Untitled Weiß Kruez Fic
By Sakura
"Weiß,
I have a job for you," said the dimly lit man on the videotape. A picture
of four women appeared on the screen. A blonde, a redhead and two brunettes.
All ranging from the ages of thirty something to about sixteen. "These
women are members of an insurgent group of vigilantes known as Freiheit[1]."
Persia continued. The picture changed again, this time focusing on one of the
brunettes. She had chestnut hair with auburn highlights and silver blue eyes.
Freckles dotted her cheeks. She seemed to be about Omi's age.
The
blond boy felt a blush creep on his face, grateful that Manx had shut the
lights off. 'She's cute,' he thought.
"This
is Boudicca[2], the last
remaining member. Her name is Brighid Kildare. The other three we believe have
been murdered by Schwarz. We believe that she may have information that will
lead to the end of Reiji Takatori. I want you to find her before Schwarz does
and bring her to the base. Manx will take care of the rest. White hunters, hunt
the dark beasts of the future." The video ended and the lights came back
on.
Yohji
looked at the photo in the information packet red haired woman handed him.
"I'm out. You know my policy, Manx," he said wrapping an arm around
her waist. "I only take missions if the girl's over eighteen."
Aya
snorted. "I'm in," he said coldly before going back to the flower
shop. No one was surprised that the redhead would snap up such a easy mission.
If it involved Takatori, Aya was always the first one to volunteer.
"Guess
I'm in too," Ken said shrugging his shoulders. "Oi Omitchi, you can
find 'er right?"
The
blond started out of a daydream involving their latest target. "Wha? Oh
yeah. I'll check the usual databases."
"Little
kitten's got a crush," the brown haired boy said making Omi blush.
"Ken-kun!"
"Don't
blame ya pal. She is a cutie."
Brighid
ran as fast as she could, using the crowded streets both as cover for her and
an obstacle for her persuers. She had no idea how they found her so quick, but
she knew that if they caught her, she was as dead as her former comrades and
the information she and the others had hacked from Takatori, would be back in
their hands.
She
had been hiding out in one of Freiheit's many safe houses on the outskirts of
the city. All was well for the first week until the supplies began to run out.
They hadn't used this one for a while and thus wasn't as well stocked as some
of the others. That was why she had dared to venture out to the city.
Schwarz
had found her as she was about to drive off on Revere's motorcycle after
placing the supplies in the sidecar.
Ducking
into the nearest dark alley, she fell against the wall, heaving for breath.
"Guten tag liebchen[3],"
a slightly nasal voice said entering the alley. Looking up, she saw the red
haired man who had murdered Revere, her best friend.
"Ye,
bloody kraut bastard!" Brighid yelled. The Irish girl raised her hand,
bending her wrist downwards, the wrist crossbow she always carried with her
pointing at Schuldich's heart.
"Ach,
such harsh words, liebchen," he said slowly advancing.
"I'm
warnin' ye, not another step." The Schwarz member chuckled then did just
that. Brighid pressed the trigger with the heel of her hand and sent the dart
at him. However, it missed its target due to the girl's shaking.
"You'd
better watch it with that," he said teasing her, "someone could get
hurt." She fumbled through her pockets and pulled out another dart, but
seemed unable to load it right. Schuldich kept advancing until he was right on
top of her. "Time's up, liebchen."
"Stop
callin' me that! I ain't yer sweetheart!" Schuldich smiled evilly then
kissed her on the lips before shutting her mind down with his powers.
"Tsk. This one hardly put up a fight," he said picking her up and
carrying her to the waiting limo.
Omi
swore as he watched the Schwarz member carry the Irish girl away. He'd been out
delivering flowers for Momoe when he saw a familiar auburn haired girl run past
her. He'd seen Schwarz mulling about the neighborhood and been keeping a sharp
eye on them. He went to the nearest pay phone and dialed the number for the
Koneko no Sumu.
