Das Gewahlte
by RikkuChic9
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(Author's Notes: There really isn't any yaoi pairings in this, despite what you see, but it's your imagination. Anyway, warning that this is Omi-centered and has a bit of Youji, too. Aya and Ken will get more involved after this, so don't worry. Well in the warnings department, there's some language, but you won't be encountering f*** in here right away. That's the only one I'll censor for my reasons and others' benefit. It's still pretty minor. The violence level will raise up later, but it's gonna be quite mild at the beginning. There is mild sexual implying and touching, but not explicit stuff like the actual act. Okay I've yapped on enough. Oh yeah, this is, to a degree, an alternate universe fic and you'll see why.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters or any of that other Jazz.)
***
'What is this...? Where...?'
It keeps repeating... over... and over...
'Aya? Ken? Youji? Where... am I?'
A place that looks like it came out of the mind of Farfarello...
'Where?... Where is everyone!'
The boy always sees a huge and empty, yet small and twisted plane of reality...
'Somebody!'
The small chestnut blond slumped over with hands clenched together.
'I'm so sick of this! What is this?! What?!'
***
An alarm clock began blarring loudly making its owner jump straight up in surprise. Sweat covered his body along with his damp hair. He reached a hand and punched the sound off.
"I... I was dreaming again."
Omi fell back into his bed sighing in both relief and exhaustion. He opened an azure eye to the window before getting up and going for the closet.
"Heya, Omi!"
The seventeen year-old almost jumped out of his skin seeing Youji fully dressed at his now open door.
"Man, Youji! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Woah. Sorry there! Just wanted to say good morning to ya, kid!" Youji smiled at a slightly agitated Omi before bouncing off.
Omi went back to scrumaging through his clothes when Ken peaked in the doorway staring at Omi in confusion.
"... And you're still here ... because?" Ken questioned the boy.
Omi noticed the chocolate brown-haired nineteen year-old at his door.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you staying home sick or something?"
"No..." Omi wondered what his fellow assassin was talking about.
"It's nine o' clock and you're still hanging around."
"WHAT?!" Omi looked over at his clock to see that Ken wasn't kidding around, "Dang it all!"
Ken closed the door to retreat from any mayhem Omi might start from being a whole hour late to school.
***
"Kitty in the House" flower shop was, again, flooded by a mass of teenage girls after three in the afternoon.
"One at a time! Please!" Ken never seemed to have control over the rabid female crowd.
Aya sat in the small greenhouse, itself, in the backroom watering a few plants. Youji came through after a while carrying three flower arrangements.
"Hey, Aya, you seen Omi around?"
"No." The red-head continued watering without looking up.
"Man, where's that kid?"
***
"Stupid, alarm..." Omi grumbled on standing out in the hall with two buckets of water.
"That seems punishment enough," Omi saw his teacher open the classroom door, "you've made up the hour from this morning, so you may leave now, Tsukiyono."
"Arigato, Sensei." Omi grabbed his things and quickly left.
***
"So, where were you, kitty?" Youji teased a bit.
"Don't ask," Omi dumped his backpack under his computer desk, "why weren't you guys at the shop?"
"Yui-san took over for us. Manx is coming by." Youji made himself more comfortable in his seat.
"You mean here."
"Damn, lady!" the dark blond's sunglasses fell giving notice to Manx at the stairs, "so what's up?"
"I'll let you see for yourself." Manx walked over and placed a blank tape into their VCR.
***
A violet-eyed man stood quietly in the middle of leather-clad women and men alike...
'Aya?'
The red-head grasped his katana glaring intensely at a non existent being...
'What is...?'
Teal eyes turned to look through a dense crowd of dancing bodies and strobbing lights...
'Ken? Where am I now?'
Dark green orbs peered across the dance floor through black frames...
'Youji? What's going on why's everyone...?'
"Where is he?"
'Was that... Aya...?'
"I can't..."
'Ken?'
"OMI!"
***
Omi's blue eyes shot open as he had bolted up panting. He looked at his palms which were drenched. He was damp all over and hot. He noticed that he was sitting at the computer.
"That's right I was looking up data for the mission..." Omi held his forehead thinking.
