Disclaimer: *blinks* Uh, I don't own Weiss Kreuz. But I think we all knew
that. Wish I did, 'specially Omi!
A/N: Yeah, well, uh, this is my first Weiss fic so please go easy on me. Sorry if I get some of the spelling off. Sorry in advance. Have fun! *waves*
Warnings: uh.a little language, probably themes better understood by older people er.teens. Let me put it this way, if you're under about 13 don't read. K?
Running from the past, hiding from the future
The rain beat down hard on the roof of the koneko flower shop. It had been raining for a week now and still showed no signs of letting up. It would have been just fine, slow work days and all, but the only problem was it added to the misery that hung like a cloud over the store. It had been a full year since Weiss had disbanded and they were to reunite and, much to all of their surprise, reopen the flower shop. The plan had been made the second they disbanded, so no one needed any reminding, or at least they thought not. If that was true then where in the world was Omi?
Omi, the 'baby' of their dysfunctional family. He was by far the most responsible and reliable of all, so why would he not be there. He would never forget, especially not since it was he who thought up the idea of reuniting a year later.
The rain poured harder as Ken stared out the window. The sky was black, there were no customers and the other former members were absolutely useless to try and talk to.
"Relax, I bet he just forgot, he'll remember and be on his way here anytime. It was my understanding he never left Japan, did he?" Youji asked, pacing around aimlessly.
"I think so, but maybe he went on vacation. You guys don't happen to know if he had a cell phone do you?" Ken looked up, hopeful.
"Sorry, I only keep tabs on the ladies, Omi hasn't contacted me for months."
"He's fine, he's Weiss, remember? He'll make his own way hereon his own time, until then get back to work."
Aya's normal cold tone signaled to them how unworried he truly was; though deep inside he was also wondering where their lost teammate was.
Sighing, Ken got up and went to work rearranging a bunch of flowers, even though it was the third time he had done it. Youji walked past him and went to the glass door. Looking out he saw no people, barely any cars, and one heck of a dark cloud over head.
"Look at it this way," He started. "He'll miss the rain and be here at happy times."
"Yeah, right." Ken looked skeptical.
Somewhere, very close and get far away, an evil was breathing, hatching a diabolic plan.
"I heard that our old friends are back in business. Is it true?"
A tall man pushed a pair of glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Sadly, yes, but I've seen that we have the upper hand in it. We've already sent Nagi out to complete phase one, now all we need to do is catch our pray in the web of lies they weave oh so well."
"Old grudges and not forgiving makes god weep, I can feel him tremble and cry. We'll make him cry more."
"Uh, yes, quite. Any ways, just what did you send Nagi out to do?" The German asked, tugging at a strand of orange hair.
"He's just taking care of a small problem. A very small problem."
"Oh!"
A dark figure moved in the shadows of the streets. His green cloak hid him well, though he was still being chased. Picking himself up from the ground he hurried through the dark alleys he had come to know. As he was running the bundle in his arms began to squirm and cry. Finally stopping for a breath of air he looked at the small infant.
Its large, aqua eyes stared up at him, wondering why he was in such a panic. Gently kissing the top if his brown hair he returned the bundle into his cloak and continued to run. He could hear the slow footsteps following his much quicker ones.
"Damn it, its because I'm thinking so loud! That's how he can follow me, isn't it?!"
As if mocking him a voice entered his head, confirming his suspicions. "Yes, that is how I can track you, you're in quite an alarmed state, if you stopped thinking I wouldn't be able to follow you, but that's impossible, isn't it?"
As if answering the voice he thought, "If it were possible to be taught how to stop thinking I would have learned!"
Skidding to a halt the one hidden by the cloak realized he had taken a wrong turn. In his alarm he had forgotten where he was going, now he was trapped!
"Good, now that you're immobile I can get rid of you quicker. Wait..what!?"
Looking around wildly, brown hair fanning out, the young telepath listened in all directions with his mind. There was nothing!
"Impossible! No one can stop thinking! Not unless you die, but this is a Weiss here. He tricked me!"