"Aya-kun,
I've got bad news. Schwarz has the target." There was a softly muttered
curse on the other end then the loud slamming of the receiver as the other Weiß
member hung up. Sighing, Omi hung up his end and headed back towards the flower
shop. Previous encounters with Schwarz taught him that it was useless to go
against all four of them alone.
Meanwhile,
at the Schwarz headquarters, Brighid woke to find herself tied to a rather hard
chair in the middle of a stark white room. A white haired man with an eyepatch
over one eye stood over her. "So ye finally woke up, eh?" he said,
licking his knife.
She
was frightened out of her wits, but knew better than let someone like him see
that. Instead, she glared at the Irishman. "Ye can tell us what ye did
with the disks, or ye could let me have a wee bit of fun. The choice is
yers," he said running the flat of the blade against her freckled cheek.
"I
ain't tellin' ye nothin'!" she said, hoping she didn't sound as scared as
she was. She'd seen what he'd done to Bastille before killing her and it wasn't
pretty.
"Oh
good." Farfarello flipped the blade over and ran the sharp edge along her
skin. A deep cut appeared along her jawline, but not too deep as to permanently
scar her. The Irishman had thought her face was rather cute and didn't want to
scar it too much just yet. "Ye wanna try that again?" he asked
running his tongue first along the knife again then along the cut.
The
Irish girl spat in his face. "Go t'hell ye, bastard!"
Farfarello
laughed. "Already been there, luv," he said running the blade along
her thigh. That made her squirm. She wanted to kick him, but her legs were tied
to the chair as well. "Yer a brave lass, but ye'll scream just like yer
pals when we're through with ye." The knife cut the entire length of her
leg, cutting deep into the soft flesh and she let out a hiss of pain.
After
giving his beloved knife a lick, Farfarello started on Brighid's leg moving
from the ankle up to the thigh, just below her plaid miniskirt. The Irish girl
was beginning to get sick from watching the Schwarz member lick her leg as if
she were some cheap whore.
"Still
don't wanna talk?" he asked. She closed her eyes not able to stand the
sight of him any more. "Suit yerself, luv." With that the white
haired man began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse with the knife not
caring if he cut her. He was about to do the same to her bra, when someone
entered the room.
"That's
enough, Farf. I can handle her," said Schuldich.
"Crawford
told me to interrogate her, butt out Schuldich," Farfarello said,
irritated that his play had been interrupted.
"Yeah?
It looks like your methods haven't worked yet have they?" The redhead
smirked.
"@$^#
you!" he shot back. "Ye think ye c'n do better?"
"As
a matter of fact I can."
"Well,
yer welcome to try!" Farfarello stormed from the room. "Just save
some for me, or ye'll regret it."
"Ch'
teme," the German muttered under his breath. "Looks like it's just
you and me, liebchen," he said approaching the bound girl. Brighid had
opened her eyes when she heard the door slam shut only to wish she'd kept them
shut. The redhead clucked his tongue when he saw what Farfarello had done to
her leg. "That's probably gonna leave a scar."
The
Irish girl spat in his face. Chuckling, Schuldich wiped his face with the back
of his hand. "You're still willing to fight this time? Good I like a
spunky girl." The German ran a hand along her undamaged thigh. She'd kick
him, but since her ankles were tied to the chair's legs, she did the next best
thing. She bit hard on the tongue invading her mouth.
Hissing
in pain, he slapped her blood free cheek. "Keep fighting me, liebchen. I
don't mind." The Schwarz member pushed her ruined blouse open and began to
roughly squeeze her breasts, making her cry out.
'Dear
God, please help me!' she said in her mind.
I
don't think he's listening, liebchen he taunted. As he started kissing her
again, he pushed his mind further into hers, searching for the information they
needed. When he felt her push back, he smiled. He loved a good challenge and
this Freiheit girl was proving to be quite a one. You're getting better at
this, eh liebchen? he sent her.
@^#&
off! she sent back along with various references to his parentage.
That's
fine if you don't wanna talk, liebchen. I'm not really in the mood for talking
myself. He was about to push his mind against the block she'd put up again
when a knock on the door interrupted him. Go away Nagi! I'm busy! he
sent to the dark haired boy on the other side.
