This story is way off canon and I hope that y'all enjoy it. Things maybe a bit slow in the first few chapters, but I promise they will heat up.
I don't own the Weiss boys or Schwartz! If I did, there'd be a lot hotter boy on hot boy action!
Things seen and unseen
Aya stood on the ledge just outside the building where his targets were hiding. A tremor of anticipation shuddered through him. Soon the ones that killed the innocent would be punished and then he could do….do what? The only memories he had were from the last two weeks and the man who had helped him through this trying time. He owed Mr. Rezac more than his life, he owed him his sanity. And in order to repay the kindness that shone him, Aya was willing to take on the four men and one woman who had stolen a very important article from him.
The sound of laughter and the squeaky voice of a young child wafted through the window, verifying the information that Aya had been given. With a blood-curdling scream of 'shi-ne', he burst through the window, katana drawn and slashed at the nearest figure. One of the males fell back, bleeding from the stump of his right hand. He turned to the child and grabbed for him. A tall, slender figure with oaken hair and golden skin insinuated itself between him and the boy.
"Bind!" a female voice said. Aya fell over as his arms and legs were tied up in an invisible rope. He remembered the teachings of his new friends, to remain calm and to imagine the bonds bursting like old rope.
The invisible ties broke and Aya tried to flip over to finish the task put in front of him. His breath came in short, hissing gasps as the weight of the remaining two males pinned him to the ground, despite his wriggling and squirming.
"Damn! Shit! Fuck, Dude! What the hell did you do that for?" one of the men said. "Marcus is gonna die, Dude. You cut off his fucking hand."
"He won't die if you get the proper medical treatment and leave me to return the child to his rightful owner," Aya said, glaring over his shoulder at the figures on his back.
"You're not taking him anywhere," the oaken-haired person said, tossing his (yes, his) long hair over his shoulders and matching Aya's glare. "He's gonna stay here with his mother and you're leaving now, one way or another."
"Murderers!" Aya snarled. "Killers, assassins, butchers, slaughterers! Prepare to meet your fates!"
"Murderers?" said the oaken-haired man, who seemed to be the leader. "Who the hell are we supposed to have killed? Hm?"
"My family for one and there are dozens of people that you've killed in order to steal the Gifted children from them. Whole families are dead because of people like you."
"Listen here, butt-fuck," the Dude guy said, from his back. "We haven't done anything except save people from the Company and from idiots like you."
"Barret, that's enough," oaken-hair said.
"But, Yohji…"
"No, buts. Just look through his mind and see if there are any coercions on him. What'd you wanna bet that Rezac's got his dirty little hands in this mess?"
Aya felt the barriers in his mind that he had painstakingly built from the ground up, crumble like ancient mortar. A foreign presence filled the vault of his mind and he pushed with all his might to force it out.
"Nah-huh-uh!" Barret said, smacking his face hard. "I don't think so, buddy. You're gonna give up all your secrets and we're gonna find out who you working for. Yohji, Micah you guys wanna help me? He's puttin' up one hell of a fight. "
"Don't tell me, Barret, that he's too much of a handful for you," Micah drawled from his position on Aya's lower back.
"You try to control him, ya bastard and see if you can do better than me." Barret smashed Aya's face into the floor, knocking him senseless for a brief moment. He gave a shout of triumph as the walls that had been built in Aya's mind collapsed like a skyscraper in an earthquake.
A flood of memories overwhelmed Aya's mind and he slipped away from reality into a safe place deep in his mind. A small line of drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes stared blankly at nothing.
"What the hellcha do, Barret?"
"I got no clue. I think I broke him." He looked up at Yohji, waiting for the next order.
"Hey, Momma," Yohji said, looking at the woman. "You got time to look him over?"
"I suppose, since I'm the closest thing we have to a Mind-Healer here, I'd better." She moved toward the unconscious figure. "Although, why I should care about what happens to him, I haven't a clue."
"Because, like every woman ever born, you're a sweet, caring person who'll do anything for anyone."
She gave the tall blonde a very unladylike snort. "As if. I agree with Barret, if I had my way we'd just kill him and let God decide if he deserves it."
"That's what makes us so different from Rezac, we realize that everyone has their use even if they aren't Gifted like us," Yohji said, looking up from where he was tending to Marcus' injured hand. The brown-haired man's wound wasn't starting to clot and the tall blonde was beginning to get more than a little bit nervous. If the blood flow didn't slow down they'd lose another partner to Rezac's greed.
Marcus gave a small sigh, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he slumped to the floor. Yohji looked at the collapsed form and swore under his breath. Rezac had just given him another reason to hate him. Too many of the blonde's friends had died, sacrificed to the man's unrelenting greed. He walked out of the room and grabbed a sheet from the bed.
Barret howled in grief and smashed Aya's face into the floor again. He reached out and grasped ahold of the cherry-haired man's mind, preparing to destroy it. If he couldn't exact his revenge on the man who pulled the strings from the shadows, then he'd destroy the instrument the man sent.
"Barret, no!" Yohji snapped, using his power to push the smaller man off their prisoner.
"But Marcus, man! What about Marcus?!"
"We will find out what we can from this one and maybe, just maybe we can turn the weapon back on its maker."
"Waddaya mean?" the smaller man demanded, tears running down his face.
"Exactly what I said; if we can figure out how he's controlling this one, maybe able to send him back against his master." Yohji stepped over to the fallen redhead. "Tell me what you found in there," he said, letting his voice take on the tone that he used in debriefings. He hoped that it would shock the younger man out of his grief enough to realize that any weapon could be used against the enemy.
