ten-story camera was taking pictures of the city. Aya stood listening to the thunder as it rumbled through the air. It shook the very foundations of the building they were standing in front of. Aya knew that Ken was standing next to him, because he could hear him breathing, damn if he could see him.
"Aya, do you think Omi's gotten to the mainframe system yet? I thought we were on a mission not a car wash!" Ken stated as he tried but failed to wring some of the rain from his jacket. Making a face he finally gave up.
The only response to this was Aya shrugging.
Suddenly a green light came on in front of them and a door opened. Aya and Ken rushed in. There in the door way stood a very dry Omi with a grin like the cat that ate the canary.
Ken glared at Omi. "It's about bloody time!" he said and sighed no one could stay angry for long with Omi not even Aya.
Omi still grinning said, "Look I could of left you outside ten seconds longer."
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Meanwhile back at base
"Lei Lee will you spin or solve the puzzle"
Snoring...
"I don't now Jack."
"Spin."...Snort, tussle, tussle...BONK!
Yohji sat up and rubbed his eyes. How did he get down here? He could remember sitting down on the couch to watch his favorite movie and then he had watched some television. How did it end up on Spin To Win? He hated that show. What's worse he couldn't find the remote to change the channel and he didn't want to get up. Looking over his shoulder at the couch, Yohji began tapping his hand around on it and under it in search of the infamous remote. A little slower than usual Yohji be came aware that someone had been knocking on the door... no more likely pounding. Reluctantly he got up from his spot on the floor and went to the door. Peering out he glanced around in every direction until his gaze came to rest on some thing lying on the porch. It appeared to be a body, a human body at that. At first Yohji wasn't sure if it was male or female.
Slowly Yohji approached it. "Please be a girl." he thought and crossed the fingers of his left hand for luck. He was so tired of living with guys. Reaching out he gently rolled the body over. "Yes! It's a girl!" he thought a little over excitedly. The girl was dressed in next to nothing... or what appeared to have been a very expensive piece of lingerie, but was now ripped in to many places to make modesty possible. She also appeared to have been severely beaten.
It was widely whispered that Yohji was never embarrassed nor did he ever blush. Being the unofficial King of Players (with more than one girlfriend at a time) nothing got to him. But this time Yohji blushed, six shades of red just looking at her. Diverting his gaze he decided to check for signs of life. She was alive but just barely, which for Yohji was call for another moment of happiness. Picking the woman up he took her inside and laid her on the couch closest to the central furnace. And then he went in search of a blanket.
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(Back at the Tusco building)
Once inside the boys had gone their separate ways to find the information that they all were to gather.
Omi had head straight for the main offices. He was there to break codes and collect a certain person's schedule.
Aya went all the way to the top floor in search of some one. No one really knew whom. Because this time they had each, with the exception of Yohji, only been given a piece of the mission. They had to piece it together. After that they would regroup to find out what they must do next.
Ken on the other hand had been sent on the hardest piece of the puzzle. Climbing up into an air duct (grumbling all the way) Ken crawled his way to a vent above a certain office. He began to get all of his equipment hooked up; when suddenly he looked up from his work. He could have sworn he heard some one else in these vents too. Shaking his head he shrugged it off as the sound of the rain in the drainpipes that ran nearby. Using a small drill with a backwards type catch (some thing the genius Omi came up with) he began to take the screws out of the vent cover. Removing this he slowly stuck his head out into the room, to have a look around. Not there was much to see without the lights on. The only time he saw any thing was when the lightening flashed and lit the room.
Pulling himself back up, he began to attach several cables that would give him the ability to lower himself into the spacious office, just above the desk. Just then the lightening flashed again revealing the desk and it's contents that lay scattered about on top. There was a stack of discs next to the computer. Ken began to shuffle through them not sure what exactly he was searching for. Then he found it, blue disk with no writing on it. He wasn't sure really how he knew that this was what he needed, he just knew. Booting up the computer on the desk he slid the disk in, and slid his blank CD disk into the e:/ drive in order to copy the information. As it copied, Ken stared at the screen, his eyes growing wide at the things he saw. He only caught three things, a large gold medallion, a girl with silver streaked hair and some thing about the space and time continuum being disrupted. Suddenly the disk was done and the drives opened and spit the disks out. Turning the computer off, Ken laid the disk back where he found it, grabbed the CD, and began to haul himself back into the air duct.
Suddenly some thing shot out at Ken and flew over him taking the CD with it.
