Weiß: Just Another Day
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss. I don't pretend too. If you wanna sue me, go ahead. You won't get much. Just some pocket lint and perhaps a few hard candies. I just use the characters for my, and everybody else's, enjoyment. I also cosplay Yotan, but that's another story.
Spoilers: Umm…well…quite a few, a little later on, maybe. In the beginning I don't believe there are any.
Pairings: Y/A K/O S/B and absolutely no, and I mean NO, RanKen!
Authors Note: Umm…I really don't have anything to put here. I just thought it would make it specialer if I did! ^_^;;
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"Kuso!" an all too familiar voice broke radio silence. "Guys…I can't get to him it's…" the voice cut off and the line went dead.
The two men looked up, then at each other. They nodded. "We'd better go…" a soft, yet brisk, voice acknowledged. The other simply nodded.
They stepped out of the car simultaneously, moonlight shining dully off of crimson, blonde, and quite a formidable amount of black. They made their way towards the office building silhouetted by the full moon.
***
//Siberian…perhaps it's finally game over…// he thought to himself as his buknuks sank into another guards' midsection. He withdrew them as the guard slumped lifelessly to the floor. He stood up and looked around cautiously.
//Good nobody else is around.// he ran down the hall and rounded the corner. The next thing he knew he was sitting on the floor, the back of his head hurt, and his nose was bleeding. He looked up to a guard smirking down at him the stock end of his assault rifle bloodied. It took him a few minutes to realize that there was more than one guard.
//Oh wonderful, a nice, large circle of guards. At least two people deep. Yea, I'd say you're definitely done for. Why the hell did you even try Siberian?// Ken stood up again using the wall for support as he looked around, watching carefully to see who would make the first move.
//Why did I come in here anyway?// he asked in his head. This caused him to stop watching the guards just for a split second. They took it as fear, and took the opportunity to start rushing him. He had managed to kill three by the time they beat him to the floor.
"STOP!" came an unrecognizable voice over the tops of the guards heads. They looked around confused. "This wee Weiss kitten is mine now." It spoke again, having a slight Irish accent to it. Ken looked around wildly for the source of the voice as the guards backed off.
"Are ye scared yet, kitten?" Ken spun around. Each time the voice spoke it came from somewhere different. "You are looking a wee bit terrified." His head snapped to the right.
//Damn! Whoever it is moves too fast.//
"Come now kitten. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt ye. Too much…"
Ken whirled around, crashing into something. He stumbled backwards a few steps and then brought his eyes up to an all too familiar face.
"Boo…" was the lilting tease from the smirking face.
"Farfarello…" was the only thing Ken could manage. He backed away slowly, only to be shoved forward none too gently. He stumbled and started to fall. He shut his eyes and put his hands out to catch himself only to be jerked roughly up by the front of his shirt.
"What are ye afraid of." Farfarello locked his golden, one eyed gaze on Ken. "Are ye afraid of something kitten?" Farfarello's face broke into a grin. That was enough for Ken. The one-eyed, grinning maniac thing threw him over the edge. He clenched his fists, releasing his buknuks, and planted them inside of Farfarello. One in his midsection, the other in the arm that was holding Ken. Farfarello looked at him with that same sardonic smile.
"Well would ye look at that. It's a kitten scratch…" he licked the blood from the open wound as the guards smiled and laughed at Ken's expense. He tightened his hold and lifted Ken off of his feet.
"So ye wish to play, eh?" he took a step and threw Ken with little effort.
"Very well then, we can play."
Ken landed hard with a dull thud and a distinctive crack. Instantly searing pain shot up and down his entire left side. He didn't cry out in pain, but clenched his teeth as his eyes watered. After a few failed attempts at standing he finally managed it with the help of his right arm and the wall. He glared daggers at Farfarello, who didn't really seem to care, as he stood there with the same sadistic smile he'd had on all along.
"Well I'll be damned. The Weiss Kitten has balls! Ye should've stayed on the ground though." Farfarello pulled out a knife from what looked like nowhere.
"I'll use this on ye instead of my usual. When you take into consideration the fact that it won't take much more trouble than this."
"I wouldn't bet on that, you bastard." Ken's defiant words were forced through clenched teeth.
"No? Well I do, and that's really all that needs to be said." Farfarello finished as he launched himself into the air. Ken sidestepped and brought his right arm up buknuks extended ready for the kill. Farfarello twisted in mid-strike and avoided the buknuks entirely while he sliced Ken's arm open neatly from elbow to shoulder. This time Ken couldn't help but scream.
"Oh now that t'is a sweet sound to hear…" Farfarello muttered, his single golden eye shining with an euphoric light. He moved again lightning quick and watched as Ken slid helpless to the floor with a severed hamstring. He licked the blood from the knife, savoring the coppery taste of it.
Ken looked up from the floor, the last image burned into his mind before he went unconscious was that of Farfarello licking his own blood from the knife.
"And so, the second of the mighty four towers falls. It really is a pity, I thought for sure he'd put up a better fight than that. Farfarello turned on his heel and walked away. Every other step leaving a small pool of blood, where the blood from the wound in his stomach had run down his leg. He didn't notice it, or didn't care if he did. He looked over his shoulder to one of the guards. "Take him and put him with the other one."