"I'm
sorry Schuldich-san, but Takatori-sama called and Crawford-san is out now
-"
Sighing
the German opened the door. "All right, kid. I get the picture."
'This'd
better not be about the girl,' he thought as he left for the other side of the
complex.
Once
he was certain the German wasn't going to return anytime soon, Nagi opened the
door quietly. He frowned when he saw the blood covered skin he'd been admiring
earlier.
"D-Don't
ye try anythin'," Brighid said, her voice starting to shake from her
stressful ordeal.
"Shh,
Boudicca-san. I'm not going to hurt you." Using his powers, the youngest
Schwarz member released the Irish girl from the chair. She looked at him warily
as she rubbed her chafed wrists and ankles. The Japanese boy took out a
handkerchief and began to wipe her face, making her flinch a little.
"T-Thank
ye," she said softly. Nagi nodded, blushing slightly. Even cut, she was
still cute.
"Forgive
me," he said as he gingerly brushed a hand against her neck. She slumped
forward into his arms. Using his powers to open the door as he carried her, he
moved stealthily and quietly towards the exit. He prayed that none of his
fellow teammates would catch him, because if they did, they both would be as
dead as the other Freiheit women.
Omi
watched with the other Weiß members as the youngest of their enemies emerged
from the Takatori complex carrying a limp bundle.
"Shimatta!
We're too late!" Ken said hitting the wall beside him.
"We'd
better not be," Aya said, remembering how he failed to protect his own
sister.
"It
might not even be the girl," Yohji piped up. Omi hoped the older blond was
right.
"I'll
follow him. Make sure it isn't her," the youngest boy said anxious to find
out what was going on. He had to know if the bundle Nagi was carrying their
target or not.
"Whoah,
kid, not so fast," Ken said pulling the younger blond back into the
shadows. "I'll go with ya."
"Let
him go, Ken," the redhead said, sensing his teammate's growing anxiety.
Like Ken, he too had noticed his infatuation with the Freiheit girl.
"Aya!!"
Ken and Yohji said in unison.
"He's
dealt with him before. Besides it'll be easier if only one of us goes."
"Demo
-" the brown haired boy protested again.
"I'll
be all right Ken-kun. I know enough to call if there's trouble," Omi
replied then went off in pursuit of Nagi.
"Anything
happens to him, I'll hold you responsible, Aya," Ken muttered. The older
boy just stood silently against the wall, ignoring him, lost in his own
thoughts.
Brighid
opened her eyes to find herself in a very Spartan apartment. She had been lying
on a futon. Looking down, she saw that her leg was wrapped in bandages, blood
seeping through a bit. Feeling her cheek, she found that it too had been
bandaged.
Seeing
that she was now awake, Nagi closed the book he'd been reading. "How are
you feeling?" he asked her.
Glaring
at him, she said, "I'm not some whore ye can treat like a sack of
potatoes!" she yelled.
"I'm
sorry for that," the black haired boy apologized, "It was the only
way I could get you out of there with making too much noise." Sensing her
doubt, he felt angry at the others for treating her so badly. True she was an
enemy, and pretty - he forced that thought out of his mind - but to treat her
like some street whore was unforgivable. "Please believe me. I only
bandaged your wounds, nothing else.
She
looked at the boy skeptically. "You... you did this?" she asked
pointing to her wrapped leg.
"Hai."
"Nothin'
else?"
"I'm
not like them," he said, vowing to hurt Schuldich and Farfarello
for what they did. "I don't approve of using rape to get
information."
"I
guess I owe ye then," she said frantically trying to get her blouse to
stay closed.
"Here,"
he said handing her his school uniform jacket.
"Thank
ye," she replied, gratefully accepting the top and putting it on. "So
how do I look?" she asked, a tiny bit of mirth returning to her eyes.
Nagi
blushed. She looked silly in his uniform jacket and her plaid skirt, but he
couldn't help but think how cute the brown freckles made her look.
"Kawaii," he murmured softly.