In a rage the youth ran off, back to his headquarters, recruiting the other members. If he couldn't do it alone, fine, but with three others, all with special capabilities, they would find him quickly and kill him.
The rain poured harder yet, soaking the cloaked figure. Slumping down in the back of an alley, leading to the Koneko apartments, he pulled his hood off, slightly sheltered from the rain. He brushed the cold water from his golden hair and opened his sad blue eyes.
"I've made it back here, but I know they'll come back for me. I've managed to buy you some time. By filling my mind with blackness he lost me, but he'll be back with others, I won't be able to survive. You'll have to stay here, where you'll be safe. I'll tell them what to do."
With numb, shaky hands the man reached into his cloak and pulled out a pen. Rummaging in the garbage he found a scrap of paper. With barely distinguishable writing he scribbled a note down. When he was done he tucked the note into the bundle of cloth with the child. With that complete he began to rap loudly at the metal door. When the outside lights switched on he jumped down from the steps and ran down the alley. At the end he turned and looked one last time at the child wrapped in the blanket.
"Goodbye, my love. Don't worry, I'll see you again, somewhere. Be safe."
As the door opened he saluted the people who existed and ran off into the darkness, soon to become pray to hunters.
Ken grabbed his baseball bat, for protection, as Aya slowly approached the door. Opening it quickly he got ready to hit..nothing? Youji walked out into the rain, bare feet quickly losing heat. Before he could turn back and go in a loud cry caught his attention. Looking down he saw the gift that had been left for them.
"Look at this guys, it's a kid."
Coming out to look Ken knelt down and picked the child up. "Look, there's a note."
"Bring him inside, we'll decide what to do after a cup of coffee."
Aya stepped aside to let the others in, as well as the crying infant. Before shutting the door he took notice of a small figure carved into the cement. A cross.
"Oh god, listen to this."
Ken began to read aloud.
"Weiss, Any hopes for my life can now be thoroughly given up on. In my absence I beg of you to watch over my son, Rage. Schwartz is after him, mainly because he is mine, but also because of his talents. I can't explain but I'll merely say that when he's upset things happen. Take good care of him, consider it a mission.
~Omi"
He stopped and looked up. Youji had dropped his cup on the kitchen floor as Aya snatched the note away from him. After reading it he went over to look at the child.
"Green eyes? Not very Omi like." He said.
"Yeah but he's got the blonde hair." Youji interrupted.
"What are we going to do, guys? He said Schwartz was after him, and the kid, that means they're back and going to come after us too. He also sounds very sure that in a short time he'll be dead. Come on, what are we going to do?"
There was a long silence, everyone pondering possible solutions to this sudden problem. Finally Aya grumbled loudly.
"We'll keep him, but only because it was our comrades wish. As soon as he's old enough he goes away."
Youji frowned. "Send him away? I don't think Omi would like that, he said he wanted us to take care of it."
"Youji is right, Aya. We have to keep him. I'll keep him in my room, I have a heater, the kids probably freezing."
"I don't know, Ken, he looks alright to me."
Getting up to see, Ken went to where the playboy was standing. The child was fast asleep, making soft mewing sounds. It was a very warming sight; even Aya had to smile slightly.
"Tomorrow you two go shopping for the kid, I'll contact Kritiker to tell them about this.
As each member of Weiss went back to their respective residence the same thought crossed their minds, "Where is Omi?" No answer would come, only horrible thoughts and images of what may be happening in the cold rain as they lay in a warm bed, worry less.
No, worry less isn't the right term. They had many things to worry about, their comrade one, this new child another. What had Omi meant when he said it had 'special talents'? If Schwartz did have the child he would be a valuable asset to them, but over their dead bodies would the child be theirs. Or..they would try not to let the child go.
All in all? This was one hell of a problem.
~TBC
Well? What did you think? Its my first fic, as I said, and sorry if I didn't spell some things right. It's a chapter thing, so tell me what you think, if it sucks I'll stop. *rubs head* Oh, just random info, I also do shonen ai, normal stuff, comedy, whatever, angst it fun too. I'm looking for a penpal if anyone's interested! I always like meeting other writers.