"What the..?" Ken exclaimed as he watched the figure land on the opposite side of the room. Whatever it was, they was starting to make their way toward the nearest window. Ken lowered himself down and loosed himself from the harness, just as the figure in black turned to look at him. He ran after it.
The figure in black watched Ken as he ran towards them, with the disk still in one hand, it whipped out a long mean looking Katana with runes carved up the side the glowed blue in the dark room. Then the disk disappeared into a pocket and the figure ran at Ken.
Ken, in the meantime had brought the claws out of his leather gloves. He wasn't really sure what the information on the disk had to do with whatever it was they were all looking for, but he knew he couldn't let whatever or who ever it was get away with that disk in it's hands.
The two clashed in the middle of the room and began the intricate dance of death. Parry, thrust, dodge, claw, scratch, clash, and on they went around the room, each intent on hurting or killing the other, surprisingly they left no trace of ever being there.
Suddenly Ken found himself on his back after being side swiped by the figure in black. He looked up at the figure in black as they stood over him with their katana blade pressed against his throat.
"Why and what are you doing here?" the figure in black asked.
The voice, Ken could tell, was feminine. "I could ask the same of you!" he spat in reply.
"I'm not the one with the sword at my throat, and why I'm here is none of your concern." the woman replied and pressed the sword a little harder against Ken's neck.
"My business isn't any of yours either. What's it to you?" Ken said.
"Everything. Your life and the lives of millions may depend on it! Are you willing to play that game?" she asked.
"I'm here for information on a certain some one." Ken said a little reluctantly. Risking his own life was one thing, but gambling the lives of others? That was some thing far different.
"Why?"
"Because I was sent here!"
"Not good enough. Now you're going to tell me everything, why you are here and what you know. And you're going to tell me the truth. Or I'll be forced to kill you, because my order cannot allow you to live. Not to mention the fact you may already know to much." She said and pushed a little more on the blade. A little trickle of blood made it's way down Ken's neck as he stared up at the woman in defiance.
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Authors Note: There it is edited this time. I didn't change any thing though.
A Weiss Kruez story by Arzetta
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Weiss boys. Never will(such is life*sigh*). This started as a fan fiction piece for a friend and now I'm sharing it with all of you. It's my first try so please be gentle.)
It was a dark night. In fact it was the darkest night that Aya Kun had ever seen. He frowned "Damn!" he thought, "I hate getting rained on!" Raining it was, in fact a torrential down pour, the lightening flashed as if some one with a ten-story camera was taking pictures of the city. Aya stood listening to the thunder as it rumbled through the air. It shook the very foundations of the building they were standing in front of. Aya knew that Ken was standing next to him, because he could hear him breathing, damn if he could see him.
"Aya, do you think Omi's gotten to the mainframe system yet? I thought we were on a mission not a car wash!" Ken stated as he tried but failed to wring some of the rain from his jacket. Making a face he finally gave up.
The only response to this was Aya shrugging.
Suddenly a green light came on in front of them and a door opened. Aya and Ken rushed in. There in the door way stood a very dry Omi with a grin like the cat that ate the canary.
Ken glared at Omi. "It's about bloody time!" he said and sighed no one could stay angry for long with Omi not even Aya.
Omi still grinning said, "Look I could of left you outside ten seconds longer."
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Meanwhile back at base
"Lei Lee will you spin or solve the puzzle"
Snoring...
"I don't now Jack."
"Spin."...Snort, tussle, tussle...BONK!
Yohji sat up and rubbed his eyes. How did he get down here? He could remember sitting down on the couch to watch his favorite movie and then he had watched some television. How did it end up on Spin To Win? He hated that show. What's worse he couldn't find the remote to change the channel and he didn't want to get up. Looking over his shoulder at the couch, Yohji began tapping his hand around on it and under it in search of the infamous remote. A little slower than usual Yohji be came aware that someone had been knocking on the door... no more likely pounding. Reluctantly he got up from his spot on the floor and went to the door. Peering out he glanced around in every direction until his gaze came to rest on some thing lying on the porch. It appeared to be a body, a human body at that. At first Yohji wasn't sure if it was male or female.
Slowly Yohji approached it. "Please be a girl." he thought and crossed the fingers of his left hand for luck. He was so tired of living with guys. Reaching out he gently rolled the body over. "Yes! It's a girl!" he thought a little over excitedly. The girl was dressed in next to nothing... or what appeared to have been a very expensive piece of lingerie, but was now ripped in to many places to make modesty possible. She also appeared to have been severely beaten.