'It... was different this time... a different dream...' He strayed away from his data search again.
"How embarassing... falling asleep at the screen..." Omi stared at it for a while.
'Youji... Youji screamed my name and...' Omi shook his head promptly, 'no... that's just stupid...'
He immediately went to work to shake the thought away.
***
Omi stretched in his covers like a kitten as he slowly got up and strided to the door.
'Thank whoever for weekends...'
Just as he finished his thought, Omi bumped into Youji outside his door which startled the younger boy.
"Uhhh... didn't mean to scare you like that, kid." The dark blond gently rubbed the side where he impacted.
"It-it's okay. Just on my way to the comp..." Omi stared for a moment at the twenty-two year-old.
"... What?"
"Oh! Nothing!" Omi scooted away leaving the older man in slight confusion.
"Whatever." Youji shrugged his shoulders and continued down the hall.
The blue-eyed youth stumbled into the main room looking back to see Youji go into his room. He sighed silently and looked at the floor before thinking to himself.
'... Why did I look? Jesus, Omi... you're going crazy.'
***
"We've got this perfect. Go in Tuesday, when these MacLachlan and Wingates guys come around to their club in Tokyo and we bag 'em there." Ken put his hands on his hips looking around for objections.
"Well, the plan's more intricate than that, but that's the basic scheme. Then again, some of this is still a bit shaky since that date could change." Omi tilted in his chair.
"We've already heard the details. Whatever works." Aya walked off into the hallway more than likely to his room.
"Hey, they've messed with quite a few lovely women already. I still wonder why the hell they'd spread all the way over here if they're obviously more concerned with their main station in England," Youji lazily grinded out his cigarette stub and stood up, "I'm hitting the town tonight. Maybe I'll even check out just what's up with that night club and get a few hints on MacLachlan and Wingates."
"What? You better not go get yourself killed or in trouble or something before we execute this!" Ken looked at Youji like a little boy going out to bike ride without his helmet.
"Settle down, Ken-ken. I'm a grown boy." Youji gave him a teasing grin.
"Yeah, Youji. Don't go screwing around." Omi was slightly surprised that he butted-in.
"Man, you guys. You all act like I haven't wandered out after dark by myself before!" Youji pulled down his shades and made his way up the spiraling stairs.
Ken jumped over the couch and grabbed the remote and began watching some kind of soap on T.V. which he quickly changed. Omi was getting bored of watching Ken flip the channels trying to find something.
"Hey Omi."
"Huh?"
"Go get some take-out."
"... Why me?"
"I'll just tell Aya who recorded over his Showtaro CDs, then."
"Take-out? You got it!" Omi quickly dashed up the stairs.
Ken just snickered still flipping the channels.
***
"Hey! What's the deal?!" Omi kicked the air seeing that the Ramen shop had already closed.
"Dumb, Ken. I should've stopped at that McDonalds' a block back." Omi was about to hop back on his scooter when he saw a couple walk down an alleyway a few stores down.
Something told him to just go on, but curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He left his small vehicle against the building coming up quietly to the opening. When he turned the corner there was a stairway going down into what was probably some underground alleyway.
'Omi, just what the heck are you doing? Turn around and leave...' Then again...
The chestnut blond walked down the steps which didn't seem that far down. Now he started to sweat not realizing how far down he was going. When he finally reached a solid floor he noticed the hall was quite large and vast, but with no ceiling. It was like an empty alleyway just on a lower elevation with large buildings surrounding and the night sky above.
Omi snapped out of his scenery gazing when he looked at a small neon sign in English above a pair of black doors in the left side of the buildings. It seemed pretty strange and eerie to him wondering who'd go there.
"'Red Velvet'?" The sapphire-eyed youth spoke the last syllable in his Japanese accented English.
"Wait a minute... that's... that's the place!" Omi began to panic a little stepping back.
Before he could turn and run, Omi slammed into a brick wall. When he looked up, it was a man, the same one he'd saw come down this way.
"G-Gomen!" Just as Omi made his way around him a woman was in his path.
"Oh! Who might you be?" The woman seemed friendly enough, even if Omi could only understand a little since she was speaking English.
