AN: Yes another new fic, but this one is already done, so I'll post the second part as soon as I edit it This one is suppose to be a one-shot for Sailor Ronin-Usachan's Mentor/Pupil program, I believe the challange was to write a WK/SM fic about Weiss hunting down Usagi, without being too cliche ;; As usual, this is a little dark (got inspired by Yami no Matsuei =P) and I might've twisted a few facts here and there ;; This hasn't been edited yet so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

I'm also looking for a beta since TMM-chan is going on vacation. If anyone is interested, please let me know. Oh and this will also be posted on Pokahydee-chan's fanfiction page. The link is on my author's page, and many talented author has already signed up

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Part I

"Carefully now..."

Snowy bandages slowly unwounded from her head. It had been one year four months two weeks three days five hours and twenty three minutes since she last saw the light.

"Now now don't rush Tsukino-san," The man in the white lab coat said kindly, patting blonde head. She was one of his youngest patients. Out of all the people who came to him for help, she was the one his heart went out to the most. Unlike everyone else, she was one of the few who faced her dark world with courage that was rare for a girl her age. "You have to take it one step at a time. Now slowly open your eyes."

The heavy lashes trembled; almost as if afraid of revealing the clear blue color it has been hiding for so long. And she was afraid. What if she still couldn't see? After all the waiting, the hope, she had been walking on air and that single tread of hope could break at any time and leave her in even more pain than before.

The lids slowly lifted and closed quickly. Was light this strong before? The brightness hurt her eyes. Then she suddenly realized with shock that she could actually see the light now. Forgetting the piercing pain, she opened her eyes again, this time not only seeing the light but also the blurry shapes within the light.

"Don't force yourself to see everything Usagi. You're body still has to get used to the cornea first," the familiar voice that she had been hearing for the past year said and a kindly face came into her view. Tears started to swell as she saw for the first time the man who has been taking care of her during her ordeal, and the one who fought and searched for her eyesight when she was ready to give up hope. He was the one who she leaned on and confided in when she needed. He knew how she felt inside when she would only appear happy and strong for her family and friends.

"Thank you doctor," Usagi murmured and closed her eyes against the tears. She couldn't cry now. She cried enough when she couldn't see, now that she could, she wouldn't waste her tears anymore. They were too precious. Thinking back, she couldn't believe how she could've cried at every tiny thing. She had grown so much over the past year. "How did you find a donor, doctor? I thought you said a month ago that there was a waiting list of more than a year for a cornea transplant."

The doctor smiled and patted her head kindly, he could see that she was holding back tears and handed her a tissue. "It's okay Usagi, cry if you want too. That's what I thought too, but a week ago I received a call about an unexpected donor who had the same blood type as you did, which is very rare, since you have one of the most unique gene sequences. So I just made a few calls to some old colleagues who owed me a few favors."

"You did all that work for me?" she whispered quietly and a solitary tear slid down her cheek. She knew how difficult it was to find a donor. People would rather give up a kidney or part of a liver than to give away the gift of sight. "I don't know what to say except for thank you." Indeed at that moment it felt like all the words in the whole world wasn't enough to express her gratitude. She had thought that her life was over the second the developer chemicals from the dark room of the photography club spilt into her eyes.

It seemed so long ago, and a whole different world altogether, when she had found the negatives of Mamoru during his modeling days. Couldn't resist her curiosity, she had pestered Peter to bring her into the black room and help her develop the negatives. It was her first time being in total darkness, even with the red light on, she backed against the wall, she felt safer with something solid behind her. The darkness made the little room so vast and she felt so insignificant.

It all happened in slow motion. She needed to move in order for Peter to get to the sink, she had bumped the tall shelf she was next too, and something heavy fell. She looked up in the hopes of catching it before it would hit the ground, eyes opened wide in the dark. Then the only thing she could feel was the burning pain in her eyes as if her eyes were on fire, and she could smell the bitter smell of the chemicals and taste it as it dripped into her mouth that were filled with her screams of pain. The last thing she saw was the burst of red behind her closed eye lids.

