Title: Schrödinger's Cat
Author: NailPolishWearingAssassin
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Eszet is at it again: the whole world domination thing and all. But with a different approach in mind for this round. A handful of people with special attributes are the ones they're after, using manipulation and threats to get who they want to come to them. Of course, Kritiker isn't just going to let them do what they want without a fight. But, is Eszet really controlling everything from the shadows, or is there someone else behind it all?
Disclaimers: No, I do not own Weiß Kreuz, though I would love to. Damn sexy assassins… However, I do own the original characters. They should be easy to spot, so I won't bother writing all the names. If you can't figure out who they are because you've never seen this anime, then my question to you is this: why are you even here?
Spoilers: Eh, probably.
Author's Note: Been a while since I've written another fanfiction. Busy with school and writer's block to boot. Hopefully this will jumpstart my imagination for my other fictions.
…Shit, now it's ended up a crossover. There's something wrong with me. I never do crossovers! Okay, to add to everything else, I don't own Yami no Matsuei. Though, once again, I would love to.
Schrödinger's Cat
Chapter 1: A Prologue Without the Label
He was bleeding. A lot. It was getting all over her clothes and hands as she raced down the streets of Tokyo with his body clutched tightly in her arms, her eyes searching frantically for any sign of possible help. She was never going to be able to look at blood the same way again after this. It was taking all her willpower to keep going and not just drop the dead weight his body provided, fall to her knees, and retch right there.
Gasping for breath, she stopped at an intersection that looked like any other, pausing to try and gain a little strength back. It felt like she had been running for hours. It was likely she had. She just couldn't remember. Not like she was actually trying.
All the lights of all the houses were out. Why? Why was there no one awake, looking out the window next to their bed for a brief moment as they read through an enchanting novel before they went to sleep, or taking out the trash in a hurry because they had forgotten to do it earlier and would get scolded in the morning if it wasn't done? Was it his doing? Or was her luck just that rotten? Where were the other two, the ones who were supposed to be guarding and protecting her and the young boy? The two had stayed behind to try and slow their enemy, but that had been so long ago and they had not yet caught up. They couldn't be dead! … Could they? No, no, they couldn't… it made no sense for them to be!
The unconscious boy in her arms groaned slightly in pain and she pulled him against her body tighter, shushing him gently like a mother would her injured baby, and as she began walking, just to keep them moving until it was certain they were safe, she whispered words of comfort in his ear, praying that on some level her voice would reach him and give him strength.
"You're all right, I've got you. We're fine: I don't see him anywhere. Maybe we lost him. Now, all we have to do is find someone to help us. That shouldn't be too hard, right? Then all we just have to wait for them to catch up. I bet they've finished and are on their way right now. They'll probably come running up behind us any minute now."
These sentences, and others like them, forced their way through her throat, sore and raw from heavy panting, screaming, and exhaustion. The fact she could talk at all was a miracle, when she thought about it.
A sudden noise came from behind her and she didn't even bother turning around to see who or what it was. There was no time, because if it was him then it would be too late to escape. She just took off, running as fast as she could with the weight of her burden and the complete fatigue that was pulling at her legs, chest, and eyes. She just needed to find someone, anyone…
Five minutes flew by as she forced her legs to continue at the punishing pace. She couldn't allow herself to stop, not until they had made it to some sort of safety.
There was a flash of golden to her right and that was the only distraction her body needed. Her feet and legs tangled together somehow and she was falling. She only had enough time to twist her body, falling on her back so that the young boy in her arms did not contact the sidewalk. She could feel the scraps caused by the concrete clawing to get at her shoulder blades and vertebrae through her skin, only covered by a thin and bloody shirt, which was now almost certainly torn. She didn't have the energy to cry out in pain as she began to bleed, staining her white clothing article further, only this time the blood was her own.
She opened her eyes. She never remembered closing them, but she must have, because first she saw nothing but black and suddenly there was nothing but a beautiful green. It took her several moments before she realized that she was looking into a pair of eyes, and even longer to register that the owner of said eyes was speaking to her.
"Ah, shit! Oi, are you okay?! Hey, answer me! Ken, get over here!"
"Help," she managed to croak out, "I need help… he's hurt…" She could feel vibrations through the ground coming closer, probably his friend. Then an outcry reached her ears, something that mixed shock and worry, also probably from his friend, followed by what she would guess to be a conversation between the two. She couldn't distinguish specific words anymore, it all just sounded like muffles from behind a closed door. It was taking all her concentration to remain conscious.
She felt the boy being gently removed from her arms and tightened her hold with a whimper, unwilling to give him up, unwilling to risk letting just anyone hold him in his injured state. She had carried him for too long and too far.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of him. Let go, he'll be okay." The words gave her the reassurance she needed once she managed to understand them and she finally allowed them to take him from her. Only a moment later she felt one arm slide under her shoulders and another under her knees, followed shortly by the disorienting feeling of being lifted from the cool ground. She wanted to protest, to insist that she could walk, but her body remained limp with exhaustion.
"No hospital," she whispered desperately, trying so hard to not give in to unconsciousness, though it was oh-so tempting, "No hospital. No…"
"Okay, okay, I hear ya, no hospital," the one carrying her replied seriously, "We live nearby. We're taking you there."
A wave of relief washed over her, "Thank you. Didn't think… anyone would come along." She rested her head against the man's shoulder and just focused on breathing. They were safe… for now. That's all that mattered.
