This is an AU story... sort of, no yaoi.

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kkreuz, I don't get any money out of this.

This story is about Ran/Aya, and everything will be explained during the story.

Chapter 1

The beginning!

The Fujimiya couple had 2 children, their son Ran, and their daughter Aya. Ryou Fujimiya and his wife Hana, was one of the best Kritiker agents. For now they were undercover as workers for a Takatori. As other Kritker-agents that had children together, those children were trained to become the next generation of agents. So you could say that Ran had been born into Kritiker.

The Fujimiya's were a special family, they were of the cat-clan. They could all turn themselves into cats. Ran's cat form was a red Abyssinian, with violet eyes. He could also do a demon-version of that cat, same size as a huge horse.

Ran was some sort of a prodigy, a wonder child. He could fight with every kind of weapon, kick-boxing, karate, you name it he could do it, as well as kendo. He was a trained ninja and samurai, he was a sharp-shooter with any kind of weapon, and he was a master in making bombs that actually worked. He was also a master hacker, he hadn't meat a system he couldn't hack his way into yet. He was an acrobat, he could do everything he set his mind to, except one thing...

"You got to be kidding me..." Ran said, looking at the boss.

"I assure you I'm very serious" Persia said.

"With all my training... and mind you, I'm 18 years old, and you want me to babysit a 7 year old kid?" Ran said.

"I rescued him, and I know you're young, but you'll not just babysit, you'll be training him too... You will in many ways be his father" Persia said.

"A father? Me? Sorry, but I don't do kids very well... I just got my little sister to stop being scared of me, I'm not used to kids... I can't do this... I'm too young to be a dad" Ran said.

"You get to live alone with the child" Persia said.

Ran had wanted to get his own place for a while now, but still...

"You'll get paid of course" Persia said.

"You could at least meet the child Ran" Manx said. Those too were cousins.

"Fine... I'll see the child" Ran sighed.

It was a boy, with huge blue scared eyes, blond hair... he was tiny.

"This boy? You want me to train this one? He looks scared of his own shadow..." Ran said.

"Ran!" Manx warned.

"Omi, this is Ran, he's gonna be your daddy oto-san!" Persia said.

Ran looked at the boy, cute, but... he didn't think this could be a agent in the future.

"What happened to him?" he asked.

Persia explained, everything, while Manx was tending to the child.

"You already decided that I shall take the child haven't you?" Ran asked.

"Pretty much, yes. Your parents are thrilled about it, said it would be so nice to you, and perhaps calm you down a little" Persia smirked.

"Then why bother to ask me if you're going to make it an order?" Ran growled.

"Because it's more fun, for me!"

The apartment was all set and ready to move into. Ran went and got Omi, then they went to their new home.

"And this is your room Omi" Ran said.

Kritiker sure had bought a lot of toys...

"Um... you bed is here somewhere... under all the toys..." Ran said. God he hoped they had remembered to buy a bed for the kid and not just toys.

Omi looked shy and scared, he actually was clinging to Ran.

That night Ran heard small feet walking over to his bed, then felt something tugging on his sheets.

"What is it Omi?" he sighed and sat up.

The child didn't say anything, but had tears falling out of his eyes. Ran sighed and lifted Omi up in his bed. The child snuggled close to him and fell asleep.

It was Christmas, and Omi was celebrating with his oto-ran and Ran's family.

Omi had finally started talking and smiling. He loved his oto-ran, his daddy in many ways. And Ran had finally got the hang of being a dad. It was time to start training him in something.

Ran's sister Aya was the same age as Omi, so those two got along great. But unlike Omi, she had been training her whole life.

First try went wrong. Ran thought about training Omi in kendo. First day, Omi knocked down all the swords and cut himself up. After that he was afraid of swords.

Next thing, Ran thought about train Omi in making bombs. But when it was supposed to go BOOM, it went pfffftttt.

"I don't like it loud..." was Omi's comment to that one.

So, next up was poison. But after killing a rat with a poison he made right, Omi started crying, and so that was out of the question. Ran started to wonder if the boy was ever gonna cut it out to be an agent, probably not.

Ran started to learn Omi to hack, and what do you know, the boy had real talent. There was hope for him yet. But Omi should know some sort of combat technique.

Material-arts, no weapons, surly that should work. But no, one fall on his ass and Omi started screaming bloody murder.

"OK Omi, this is a crossbow, this is a dart, that is the target, now shoot!" Ran sighed.

And Omi shot, and hit the target... Not in the middle, but close enough.

"Not bad, let's go for that one" Ran said.

And so he trained Omi in hacking and sharp-shooting with a crossbow.

"How is it going?" Persia asked.

"Well, I went for hacking and shooting with crossbow, he suck at everything else" Ran sighed.

"That bad? Not even karate or kick-boxing... material-arts?" Persia.

"He fell on his ass and started crying. He cry too much" Ran sighed.

Manx snickered.

"Oh shut up!" Ran snorted.

Ran started to train Omi as an acrobat too, it could come in handy. Ran himself was the perfect master-thief, he had done a few jobs for Kritiker as that.

Omi still cried a lot, but at least Ran had gotten immune against his puppy-dog-eyes.

Ran was now 21, and Omi 10. Over the years Ran had tried to get a girlfriend, but Omi sabotaged that every single time, he wanted his oto-ran-san all to himself.

"My dad is a girl!"

"You're not as pretty as dad's other girlfriend!"

"If you're gonna become my mommy I'm gonna make your life hell!"

Those was just some of the things Omi said, while smiling like an angel.

At this age Omi was just as good at hacking as Ran was, and a very good sharp-shooter so fare.

This year everything changed.

Ran's parents were found out. Ran was visiting his parents that day, Omi was at s school-camp. That day was the last day Omi would see Ran for a few years.

It was Manx that picked him up at school after the trip, not his beloved oto-ran. He never got an explanation on what had happened to his oto-ran, just that Ran couldn't take care of him anymore.

Ran and his sister had walked home to his parents, found them dead, and the house had exploded.

3 months in a coma at the hospital, and finding out that his sister was in a coma she most likely wouldn't wake up from, and Ran became a killer. He went from being a non-kill agent to a do-kill.

And the years went by, and Omi slowly started to forget how his beloved oto-ran looked like, he did remember kind violet eyes and long silky red hair.

TBC

This is just the beginning chapter. To fill you in on what you need to know. The real story begins in the next chapter. But if you don't review, you won't get the next chapter!

See yah!