"I-I just took a-a wrong turn..." Omi was getting heavily embarrassed trying to stutter out the little English he knew thanks to his three years of studying the language so far in high school, despite his slightly heavy accent.
The golden haired woman looked over at, what Omi assumed to be her date, and made a little wave with her hand. The man just left the two as Omi glanced over his shoulder watching him go into the club. She came up to Omi where he noticed that she was about the same height if not just an inch or two smaller than him.
"You lost your way home?" Omi was getting uncomfortable with the situation wishing she'd just move aside and let him leave already.
"H-Hai... Y-yes..." Omi struggled again with his words.
Suddenly, her hand was trailing down his side causing Omi to drop all defenses that he had built up. She moved her other one up his chest making him heave and feel hot. It didn't help that her breasts were pressed against his chest and the fact that she was dressed in practically nothing. She finally placed her pale finger over his lips making him produce a small strangled gasp, yet almost a nervous squeak.
"Just close your eyes now..." He didn't seem to pay attention to her when she threw aside his backwards black cap from his head, but then he blinked a little.
He immediately shoved her away in both surprise and disgust. She stumbled just slightly looking at him shocked and then with a twisted glare of her pale blue eyes.
"How the hell did you resist me...?" She almost looked like she was going to lunge at the boy.
Omi woke up finally and without thinking reached into his short pocket and threw the only poison dart he carried swiftly at the woman. When he realized what he'd just done, the blond woman already had him against the wall. He gasped for air when he noticed his dart lodged in the brick wall opposite them.
"Na... ni...?" Before he could continue she grasped his throat tighter.
'How... can she... How can she be this strong...?' Omi started choking.
"It would've been easier if you'd just gave in." The woman finally dropped the gasping assassin.
He slid down the wall a bit until she held his head up with her hand. He was looking directly at her eyes now, but too breath-beaten to be afraid anymore.
"Just stay still now..." She rubbed his neck gently and moved some of his hair aside before opening her mouth slowly.
That's when he saw them.
'... Fangs... She... she has fangs... Just like...'
Before he could finish his thought and her her deadly deed, she was suddenly pulled back by an unseen... wire?
"Hey, Bombay, you okay there?" There was a calm and familiar green-eyed man on the other end of the wire holding back the woman.
"... Youji-kun...?" Omi tried to break out of his daze.
"Who the hell are you?!" The blond haired woman had suddenly shifted into perfect Japanese and was pulling uselessly against Youji's hold.
"Balinese, miss."
"Well, you'll be going to hell, soon pussy-cat!" Not surprisingly to Youji, she burst out of the wire's hold.
Omi got up slowly, but snapped back to life as the woman ran at Youji.
"Balinese!"
Much to Omi's surprise, Youji was already behind her somehow and produced another wire. He caught onto her again, but this time she shrieked and started to smoke very slightly as if she was being burned by the wire. She turned a cold eye to Youji.
"... Silver. How could you...?" She clenched through her canines.
"Let's just say I've been doing my homework for a LONG time, miss." Another surprise overcame Omi when he saw Youji smile at the woman.
'... Fangs... So... the dream... I was right...'
The woman looked just as surprised.
"You're... You're a... a vampire... also?!" She barely whispered now with a frightened expression crossing her face.
"Lady," Youji waved his finger, "don't insult me."
At his last words, a gun shot was heard and Omi blinked to see the woman fall over onto the cement and explode into a heap of ashes. He looked at Youji completely confused and shocked at all that he'd just seen in the past few minutes. Youji had brought up his wire and pocketed a gun that Omi had never seen him carry around before.
The dark blond finished brushing off his black shirt, turned to Omi pushing his sunglasses up, and put his arms behind his head. Omi just stared up at the emerald-eyed man, who Omi just seemed to notice that his skin was slightly paler than usual, in pure confusion. Youji blinked at him and gave a nervous fanged grin.
"Looks like I've got some explaining to do, don't I?"
***
(Author's notes: Do you feel as confused as Omi right now? Well, then wait for the next chapter! HEHEHEHEHE! I'm so evil! *_*
Oh yeah, if you didn't know, the title of this fic is German for "The Chosen". Just to let ya know.)