Brighid
blushed now. She couldn't get used to being told she was cute. Of course her
friends and many of the guys on the streets had constantly told her, but she
still got embarrassed when someone expressed their interest. "T-Thank ye.
Yer not so bad yerself," she blurted. Realizing she'd said it out loud she
quickly covered her mouth.
"Thank
you," Nagi said blushing even redder. "It's not too often a girl says
she likes me." He remembered Tot and how happy she'd been when he used his
powers to make the sakura blossoms swirl around them.
"Ye've
gotta be kiddin'," the Irish girl said laughing. "Yer just too cute
to be single." Nagi continued to blush. "What's yer name?"
"N-Naoe.
Naoe Nagi desu," he replied, wishing he could be more suave like Crawford.
"Nice
t'meet ye, Nagi. Ye c'n call me Bri. That's what me friends used t'call
me." A sad look came on her face. Then she mentally kicked herself in the
head. 'Oi Bri, lass ye've got it bad. Here ye are in a strange place with one
of those who killed yer friends and yer acting like nothin's wrong! Get with
it, lassie!'
"I'm
sorry about your friends, Bri-san. But you did steal that information from
us."
"That's
no reason for killin' people!!" She shot up and lunged at him. However,
due to the loss of blood, she felt dizzy and fell on top of the youngest
Schwarz member knocking him to the floor.
Before
either realized what happened, their lips brushed against either in the briefest
of kisses. Nagi unconsciously wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back
for another kiss. The redhead struggled for a few minutes then relaxed as her
hormones kicked in. Besides this Nagi was a good kisser.
Just
as it was about to get interesting, the door burst open. Brighid crawled off
the Schwarz boy with lightning speed and backed away. Nagi fearing the others
had found him, gathered his powers only to be surprised by the sight of a very
red faced Omi Tsukiyono.
Recovering
from her initial shock, Brighid lunged at the intruder. "No, wait! I'm
-" Omi found himself lying on the floor, his throat in a death grip.
"Bri-san.
Let him go. He's not one of us," Nagi said trying to calm the Irish girl
down.
"Just
who are ye?" she said releasing the hold slightly.
"I-I'm
a friend," Omi choked out. "I-I came to save you." He blushed
remembering what he'd seen as he burst in.
"Well,
it's about bloody time," she said smirking. She looked at Nagi who had a
strange look on his face. "I'm sorry it had t'work out like this,
lad," she said placing a hand on the dark haired boy's shoulder.
"Me
too, Bri-san." He turned away from her, not wanting for her to see the
tears forming in his eyes. "Get her out of here, Bombay[4],"
he said tightly, "before the others show up."
"Um,
are you all right miss?" Omi asked helping her stand when she felt another
dizzy spell come on.
"Aye,
just a wee bit dizzy," she replied, blushing when her hormones kicked in
again as the blond boy wrapped an arm around her.
"You
sure? I can carry you if you'd like." Was he blushing? Brighid smiled at
her latest savior's awkwardness.
"Nay,
it's ok. Say yer kinda cute," she giggled making the Weiß member blush
even more. "I'll see ye around Nagi!" she called as Omi carefully led
the Irish girl out of the apartment.
"I'm
going!" Omi called as he left the Koneko no Sumu.
"Have
a good time Omi-san!" Aya's sister called as she helped her brother put
away some of the remaining roses.
"Don't
do anything I wouldn't," Yohji said with a wink.
"Yohji!!!!"
the others said, the younger blond blushing the most.
Shaking
his head, Omi left the flower shop gingerly clutching the bouquet of sakura
blossoms.
A
few minutes later he stood outside the movie theater watching for a particular
head of auburn hair. "Oi Omitchi!!!" Turning he saw Brighid running
up to him. She was dressed in tight jeans and a short green T-shirt which
exposed her mid-drift. "Guess who I ran into!" Nagi's wrist was
clasped tightly in the Irish girl's hand.
"Konnichi
wa, Nagi-kun," Omi said smiling at how embarrassed the former Schwarz
member looked.
