Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, as happy as that would make me. I am only borrowing them for the purpose of this story.
A/N. okay, so I revised this chapter a bit. OOC Farfarello
Prologue: Dance Dance
Young and innocent. At first glance, that is what I appear to be. But I am far from innocent. My name is Omi Tsukiyono and I'm an assassin, a murderer. I'm the youngest member of a team known as Weiss; but right now I am trying very hard to forget that little detail. Here, in the club, I am just known as Omi.
I make my way across the dance floor to sit at the bar.
"Omi," the bartender, Satoshi, greets. "What'll ya have?"
"A shot of tequila and a rum and coke," I reply with a grin and a wink.
"Coming right up."
I swivel around on my bar stool to survey the dance floor and my eyebrow shoots up in surprise at the sight of the white haired Irishman, who was technically my enemy, dancing gracefully in the middle of the floor. Who would have thought that he would be at a club of all places? And to make matters worse, he looks….well, kind of attractive. My gaze sweeps over his attire in approval. He's wearing tight black bondage pants, an emerald green mesh shirt and a studded black collar; not too shabby I have to admit. 'Wait! What am I thinking?' As my gaze wanders back to his face, I am surprised to find him watching me with his one visible amber eye. I tilt my chin up in greeting and turn back to the bar, quickly throwing back my shot. When I turn back around, he is standing calmly in front of me, a smirk on his scarred face.
"Well, who would have thought," he says silkily. "A little lost kitten is sitting at the bar."
I scowl at the insult and flip him my middle finger. "Fuck off," I say coldly turning back to my drink and taking a swig to help calm my nerves. Having the Irishman so close to me was not helping any. It's not everyday that you find a crazy psychopath, who has tried to kill you on more than one occasion, standing calmly in front of you at a nightclub. 'Why me?!' I don't even have my darts in case he tries anything with me. I shiver at the thought of what he is capable of. I swivel back around and he is still standing there just looking at me in that unnerving manner of his.
"What?" I ask in irritation as his eyebrow rises in surprise at my attitude.
"Hostile aren't you?" he replies in amusement. I just glare at him.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with psychopaths at the moment," I reply and push past him onto the dance floor and walk smack dab into someone's chest. Startled, I look up and see a very familiar shock of red hair.
"Well Bishounen," says Schuldig. "What are you doing in a place like this? Did you get lost?"
"That's none of your fucking business," I snap. I'm starting to get irritated, and I'm beginning to think that I should have just stayed home tonight.
"My, my. Aren't we touchy," he teases.
"No! I just don't want to deal with you guys. I come here to forget about my life as an assassin, not to be reminded…" I trail off and sigh. "Oh never mind." I walk back to the bar and gracefully fall back into my seat and take a large gulp of my drink. It would be my luck that the only place I can be myself and pretend that I am not an assassin is the same place that two members of Schwarz would also come to.
"Soooo, little Omi likes to forget his worries by drowning them in alcohol. I never would have known by looking at you," Schuldig says as he walks back up behind me. I look up and meet his gaze for a brief second before turning my eyes out onto the dance the floor.
"So what," I mumble more to myself than to him, my eyes never leaving the mass of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies that were moving about under the bright flashing strobe lights. "And just what are you doing here anyway," I demand in frustration, my anger from earlier returning at the thought that my only sanctuary is now being invaded by my enemies.
"The same things as you, chibi," the redhead says. "You don't think you're the only one who wants to escape from the realities of real life do you?"
I freeze at that. It's true. I didn't even think about that. These two men are just the same as me. They are hired for one purpose only and that is to kill. Since they were deemed Weiss' enemy, it naturally didn't occur to me that they didn't actually enjoy what they were doing. But looking at them now, I haven't the heart to feel anger towards them anymore. I look carefully at both of them, weighing my options over in my head. Slowly, I hold my hand out to them.
"Then I think that while we are here, in this place, we should simply be human beings. No Weiss. No Scwartz. Not enemies. I am just Omi, a boy who likes to drink and dance." I stand there waiting for the two assassins to make up their minds about my impromptu proposal. I am hopeful that they will see it for what it is, a truce of sorts, and except it for my sake as well as their own. After a few moments of staring at each other in contemplations…I'm positive they're having a conversation that I'm not privy to…both men step forward, hands extended.
"Schuldig, but you can call me Schu."
"Farfarello." I eye him warily for a moment before taking his hand. Truth is, he makes me incredibly nervous. I have seen him in action enough to know that he plays by his own rules and not by anybody else's.
I smile uneasily at both of them. Then I turn back to the bar, gulp down the last of my drink, and order another. As soon as it arrives, I head out onto the dance floor, stopping briefly to look back at both men.
"Well, are you going to dance with me or what?" I ask with a smirk. "And don't try anything funny…especially you" I say pointing to Farfarello to make my point. He just gives me an unnerving smile before glancing at Schuldig and then back at me.
They grin at each other and follow me out into the see of twisting limbs and human bodies. I smile to myself. At least for the time being, I can still forget and enjoy myself. I still have my sanctuary…and in it, two new dancing partners.
A/N. okay, so I just found this story in the back of one of my drawers and decided that it definitely had some potential. I'm not really sure where I am going to go with it from here, but I definitely have some thoughts about the possibilities. I'm thinking I might maybe like to make it an Omi/Farfarello pairing (granted Farfarello is not going to be nearly as insane as he usually is). I'd like to know what you think though. Please review and leave me any ideas/suggestions that you might have.