Weiss Mond
Crossover: Sm/Wk
Chapter 1 part A revised
By: Himeno
Rating Pg13.
Summary: After the fall of the silver millennium, four senchi were re-incarnated hundreds of years before they were supposed to be, some how slipping through the spell cast by Queen Selene in her last moments of life. With no purpose these Senchi lost control of their powers, running rampant, causing chaos and destruction were ever they set foot, knowingly or unknowingly. Estet was formed by the remaining elders of the silver millennium to stop this, and prevent it from ever happening again, they've succeeded thus far, but what happens when Weiss gets caught up in the middle of it. And now that the true elders have long since become a distant memory, the descendants have been trusted to watch over the four sleeping titans. But we all know the saying 'absolute power corrupts absolutely' even if it's only the thought of it.
For those who don't figure it out this:
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.} Is a flash back.
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............Mission 1
....-enter the water sprite-
It was raining, the perfect time to practice her violin. Michiru frowned softly up at her boyfriend. When it was raining; she was more relaxed, and her songs flowed so much more easily onto paper, she also found that she played so much better with the gentle drum of the water to pace her. It wasn't his fault. But the competition was in two days and had yet to rain once in the last week... she couldn't waist anymore time. She pushed gently out of Misato, her boyfriend's, strong warm embrace, it was hard for her but she knew it had to be done. "I'm sorry Misato it's just..."
"It's okay, I understand, I can come over tomorrow cant I? If you want me to?" Michiru smile and pulled away from him he was just too understanding; just too good to her sometimes.
Clapping her hands together her short aqua hair swing back and forth behind her, tied back tightly in a pony tail. "I promise, next time, I won't be worrying over my music, so much."
She stared up into his warm brown eyes, he was smiling strangely at her; he was planning something. "Why can't you for once just forget about your music?" his tone was playful even though the words to her still sounded harsh, she felt so guilty, he didn't deserve this, but she couldn't forget her music either.
"No, Misato, I could never..."
"I know, I know, your music is your first love and you don't want some guy coming in between you and it."
He pushed an almost accusing finger against her for head standing together even if he was a year younger, he was still nearly a head and a half taller. Michiru grabbed his finger away from her for head, how could he think that, of course she cared about her music but she cared about him more than that , didn't he know that?
"That's not true! Misato, if I could spend more time"—
He was laughing—why was he laughing? This wasn't a laughing matter...unless.
"Hey, cool it, Michiru, I was just giving you a hard time" he chuckled—"you're always so serious, you know I have a new goal for the future, lightening you up." That bastard, she thought, that was why... oh. Erg. She could feel the smile blossoming on her face—she could never stay mad at him for long, no matter what he did.
"oh... Misato." She let out a soft giggle wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him again, "Sometimes you're too good to me." She whispered.
Four men over took the speeding van— each of them took out an occupant form with in it. Breaking windows and slitting throats; one even used his hand to crush the face of a man who was attempting to scream. One of the cloaked attackers reached for a disk that had fallen to the floor, while the victim holding it had struggled. The van swerved, with the screeching of tires, the assassin gave up the disk, as they all jumped simultaneously from it.
"I know I am." Michiru glared, pulling away from him completely. Looking into his eyes, taking in his light expression—he was joking, again.
"You should get going Misato..."Michiru spoke softly, she winced it came out sharper than she'd wanted it to.
Misato's expression dimmed a bit, the sparkle in his beautiful chocolate eyes faded, "I know, its getting late."
Michiru remained standing on the steps out of the rain; a soft wind blew by, dread pooling in her stomach. She didn't want him to go. But he had to. Maybe she could stall him just a little longer. He was pulling away from the curb; he'd stop at the intersection.
"Misato," she called out— I'll stall him she thought. He turned and waved. From then on every thing happened in slow motion.
The van broke through the on ramp just above the intersection were he had stopped. She heard the crash, and saw the explosion, watched as his helmet rolled onto the street, a few feet away from the burning tangled mess of metal. Faintly she heard some one screaming. 'No' she was chanting it in her head over and over again; it became her mantra—she didn't se had moved until she collapsed next to the bikers helmet, the plastic broken out of the front of it. Sitting there she realized the person screaming— was her.
"Misato..." she hugged the helmet to her chest. Next the helmet was a double floppy disk case. "Misato..."
# the job wasn't finished. You weren't hired to just kill them you were supposed to recover the disk! No disk no money. #
"Now wait just one minute!" a red head growled into the phone, catching the attention of he rest of the four men in the room. "You hired us as assassins. Now you pay us the money now! And get the disk yourself!" even out raged and upset the red head's voice remained low, and deep. But it showed in his dark brown nearly black beady eyes.