A/N: Yeah, well, uh, this is my first Weiss fic so please go easy on me. Sorry if I get some of the spelling off. Sorry in advance. Have fun! *waves*
Warnings: uh.a little language, probably themes better understood by older people er.teens. Let me put it this way, if you're under about 13 don't read. K?
Running from the past, hiding from the future
The rain beat down hard on the roof of the koneko flower shop. It had been raining for a week now and still showed no signs of letting up. It would have been just fine, slow work days and all, but the only problem was it added to the misery that hung like a cloud over the store. It had been a full year since Weiss had disbanded and they were to reunite and, much to all of their surprise, reopen the flower shop. The plan had been made the second they disbanded, so no one needed any reminding, or at least they thought not. If that was true then where in the world was Omi?
Omi, the 'baby' of their dysfunctional family. He was by far the most responsible and reliable of all, so why would he not be there. He would never forget, especially not since it was he who thought up the idea of reuniting a year later.
The rain poured harder as Ken stared out the window. The sky was black, there were no customers and the other former members were absolutely useless to try and talk to.
"Relax, I bet he just forgot, he'll remember and be on his way here anytime. It was my understanding he never left Japan, did he?" Youji asked, pacing around aimlessly.
"I think so, but maybe he went on vacation. You guys don't happen to know if he had a cell phone do you?" Ken looked up, hopeful.
"Sorry, I only keep tabs on the ladies, Omi hasn't contacted me for months."
"He's fine, he's Weiss, remember? He'll make his own way hereon his own time, until then get back to work."
Aya's normal cold tone signaled to them how unworried he truly was; though deep inside he was also wondering where their lost teammate was.
Sighing, Ken got up and went to work rearranging a bunch of flowers, even though it was the third time he had done it. Youji walked past him and went to the glass door. Looking out he saw no people, barely any cars, and one heck of a dark cloud over head.
"Look at it this way," He started. "He'll miss the rain and be here at happy times."
"Yeah, right." Ken looked skeptical.
Somewhere, very close and get far away, an evil was breathing, hatching a diabolic plan.
"I heard that our old friends are back in business. Is it true?"
A tall man pushed a pair of glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Sadly, yes, but I've seen that we have the upper hand in it. We've already sent Nagi out to complete phase one, now all we need to do is catch our pray in the web of lies they weave oh so well."
"Old grudges and not forgiving makes god weep, I can feel him tremble and cry. We'll make him cry more."
"Uh, yes, quite. Any ways, just what did you send Nagi out to do?" The German asked, tugging at a strand of orange hair.
"He's just taking care of a small problem. A very small problem."
"Oh!"
A dark figure moved in the shadows of the streets. His green cloak hid him well, though he was still being chased. Picking himself up from the ground he hurried through the dark alleys he had come to know. As he was running the bundle in his arms began to squirm and cry. Finally stopping for a breath of air he looked at the small infant.
Its large, aqua eyes stared up at him, wondering why he was in such a panic. Gently kissing the top if his brown hair he returned the bundle into his cloak and continued to run. He could hear the slow footsteps following his much quicker ones.
"Damn it, its because I'm thinking so loud! That's how he can follow me, isn't it?!"
As if mocking him a voice entered his head, confirming his suspicions. "Yes, that is how I can track you, you're in quite an alarmed state, if you stopped thinking I wouldn't be able to follow you, but that's impossible, isn't it?"
As if answering the voice he thought, "If it were possible to be taught how to stop thinking I would have learned!"
Skidding to a halt the one hidden by the cloak realized he had taken a wrong turn. In his alarm he had forgotten where he was going, now he was trapped!
"Good, now that you're immobile I can get rid of you quicker. Wait..what!?"
Looking around wildly, brown hair fanning out, the young telepath listened in all directions with his mind. There was nothing!
"Impossible! No one can stop thinking! Not unless you die, but this is a Weiss here. He tricked me!"