When she had finally woken up, tight bandages were wrapped around her head; covering her eyes. Her small hand was clutched tightly in larger ones. She didn't need to see to know that they were Mamo-chan's. She could hear his breathing next to her. That was when the doctor came to tell her of the news. The liquid that had spilt in her eyes was a chemical used in photography. It was a very strong base and unfortunately, her cornea had been almost completely damaged, and the only way for her to see again, was if there was a cornea donor, but since she had a rare body type, it was nearly impossible to find a donor let alone with the same type so her body wouldn't reject her transplanted organ.

"Usagi?"

The quiet inquiry made the blonde shake her head, clearing it of the old memories. It was no good drilling on the past. She had the whole future to look forward to. "Sorry doctor, I was thinking."

"That's okay. You're going to be released from the hospital today, but remember that you have to come for a check up every single day for a month. I still want to follow up on this case," the doctor continued flipping through his charts. "And remember, don't tax your eyes too much. Always wear a pair of sunglasses during the day, and don't do strenuous work such as reading, watching TV or the computer for too long. I'll prescribe an eye drop for you just in case your eyes gets irritated. If everything goes well for a month, then you can slowly get back to your old life style."

Usagi nodded, no she wouldn't be able to go back to that style. If anything, this whole year had taught her how stupid she had been, wasting her time playing video games and chasing boys.

"Okay, I think you're all cleared," The doctor smiled and held out his hand. "It has been a pleasure being your doctor Usagi-chan. If anything is wrong, don't hesitate to come to me. I think you're family is waiting outside for you. Don't forget to visit this old man sometime okay?"

He was answered by a tight hug from the young girl. "Thank you doctor, for everything." Usagi murmured quietly into the white lab coat, the bitter smell of the medicine somehow comforting. After living in the protection of the hospital for so long, a small fear was nagging at the back of her mind as she was finally released into the outside world again.

"Congratulations Usagi-chan!"

The bunny smiled as all of her friends cried out as she pushed open the front door. She blinked away the tears as she looked around the old familiar living room. It was good to be back. She let her gaze wonder over each of her friends, lingering on their faces, seeing for the first time all the details that she never noticed before, the color, the texture, the expression. Everyone was so different and unique; it took her near blinding experience to find out. "It's good to be home again guys." Usagi replied and bowed to everyone, the senshi, her friends from school, her relatives, and of course Mamo-chan.

Instantly the senshi rushed up and enveloped her in a group hug. Tears swelled in her eyes as she bathed in the warmth of their love. Her family watched with smiles on their faces and Ikuko wiped away her own tears of happiness. It just wasn't the same without Usagi's loud screeches everyday. Even Shingo stood with a sheepish smile on his face. As much as he hated to admit it, it was good to have his clumsy older sister back. And of course, Kenji was glaring daggers at a nervous looking Mamoru, who after hugging his girlfriend, quickly backed away when he felt the infamous 'glare of death' from the older man.

"Don't just stand here girls, go have a seat." Ikuko urged and pushed everyone away from the door. "I made all of your favorites Usagi."

"Thank you, Okaa-san. I've been so deprived eating hospital food everyday," the bunny laughed and held out her arm to demonstrate. "I'm as thin as a stick now."

"Don't worry, we'll fix that in no time," Makoto winked and quietly whispered in the blonde's ear.

"Just don't feed her into a piglet again, I don't think people will appreciate seeing a chubby Sailormoon," Rei teased, quiet enough so no one could hear except for the blond.

Usagi blew a raspberry at the dark haired girl. As much as she hated being teased, it was good to see that her friends were still treating her the same way, not like she was some kind of fragile glass that would break at every given second. God knew she was sick of that kind of treatment, there was nothing better than to be treated normally, it helped her to forget.

"As if, I'll never be as chubby as you are Rei-chan," the little blond bite back but couldn't help the grin that transformed her whole face.

"Bye Usagi-chan! Take care and we'll see you tomorrow at the shrine!" The senshi called out as they waved goodbye and left with the rest of the party. The blond smiled widely and stood waving until all of her friends were out of sight.

"Usagi-chan it's time for bed," Ikuko called out from the kitchen. For once, she enjoyed cleaning up, to see that the whole party put such a wide smile on her daughter's face, something that she thought she would never see again.

