Travel to Paradise
Disclaimers: Don't own Weiss Kreuz, even though I pray to God that I do...Sigh...
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, which in English means, male/male relationships. Don't read if you oppose.
GA: Ok, I'm officially insane for making another ficcy with out finishing my present one. =) basically, this fic is a murder mystery/horror/suspense story since I wanted to try my hand in it. Forgive me if I make a flop of this one since this is my first time to try mystery plots. =)
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The stumbling figure clutched desperately at the nonmoving body that hung from his shoulders. Focusing blurred vision, wiping away the rain pouring down hard unto his face, along with the wind thrashing against his tired body, the form struggled to control his erratic breathing. He tried to steady himself, and the corpse, as he walked along the wet floor, all the while trying to reach his destination in a hurry. He had to get rid of the body as soon as possible. If anybody found out that he had murdered for vengeance, he would never be forgiven for this hideous crime.
Forcing his worn out body to the edge where the water splashed with fury against the rocks below, the figure stood motionless for a few minutes trying to contemplate if his actions were reasonable. He had to do this. Finally deciding that this was the only way, he took in a deep breath, and gathering all his strength, threw the limp body into the raging ocean. Never again to be able see the glorious light of day.
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Omi rushed out of the S.S. Saints as he tried to suppress his excitement of this mission. He and Aya would spend around five to six weeks in an island owned by a multimillionaire who was known as an international drug lord. The island that they are currently on was being used as an import and export point of the ships that held the drugs because of its convenient position between Japan and the rest of Asia, thus minimizing the chances of getting caught by the authorities. The mission was for them to observe the jobs done on the island and kill the man by the end of the five weeks. They couldn't just rush in and do what they do best because they also needed to catch the men he made deals with in order to stop the organization dead in its tracks. Unfortunately, since this was an island that was invitation only, they had to knock out the son of a client that was to arrive on the island as a VIP, since the age description matches Aya's perfectly. The invitation only admitted two people into the island, subsequently only he and Aya were chosen for the mission. Yoji and Ken protested at the idea of being left to hold down the fort back at the Koneko no Sumu Ie while Aya and Omi were allowed to have a few weeks of rest as they stayed at the island. But Aya quickly countered, stating that the mission called for a hacker so Omi was officially in. And he also presented that neither of them could act as a convincing client even if their lives depended on it. He left the room to pack without looking back at the faces of his clearly angry teammates for the smug comment.
Omi was now standing at the dock, waiting for the redhead to come down as well. They had a lot to take care of before they eventually met the drug dealer and the first thing on the agenda was to check the security of the island. Whether the man had one bodyguard or a thousand would determine the success of their mission. Though, as Omi thought of their mission in greater detail, he couldn't suppress the uneasy feeling that refused to leave him alone. Something was definitely wrong about this place, he just knew it!
Aya soon immerged from the ship and stood beside Omi when suddenly a woman in her near thirties approached them. A woman who had long light hazel brown hair and stern and narrow chocolate eyes behind thin glasses stared at them disapprovingly as she held out her hand in a forced welcome gesture.
"Welcome to Shigin Island." She said with her voice dripping venom as Aya shook the hand offered. "My name is Sakura Shigin, daughter and secretary of Akuro Shigin. You must be the client, Hajime Shu correct?"
"Yes. It is an honor for Mr. Shigin to invite one such as me." Aya said as he focused on acting his part properly. As long as he had the people here convinced, everything would run according to plan. "This is my personal assistant, Morabe Setsu." he said as he pointed to Omi who in turn, gave a curt nod to the lady.
"Yes, well," the light haired woman said as she retracted her hand. "Follow me. Don't worry about your luggage." She said as Omi reached for the suitcases beside him. "The attendants will take care of them. Come, Mr. Shigin is waiting." Leading them a few steps out of the dock, a sleek black limousine was awaiting for them. A man dressed in a black suit held the door open for them with a hand gesturing them to enter. Sakura allowed Aya and Omi to enter first before entering herself. The door closed behind them and after a few moments, the car started to move. With Omi sitting near the window and the farthest away from the woman, he silently took mental notes of the surroundings of the island. He also made sure to come back later that night and plant some cameras behind the bushes and trees.