# It doesn't work that way. A contract is a contract. Now get the disk or you don't get paid! # the sound of the rattle as of the phone being hung up was enough to send the red head over the edge.
"THAT BASTARD!" the cordless phone was flung up against the wall, crumbling into little tiny pieces as it fell through the air to the floor.
"Don't worry boss I'll get the disk" the three men, the red head, and two blonds looked at the brunet seated in the corner. He was smiling manically as he dragged his ax across a photo graph of one the latest victims.
It was sunny again just as she had suspected, she never got the chance to finish her new song for the competition... she was almost glad about that, the rain would probably never bring her the same comfort or ease again not after what happened. Oh. God. Misato... it was strange every time some one brought up her music, or she'd start thinking about it...
She'd think of him. The case holding her violin felt heavier in her hands now. She wanted to drop the case and run from it like it was some foul thing... she wanted to forget Misato... NO! She never wanted to forget him, just the pain in her heart that she new would never go away.
"Michiru."
The sullen teen looked up from the cornet path she had been traveling along to the face of her friend Keiko.
"Cheer up. You know he wouldn't have wanted you to be like this." Michiru knew that her friend meant well... but the last thing she wanted to do was talk about it. She stopped in her tracks her head hanging low, in an attempt to hide her tears.
"Please Keiko... I don't want to talk about it, right now." Keiko had stopped a few steps a head of her.
"Alright. But sooner or later you're going to need to talk about. I won't pretend like its going to hurt less if you do, cause it wont. I know it won't. But don't think for a second that just because it won't go away, that it won't lesson if you don't that you don't need to talk to someone about. If you don't, it'll grow and consume you, and before you know it, Michiru, it'll be the only thing you have left in your heart. " Keiko had grabbed hold of her free hand in the middle of her little speech, making her look up into her friends eyes.
Michiru took a sudden intake of breath; if anyone knew what they were talking about... it was Keiko. She'd take Keiko's advice but not today. Not to Keiko, her friend had enough on her plate.
"I'll talk to someone about it Keiko...but not now. Not today."
"Good. Now we have to find away to cheer you up, I remember how much time he'd spend trying to get you to smile and not that fake thing you used just now or the ones you give to your parents, but genuinely smile." Michiru groaned... why couldn't she take a hint.
"Keiko." It came out more of a whine than the warning growl she had hopped it to be.
They had started walking together, "I get it. I get It." the brunet with her emerald green eyes put her hand up in defense, Keiko was maybe three inches taller than Michiru, but still managed to appear as innocent as a five year with his/her hand caught in the cookie jar. Not to mention the girl lied like she was five too. So it wasn't much of a surprise when she decided to change the subject, instead of lie about it "You don't have to whine Michiru. But I know the perfect place to take you now." Keiko took off down the side walk Michiru's hand clutched tightly in her own. Michiru felt like her friend was going to pull her arm off if they kept at her fast pace.
"Common Michiru lets go to that new flower shop." Michiru resisted the urge to snort at her friend. Now look who's whining, Keiko. She thought. Before a full fledged blush covered her cheeks, now she was chiding the girl in her head... what was next? Her falling for someone she met in the florist's shop. Keiko stopped suddenly, Michiru stopped just in time.
"Keiko what is it?" Michiru was a bit worried; to say the least... Keiko didn't just stop for no reason, like that. It just wasn't Keiko.
"Oh... Wow..." Michiru heard her friend breathed out before she turned around to look at Michiru with the bright sunny. "Today is really your day Michiru!" Michiru raised an eye brow at her friend, she was now suddenly so happy... good lord. The girl had a range of emotions the same as a kaleidoscope had patterns, and just as irregular.
"All four of them are together today." And with that said she turned around pulling Michiru behind her with so much renewed vigor she knew she'd pull her arm out of the socket if she didn't let go, and soon.
"We're so lucky; I feel that something good will happen to day." Keiko wasn't the only girl that was cooing, over the guys, and with all the people crowding the entrance, she couldn't see what all the hubbub was about.
"Omi, is there something I can do to help you? Oh please say there is." A girl with short brown hair latched onto the arm of a boy her age with a slight darker shade of brown hair as he desperately struggled to keep hold of the plant he was holding as yet another girl with even darker brown nearly mocha brown hair, with green eyes, latched onto his other arm.