"But okaa-san it's only nine o'clock, can't I watch some TV before I sleep?" the bunny whined, she knew that it wasn't good for her eyes, and she had no desire to watch TV in the first place, but it just felt so nice to be able to whine and complain again, to feel normal again, that she just couldn't resist the temptation.

"No young lady. You know the doctor's orders. You just got out of the hospital today. You're lucky that we let you stay up this late. Now go take your medications and your eye drops and go to bed. Tomorrow you still have to meet the girls early, remember?"

"Hai, okaa-san," she pouted but obeyed the orders to go upstairs, she never thought that it would make her feel so warm to be nagged at again.

"Don't take too long in the bathroom odango!" Shingo called out as they heard the bathroom door shut upstairs followed by a muffled yell in mock anger. The three remaining family members shared a grin; it was good to have Usagi back again. The house never seemed to quiet and lifeless without her loud whining voice filling the spaces.

Blue eyes closed tiredly as Usagi rested against the door. She was glad that her family couldn't see her right now, leaning against the cool surface as she bit her lip in pain. A hand quickly covered her eyes that suddenly burned like they were on fire. It felt as if tiny roots were trying to pierce through her eyeballs from her new corneas, like weeds. Her mind was numb with the pain and all she could do was take deep breaths to calm herself. The doctor never warned her about this, was her body rejecting the foreign organ? But it never happened when she was in the hospital under surveillance.

Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she used her free hand to drag her unmoving body up until she was pressed shakily against the sink. Her mother left the eye drops next to the sink so that it would be easy for her to find in mornings and nights where she couldn't see as well. Quickly grabbing the bottle, she cursed as she sent a porcelain vase crashing down.

"Usagi-chan? Are you okay up there?"

The worried voice of Ikuko called up, and the blond cursed again as she heard the footsteps making their way up.

"Sorry, I accidentally knocked over a vase, it's been so long since I've been home that I forgot that it was there," Usagi giggled nervously. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up after I finish brushing my teeth."

"Do you need any help Usagi-chan?" The footsteps stopped but worry was still apparent in Ikuko's voice.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, I'm not hurt at all. You know how clumsy I am."

"Okay," her mother answered hesitantly. "Don't clean up the vase by yourself. I don't want you to cut yourself by accident since it's so dim in there. I'll clean it up later."

"Thanks okaa-san," Usagi sighed in relief as the footsteps slowly walked down the stairs again. She quickly opened the lid of the eye drops, hands shaking in pain. She forced her lids up with one hand and squeezed the precious drops into her itching eyes. The soothing coolness managed to calm the flames into a slow simmer, until slowly she could open her eyes again.

She almost cried out again when she saw her reflection. Both of her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, to the point where the white of her eyes were entirely red and as she blinked, drops of blood dripped down her cheek. Panic seized her and she grabbed the toilette paper and quickly dabbed at her cheeks, trying to wipe away as much of the blood as possible, but no matter how much she cleaned off, new drops followed from the red eyes until it soaked through all the tissue in her hand.

"Usagi! Are you okay in there? You've been in the bathroom for half an hour already!"

The blond jerked when the loud pounding on the door brought her to reality. She shook her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were back to normal; there were no signs of swelling or blood. She looked in confusion and moved closer until her nose was pressed against the cool surface, and she couldn't see anything except the clear blue and milky white, and there was no more pain either. It was as if nothing had happened.

"Sorry okaa-san, I'll be out in a minute, I had a stomachache!" She called out and finished brushing her teeth in hast. Taking one last look in the mirror, she grabbed the used toilette paper and opened the door before her family decided to blast the door open with their fists. And indeed when she opened the door, she saw her father with his trusty shotgun aimed at the bathroom door lock. She sweat dropped, what was wrong with her overprotective family?

"Goodnight everyone," the bunny said in a sing along voice before she closed the door of her bedroom. Her mad family members looked at each other. Maybe it was time to accept the fact that Usagi was perfectly fine now and that they didn't need to follow her everywhere.

Only in the safety of her own room did Usagi looked down at the soiled tissue she was clutching in her hands. The white paper was soaked with blood. She dropped the little ball of paper in shock and she had to cover her mouth with her hands to stop herself from screaming. How was it possible? There were no traces of blood from her eyes, but the paper was clearly stained. Quiet whimpers escaped from through her hands.