It was widely whispered that Yohji was never embarrassed nor did he ever blush. Being the unofficial King of Players (with more than one girlfriend at a time) nothing got to him. But this time Yohji blushed, six shades of red just looking at her. Diverting his gaze he decided to check for signs of life. She was alive but just barely, which for Yohji was call for another moment of happiness. Picking the woman up he took her inside and laid her on the couch closest to the central furnace. And then he went in search of a blanket.
********************
(Back at the Tusco building)
Once inside the boys had gone their separate ways to find the information that they all were to gather.
Omi had head straight for the main offices. He was there to break codes and collect a certain person's schedule.
Aya went all the way to the top floor in search of some one. No one really knew whom. Because this time they had each, with the exception of Yohji, only been given a piece of the mission. They had to piece it together. After that they would regroup to find out what they must do next.
Ken on the other hand had been sent on the hardest piece of the puzzle. Climbing up into an air duct (grumbling all the way) Ken crawled his way to a vent above a certain office. He began to get all of his equipment hooked up; when suddenly he looked up from his work. He could have sworn he heard some one else in these vents too. Shaking his head he shrugged it off as the sound of the rain in the drainpipes that ran nearby. Using a small drill with a backwards type catch (some thing the genius Omi came up with) he began to take the screws out of the vent cover. Removing this he slowly stuck his head out into the room, to have a look around. Not there was much to see without the lights on. The only time he saw any thing was when the lightening flashed and lit the room.
Pulling himself back up, he began to attach several cables that would give him the ability to lower himself into the spacious office, just above the desk. Just then the lightening flashed again revealing the desk and it's contents that lay scattered about on top. There was a stack of discs next to the computer. Ken began to shuffle through them not sure what exactly he was searching for. Then he found it, blue disk with no writing on it. He wasn't sure really how he knew that this was what he needed, he just knew. Booting up the computer on the desk he slid the disk in, and slid his blank CD disk into the e:/ drive in order to copy the information. As it copied, Ken stared at the screen, his eyes growing wide at the things he saw. He only caught three things, a large gold medallion, a girl with silver streaked hair and some thing about the space and time continuum being disrupted. Suddenly the disk was done and the drives opened and spit the disks out. Turning the computer off, Ken laid the disk back where he found it, grabbed the CD, and began to haul himself back into the air duct.
Suddenly some thing shot out at Ken and flew over him taking the CD with it.
"What the..?" Ken exclaimed as he watched the figure land on the opposite side of the room. Whatever it was, they was starting to make their way toward the nearest window. Ken lowered himself down and loosed himself from the harness, just as the figure in black turned to look at him. He ran after it.
The figure in black watched Ken as he ran towards them, with the disk still in one hand, it whipped out a long mean looking Katana with runes carved up the side the glowed blue in the dark room. Then the disk disappeared into a pocket and the figure ran at Ken.
Ken, in the meantime had brought the claws out of his leather gloves. He wasn't really sure what the information on the disk had to do with whatever it was they were all looking for, but he knew he couldn't let whatever or who ever it was get away with that disk in it's hands.
The two clashed in the middle of the room and began the intricate dance of death. Parry, thrust, dodge, claw, scratch, clash, and on they went around the room, each intent on hurting or killing the other, surprisingly they left no trace of ever being there.
Suddenly Ken found himself on his back after being side swiped by the figure in black. He looked up at the figure in black as they stood over him with their katana blade pressed against his throat.
"Why and what are you doing here?" the figure in black asked.
The voice, Ken could tell, was feminine. "I could ask the same of you!" he spat in reply.
"I'm not the one with the sword at my throat, and why I'm here is none of your concern." the woman replied and pressed the sword a little harder against Ken's neck.
"My business isn't any of yours either. What's it to you?" Ken said.
"Everything. Your life and the lives of millions may depend on it! Are you willing to play that game?" she asked.
"I'm here for information on a certain some one." Ken said a little reluctantly. Risking his own life was one thing, but gambling the lives of others? That was some thing far different.
"Why?"
"Because I was sent here!"
"Not good enough. Now you're going to tell me everything, why you are here and what you know. And you're going to tell me the truth. Or I'll be forced to kill you, because my order cannot allow you to live. Not to mention the fact you may already know to much." She said and pushed a little more on the blade. A little trickle of blood made it's way down Ken's neck as he stared up at the woman in defiance.
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Authors Note: There it is edited this time. I didn't change any thing though.