"Um... No thanks." Omi gave a soft reply... but apparently wasn't heard as the girls began to fight over who was going to help him.
"No way, I was here first."
"Hey! no fair!"
Another girl popped up taking hold of the plant her dark blue hair slicked back nicely, and blue eyes sparkling.
"I'd like to purchase five of these; they'd make a lovely present for Omi!" she smiled cutely as she held the plant out in front of her.
"Oh...that Ouka Sakaki..." the first that latched onto his arm growled.
"She's such a snob" the second one continued.
Aya growled, he seemed to be having as much trouble as the youngest of the workers, surrounded by a bunch of crooning teenagers "If you're not buying anything get out."
He raised a hand to his forehead as they continued to chirp, and hop around him like a bunch of baby chicks.
"Do something Yohji!" ken was cornered against one of the storage cabinets, being pressed up against by several girls, all of them vying for his attention.
Yohji stood at the counter surrounded by his own set a groupies though unlike the others, he seemed to be enjoying himself. "There's nothing I can do, these girls are all too young for me." He smiled and looked over to the youngest of the group. "Omi, be gentle men and take care of them."
Omi's head shot up as he heard the comment, indignation set upon his face, "Honestly, Yohji, don't you think of anything else." A soft blush set upon his cheeks
Omi looked out of the front of the store, to see an aqua haired teen, being dragged towards the store by one of there best customers, Keiko Shimizu. Taking his chance at freedom he fled.
"Common let's get in there before all the good ones are gone." Keiko squealed as she moved forward
Michiru sighed; she still needed to get flowers for his grave. That one thought was all it took for the melancholy to set back in. she looked dawn and her feet started to drag a little more as they moved forward towards the shop.
Keiko automatically noticed the change in her friend. But didn't get a chance to say anything, for one of the florists was already headed their way. Thankfully she sighed it was Omi.
"Ms. Keiko." He was grateful to have his arms back, being who he was he wasn't claustrophobic, but it was still nice to be able to breath. "Who's you're friend?"
Michiru looked up at him, "Michiru desu." She beat her friend to it, and held her hand out for him to shake.
"I'm Omi Tsukiyono. Nice to meet you Ms. Michiru." he was about to accept when Yohji butted in taking hold of her hand and placing a kiss upon it.
"I'm Yohji, Yohji Kudou, may I have your name number and address or would you prefer mine?"
"Yohji, leave the lady alone, any way if you haven't noticed she's too young by your rules." Ken growled. Yohji frowned taking in her appearance. She wore the Mugen high school uniform, a dark green pleated skirt, maroon sailor top— that seemed so popular for school uniforms— with a black collar and green bow made of the same material as the skirt.
"Rules were meant to be broken Ken-Ken, May I inquire as to your age, Madame, for you've seemed to have captivated my heart so." He smiled placing her hand on his shoulder, and wrapping his arm around her waist, dipping her backwards.
Michiru resisted both the urge to scowl and the urge to blush. "I'm seventeen. And I have a feeling near my leg that it's not your heart that I captivate. Now if you'd please, I believe you don't let go now my friend is going to do something childish."
Ignoring her warning, Yohji gave her a wolfish grin. "Seventeen isn't so young. You were born in early march weren't you? It's February... how about we do something about that feeling of yours."
Keiko released a growl of frustration before marching over to aid her friend. Taking a fist full of hair, she hissed "She asked you nicely Yohji," and gave a hard pull of his hair; he bent backwards with the force of it. Michiru pulled from his grasp, taking a deep breath, she hid her frustration well.
"That was unnecessary, Keiko." Michiru spoke in her famously calm, soft, cultured voice. Keiko took along look at her friend, before grinning. Unprepared for it Yohji stumbled backwards and landed hard on his butt. Ken was rolling around on the floor laughing his head off.
"If you're expecting me to apologize," she put her hands up in the air, in a 'what can I do gesture'. "I won't. You asked him nicely, and warned him I'd do something childish. He didn't listen. He ignored your warning, Michiru. I mean. You're boy friend isn't even cold in his grave and he was already moving for the kill." Yohji stood and gave Ken a swift kick to the gut.
Ken immediately stopped laughing. Omi was looking slightly surprised by the last comment, letting out a soft, "he died," before really comprehending what he was doing.
Keiko looked at them, "yah you know that car accident that was in the news two days ago about the car that went off the speed way and crushed a biker, the biker that was crushed in the accident was him." Keiko trailed off before looking back at her friend slightly shocked she'd said so much, "I'm so sorry Michiru, I said too much didn't I?"
