Kage: Ok, so once again it's been a while since I've updated ANYTHING. I feel so bad TT for those who are reading One More Time, it will be continued. The problem is I lost the original copy of the whole fic so I'm writing it by memory which is taking a lot longer than I could have imagined.
For now I've decided to work on a new fic, which as long as I don't loose this notebook too, it will also be completed since I have from start to finish already written just not typed. It was inspired by something I read a long time ago. I can't remember what it was but I liked the idea and the story just flowed. Plus I've been watching the Gluhen again so my passion for doing this fic came back.
Lol It is in first person point of view, I'm experimenting writing in this form plus the original copy is in that form so I didn't feel like ruining it.
Anyhow, enough of that lets move onto this thing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz.
There's hope, One Last Chance
Destroying Lives,
Creating Hope,
Finally Fulfilled
Chapter 1:
Anyone could guess that I detest my work. If you look from day to night I could argue why I don't really prefer either. I'm a sportsman and even a teacher, or at least a coach kind of guy, not a killer or some flower boy. But just look where I am tonight; on top of some hill top staring at the rubble of the building that blew up just minutes ago, waiting for my partner to make a diagnosis of the situation.
With myself, and my partner being a teenaged genius it was supposed to be an easy two person mission. We were supposed to arrive at said location and finish last minute plans, then run in, kill the target and head home so techno geek could write up the reports and go to bed.
Now, I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer but I know for a bloody fact that the building was not suppose to be blown up until AFTER we killed the target! Not before we even enter the damn thing! Sometimes I swear… With lousy complications like this, we'd be stuck out here longer and I could hear thunder in the distance. Cursing silently, I looked over at the younger blonde as he contemplated on his thoughts.
I knew what his conclusions would be but I still wanted to argue against it before he even spoke. There was no way anyone was still alive in the rubble, meaning the target had to be dead, so couldn't we just go home? Mission complete right?
Youji would have agreed with me but nooo, tonight I had to be paired with Omi. Didn't the kid have school in the morning? Jesus, you'd think him of all people and reasons would want to go home as soon as possible. He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "It's not completed Ken-kun; we have to make sure the target is dead if he was in there."
This sucks. I sigh nodding to him as he starts heading down to the remains of the former building. I follow after him, observing the area. Each step either of us took caused ashes to rise into the air. Despite the explosion, some parts of the building still seemed somewhat intact. Still. There was no sign of life, but something told me we still weren't done.
I couldn't see my teammate and that bothered me. Putting on my head set I listened for him…Nothing. "Oi Omi, where are you?" No response. Ok, now I'm a little worried.
"Omi!" Still no response, but something starts to move behind me.
I turn looking down: the rubble was shifting, something was underneath. Drawing my claws, I slowly approach. Tension starts to rise within me.
A small patch of blonde pokes out…Wait. What the-!? Blonde? Retracting my claws, I stare at the patch of blonde dumbfounded. There's no way…A few seconds pass and the figure shoots up. It's Omi!? He emerges catching his breath, still knee deep in ashes and rubble. He brushes off his jacket, while I'm still staring stupidly at him. What the fuck was he doing and how did he get down there!?
He looked up at me. "We need to split up. There's a level underneath the surface that appears intact."
"You mean dig?"
"Roughly, yes. Keep your head set on and report anything you find." He went right back under.
I swear that kid's a mole. Man, did I want to go home, not go digging in the freaking dirt! Oh well, might as well get it over with.
Walking meters away from where Omi appeared from, I began rummaging through whatever I could find. Nothing seemed to be underneath the earth; maybe the kid was just digging around like a mole for fun. Mole-boy, that's funny. I continued to dig until I felt my foot sink and the other hit something solid underneath. Ok, so a bottom layer existed. Pulling up a slab of cement, a small opening appeared and I jumped down, careful on my landing.
Looking around, most of everything still seemed intact like Mole-boy had said but the explosion still hit this place. The ceiling looked like it could crack at any minute, but what caught my attention more so was what was dripping down the wall. Touching the wall, it felt like cloth, maybe from a curtain? No, it was soft, like a cotton shirt. Pulling or rather prying it from the wall, it was burned and torn, covered in blooded but something dawned on me.
It was a blue vest… Didn't that white haired psycho from Schwarz wear something like this? He did, but it had to be a coincidence. No where in the mission layout did it say Schwarz would be here. Something dripped on my cheek, taking me from my thoughts; I looked up to see the ceiling, also painted in blood. This was getting disgusting. Looking at the floor, still holding the vest, more bloody clothes filled my sight. Holy shit! What's going on!? There are no bodies!