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by RikkuChic9
***
(Author's Notes: There really isn't any yaoi pairings in this, despite what you see, but it's your imagination. Anyway, warning that this is Omi-centered and has a bit of Youji, too. Aya and Ken will get more involved after this, so don't worry. Well in the warnings department, there's some language, but you won't be encountering f*** in here right away. That's the only one I'll censor for my reasons and others' benefit. It's still pretty minor. The violence level will raise up later, but it's gonna be quite mild at the beginning. There is mild sexual implying and touching, but not explicit stuff like the actual act. Okay I've yapped on enough. Oh yeah, this is, to a degree, an alternate universe fic and you'll see why.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters or any of that other Jazz.)
***
'What is this...? Where...?'
It keeps repeating... over... and over...
'Aya? Ken? Youji? Where... am I?'
A place that looks like it came out of the mind of Farfarello...
'Where?... Where is everyone!'
The boy always sees a huge and empty, yet small and twisted plane of reality...
'Somebody!'
The small chestnut blond slumped over with hands clenched together.
'I'm so sick of this! What is this?! What?!'
***
An alarm clock began blarring loudly making its owner jump straight up in surprise. Sweat covered his body along with his damp hair. He reached a hand and punched the sound off.
"I... I was dreaming again."
Omi fell back into his bed sighing in both relief and exhaustion. He opened an azure eye to the window before getting up and going for the closet.
"Heya, Omi!"
The seventeen year-old almost jumped out of his skin seeing Youji fully dressed at his now open door.
"Man, Youji! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Woah. Sorry there! Just wanted to say good morning to ya, kid!" Youji smiled at a slightly agitated Omi before bouncing off.
Omi went back to scrumaging through his clothes when Ken peaked in the doorway staring at Omi in confusion.
"... And you're still here ... because?" Ken questioned the boy.
Omi noticed the chocolate brown-haired nineteen year-old at his door.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you staying home sick or something?"
"No..." Omi wondered what his fellow assassin was talking about.
"It's nine o' clock and you're still hanging around."
"WHAT?!" Omi looked over at his clock to see that Ken wasn't kidding around, "Dang it all!"
Ken closed the door to retreat from any mayhem Omi might start from being a whole hour late to school.
***
"Kitty in the House" flower shop was, again, flooded by a mass of teenage girls after three in the afternoon.
"One at a time! Please!" Ken never seemed to have control over the rabid female crowd.
Aya sat in the small greenhouse, itself, in the backroom watering a few plants. Youji came through after a while carrying three flower arrangements.
"Hey, Aya, you seen Omi around?"
"No." The red-head continued watering without looking up.
"Man, where's that kid?"
***
"Stupid, alarm..." Omi grumbled on standing out in the hall with two buckets of water.
"That seems punishment enough," Omi saw his teacher open the classroom door, "you've made up the hour from this morning, so you may leave now, Tsukiyono."
"Arigato, Sensei." Omi grabbed his things and quickly left.
***
"So, where were you, kitty?" Youji teased a bit.
"Don't ask," Omi dumped his backpack under his computer desk, "why weren't you guys at the shop?"
"Yui-san took over for us. Manx is coming by." Youji made himself more comfortable in his seat.
"You mean here."
"Damn, lady!" the dark blond's sunglasses fell giving notice to Manx at the stairs, "so what's up?"
"I'll let you see for yourself." Manx walked over and placed a blank tape into their VCR.
***
A violet-eyed man stood quietly in the middle of leather-clad women and men alike...
'Aya?'
The red-head grasped his katana glaring intensely at a non existent being...
'What is...?'
Teal eyes turned to look through a dense crowd of dancing bodies and strobbing lights...
'Ken? Where am I now?'
Dark green orbs peered across the dance floor through black frames...
'Youji? What's going on why's everyone...?'
"Where is he?"
'Was that... Aya...?'
"I can't..."
'Ken?'
"OMI!"
***
Omi's blue eyes shot open as he had bolted up panting. He looked at his palms which were drenched. He was damp all over and hot. He noticed that he was sitting at the computer.
"That's right I was looking up data for the mission..." Omi held his forehead thinking.