After a few more silent moments in the car, it slowly came to a halt in front of a large mansion which was located near the cape's end. It was surrounded by numerous trees which are rare only to that part of the world. With the mansion overlooking the sea, it was both captivating and unnerving that a man would spend so much money to protect his investment from prying authorities.
As both of the Weiss assassins in disguise stepped out of the black vehicle, they were suddenly greeted by a man in his mid-fifties, strong of build and had a certain aura of wisdom surrounding him. As Aya stared at the man longer, he was suddenly reminded of Reiji Takatori when he had threatened the whole of Japan with his rise to power. He narrowed amethyst eyes as he remembered the trial the son of a bitch had let Weiss go through. Though Akuro Shigin seemed to be a better man than Takatori in minor aspects, it does not change the fact that within a few weeks, Aya would be running his blade through him and the whole company.
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Hajime." He acknowledged in a solid baritone voice as they both shook hands in greeting. "I see that you are able to arrive safely. I hope that you did not meet any inconvenience on the way."
"None at all Mr. Shigin in fact, I was quite impressed by the service of your crew on the S.S. Saints. It was certainly an experience worth remembering."
"Yes, well, many of my other clients have commented on the wonderful service my men provide on the way over." He started to say with a proud expression on his face. "But enough about your trip, you must be tired on your way here. Why don't you and your companion get settled into your rooms first and then you can join me and the others for lunch before we start the auction."
"That would be a wonderful idea Mr. Shigin." Aya said as he welcomed the thought of a nice soft bed. He wasn't able to get a peaceful night's sleep last night because of the constant motion of the ship against the tide. As much as the service was good on the ship, it provided little comfort when lying down on a constantly moving mattress.
"Please Hajime, call me Akuro. We need not be so formal on my island." A smile which was a cross between a devilish one and a sincere one graced the old man's lips as he stressed on the fact that it was *his* island. "My attendants will show you your rooms."
"Thank you Akuro, we cannot thank you enough for your hospitality." The young katana wielder said, now using the older man's name in addressing him. Another man, different from the one that held the door for them in the car who also wore a black suit approached them and gestured them to follow him as he led them to their rooms.
The halls leading to their rooms were as grand as the outside of the mansion. With the ceilings hanging very high above their heads and the walls adorned with different life-sized paintings, it gave a sort of eerie and haunting feeling about this place. As if they would suddenly come to life and attack whoever dared to walk these corridors alone at night. They climbed a huge stair case which held an intricate design on its railings. Each hand carved and furnished to the extent that it created an old Victorian style. Finally reaching a huge and extravagant doorway, the man turned the knobs of the two wooden doors that proved as its entryway and pushed forward, revealing to the two assassins their rooms for the next month and a half. It was as beautiful as the mansion, but with out the creepiness that they felt when they first entered. The windows were open to allow the cool summer winds into the room. The soft breeze playing against the satin curtains of the room, as Aya scanned around for other significant things. A balcony lay outside of the tall windows overlooking the sea. A huge four poster king sized bed was at the center and an enormous dresser just adjacent to it. A door to the left led to the shared bathroom that he and Omi would be sharing and after the bathroom was the younger assassin's room which was styled just like his. The attendant, after showing them where he placed their belongings, took a low bow and left the room, closing the doors behind him. Aya and Omi looked at each other for a few seconds before moving in their trained grace and speed as they looked for any wires or bugs that they might have placed to keep them in check. As they combed the whole two rooms and the bathrooms, Omi sat on his bed as he looked up at Aya who stood beside him, still eying the room with his usual skepticism.
"There are none, Aya. We've looked through the whole three rooms five times." Omi said as he ran a hand through the silken fabrics of his bed.
"I know Omi, but I still can't shake the feeling of being watched. . ."