~Owari, (for now)
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss. I don't pretend too. If you wanna sue me, go ahead. You won't get much. Just some pocket lint and perhaps a few hard candies. I just use the characters for my, and everybody else's, enjoyment. I also cosplay Yotan, but that's another story.
Spoilers: Umm…well…quite a few, a little later on, maybe. In the beginning I don't believe there are any.
Pairings: Y/A K/O S/B and absolutely no, and I mean NO, RanKen!
Authors Note: Umm…I really don't have anything to put here. I just thought it would make it specialer if I did! ^_^;;
******
"Kuso!" an all too familiar voice broke radio silence. "Guys…I can't get to him it's…" the voice cut off and the line went dead.
The two men looked up, then at each other. They nodded. "We'd better go…" a soft, yet brisk, voice acknowledged. The other simply nodded.
They stepped out of the car simultaneously, moonlight shining dully off of crimson, blonde, and quite a formidable amount of black. They made their way towards the office building silhouetted by the full moon.
***
//Siberian…perhaps it's finally game over…// he thought to himself as his buknuks sank into another guards' midsection. He withdrew them as the guard slumped lifelessly to the floor. He stood up and looked around cautiously.
//Good nobody else is around.// he ran down the hall and rounded the corner. The next thing he knew he was sitting on the floor, the back of his head hurt, and his nose was bleeding. He looked up to a guard smirking down at him the stock end of his assault rifle bloodied. It took him a few minutes to realize that there was more than one guard.
//Oh wonderful, a nice, large circle of guards. At least two people deep. Yea, I'd say you're definitely done for. Why the hell did you even try Siberian?// Ken stood up again using the wall for support as he looked around, watching carefully to see who would make the first move.
//Why did I come in here anyway?// he asked in his head. This caused him to stop watching the guards just for a split second. They took it as fear, and took the opportunity to start rushing him. He had managed to kill three by the time they beat him to the floor.
"STOP!" came an unrecognizable voice over the tops of the guards heads. They looked around confused. "This wee Weiss kitten is mine now." It spoke again, having a slight Irish accent to it. Ken looked around wildly for the source of the voice as the guards backed off.
"Are ye scared yet, kitten?" Ken spun around. Each time the voice spoke it came from somewhere different. "You are looking a wee bit terrified." His head snapped to the right.
//Damn! Whoever it is moves too fast.//
"Come now kitten. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt ye. Too much…"
Ken whirled around, crashing into something. He stumbled backwards a few steps and then brought his eyes up to an all too familiar face.
"Boo…" was the lilting tease from the smirking face.
"Farfarello…" was the only thing Ken could manage. He backed away slowly, only to be shoved forward none too gently. He stumbled and started to fall. He shut his eyes and put his hands out to catch himself only to be jerked roughly up by the front of his shirt.
"What are ye afraid of." Farfarello locked his golden, one eyed gaze on Ken. "Are ye afraid of something kitten?" Farfarello's face broke into a grin. That was enough for Ken. The one-eyed, grinning maniac thing threw him over the edge. He clenched his fists, releasing his buknuks, and planted them inside of Farfarello. One in his midsection, the other in the arm that was holding Ken. Farfarello looked at him with that same sardonic smile.
"Well would ye look at that. It's a kitten scratch…" he licked the blood from the open wound as the guards smiled and laughed at Ken's expense. He tightened his hold and lifted Ken off of his feet.
"So ye wish to play, eh?" he took a step and threw Ken with little effort.
"Very well then, we can play."
Ken landed hard with a dull thud and a distinctive crack. Instantly searing pain shot up and down his entire left side. He didn't cry out in pain, but clenched his teeth as his eyes watered. After a few failed attempts at standing he finally managed it with the help of his right arm and the wall. He glared daggers at Farfarello, who didn't really seem to care, as he stood there with the same sadistic smile he'd had on all along.
"Well I'll be damned. The Weiss Kitten has balls! Ye should've stayed on the ground though." Farfarello pulled out a knife from what looked like nowhere.
"I'll use this on ye instead of my usual. When you take into consideration the fact that it won't take much more trouble than this."
"I wouldn't bet on that, you bastard." Ken's defiant words were forced through clenched teeth.
"No? Well I do, and that's really all that needs to be said." Farfarello finished as he launched himself into the air. Ken sidestepped and brought his right arm up buknuks extended ready for the kill. Farfarello twisted in mid-strike and avoided the buknuks entirely while he sliced Ken's arm open neatly from elbow to shoulder. This time Ken couldn't help but scream.
"Oh now that t'is a sweet sound to hear…" Farfarello muttered, his single golden eye shining with an euphoric light. He moved again lightning quick and watched as Ken slid helpless to the floor with a severed hamstring. He licked the blood from the knife, savoring the coppery taste of it.
Ken looked up from the floor, the last image burned into his mind before he went unconscious was that of Farfarello licking his own blood from the knife.
"And so, the second of the mighty four towers falls. It really is a pity, I thought for sure he'd put up a better fight than that. Farfarello turned on his heel and walked away. Every other step leaving a small pool of blood, where the blood from the wound in his stomach had run down his leg. He didn't notice it, or didn't care if he did. He looked over his shoulder to one of the guards. "Take him and put him with the other one."
~Owari, (for now)