Well, this is my first new story in a long time. I wasn't sure where to put it, so here it is in Saiyuki and there's a teaser inWeiss Kruez. I do hope you like it. Please review. I like them. In fact I love them, and I want many. Is that too much to ask for. Maybe…Anywho. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: Um, I've got something witty to say, it's on the tip of my tongue, but it's not coming out. You see, how can own two great stories when I can't even come up with a witty disclaiming oneliner. Poo. (If you didn't catch that, I don't own, not claiming ownership, and I won't be claiming it in the future. Don't sue.)

Dead Man Crying

Chapter 1

Don't Lean on Me

A moan, slight brush of skin. A feather light touch. Putty! Batting eyelashes, pulling them out on the dance floor, a mind blowing kiss, sex to the music. Their lives drip into your hands. And oh what capable hands. She was good at what she did. She knew quite well how to seduce a man out of his life. Enchant him then lead him away into her web. Calling her a black widow would only anger her though, she wasn't so cliché in her approach. No, her dealings were more or less in the praying mantis type realm. Use 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out. And now she had found the perfect prey. It was so easy to lead all the others to her "car" taking the back door for privacy. One more kiss and she could slide her fingers into the back of their neck, snapping their spinal cord before they even feel the pain. And with minimal waste of blood. She knew her job well, and now, she had one more to go to complete it.

He had said it would end tonight. After this it would all be over. No more would she continue this way. She was almost sad for it. But the fix was worth it. Just one more kill, it would make everything alright. This time it had to be perfect though. That's why , as she brought the red head to the dance floor she knew he would be her last kill. She smiled, with silent mystery, beckoning him to follow her as she left the floor for somewhere more…secluded. And like the dog he was, he followed. As if her eyes were a leash he never strayed from them. She examined his violet hues, not finding any hint of fear. He must have fallen harder then she had thought, though, if she saw correctly, there was no lust either. Still, there had to be something. Every dying person realized it, if only on a subconscious level.

She was forced to stand on her toes as he was quite taller then her. But still she leaned up to kiss him, placing a hand behind his neck to pull him closer. Placing it in position. But she hadn't expected him to be such a good kisser. Perhaps a moment longer wouldn't kill her. She felt his hand enter her golden blonde hair and she took the time to begin her last kill. All she'd have to do is-

"Uhhg!" She cried out in a snarl as she was torn away from him. He had pulled her hair to throw her off of him. She hit the wall on the other side of the alley, and her knees buckled from the force. She tried to stand but found her heart beating too fast. She looked up, and it wasn't until she looked into deep, narrowed amethyst that she realized she had the wrong man. Yet, she had known that they would come for her one day. She had began her killing hoping to come face to face with the one who would end her. Now she wasn't angry or scared, as there he was. Standing with the self-assured stance of one who could take life without a glance back. She would meet her perfect end tonight, although it seemed a little early. She had finally killed enough to finished by them. Finally, it was her hero. It was Weiss.

II I

Sun golden hair fell into violet eyes, which were quite unaware as to their closed state. Small reading glasses slid down to the edge of a pointed nose that mere seconds ago had been deeply stuffed in a dusty old book full of religious text. It was obvious by the dishelmed state of the blonde, that he had been studying without rest for as long as he could and that he had reached his peak. But rest was short coming for the worldly priest, as roommate, and former roommates entered his home office, effectively waking him with the useless banter that could only come from the three of them.

He looked up, glaring darkly at all three of them, reveling in the thought that one day he would kill them all and not care about the consequences.

"C'mon, can we eat now? You promised!" The wine was unmistakably Goku, the youngest of the tiresome trio and his current roommate, although why he took in the human vacuum he still wasn't sure. The brown haired youth continued to complain in a manner that made him want to pull at his blond locks, yet also make sure the kid had everything he needed to make him stop. "It's been an hour! C'mon guys."

The red head, Gojyo, an old roommate recently moved (thank goodness), growled in annoyance. "Shut up you stupid monkey. I told you already, until you have money to buy food then you wait like a good little chibi saru."

"Don't call me a monkey!" Goku retorted angrily.

"Now you two, are you really solving anything by yelling at each other." Interrupted the good natured (secretly evil) black haired roommate, long removed, known as Cho Hakkai. "Goku it's only been five minutes since we said we'd get something to eat, I' sure that you won't die from another ten minutes' wait. And if you do I'm sure they'll feed you in heaven." He said in a calm manner, a placid smile on his handsome features.

"That's assuming he's going there." Gojyo retorted.

"Shut up, stupid kappa." Goku glowered.

"Stop callin' me that will ya." Gojyo groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"Then stop callin' me a monkey." Gojyo raised an eyebrow. "I didn't call you a monkey." He teased. Goku frowned then retorted, "Not that time."

"Ooh, faster on the uptake that time, ne." Gojyo couldn't help but poke fun. "Come on you two, that's enough." Hakkai broke in. "Leave Goku alone, Gojyo. You know that he doesn't think well on an empty stomach."

"Hakkai!" Goku exclaimed. Gojyo burst out laughing and Goku kicked him sourly. "I'm sorry Goku, I didn't mean that the way it sounded." Hakkai apologized not sounding too apologetic.

"What other way did you mean it, Hakkai?" Gojyo said in between guffaws.

"Sanzo-" Goku began, but his sentence was cut off as a bullet whizzed past all three of them and embedded itself into the wall.

"I don't remember inviting any of you in here." Genjyo Sanzo stated, still aiming his gun at the three of them, as if he still had intent to use it. Which he probably did.