Everything had gone silent the moment Keiko said it, even the birds stopped chirping. The fan girls that were upset about all the attention they were getting, now looked remorseful, any and all snide comments stopped in there throats. Why'd she have to say anything? Something pink entered her line of vision, she looked up from studying the ground in which they all stood. "Huh? Oh..." Omi was holding some sort of pink and whit flower out her. "What's this?"
"They're violets, I know they're not much, but I thought they might lift your spirits."
"They're beautiful," a soft smile touched her lips, and graciously took them from him. . "Thank you."
The protests of the girls that were still half way inside the shop seemed distant to her as she looked at Omi. He was so sweet; just like Misato was when we first met.
'Oh... Misato... I miss you so much...'
Aya watched as a black Toyota, suddenly took off down the street and around a corner. His eyes narrowing in suspicion, the man that had been in the car had been watching some one... 'You know that car accident that was in the news two days ago, about the car that went off the speed way... the biker that was crushed was him...'
.pop.
"Men, we have a new mission for you. Your targets are a group of assassins, called the Scots."
Profiles of the four men appeared on the screen.
"They are professional killers, trained by various armies all over the world.
The shadow of a man standing in front of a window reappeared on the screen.
"Hunters of the night deny these evil beasts their tomorrows."
Manx appeared at the bottom of the spiral stair case; as the screen went blank, the lights flipping on to revile the four florists of the Koneko Sumi No Le, and herself in the neatly pressed cherry red suit top, mini skirt, heals. Her hair and lip stick the same shade of red as the suit.
"Are you all in?"
4:03 pm Mugen Preparatory PK-College yr 4 ; Music Studio
Michiru sighed, setting down the violin, her gaze wandered out the window. Just as I though I'm not going to make the dead line... they'll understand. She gathered her stuff together; a floppy disk case caught her attention.
"What's this... this isn't mine." What's going on here? Then it a sudden flash back she remembered.
The explosion as the car landed on the pavement— On top of Misato.
His broken helmet rolling away from the wreckage.
The disk case she found next to it as she cried.
"Misato..." She released a dry sob; she had no more tears left to cry. Whatever's on these disks, I'll find out. I have to. She grabbed the book bag, and made a bee line for the Computer lab down the hall... maybe it wasn't too late maybe someone who knew computers well was still there. If she hurried she could catch them.
Michiru opened the door to the computer lab. Dammit. The lab was empty. Just her luck. Oh well... she sighed in head, might as well set to work trying to find out as much as I can about the accident...
"God... Misato why'd you have to die like that? Why?" She sat down at one of the closest computer stations and logged in. Resent News, she thought, four days, would still be considered resent, right? Why not?
She scrolled down the page. There it is! The four men killed in the accident were political reports for the Toto Daily News paper.
. Clack.
Michiru's head shot up. "Whose there? Is somebody there?" Nothing but the reverberating sound of her echoed voice answered. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her... that was it just the trick of the mind.
. Some where behind her, the sound of cloth rubbing against cloth made it's way to her straining ears. Some one was here.
That was it. She'd had it. Logging out of the computer system; she grabbed her book bag and dashed out the front entrance. If someone was there she wasn't just going to sit around and wait for them to attack her. After all why would someone go to so much trouble to hide their presents from her if they weren't some sort of campus rapist, or murderer, hell it could even be an overzealous fan or... a scorn competitor.
She made a sharp turn around a corner running strait into hard chest. Shit! They caught me. Arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling backwards. Why didn't he let her fall? Better yet why didn't he fall?
"Whaoh... I'm sorry."
"Let go of me now!"
"Hey it's okay."
"Let go of me."
Michiru looked up at him... it was Misato... she stopped struggling. Looking up at him she blinked. Misato was gone and another guy stood before her. Thick glasses covered his blue gray eyes; raven colored bangs fell in to his eyes and curled around his face untamed. He wore the male version of the schools college uniform, maroon dress shirt, gray pants, and a matching gray suit jacket the black star emblem of the school on the Brest pocket, with black dress shoes. He was the same height as Misato... a light blush stained her checks. Good god she'd just made such a fool of her self.
"...are you ok? Did I scare you?" Michiru's blush deepened. He even sounded like Misato.
"Oh... No, I'm alright..." she looked away from him; he probably thought she was weird.
"Yah, I heard about that too. Four journalists die in mysterious car crash. Actually I think the report said that they were dead already before the car went off the express way." Some how they'd ended up in a small café a few blocks away from the school.