'It... was different this time... a different dream...' He strayed away from his data search again.
"How embarassing... falling asleep at the screen..." Omi stared at it for a while.
'Youji... Youji screamed my name and...' Omi shook his head promptly, 'no... that's just stupid...'
He immediately went to work to shake the thought away.
***
Omi stretched in his covers like a kitten as he slowly got up and strided to the door.
'Thank whoever for weekends...'
Just as he finished his thought, Omi bumped into Youji outside his door which startled the younger boy.
"Uhhh... didn't mean to scare you like that, kid." The dark blond gently rubbed the side where he impacted.
"It-it's okay. Just on my way to the comp..." Omi stared for a moment at the twenty-two year-old.
"... What?"
"Oh! Nothing!" Omi scooted away leaving the older man in slight confusion.
"Whatever." Youji shrugged his shoulders and continued down the hall.
The blue-eyed youth stumbled into the main room looking back to see Youji go into his room. He sighed silently and looked at the floor before thinking to himself.
'... Why did I look? Jesus, Omi... you're going crazy.'
***
"We've got this perfect. Go in Tuesday, when these MacLachlan and Wingates guys come around to their club in Tokyo and we bag 'em there." Ken put his hands on his hips looking around for objections.
"Well, the plan's more intricate than that, but that's the basic scheme. Then again, some of this is still a bit shaky since that date could change." Omi tilted in his chair.
"We've already heard the details. Whatever works." Aya walked off into the hallway more than likely to his room.
"Hey, they've messed with quite a few lovely women already. I still wonder why the hell they'd spread all the way over here if they're obviously more concerned with their main station in England," Youji lazily grinded out his cigarette stub and stood up, "I'm hitting the town tonight. Maybe I'll even check out just what's up with that night club and get a few hints on MacLachlan and Wingates."
"What? You better not go get yourself killed or in trouble or something before we execute this!" Ken looked at Youji like a little boy going out to bike ride without his helmet.
"Settle down, Ken-ken. I'm a grown boy." Youji gave him a teasing grin.
"Yeah, Youji. Don't go screwing around." Omi was slightly surprised that he butted-in.
"Man, you guys. You all act like I haven't wandered out after dark by myself before!" Youji pulled down his shades and made his way up the spiraling stairs.
Ken jumped over the couch and grabbed the remote and began watching some kind of soap on T.V. which he quickly changed. Omi was getting bored of watching Ken flip the channels trying to find something.
"Hey Omi."
"Huh?"
"Go get some take-out."
"... Why me?"
"I'll just tell Aya who recorded over his Showtaro CDs, then."
"Take-out? You got it!" Omi quickly dashed up the stairs.
Ken just snickered still flipping the channels.
***
"Hey! What's the deal?!" Omi kicked the air seeing that the Ramen shop had already closed.
"Dumb, Ken. I should've stopped at that McDonalds' a block back." Omi was about to hop back on his scooter when he saw a couple walk down an alleyway a few stores down.
Something told him to just go on, but curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He left his small vehicle against the building coming up quietly to the opening. When he turned the corner there was a stairway going down into what was probably some underground alleyway.
'Omi, just what the heck are you doing? Turn around and leave...' Then again...
The chestnut blond walked down the steps which didn't seem that far down. Now he started to sweat not realizing how far down he was going. When he finally reached a solid floor he noticed the hall was quite large and vast, but with no ceiling. It was like an empty alleyway just on a lower elevation with large buildings surrounding and the night sky above.
Omi snapped out of his scenery gazing when he looked at a small neon sign in English above a pair of black doors in the left side of the buildings. It seemed pretty strange and eerie to him wondering who'd go there.
"'Red Velvet'?" The sapphire-eyed youth spoke the last syllable in his Japanese accented English.
"Wait a minute... that's... that's the place!" Omi began to panic a little stepping back.
Before he could turn and run, Omi slammed into a brick wall. When he looked up, it was a man, the same one he'd saw come down this way.
"G-Gomen!" Just as Omi made his way around him a woman was in his path.
"Oh! Who might you be?" The woman seemed friendly enough, even if Omi could only understand a little since she was speaking English.