It
had been a few weeks since the fall of Reiji Takatori's criminal empire and
Schwarz had disappeared from the face of the earth. Nagi was unsure as how to
act around the Weiß boy.
"K-Konnichi
wa, Omi-kun," he said. "Um, I think I'd better be going. You and
Bri-san must be on a date."
"Nonsense!"
Brighid said, grabbing hold of the dark haired boy again. "Yer going t'see
the movie with us and that's that!"
Omi
looked a bit crestfallen, he'd been looking forward to being alone with the
former Freiheit girl in the dark movie theater. "Oi Omitchi, what's
wrong?" she asked noticing her boyfriend's silence. "Oh! Are those
for me?" She snatched the sakura blossoms from the blond's hands. "Ye
shouldn't have 'n' they're me favorite too!" She planted a kiss on his
lips then took one of the flowers and put in behind her ear.
"Well,
we'd better be goin' in, ne? I don't wanna miss a single scary moment!"
With that the rather excitable Irish girl pulled both boys into the theater.
During
the movie, Brighid and Omi kissed a little then as soon as she got scared, she
latched herself onto one of the boys given each a turn. Despite the jealousy
they were feeling, Omi and Nagi found themselves enjoying their 'date.'
Later,
all three shared an enormous banana split. "Now that was a banana
split," Brighid said licking her lips, which were sticky from the ice
cream.
"I
had a good time, Bri-san," Nagi said getting up to leave.
"I'm
glad ye did, luv. I'll see ye later, ne?" Brighid gave the former Schwarz
boy a kiss, tasting the ice cream on his lips.
"Bri!!"
Omi cried, jealous that she was kissing someone else.
"Awwww,
poor Omitchi. Ye gettin' jealous?" she asked with a hint of mischief.
"Let me kiss it better." Before Omi could protest, the Irish girl
kissed him passionately letting him explore her mouth.
Blushing,
Nagi smiled sadly as he watched the girl he'd fallen in love with weeks earlier
enjoy herself. "I mean it Na-chan, I'd like t'see ye again." She gave
him one last kiss goodbye. "Call me sometime," she whispered in his
ear before letting him go.
Omi
was about to sneak away, believing his girlfriend had grown tired of him.
"And just where d'ye think yer goin'?" The former vigilante grabbed
her blond boyfriend and pulled him close.
"Bri,"
he started, too scared to ask.
"I
still love ye, Omitchi. It's just that -" She paused. She had to find a
way to put it so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea. "How c'n I put this.
I love Nagi-chan too." Omi bowed his head. "Can't I love the both of
ye?" she asked seeing his doleful look. "I want ye Omitchi, but I
want Nagi too. It's so confusin'."
"Bri,
do... do you really still love me?"
"Aye,
'course I do!" She hugged him tightly, putting her head on his shoulder.
"But I-"
"Shh,
I understand. I'll try not to get too jealous," he said brushing her soft
hair.
"Yer
just too good!" Brighid kissed her beloved boyfriend one more time before
letting him walk her home.
Author's notes:
First
off I'd like to say that none of the characters are mine. Just Brighid and the
Freiheit girls. Second, I've only seen a handful of episodes so I took a lot of
liberty with the guys. This is my first Weiß ficcie so please be kind.
Now
for the translations/explanations:
1) Freiheit is German for freedom. I felt that that
would be a good name for Brighid's group since they were in a way fighting for
freedom from crime. It's also my own homage to George Lucas. ^_^ Freiheit is
the name of his student film.
2) Boudicca was a Celtic queen who rebelled against
the Roman Empire in the first century. Brighid is of Celtic descent so she
chose that as her codename. Also the girls of Frieheit each chose a codename of
a hero/event of their country. Bastille - the storming of the Bastille prison.
Revere - Paul Revere (duh!)
3)Guten tag is German for 'Good day' or 'Good
Afternoon'. Liebchen is German for sweetheart, similar to the Japanese itoshii.
4)I'm assuming that since Schwarz and Weiß have
tangled before, they would know each other's names/codenames.