"Okay Aya." Omi said with a sigh as he forced himself off the comfortable bed, "We'll try one more time." His understanding smile curving on his lips. He was supposed to make his way towards the adjoining bathroom when a sudden force slammed him back into the bed, keeping him there. Aya whirled around to face the younger Weiss, looking down at the struggling figure. "Aya," the crossbow assassin started in a terrified tone. "I can't move."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." A voice slowly whispered into the redhead's ear. He suddenly found himself unable to move as well by just the simple placing of a hand on his shoulder. "You should know by now that we don't need bugs and wires when we can just peak into a person's mind." the familiar nasal accent spoken in smooth Japanese.
"Mastermind. . ."Aya hissed through bared teeth. The man was mere inches away from him and he couldn't even punch him. Just then a realization hit him. If the German was here, then. . .
"You need not worry too much Fujimiya." The older assassin said with a chuckle. "Only Prodigy and I are here. Apparently, Oracle said that only two are coming on this island, so why waste the expenses? It only takes one member of Schwartz to take out Weiss entirely but Braddy wanted to be sure that's why he sent the two of us. I never thought that it would be *you* coming to a place like this." The emphasis on the word 'you' was breathed into the smaller man's ear that it made clear to Aya what the telepath's intentions were. "This makes it all the more fun, ne Nagi?" He looked over his shoulder to see the chocolate-brown haired telekinetic standing near the bed gazing down at the immobile figure on it. Turning dark blue eyes to his teammate, he narrowed them in disapproval of Schuldich's attitude on the topic at hand.
"Aww, c'mon Nagi, you're not going to start acting like Brad are you?"
"Now I know why Crawford asked me to come with you." The sentence spoken in his usual soft and cool tone. "To keep you out of trouble."
Blinking jade green eyes, he produced a grin and released the katana master, allowing himself to sit at the edge of the bed. "You know, you should stop hanging around Brad. His 'Stick-up-my-ass' attitude is rubbing off on you." Nagi's only reply was a stern look of warning before turning his back to the red-haired German.
Schuldich then returned his gaze to the sword master in front of him. "You must be wondering why we're here, ne? Well, I'll tell you." He stood up again and reached out a hand that encircled the younger assassin's waist, bringing them closer together. That earned him a low growl from the Weiss. "You know the guy you're assigned to kill?" he whispered into Aya's ear. "Well, we're his bodyguards, which mean we will stop you if you try anything against him." Schuldich pulled back just in time to see the shocked expression of the kitten in his arms. "But don't worry just yet." He continued with a chuckle. "We'll let you have your fun with the old guy after we get what we need from him."
"Oh?" Aya said in a surprised tone "How can we trust you with that?"
"Well, we have no need for a man after we've gotten what we needed from him. Like that bastard Takatori." The name made Aya scowl at the German but nothing more. "So, do we have a deal?" Schuldich asked as he offered a hand. Aya eyed it for a few moments before outstretching his own to shake. "Deal." He said as Nagi released his hold on Omi, who sat up on the bed observing the two older men's agreement.
"Ikouyo," the German said as he flipped his hair back. "I'm sure *Akuro*-san is waiting for his guests." The name of their employer said with distaste. Suddenly, as they were about to leave the room, a manservant burst in, panting as he tried to compose himself.
// He seems like he was in a hurry. // Nagi said to Schuldich through telepathy.
//Either that or he ran all the way from the ground floor up. You saw those stairs. Complete massacre, man. //
"Mr. Schuldich, Mr. Nagi, Mr. Morabe, and Mr. Hajime, the master requests your immediate presence in the dining hall." The man said after he had straightened himself out.
"Ch', why? Mr. Shigin need a little pampering?" the German asked with a mean smirk.
"No sir." The manservant said in a soft tone of voice before continuing. "The stable boy was walking along the beach this morning when he saw something floating along the surface. At first he thought that it was just an old piece of wood, but when he went closer, he realized who it was."
"Well, who was it then?" Nagi asked, impatient for the answer. He had noticed that Schuldich had balled both fists at his side and refused to look at the servant or answer him through telepathy.
"Ms. Yuriko, sir. She's dead."
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Well? What do you guys think? Is it a good start or what? Please review so I know if it's good or whatever. =) thanks. =)
-Gunning Angel-
Disclaimers: Don't own Weiss Kreuz, even though I pray to God that I do...Sigh...