Usagi walked down the dark alleyway, looking about herself in confusion. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was hugging herself to sleep in the safety of her own bedroom. She winced in disgust when one of her pink furry slippers got soaked in a puddle of sewer water.

Long shadows moved across the walls and she shivered as a cool breeze brushed against her neck, causing all the little hair follicles to stand up. She rubbed her hands against her bare arms feeling the goose bumps that were caused just by the coolness. Her heartbeat sped up until she was sure that the whole world could hear how fast it was beating against her ribcage. She swallowed thickly when she heard voices; they were rough and thick, and the language was full of slang and swear words. Please let this be a nightmare, Usagi quietly prayed.

"Fuck this, I don't want to wait here any longer," one of the men said and Usagi hid behind a large garbage bin when the shadow grew larger in the staircase that opened to the alley she was in. "We're just waiting to be caught if we stay at this place. They are already half an hour late to the appointed time. They could be playing with us."

"Sit your ass down Ryuichi, the client is going to come. All we have to do is this one transaction. With the red dragon that we made, we'll make enough to last us a whole life time of luxury," the second man said with slightly more confidence that was driven by greed.

"But there has been rumors that lately all the dealings in Tokyo have been attacked by a group of private assassins... Weiss something," Ryuichi whispered, almost afraid as if the said assassins were going to appear from nowhere.

Weiss... the name sounded painfully familiar. A splitting headache erupted in her head and Usagi took in a sharp breath and clutched at her hair in pain. Weiss... suddenly blurry images of four men swam before her burning eyes. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would've drooled at how handsome they were. But right now, the headache was taking over her entire world. Weiss... a pang of hatred ran through her body, and images of a crumbling building and the sea. It was so cold in the salty water... and God probably laughed when he drowned. Usagi shook her head, he? Why did she just thought of herself as male?

"Weiss? That's nothing but an urban legend you idiot."

"Oh really?" The two men immediately stood up, guns loaded and pointed at the figure that blocked the dim light from their doorway.

"Who are you?" the man name Ryuichi demanded, voice shaking but the hand that held the gun was steady and sure.

"Will God cry if I kill these two?" a high giggle sent chills down the two men's back. From the voice it sounded as the stranger was nothing but a little girl, but the coldness of her tone and her words made the two men fear as they've never feared before.

The figure walked closer and they could see indeed that it was a young girl, probably still in high school, dressed in a pink tank top and pajama bottoms. One of her pink slipper was missing. The long blonde hair was thick and reached the pass her knees, but it was these that froze the two in their places. It was a pretty and innocent face, one that you would pass on the streets and think how good it was to see such a happy cheerful girl, but the eyes. The two shivered at the mad look in the unblinking eyes, so bright in the darkness that it was practically glowing, the red veins threaded through the white sclera and the pupils.

"Omi, are you sure the transaction is suppose to take place here?" Ken asked as the four assassins looked around the deserted alley.

"I'm pretty sure, the location that Manx gave us matches the location on the satellite map perfectly. I don't see why we can't find anything," the youngest member studied the folded map in his hand again just in case.

"A night wasted. I could be on a date right now if it weren't for this fruitless chase," Yohji put in and pulled out his cell phone, longingly looking at the call that he just missed from the new girl he met at the club the other night. She was a pretty little thing with long blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes. The type that understood him, she was the kind who wouldn't bitch about a one night fling. Even though she was a little on the young side, he'd make an exception once. Nina, Mina, Minako think her name was. "If we're sure that nothing is happening here, let's grab Aya and jet. We might be able to salvage what's left of the night after all."

"Hn."

The grunt from their leader crushed all of their hopes as the red head held something from his hand. Everyone looked in curiosity to see that it was a furry pink slipper, the kind that only teenage girls who were obsessed with Hello Kitty would wear. Yohji grinned. "Where did you get that Aya? From your girlfriend or your sister?"

The slipper hit him in the face.

"I found it in the basement where the transaction was supposed to have taken place," the red head answered and turned and lead the way. The rest of Weiss followed, with Yohji rubbing his sore nose and cursing their fearless leader under his breath, the pink slipper clutched forgotten in one hand.