"I-I just took a-a wrong turn..." Omi was getting heavily embarrassed trying to stutter out the little English he knew thanks to his three years of studying the language so far in high school, despite his slightly heavy accent.
The golden haired woman looked over at, what Omi assumed to be her date, and made a little wave with her hand. The man just left the two as Omi glanced over his shoulder watching him go into the club. She came up to Omi where he noticed that she was about the same height if not just an inch or two smaller than him.
"You lost your way home?" Omi was getting uncomfortable with the situation wishing she'd just move aside and let him leave already.
"H-Hai... Y-yes..." Omi struggled again with his words.
Suddenly, her hand was trailing down his side causing Omi to drop all defenses that he had built up. She moved her other one up his chest making him heave and feel hot. It didn't help that her breasts were pressed against his chest and the fact that she was dressed in practically nothing. She finally placed her pale finger over his lips making him produce a small strangled gasp, yet almost a nervous squeak.
"Just close your eyes now..." He didn't seem to pay attention to her when she threw aside his backwards black cap from his head, but then he blinked a little.
He immediately shoved her away in both surprise and disgust. She stumbled just slightly looking at him shocked and then with a twisted glare of her pale blue eyes.
"How the hell did you resist me...?" She almost looked like she was going to lunge at the boy.
Omi woke up finally and without thinking reached into his short pocket and threw the only poison dart he carried swiftly at the woman. When he realized what he'd just done, the blond woman already had him against the wall. He gasped for air when he noticed his dart lodged in the brick wall opposite them.
"Na... ni...?" Before he could continue she grasped his throat tighter.
'How... can she... How can she be this strong...?' Omi started choking.
"It would've been easier if you'd just gave in." The woman finally dropped the gasping assassin.
He slid down the wall a bit until she held his head up with her hand. He was looking directly at her eyes now, but too breath-beaten to be afraid anymore.
"Just stay still now..." She rubbed his neck gently and moved some of his hair aside before opening her mouth slowly.
That's when he saw them.
'... Fangs... She... she has fangs... Just like...'
Before he could finish his thought and her her deadly deed, she was suddenly pulled back by an unseen... wire?
"Hey, Bombay, you okay there?" There was a calm and familiar green-eyed man on the other end of the wire holding back the woman.
"... Youji-kun...?" Omi tried to break out of his daze.
"Who the hell are you?!" The blond haired woman had suddenly shifted into perfect Japanese and was pulling uselessly against Youji's hold.
"Balinese, miss."
"Well, you'll be going to hell, soon pussy-cat!" Not surprisingly to Youji, she burst out of the wire's hold.
Omi got up slowly, but snapped back to life as the woman ran at Youji.
"Balinese!"
Much to Omi's surprise, Youji was already behind her somehow and produced another wire. He caught onto her again, but this time she shrieked and started to smoke very slightly as if she was being burned by the wire. She turned a cold eye to Youji.
"... Silver. How could you...?" She clenched through her canines.
"Let's just say I've been doing my homework for a LONG time, miss." Another surprise overcame Omi when he saw Youji smile at the woman.
'... Fangs... So... the dream... I was right...'
The woman looked just as surprised.
"You're... You're a... a vampire... also?!" She barely whispered now with a frightened expression crossing her face.
"Lady," Youji waved his finger, "don't insult me."
At his last words, a gun shot was heard and Omi blinked to see the woman fall over onto the cement and explode into a heap of ashes. He looked at Youji completely confused and shocked at all that he'd just seen in the past few minutes. Youji had brought up his wire and pocketed a gun that Omi had never seen him carry around before.
The dark blond finished brushing off his black shirt, turned to Omi pushing his sunglasses up, and put his arms behind his head. Omi just stared up at the emerald-eyed man, who Omi just seemed to notice that his skin was slightly paler than usual, in pure confusion. Youji blinked at him and gave a nervous fanged grin.
"Looks like I've got some explaining to do, don't I?"
***
(Author's notes: Do you feel as confused as Omi right now? Well, then wait for the next chapter! HEHEHEHEHE! I'm so evil! *_*
Oh yeah, if you didn't know, the title of this fic is German for "The Chosen". Just to let ya know.)
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