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, which in English means, male/male relationships. Don't read if you oppose.
GA: Ok, I'm officially insane for making another ficcy with out finishing my present one. =) basically, this fic is a murder mystery/horror/suspense story since I wanted to try my hand in it. Forgive me if I make a flop of this one since this is my first time to try mystery plots. =)
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The stumbling figure clutched desperately at the nonmoving body that hung from his shoulders. Focusing blurred vision, wiping away the rain pouring down hard unto his face, along with the wind thrashing against his tired body, the form struggled to control his erratic breathing. He tried to steady himself, and the corpse, as he walked along the wet floor, all the while trying to reach his destination in a hurry. He had to get rid of the body as soon as possible. If anybody found out that he had murdered for vengeance, he would never be forgiven for this hideous crime.
Forcing his worn out body to the edge where the water splashed with fury against the rocks below, the figure stood motionless for a few minutes trying to contemplate if his actions were reasonable. He had to do this. Finally deciding that this was the only way, he took in a deep breath, and gathering all his strength, threw the limp body into the raging ocean. Never again to be able see the glorious light of day.
--
Omi rushed out of the S.S. Saints as he tried to suppress his excitement of this mission. He and Aya would spend around five to six weeks in an island owned by a multimillionaire who was known as an international drug lord. The island that they are currently on was being used as an import and export point of the ships that held the drugs because of its convenient position between Japan and the rest of Asia, thus minimizing the chances of getting caught by the authorities. The mission was for them to observe the jobs done on the island and kill the man by the end of the five weeks. They couldn't just rush in and do what they do best because they also needed to catch the men he made deals with in order to stop the organization dead in its tracks. Unfortunately, since this was an island that was invitation only, they had to knock out the son of a client that was to arrive on the island as a VIP, since the age description matches Aya's perfectly. The invitation only admitted two people into the island, subsequently only he and Aya were chosen for the mission. Yoji and Ken protested at the idea of being left to hold down the fort back at the Koneko no Sumu Ie while Aya and Omi were allowed to have a few weeks of rest as they stayed at the island. But Aya quickly countered, stating that the mission called for a hacker so Omi was officially in. And he also presented that neither of them could act as a convincing client even if their lives depended on it. He left the room to pack without looking back at the faces of his clearly angry teammates for the smug comment.
Omi was now standing at the dock, waiting for the redhead to come down as well. They had a lot to take care of before they eventually met the drug dealer and the first thing on the agenda was to check the security of the island. Whether the man had one bodyguard or a thousand would determine the success of their mission. Though, as Omi thought of their mission in greater detail, he couldn't suppress the uneasy feeling that refused to leave him alone. Something was definitely wrong about this place, he just knew it!
Aya soon immerged from the ship and stood beside Omi when suddenly a woman in her near thirties approached them. A woman who had long light hazel brown hair and stern and narrow chocolate eyes behind thin glasses stared at them disapprovingly as she held out her hand in a forced welcome gesture.
"Welcome to Shigin Island." She said with her voice dripping venom as Aya shook the hand offered. "My name is Sakura Shigin, daughter and secretary of Akuro Shigin. You must be the client, Hajime Shu correct?"
"Yes. It is an honor for Mr. Shigin to invite one such as me." Aya said as he focused on acting his part properly. As long as he had the people here convinced, everything would run according to plan. "This is my personal assistant, Morabe Setsu." he said as he pointed to Omi who in turn, gave a curt nod to the lady.
"Yes, well," the light haired woman said as she retracted her hand. "Follow me. Don't worry about your luggage." She said as Omi reached for the suitcases beside him. "The attendants will take care of them. Come, Mr. Shigin is waiting." Leading them a few steps out of the dock, a sleek black limousine was awaiting for them. A man dressed in a black suit held the door open for them with a hand gesturing them to enter. Sakura allowed Aya and Omi to enter first before entering herself. The door closed behind them and after a few moments, the car started to move. With Omi sitting near the window and the farthest away from the woman, he silently took mental notes of the surroundings of the island. He also made sure to come back later that night and plant some cameras behind the bushes and trees.