"What the hell happened here?" Ken breathed in shock and Omi covered his nose against the strong coppery smell. Even so many years in this business didn't prepare him for this.

The walls of the little basement were drenched in blood until not a speck of the original dirty white color was visible. Two bodies were on the ground; the joint twisted until they no longer resembled human bodies but broken dolls. Every inch of their skin was shredded until it was no more than a pile of red mass that seemed to have exploded from the confinement of the taunt skin.

"H...her...her..." Omi almost screamed out in fear when of the heads turned a little and the lifeless mouth moved to form the single word. Even though the blood in the man's throat drowned most of the sound, it was still loud enough for the four assassins to hear. Turning as one towards the doorway, they caught a fleeting glace of a slim shadow quickly merging into the night followed by an innocent giggling voice.

"Damn it Crawford!" The German cursed when the door of his bedroom was slammed open and a smug American stepped in followed by their resident Chibi. "What the hell are you doing in my room at two o'clock in the morning? Can't you see a sick man trying to get rest here?"

"Get up Schuldig and meet us in the living room in five minutes," was the only thing Crawford said before he turned and left.

The pissed off telepath glared at the other man's back and turned to Nagi in question. The young boy shrugged his shoulders and walked out.

Schuldig sighed in frustration and flopped onto his back in bed again. Thing has changed so much after the last battle with Weiss, and not for the better either. The Chibi barely spoke now, and the stick was shoved even higher up Crawford's ass. Not to mention that they lost Farfarello. He thought that the crazy Irishman would be the last of them to die, seeing how he wasn't plagued by any of the demons that the others still had. As long as he could make God cry, he was as happy as a hen. As for himself, he had been bedridden for the better part of a month now, thanks to a broken knee when one of the pillars fell on him. The thing that pissed him off the most was that Weiss managed to escape unhurt, how was that possible when they didn't have any kind of power?

His head hurt from all the thinking. It had been a long time since he last saw Crawford this excited. He mentally tried to pry down the wall that was guarding the secret the American was guarding, but only to rebound against the solid gray mental walls of the older man, that only made his head ring even more.

"Damn that bastard." With that thought in mind, the German gingerly crawled out of bed testing his knee. He felt a little wobbly but that was only due to the lack of use of his muscles. His knee wouldn't give out anytime soon.

Walking and hopping at the same time, Schuldig tossed on his green bathrobe and joined his teammates outside. As he expected, Nagi was sitting calmly on the sofa staring at nothing, but Crawford was pacing around the room impatiently like a caged tiger, which in his opinion was scarier than an atomic bomb waiting to go off.

"I'm here, now let's get to the point so I can go back to bed," Schuldig said and let himself drop beside Nagi on the black leather sofa. It was a good thing that they got paid very well, or else they wouldn't have been able to keep up their life of luxury after Estet went down.

The glare of the skylights prevented the other two Schwarz members from seeing the tense excitement that was poorly concealed in the American's eyes. "I just had a vision."

Schuldig snorted, he got woken up in the middle of the night just to hear Brad's crazy rambling again. This reminded him of the days when they were training, when the American would wake him up every time he had a vision about how they would be free from the tight leash Estet had on them.

The leader of Schwarz glared at his orange haired coworker but chose to ignore the rude sound. "Contrary to what we believed, Farfarello is still alive. I just had a vision of him earlier tonight killing two drug dealers here in Tokyo."

"But how is that possible? Schuldig scanned almost the entire Tokyo city and didn't find any trace of him," Nagi spoke for the first time. "It's impossible for someone to come back from the dead you know." The young man murmured.

Schuldig laughed. "Well it's quite impossible for someone to move something with just a thought isn't it? Who knows, maybe he charmed the Devil so much that he was released from Hell so that he could make God cry even more," He took out one of his cigarettes and despite the dirty look given to him by his two teammates, lit it anyways. "I was half dead myself back then, it's quite possible that I might have missed a few brainwaves here and there."

The room was suddenly quiet as the words slowly sank in.

"Where is he now?" Nagi asked. Even though he had no particular feelings for the Irish madman, he had to admit that the group couldn't function normally without him. They have been together for so long, either for good or bad, that when he wasn't there; it was like there was a huge chunk missing.