"I believe they were on the run from someone and were assassinated for what they new." What was she thinking? May be it was because he reminded her so much of Misato... hell they hadn't even exchanged names yet, and here she was drinking a cup of iced coffee. Things were moving too fast, he was just too easy to trust.
"What kind of secret?" maybe he new something about the accident, that he wasn't telling her.
He'd broke eye contact to look down at his clasped hands, "I'm not sure."
He looked back up at her. "I'm not sure about what they were researching, but, I bet it has to be something important." Michiru's suspicion was slowly dieing in side of her the more he talked, the more they talked. He looked almost genuinely perplexed; maybe he was just probing for information like she had been. She looked to the cup of iced coffee before her, now she was feeling guilty.
"I mean if it's worth killing someone for it has to be something big. It just has to be. But you know what I can't figure out?"
"No, What?"
"All they pulled out of the wreckage were the bodies of the people that were killed. Something that important they would have kept on a disk." Michiru's eyes widened she looked up for her cup of coffee.
"You'll have to trust some one, someday..."
"Now that you mention it—"
"You need to find out why your boy friend died that day. He and those men must not have died in vain."
How the hell did he know my boyfriend died in that crash?
"Let me help you find out what happened."
Why should I he could be one of the people that they were running from.
"The key to that mystery might be on that disk."
Misato's broken helmet rolling away from the wreckage.
The disk case she found next to it as she cried.
"On a disk?"
"If you know anything at all you should tell me." He seems so sure that I know where this disk is.
"So we can find out what's on that disk together, Please, let me help you, you might be in danger."
He seemed so genuinely caring as he spoke, but he could be the enemy, "I'll find out what's on this disk alone. Thank you."
"You'll have to trust some one, someday..."
I'll trust him but not with all the knowledge, he keeps referring to one disk, I'll give him one of the disks. He took my hand, as I stared him in the eyes. "We can find out whose behind all of this, if we work together."
"We never did exchange names did we? My name is Akiko. Let me watch over you."
Michiru pulled her hand away from him. "My name is—"
"I know who you are, Ms. Michiru, you're the genius violinist and musical composer."
Michiru's eyes narrowed, "how did you know who I was?"
"That's such a silly question, Ms. Michiru, you're famous after all, and you were the youngest person to win the musical composition contest at Mugen—a friend of mine competed against you. You know he hasn't stopped talking about you since then and that was three years ago, if I didn't know him so well I'd thin that he was stalking you and you're career. He says that you're a modern day Beethoven."
"I'm sorry; I'm not that good..."
Akiko started chuckling—the sound, it was like she had Misato back.
"You don't take complements very well." Michiru could feel the blush stain her cheeks.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. You know you say you're sorry too much.
"I'm—"
"See there you go again." He chuckled, Michiru looked away frustrated.
Outside a black Toyota took of its wheels screeching, drawing Yohji's attention to it. From the description Aya had given him of the car that had been watching the outside of the Koneko Sumi No le, it was the same car. They were watching Michiru, just like he was. His eyes narrowed 'what have you gotten your self into, my aqua haired angle?
Maybe it's because he reminds me of him, it's not natural, though, I didn't even trust him so easily. Here I am, in a café. I don't even know his name. He seems to know something. Could he be the enemy? I'll have to trust someone, someday. I'll trust him to be the enemy. He only knows about one of the disks... I'll keep it that way.
Michiru sat at her desk, one of the things she loved about her Mugen, she didn't have to go to school Monday through Saturday. Just Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturday s. sure It meant more homework... but that wasn't really a sacrifice to her. She opened the small plastic case containing the two disks.
"Four men were killed for this information." Do I really want to know? She pulled out the disk that was on top and checked it for damage, there wasn't even a scratch on the eggshell white surface. She set the disk aside.
"you'll have to trust somebody, someday."
I'll trust him to be my enemy, Kei-chan. I'll trust him to not be trust worthy.
She bent over to place the floppy disk back into her book bag, her short white shorts bunching up to reveal even more thigh. Making her remember exactly why she hated shorts. At least, Michiru though, I'm in the privacy of my own home. She smoothed out her shorts and adjusted her dark blue dress shirt. The computer released a small beep signaling that it had finished loading her settings.
"I have to find out what is on these disks. I just have to." she pushed the disk into the floppy drive, and attempted to open the file.
"Great, I need a password." Just then she heard a nock on the front door. Turning the monitor off she moved to open the door. No one was supposed to be coming over today, maybe its Keiko trying to cheer me up again or something.
To be continued...