In a rage the youth ran off, back to his headquarters, recruiting the other members. If he couldn't do it alone, fine, but with three others, all with special capabilities, they would find him quickly and kill him.
The rain poured harder yet, soaking the cloaked figure. Slumping down in the back of an alley, leading to the Koneko apartments, he pulled his hood off, slightly sheltered from the rain. He brushed the cold water from his golden hair and opened his sad blue eyes.
"I've made it back here, but I know they'll come back for me. I've managed to buy you some time. By filling my mind with blackness he lost me, but he'll be back with others, I won't be able to survive. You'll have to stay here, where you'll be safe. I'll tell them what to do."
With numb, shaky hands the man reached into his cloak and pulled out a pen. Rummaging in the garbage he found a scrap of paper. With barely distinguishable writing he scribbled a note down. When he was done he tucked the note into the bundle of cloth with the child. With that complete he began to rap loudly at the metal door. When the outside lights switched on he jumped down from the steps and ran down the alley. At the end he turned and looked one last time at the child wrapped in the blanket.
"Goodbye, my love. Don't worry, I'll see you again, somewhere. Be safe."
As the door opened he saluted the people who existed and ran off into the darkness, soon to become pray to hunters.
Ken grabbed his baseball bat, for protection, as Aya slowly approached the door. Opening it quickly he got ready to hit..nothing? Youji walked out into the rain, bare feet quickly losing heat. Before he could turn back and go in a loud cry caught his attention. Looking down he saw the gift that had been left for them.
"Look at this guys, it's a kid."
Coming out to look Ken knelt down and picked the child up. "Look, there's a note."
"Bring him inside, we'll decide what to do after a cup of coffee."
Aya stepped aside to let the others in, as well as the crying infant. Before shutting the door he took notice of a small figure carved into the cement. A cross.
"Oh god, listen to this."
Ken began to read aloud.
"Weiss, Any hopes for my life can now be thoroughly given up on. In my absence I beg of you to watch over my son, Rage. Schwartz is after him, mainly because he is mine, but also because of his talents. I can't explain but I'll merely say that when he's upset things happen. Take good care of him, consider it a mission.
~Omi"
He stopped and looked up. Youji had dropped his cup on the kitchen floor as Aya snatched the note away from him. After reading it he went over to look at the child.
"Green eyes? Not very Omi like." He said.
"Yeah but he's got the blonde hair." Youji interrupted.
"What are we going to do, guys? He said Schwartz was after him, and the kid, that means they're back and going to come after us too. He also sounds very sure that in a short time he'll be dead. Come on, what are we going to do?"
There was a long silence, everyone pondering possible solutions to this sudden problem. Finally Aya grumbled loudly.
"We'll keep him, but only because it was our comrades wish. As soon as he's old enough he goes away."
Youji frowned. "Send him away? I don't think Omi would like that, he said he wanted us to take care of it."
"Youji is right, Aya. We have to keep him. I'll keep him in my room, I have a heater, the kids probably freezing."
"I don't know, Ken, he looks alright to me."
Getting up to see, Ken went to where the playboy was standing. The child was fast asleep, making soft mewing sounds. It was a very warming sight; even Aya had to smile slightly.
"Tomorrow you two go shopping for the kid, I'll contact Kritiker to tell them about this.
As each member of Weiss went back to their respective residence the same thought crossed their minds, "Where is Omi?" No answer would come, only horrible thoughts and images of what may be happening in the cold rain as they lay in a warm bed, worry less.
No, worry less isn't the right term. They had many things to worry about, their comrade one, this new child another. What had Omi meant when he said it had 'special talents'? If Schwartz did have the child he would be a valuable asset to them, but over their dead bodies would the child be theirs. Or..they would try not to let the child go.
All in all? This was one hell of a problem.
~TBC
Well? What did you think? Its my first fic, as I said, and sorry if I didn't spell some things right. It's a chapter thing, so tell me what you think, if it sucks I'll stop. *rubs head* Oh, just random info, I also do shonen ai, normal stuff, comedy, whatever, angst it fun too. I'm looking for a penpal if anyone's interested! I always like meeting other writers.