The stench of blood was filling my nose and even burning flesh began to pierce the air. It was down right horrible. God, I need to get out of here, but in the corner…something was there. Dropping the vest next to the dress shirt and green jacket, I leaned down to get a better look. Studying the figure in front of me, my breath caught in my throat. I switched my head set on again. "Omi, get over here now." This wasn't good.
Thankfully it didn't take long for Omi to find me. He must have been near by. He looked over the figure with surprise and utter bewilderment written all over his face. Of course I was still shocked, I mean this doesn't make sense and is gruesome. "What do we do?" I asked the dreaded question. Omi shakes his head and turns back to the exit. "Nothing. We have to let Kritiker know and have them decide what to do."
What!? Is he mad!? This can't be our Omi, no way! My mouth fell open, I had to try and protest. "Omi, look at him. He needs help and fast."
"This isn't in our line of duty Ken-kun, Kritiker will-"
"They'll kill him!" Omi turned around surprised at the out burst and the amount of concern that drenched my tone. Hell, even I was surprised but this was serious. Regardless if he was part of Schwarz, he was just an injured kid deep inside a collapsing building, in need of immediate attention or else he'd die.
"I'm sorry Ken-kun, we have to go." I watched as my partner hoisted himself out of the bloody death hole I stood in. I doubt he even saw the tattered clothes scattered through out the room, if he did he paid no heed. This was really unlike our Omi, I wonder if he held some sort of grudge against this kid. His team I'm sure, we all do, but besides hurtling us into walls or the ground, this kid's done nothing compared to the others.
I turn back to his maimed and red-stained body, his expression too painful to even look at. He looks pained, worried maybe even a hint of fear. Where was his team? That's what I don't understand. I move my hand to feel his cheek as a few brown strands of hair hardened with blood touch my hand. He's so cold, where is the rest of Schwartz!? My fists clench, but wait… the vest, the green jacket and dress shirt…it can't be!
There's no way they're dead! How could they- who could've- no, no, stop it! The kid, focus on him. I try to focus my thoughts. He's all alone now, no one; except for the death-in-hand 'rescue' from Kritiker. "Ken-kun, hurry up. We're heading back home, target's deaths confirmed." I hear Omi over the head set before his side of the link cuts off. Standing straight I turn to leave. This isn't over; I'll be back for him.
God dammit! How do these things keep happening?! I told you my life sucks, and everything just keeps digging my little hole deeper. This time though, it is entirely fault but I have no regrets at least. I know what I did was good, but still. After my partner and I left the scene, I headed with him to the shop to help with any reports he needed done.
I only stayed for five minutes though. I didn't live there anymore, nor did Youji so I didn't want to hang around too long especially if Ran came down and asked about the mission. He didn't need to know the details while I was there or else he may have figured me out and what I planned on doing. Yes, I did have a plan, one that possibly none of my teammates would have allowed me to do.
After leaving the shop I went back to the location of our mission. I just couldn't leave him down there, and I didn't. Now here I am sitting on a chair next to my bed with the youngest member of Schwarz laying in it. He was no longer un-conscious, thank God, but his wounds were pretty bad. There was a large gash on his back, which did require some make-shift stitching. Thank you Omi for teaching me first and second aid!
Across his arms and chest were mild scrapes and cuts, bruises would form if they hadn't already. His legs weren't too bad but what perplexed me was the amount of blood I had to clean off of him. Yeah his slash wound was bad, but some of the blood had to be from someone else. I could tell that from experience.
Sighing again, I stare at his pale face which had one small cut across his cheek. Damn, this kid could get me into a lot of shit. Oh well… what was his name again? I thought. He was known as Prodigy I'm sure, but his real name… Naoe…Naoe Nagi! That was it! I lift my hand to his forehead to brush a few strands of clumped hair to see his closed eyes.
No, I didn't undress him, so he wasn't bathed and some blood would need some decent scrubbing. Well, at least his expression changed to…well expressionless. Better than what I saw before. Looking at the clock, it was almost 5:30 am. I've been up all night watching and bandaging him. I've got work at 7, I must be crazy right? Maybe I could call in… no. Then OUR prodigy would get suspicious. Shit… shit man; I'll have to leave Nagi alone.
What if he wakes up? Then again…I don't know! Sighing again, I headed to the bathroom; I was still in last nights mission clothes. Nasty. Stepping into the shower, I'd have to deal with the day, work, Omi… knowing that Naoe Nagi was in my apartment, in my bed, wounded and a sleep.
A/N: Please let me know what you think, R & R always!