Title: Undercover, Prologue

Author: cluelesspsycho

fandom: Weiss Kreuz

pairing: Crawford/Ran
Disclaimer: they belong to each other

Rating: M
Warning: yaoi, some lemon, some smut, hopefully not too explicit

Feedback: yeah, that'll be nice. Just don't flame.

A/N: I'm reaching the limit of my strength dealing with sickness, drug effects, RL problems and not being able to pick up Stray Cat where I left it, so hence something new. Don't expect for a quality story, just enjoy it as it is, if you decide to read this.

Beta by Gabe

Prologue

There was a series of murders, in which the victims were usually lovers – a western man and a Japanese boy, the westerners were usually exceptionally rich, showering the boys not only with affection and pleasure, but also expensive gifts. The killing spree had started a few years back, however it had never been solved before, then it intensified in the last four months. The sugar daddies had one thing in common: they were members of an exclusive gentlemen's club called The Oak Room.

"The plan is," Omi spoke with a serious expression and stern voice, which contradicted his cute face, "for Aya to disguise himself as a foreigner's lover boy, get into the private club and investigate."

Yohji burst into a very loud laughter at the word 'lover boy' while Ken snorted in amusement. Aya gritted his teeth, feeling annoyed more by his teammates reaction than the plan.

"Why not Yohji?" he asked. "He's more suitable to be a… lover boy." He spelled the last two words slowly, glaring daggers at Balinese.

"No," Omi shook his head, either unaffected by Yohji's and Ken's unprofessional behaviour, or simply ignoring them. "We need someone who looks more…" Omi stopped, now he looked hesitant before continuing, "innocent."

Yohji's laughter got even louder, and Aya knew that only his well-practiced self-control that stopped him from strangling Yohji right there, right then.

"Why not you?" He asked Omi, instead.

Omi sighed. Of course, Aya knew that it was a stupid question. Omi was Persia now, he gave orders, planned the strategy, he didn't go into the field himself anymore.

Yohji finally stopped laughing, and asked, in a more serious tone, "And who will be lucky enough to be the gaijin?" He ended the question by giving a meaningful side-long glance to at Aya.

Although Aya did not like it, the question still had an effect on him. He suddenly felt as if his chair was too hot to sit on.

"Well," Omi's expression changed into a concerned one, which could be taken as a very big problem. He looked Aya straight in the eye. "I know this will be hard for you to take,; however, I have gotten confirmation that Brad Crawford will help us by posing as the gaijin.

Even Aya could not restrain himself from gasping at the news, while Yohji groaned and Ken snorted.

"I'm out," snapped Aya, rising from his seat.

"Aya-kun, please, wait," Omi quickly blurted. "Sorry to have to come up with this plan,; however, the club is very strict and only members and their selected guests are welcome. Brad Crawford has been a member since he came to Tokyo. Besides, it was it's not like we are still fighting each other. Esset is completely gone. He's still here because he has other interests. Please, Aya-kun. He's our best bet. I can't find another one. Besides, he knows about this kind of operation. If worse comes to worst, he can always help you."

Yohji shook his head as Aya crossed his arms over his chest. What had gotten into Omi's mind, asking help from ex-enemy? How could he easily trust Crawford?

"What do I have to do then?" Aya finally gave up. There were people's lives at stake, he could not be so selfish as to refuse to co-operate with an ex-enemy in order to help them. He was a professional, he could handle this.

Omi smiled at him, relieved, grateful. "I have arranged for you to meet Crawford tomorrow afternoon," he said.

"What for?" Aya reacted a little too quickly.

"To talk…" Omi paused again, searching for the right word, "terms."

Aya almost made himself look stupid again by asking what terms he needed to discuss with Crawford, but Yohji cut in, draping his lanky body over Aya's shoulders. "But first," he said, "what we really, really need to do is to get you to shop for some clothes. You need to start to dress like a… lover boy." Yohji ended his words with a very broad grin, and Aya shrugged him off none too gently.

tbc