Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, definite violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or Weiss Kreuz. I take no credit for anything except my own characters and the plotline. I make no money off of this. Or anything else that I do. That is why I write fan fiction, after all, because I can't afford to buy the manga and anime.

Graue Herzen

She is spinning around, arms raised to catch falling pink blossoms. Her azure curls bounce around her smiling face. Her dress is a slightly darker pink trimmed with frills and it flows around her thighs, swishing through the air as she spins through the green field. A bunny that perfectly matches the Sakura petals is hanging from one hand, the perfect companion for the eternal woman child.

Muku na mama de sarasarete

Eyes of midnight watch the scene unfolding with an indulgent smile softening a normally emotionless face. Her name is simply Tot, and she is beautiful to him.

Hanabira o chirasu hana no you ni

The smile is replaced by a frown when he realizes that she's not moving. She stopped, and the petals that he had commanded to dance have been blown away by some unseen force. The field dissipates, crumbling away beneath a spreading black shadow.

Streetlights flicker in the distance, revealing a narrow alley. A tin garbage can is tipped over at the lip of the alley and behind it stands two dark forms that slowly press close to the shining girl. There is no other way out and she presses against the back wall of the alley, one hand braced against the rough brick building, the other with a pink umbrella raised defensively.

Deguchi mo naku

One of the shadowy forms lunges forward. A blade extends from the tip of the umbrella at a small twist of the girl's wrist and she lunges forward, impaling the shadow man with the gleaming point. Bright red splatters across her delicate face, the innocent delight from the field replaced by glimmering maliciousness.

The other form is moving. She tugs at the heart shaped handle, but it doesn't release. The blade is caught on something, perhaps a bone. She struggles, breath hitching as she realizes she can't get her blade free of the crumpled form at her feet. Wide blue eyes stare in horror as flickering yellow-orange circles from the mouth of the alley, rushing toward her in a dancing blaze. Fire engulfs her, and she falls back against the wall screaming. The only thing visible through the flames is a single hand reaching out grasping at air as if begging for help.

Nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo

He watches in helpless agony as the fire consumes her...

Motto kokoro made kowasu you ni

He jerked upright in bed, causing the frame to drop back on the floor with a loud thump. The light bulb in the corner lamp shattered in a tinkering rain that sprayed across the floor. Midnight eyes stare around wildly and he consciously grabs the remaining furniture in the room with his power, catching all of the pieces before anything else could break. He set it all down gently. Then grabs his head as lancing pain shoots through his skull.

The only sound in the small bedroom are the ragged breaths of the teenager and the fading strains of Sleepless Beauty. The song was Nittle Grasper's number one hit and he remembered falling asleep with his cd set on loop. He waved a hand at the stereo, shutting off the music with an irritated thought. As much as he loved Nittle Grasper music, that particular song disturbed him when he listened to it alone at night. This was especially true since his girlfriend's death several months before.

Nagi Naoe, psychokinetic of the assassin team Schwarz, had only recently returned to Japan from America where he'd been hiding out after his last mission. He was now living in a small penthouse style apartment that took up most of the floor of building it was situated in. It was more space than he could ever need but he had the money to blow and he could always get more where that came from, so he wasn't worried about the cost of living.

The sixteen year old shoved back the covers on his western style bed, and stood up to go to the bathroom. It was going to be a while before he fell back asleep and more than likely need to take something for his headache. He didn't normally get sick from using his powers, but when he felt threatened they would automatically lash out to try and protect him, and that was a danger while he was having one of his nightmares.

He grimaced as the harsh fluorescent lighting from the bathroom washed over him. Blinking, he stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. His dark blue pajamas were oversized and dwarfed his delicate frame. Pale skin that was just the slightest bit flushed from sleep, largeblue eyes with pupils that were contracted into tiny pinpricks in self defense at the sudden glare from over head lights. The dark chocolate colored haired that normally fell gracefully around his face was sticking up at odd angles, a testament to his restless sleep. And the lingering hint of static electricity that typicallyfollowed a loss of control of his powers.

He scowled.

Jerking the mirror open he pushed around bottles until he found the bottle of coated painkillers that would ease his headache so he could try and get back to sleep. Once he had a couple of pills in hand he twisted the faucet on and, ignoring the mild pounding that accompanied the gesture, forced the flow of water into a contained cylinder of space. He grabbed the water that was now contained by air into the shape of a glass and drank it down. He released his powers, allowing the water to spill over his hand and back into the drain. He shook the extra water off and wiped his hand on a towel that was hanging from a wall. Then he walked out of the bathroom. The light shut off absently behind him as he settled down at his desk and turned on his computer.

When the screen finally loaded and his computer connected to the net he immediately logged in to check his e-mail. Eight new e-mail. Five requests for Prodigy Systems to upgrade the security around these whiny losers' buildings- booriiing. One e-mail from Bombay saying that he's found out the name of the person hiring the hit teams being sent after Tohma Seguchi, and that he was going to take care of it tomorrow night. Well, at least the Weiss was earning his pay. One ad for breast implants- he wasn't sure how that had slipped past his filters but he was going to find out who made the ad and send them a nasty virus. And finally e-mail from Saki- his only friend outside of Schwarz and Tot. He'd kept in touch with the other boy for the past couple of years, even when every other online acquaintances got irritating or stopped showing up.

'Prodigy,

I understand that you won't be able to stay too long at the concert. Hope you enjoy the show, anyways. We seriously need to meet some time. I'm sure my friends would like you.

Catch you later.

Saki'

The concert… Ah that's right. The other boy, Suguru Fujisaki, was a keyboardist in a rock or pop band. Nagi wasn't exactly clear on which kind. All he'd been able to gather was that their sound was inspired by Nittle Grasper, so they had to be at least somewhat good. The band was having a concert tomorrow night and he'd agreed to come watch. Well he had agreed to go so he guessed he had to actually keep his word. Or something. Not that he was quite sure why seeing as keeping promises to people had never been a strong Schwarz trait. But then again, Crawford had never actually encouraged breaking promises if there wasn't a greater gain to be had from doing so. And since there was nothing balanced against his going, keeping his promise would cost him nothing.

He firmly quashed the suspiciously nasal voice in the back of his head that accused him of having developed morals since striking out on his own. And finally the pain was dulling enough that he could return to sleep. He returned back to his bed, ignoring the fine cracks that traced the edges of his furniture and the mirror that was splintered against the far wall. There was no help for it tonight. Tomorrow he would spend the day making calls: calls to accept and decline jobs, calls to get his room repaired. And doing research, figuring out exactly who was trying to destroy Nittle Grasper for their own personal gain.

Tomorrow night he would go to see Bad Luck in concert.

This is not so much a sequel as an annexed story of Weiss Geräusche from Nagi/ Ryuichi/Tohma's POVs. But on a happy note it will carry on past the ending point of WG.If you haven't read WG, then what you just read means absolutely nothing and we do hope you enjoy your visit.