"In my vision, it was one of the alleyways in Tokyo, I think he must have left some clues behind him when he left. Farfarello isn't the kind to clean after himself, he wants everyone to see and God to hurt," Crawford frowned. He left out the part about the strange girl he saw who committed the actual killings. He knew that it was Farfarello's handiwork, but why he saw a girl instead of the Irishman was a mystery...

"Schuldig, go back to bed and from tomorrow, start looking around the city try to see if you can pick up anything. When we get Farfarello back again, Weiss is going to pay."

"Aye Aye Captain," The telepath grinned wolfishly.

The shrill sound of the alarm clock made Usagi sit up in her bed covered in a cold sweat. She just had the most horrific nightmare. She dreamt that she was alone in an alleyway when she heard two men talking. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what they were talking about that made her so mad. But she remembered picking up the ax that leaned against the wall of the basement and... She shivered violently and her hand automatically moved to brush away the sweat soaked bangs from her eyes.

A thick coppery smell drifted to her nostrils.

Lifting her hands into the morning light, her breath stopped inside her lungs as she looked at her hands, both of them were caked in a thick layer of dried blood. Looking down, her pajamas were also soaked in the loathing color. It... it was a dream... right? The question repeated in her head. She couldn't have killed those two men... right? But how could she the fact that she was drenched in blood?

"Usagi-chan, wake up! It's nine o'clock already," Ikuko called from downstairs and the bunny could smell pancakes and sausages. Normally she would dash down the stairs like mad at the delicious smell. But this morning, she quickly and violently stripped off her pajamas and threw them into the trash. Looking into the hall to check that both her father and brother were downstairs, she quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door.

Inside the shower, she watched as the crusty brown flakes slowly being washed away and drained. She covered her face with her hands, now clean. But no matter how spotless they were, she could still smell the thick coppery scent.

"Manx," Aya nodded in greeting as the woman stepped into the flower shop.

"Aya," she nodded back in and without being told, the silent florist walked down to the basement where he waited for the rest of his teammates patiently.

"Sorry girls, we're closed for today," Omi smiled at the girls that were left in the flower shop. It was Friday afternoon, and for once it wasn't flooded with high school girls. It was probably due to the fact that there was a big sale at Vivian Brown. The few that were still here pouted but let themselves out without too much whining.

"New mission Manx?" Ken asked as he locked up the door and pulled down the metal bars.

"Yes and some information regarding that cancelled mission last night." The red head said as the three men looked at each other. "Let's go downstairs; Aya is waiting for us already."

The red head was looking at a photo when the got there. His expression was neutral as he gazed at the blonde hair and blue eyes of a girl who was around the same age as his sister.

"This is the owner of the slipper you found last night. Because of her unique genetic blue print Kritiker has been able to hack into the birth records of the Tokyo hospitals and match up the sample we have from the slipper to the their files. Her name is Tsukino Usagi, seventeen years old who just recently got out of the hospital after a year from a chemical spill that made her blind. A month ago, they finally found a cornea donor and the transplant was successful and Tsukino is now released from the hospital." Manx read from the report.

"She doesn't sound or look like the murder type," Yohji picked up the picture and whistled. "And one more year and she'll be over my age limit."

"Pervert," Ken murmured but lucky for him the playboy was too busy studying the clear blue eyes to notice anything else. "So she's going to be our next target?" He didn't know about the others, but personally, he didn't feel very comfortable hunting down such a young and innocent looking girl. Why she was only Omi's age.

"No, Kritiker wants you to find out why she committed those murders and if you are able to, capture alive."

"Alive?" Aya narrowed his eyes, this was the first time they've been given orders to spare the life of their victims. What could be so special about this girl?

"Yes alive," Manx nodded but didn't offer any other information. "That's all for today boys."

As she got into her car the red head woman sighed tiredly. Aya noticed. He might not know the exact details regarding the girl, but his intuition was telling him that Kritiker wanted Tsukino Usagi for more reasons than just the murders alone. Her DNA tests....

AN: I actually posted this part earlier, but took it off because I figured might as well finish the story since there's only two parts. So now that I'm all done, here you are Read and review please