Paranormal Files
Rating: M
Warning 1: slash fic. If you don't like that, please don't read it.
Warning 2: AU
Pairing: Ran/Ken (implied Kase/Ken)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I just play with the toys…
Author's Note: This is my first ever Weiss Kreuz fan fiction. All I've done is watch the anime and read my share of Ran/Ken; so I apologize in advance for any OOC'ness. Comments on characterization for future endeavors will be greatly appreciated.
Author's Note 2: I lay no claim to originality in the conception of this story. I apologize in advance if it seemed a blatant rip off of Witch Hunter Robin but with characters from Weiss and Schwartz.
Enough of my babbling, on with the story…
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Chapter 1:
"Kase!" Ken screamed as the thugs pulled his struggling lover away from him. Around him, the warehouse was being engulfed in a sea of flames, but he barely noticed. All he knew was that he couldn't move, couldn't save the one he loved.
The fire licked his prone form, but he could not feel its heat. Consciousness was quickly fading; but Ken refused to give in. /I can't die yet. I have to save Kase./
His vision blurred as pain exploded inside his skull. Twin screams of surprised agony echoed in the night. Through his hazy eyes, Ken could see that writhing torches had now replaced the gangsters by his lover's side. His brain could not comprehend the image, could not understand the horror in Kase's eyes. All he knew was that the threat to his beloved was gone; and he was free to follow the siren's call of oblivion.
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"Remind me again, Oracle, why am I here?" Schuldig wrinkled his nose as he eyed the soot on his designer shoes. He hated being dragged away from his usual nightly activities for a job, especially when it was something as trivial as recovering a newly awakened Hunter.
"Serves you right for never coming in on time," Omi taunted through their comlink. It has been a year since Schwartz lost one of its own due to their employer's treachery and decided to join forces with Weiss to get revenge. But the bad blood between Omi and Schuldig ran deep; and while they had no choice but to work together, they would never let any opportunity to tease or provoke each other pass.
"I wasn't talking to you." The German grunted as he kicked away some debris to reveal an unharmed dark-haired youth underneath. "Jackpot."
"I trust you will bring him to Persia without incident," the Oracle's smooth baritone commented with authority. Schuldig hated following orders with a passion; but he had enough respect and fear for Crawford to know not to mess around when the man was serious.
"Yeah, I got it. You are a real slave driver, you know that?" the Mastermind grumbled as he hoisted the young man onto his shoulder. The sooner he got his job over with, the sooner he could return to more pleasant things. He could hardly wait.
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"Prodigy, do you have visual?" Youji whispered into his headset as he watched their target, an unassuming middle-aged man, moved into an empty ally. Soon, it would be time to strike; but no matter how many times he had gone up against telekinetic Witches, it never failed to make him nervous. He wanted to make sure his backup was ready, should he need it.
"Yeah, Balinese, I have your location," replied the soft-spoken youth as he moved into position. He was on the rooftop of the building a block south of the alley. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the target and the blond assassin.
"On three then. One… two… three…" Youji quietly crept upon his target, careful to not give away the element of surprise. He released his assassin's wire, hoping to gain a strangle hold on the Witch before he was discovered, but luck was not on his side. A car screeched to a halt in the street behind him; his target turned before his wire could find its mark. Summoning a gale, the Witch batted Youji's weapons harmless aside.
With a widening of ebony eyes, the winds intensified to rush at the assassin full force. Though every member of their team wore an amulet for protection against the Witches' Craft, the trinket sometimes "malfunctions". To Youji's chagrin, this was one of those times. The blond was blown onto the ground and pinned down; all he could do was watch as their target attempted an escape. "He's all yours, Prodigy…" groaned Youji into his com-link through gritted teeth. "And be careful. It's one of those nights again."
"Got it." Nagi ripped his amulet off before giving chase. There was no point in wearing it when he knew it wouldn't work. Besides, it dampened his own gifts; and given how fast their target was moving, he would need every ounce of his powers to catch up and subdue him.
What followed was a game of preternatural cat and mouse, where the hunter and hunted dashed and teleported from rooftop to rooftop across the city. Nagi smiled as he closed in on the target. Their game was at an end. The Prodigy sent a psychic blast at the fleeing Witch; but the man countered the attack with an explosive display of his telekinetic powers. The invisible blows collided in mid-air, the force of the collision sending both assassin and prey flying off the rooftop.
Nagi grunted as he landed inside a recycling dumpster filled with cardboard boxes. He knew he should consider himself lucky that he hadn't sustained any serious injuries; but he was too angry with himself to count his blessings. He should have been prepared for the explosion, should have used the opportunity to subdue the Witch. Instead, he had been surprised, so much so that he actually fell all the way to the ground. And now, because of his stupidity, their target had gotten away. Crawford was going to have his hide for this…
A shaky whisperthrough his earpiece sliced through the Prodigy's self-criticism. "You… How…" It was the Witch's voice.
Had Youji found their target again? But even if he had, the blonde would have enough sense to steer clear, knowing their amulets were not working. Had the fools at Kritiker sent another team as their "backup" without their knowledge again?
"Die!" A burst of wind howled into Nagi's ear,telling himthat their target had just released his full powers. The youth shook his head and closed his eyes; this was just what he needed… the deaths of Kritiker agents on a blotched mission. Crawford was definitely going to kill him now.
"You powers have no effect on me."
Nagi bolted into sitting position as he heard Abyssinian's soft monotone through the com-link. This made no sense; Aya was not supposed to be on the mission tonight. Besides, their amulets weren't working; how on earth could the redhead withstand a full blast of the Witch's Craft as if it were child's play?
"You're a Hunter, aren't you?"
Nagi could never imagine their target, who had given them so much trouble tonight, speaking in such fearful tones; but there was no mistaking the raw terror in the Witch's voice.
"Maybe" was the flippant answer given before silence descended upon the communication channels.Thencame thesoft click that signified the sheathing of Abyssinian's katana. Their mission was over, their target neutralized. Nagi breathed a sigh of relief as he reported his status; it would seem that he would be spared the Oracle's wrath tonight.