After a few more silent moments in the car, it slowly came to a halt in front of a large mansion which was located near the cape's end. It was surrounded by numerous trees which are rare only to that part of the world. With the mansion overlooking the sea, it was both captivating and unnerving that a man would spend so much money to protect his investment from prying authorities.
As both of the Weiss assassins in disguise stepped out of the black vehicle, they were suddenly greeted by a man in his mid-fifties, strong of build and had a certain aura of wisdom surrounding him. As Aya stared at the man longer, he was suddenly reminded of Reiji Takatori when he had threatened the whole of Japan with his rise to power. He narrowed amethyst eyes as he remembered the trial the son of a bitch had let Weiss go through. Though Akuro Shigin seemed to be a better man than Takatori in minor aspects, it does not change the fact that within a few weeks, Aya would be running his blade through him and the whole company.
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Hajime." He acknowledged in a solid baritone voice as they both shook hands in greeting. "I see that you are able to arrive safely. I hope that you did not meet any inconvenience on the way."
"None at all Mr. Shigin in fact, I was quite impressed by the service of your crew on the S.S. Saints. It was certainly an experience worth remembering."
"Yes, well, many of my other clients have commented on the wonderful service my men provide on the way over." He started to say with a proud expression on his face. "But enough about your trip, you must be tired on your way here. Why don't you and your companion get settled into your rooms first and then you can join me and the others for lunch before we start the auction."
"That would be a wonderful idea Mr. Shigin." Aya said as he welcomed the thought of a nice soft bed. He wasn't able to get a peaceful night's sleep last night because of the constant motion of the ship against the tide. As much as the service was good on the ship, it provided little comfort when lying down on a constantly moving mattress.
"Please Hajime, call me Akuro. We need not be so formal on my island." A smile which was a cross between a devilish one and a sincere one graced the old man's lips as he stressed on the fact that it was *his* island. "My attendants will show you your rooms."
"Thank you Akuro, we cannot thank you enough for your hospitality." The young katana wielder said, now using the older man's name in addressing him. Another man, different from the one that held the door for them in the car who also wore a black suit approached them and gestured them to follow him as he led them to their rooms.
The halls leading to their rooms were as grand as the outside of the mansion. With the ceilings hanging very high above their heads and the walls adorned with different life-sized paintings, it gave a sort of eerie and haunting feeling about this place. As if they would suddenly come to life and attack whoever dared to walk these corridors alone at night. They climbed a huge stair case which held an intricate design on its railings. Each hand carved and furnished to the extent that it created an old Victorian style. Finally reaching a huge and extravagant doorway, the man turned the knobs of the two wooden doors that proved as its entryway and pushed forward, revealing to the two assassins their rooms for the next month and a half. It was as beautiful as the mansion, but with out the creepiness that they felt when they first entered. The windows were open to allow the cool summer winds into the room. The soft breeze playing against the satin curtains of the room, as Aya scanned around for other significant things. A balcony lay outside of the tall windows overlooking the sea. A huge four poster king sized bed was at the center and an enormous dresser just adjacent to it. A door to the left led to the shared bathroom that he and Omi would be sharing and after the bathroom was the younger assassin's room which was styled just like his. The attendant, after showing them where he placed their belongings, took a low bow and left the room, closing the doors behind him. Aya and Omi looked at each other for a few seconds before moving in their trained grace and speed as they looked for any wires or bugs that they might have placed to keep them in check. As they combed the whole two rooms and the bathrooms, Omi sat on his bed as he looked up at Aya who stood beside him, still eying the room with his usual skepticism.
"There are none, Aya. We've looked through the whole three rooms five times." Omi said as he ran a hand through the silken fabrics of his bed.
"I know Omi, but I still can't shake the feeling of being watched. . ."