"He had some really shitty shields, built on nothing. There's a lot of power swirling around in there but it's totally unfocused and chaotic. He's not been grounded or centered, but he was almost strong enough to throw me out. And you were right, there were coercions."
"What kind?"
"Well, they gave him partial amnesia, just enough for that bastard to twist this one to his side. The feeling that I got from the kinks in his head, is that this one is expendable; part of that maybe from the guy's own sense of honor."
"Honor?" Yohji asked, his attention perked by that one word.
Yeah, honor. This guy seems to think that he's a fuckin' Samurai or somethin'."
"Maybe he is." Yohji looked at the fallen figure. The redhead seemed so fragile and delicate, but yet so insane. What in the hell made that pale figure think he could take on five trained adults? Something wasn't right; it wasn't like Rezac to leave things to chance. There had to be a back-up plan and the unknown was causing the hair on the back of the blonde's neck to rise.
The wind rushed in the broken window, blowing dust and debris into the eyes of the group. When they could see once again, four figures stood framed in the shattered casement. The light reflected off a pair of glasses as the leader of the new group stepped into the room. The man wearing the glasses was tall, not quite as tall as Yohji, but not a short man either. Standing to his right was a tall thin orange-haired man with a sadistic smile on his face and to his left was a white-haired man in an untied straightjacket. Between glasses and whitey was a boy of maybe fifteen, dressed in a schoolboy uniform. The small figure's hair moved restlessly in a wind that seemed confined to his body.
Micah stepped between the child and the four intruders. He threw his strongest shield over both of them and drew the frightened child into his arms. Most of his Gifts weren't tough enough to stand up to a fight, however he did have one very powerful one; the ability to build nearly impregnable shields.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Yohji asked, carefully probing the newcomers for the extent of their powers.
"We've come for the child," Glasses said, pushing his spectacles further up his nose.
"Don't think so, Butt-fuck," Barret snarled, launching to his feet. "You assholes killed Marcus and Remy and Daniel and…"
"Oh, lovely," Orange-hair drawled in heavily accented English. "We get the complete and total litany of why we're the bad guys."
"Yeah, that's right, you get to hear the names of everyone that's been takin' away from us. We didn't do nothing to deserve the punishment you guys been dishin' out. And I'm just pissed off enough to rip your balls off and shove 'em up your ass!"
'Crawford let me handle these people,' Schuldig sent down the channel connecting the four of them. 'This guy seems like he'll be fun to play with. I love the taste of ruined minds and ambitions.'
'Be careful, I'm having a hard time getting my Sight to work here; these five…ah, four maybe more than we can handle.'
'As if' came the conceited reply. 'If we can't handle these weaklings, then I'll eat one of Farfie's knives.'
"Oh really?" Yohji said, canting his head to one side. "So, we're weaklings and you're too loud. I suggest that you leave before we're forced to do something that you might regret."
"Ja, Kätzchen you just do that," the orange-haired man responded. "Prodigy, Schatzie, keep them busy while I take care of the Trottel over there."
Yes, Mastermind," Nagi said, drawing his power to him. The wind that always seemed to follow him swirled around the room, ruffling hair, clothing and papers. Then the breeze died and the air became still.
"What the fuck!?" Schuldig snarled, grabbing for the child.
"Get the brat and let's get out of here," Crawford snapped turning his attention to the Talent in the room. "Berserker, attack!"
The white-haired man attacked, going after the one woman in the room, knowing that the others would break off their fights to protect her.
Aya came to himself, the gentle presence in his mind acting as a stabilizing point. He softly pushed her out of his head, grabbed for his katana and slashed out at the man heading for the woman. He now knew that entire story he'd been lead to believe was lies and that Rezac had seduced him into thinking these people were his enemies. The only way to make up for the dishonor he'd brought on himself was to defend the weak and defenseless.
He jumped to his feet and slashed the man again. His sword made contact with his attacker, slicing off a small strip of skin. It wasn't the effect that he wanted, but it was a start. He lashed out with one foot, catching Mastermind on the side of one knee. The tall German crumpled as his leg folded under him and he howled in pain. The white-haired man looked confused, his attention divided between the cherry-haired man and his original target.
The shields around Micah and the child reverberated as the little telekinetic tried to force them down. As the kid concentrated on bringing down the protections that prevented the team from scooping the mark up, Barrett joined Aya in attacking two of his teammates. The battle that had started around Schuldig and Farfarello swallowed him up, slamming him into the brick wall. His vision filled with stars and comets and then faded to black.
"Mastermind," Crawford snapped, "get Prodigy and let's go! We're not going to be able to complete the mission at this time. Fall back! You too, Berserker!"
The team grabbed up their fallen comrade and threw themselves out of the third story window. The tall, gangly orange-haired man looked up at Yohji and his team and shook his fist at them.
'Next time, Kätzchen things will be different,' he sent in broadsend.
"Yeah and we'll be waiting," Barret ground out.
Yohji turned his attention to the man who had started this whole mess. "What in the hell are we going to do with you?"
Aya looked at the beautiful, bronze godling standing before him and turned the katana on himself. Granted seppuku was supposed to be committed with the wakizashi, but as he didn't have his, he'd use what was available.
"Stop him," Yohji screamed, trying to reach the smaller man before he did something really stupid.
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