"Okay Aya." Omi said with a sigh as he forced himself off the comfortable bed, "We'll try one more time." His understanding smile curving on his lips. He was supposed to make his way towards the adjoining bathroom when a sudden force slammed him back into the bed, keeping him there. Aya whirled around to face the younger Weiss, looking down at the struggling figure. "Aya," the crossbow assassin started in a terrified tone. "I can't move."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." A voice slowly whispered into the redhead's ear. He suddenly found himself unable to move as well by just the simple placing of a hand on his shoulder. "You should know by now that we don't need bugs and wires when we can just peak into a person's mind." the familiar nasal accent spoken in smooth Japanese.
"Mastermind. . ."Aya hissed through bared teeth. The man was mere inches away from him and he couldn't even punch him. Just then a realization hit him. If the German was here, then. . .
"You need not worry too much Fujimiya." The older assassin said with a chuckle. "Only Prodigy and I are here. Apparently, Oracle said that only two are coming on this island, so why waste the expenses? It only takes one member of Schwartz to take out Weiss entirely but Braddy wanted to be sure that's why he sent the two of us. I never thought that it would be *you* coming to a place like this." The emphasis on the word 'you' was breathed into the smaller man's ear that it made clear to Aya what the telepath's intentions were. "This makes it all the more fun, ne Nagi?" He looked over his shoulder to see the chocolate-brown haired telekinetic standing near the bed gazing down at the immobile figure on it. Turning dark blue eyes to his teammate, he narrowed them in disapproval of Schuldich's attitude on the topic at hand.
"Aww, c'mon Nagi, you're not going to start acting like Brad are you?"
"Now I know why Crawford asked me to come with you." The sentence spoken in his usual soft and cool tone. "To keep you out of trouble."
Blinking jade green eyes, he produced a grin and released the katana master, allowing himself to sit at the edge of the bed. "You know, you should stop hanging around Brad. His 'Stick-up-my-ass' attitude is rubbing off on you." Nagi's only reply was a stern look of warning before turning his back to the red-haired German.
Schuldich then returned his gaze to the sword master in front of him. "You must be wondering why we're here, ne? Well, I'll tell you." He stood up again and reached out a hand that encircled the younger assassin's waist, bringing them closer together. That earned him a low growl from the Weiss. "You know the guy you're assigned to kill?" he whispered into Aya's ear. "Well, we're his bodyguards, which mean we will stop you if you try anything against him." Schuldich pulled back just in time to see the shocked expression of the kitten in his arms. "But don't worry just yet." He continued with a chuckle. "We'll let you have your fun with the old guy after we get what we need from him."
"Oh?" Aya said in a surprised tone "How can we trust you with that?"
"Well, we have no need for a man after we've gotten what we needed from him. Like that bastard Takatori." The name made Aya scowl at the German but nothing more. "So, do we have a deal?" Schuldich asked as he offered a hand. Aya eyed it for a few moments before outstretching his own to shake. "Deal." He said as Nagi released his hold on Omi, who sat up on the bed observing the two older men's agreement.
"Ikouyo," the German said as he flipped his hair back. "I'm sure *Akuro*-san is waiting for his guests." The name of their employer said with distaste. Suddenly, as they were about to leave the room, a manservant burst in, panting as he tried to compose himself.
// He seems like he was in a hurry. // Nagi said to Schuldich through telepathy.
//Either that or he ran all the way from the ground floor up. You saw those stairs. Complete massacre, man. //
"Mr. Schuldich, Mr. Nagi, Mr. Morabe, and Mr. Hajime, the master requests your immediate presence in the dining hall." The man said after he had straightened himself out.
"Ch', why? Mr. Shigin need a little pampering?" the German asked with a mean smirk.
"No sir." The manservant said in a soft tone of voice before continuing. "The stable boy was walking along the beach this morning when he saw something floating along the surface. At first he thought that it was just an old piece of wood, but when he went closer, he realized who it was."
"Well, who was it then?" Nagi asked, impatient for the answer. He had noticed that Schuldich had balled both fists at his side and refused to look at the servant or answer him through telepathy.
"Ms. Yuriko, sir. She's dead."
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Well? What do you guys think? Is it a good start or what? Please review so I know if it's good or whatever. =) thanks. =)
-Gunning Angel-