Sorry this took so long. I tried on a variety of occassions to upload but more than once it said that the file was corrupt. After much work I've managed to get it up, so here it is. My usual pattern of view will be changing next chapter, btw, as prior warning.

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What I read was making me sick. Schuldig sat on my bed, his mind lingering within my own, quite welcome as he attempted to calm me. Although I realized I shouldn't have felt most of what I was feeling, it was very comforting to know that Schuldig felt the same sort of disgust at the information on the chip.

They were experimenting on their own operatives - Not just experimenting on their responses to this activity or that activity, they were actually using their amateur technology to attempt to reconstruct parts of their brains. All of this was being operated without any government knowledge or interference.

Chibi, we can't do anything for Weiß. We have our own orders. Schuldig reasoned, reading my thoughts of a bloody massacre.

"I have to do something, Schu, I can't just... let this happen! Estet has it's own things to worry about, they've cut communication with us, we don't have anything else to be doing!" I swivelled my chair to look at him. "Please."

It's too late to do anything for the kittens. I realize you care for Bombay, Nagi, I do, but I don't believe that Crawford would honestly support you on this particular fiasco.

"...It's obvious Omi doesn't have the information you thought he had, isn't it? They'll be even more dangerous to us if this goes through, right? If it works? Kritiker's got it's sick, very twisted side, and I don't know just what virus leaked in, but this is worse than anything Estet ever pulled - and there were plenty of missions I found too disgusting to follow up on. I dare you to tell me you participated in them all."

Fine. We'll ask Crawford, but I honestly don't believe he'll support you on this, Nagi. I'll back you one hundred percent if he allows this. Schuldig nodded, his mind disconnecting from my own. "I'll get Crawford."

"...Thanks, Schu."

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Only a moment or two after he left, a scream resonated through the building. Schuldig. Quickly following his, a second cry of pain, before the wave hit me, as well. I crumpled out of my chair in agony, my head filled with pain, confusion and betrayal. The world tilted and danced before my eyes, and a very long distance was covered in a short time, mentally.

I realized that Crawford, Schuldig and I were all connected in this mental excursion. Although I knew they were present, there was no sign of them as there might have been if Crawford had accidentally broadcast a vision. This connected the three of us directly to one mind, one body, currently in utter agony.

Gentle hands touching our face, sharp scissors leaving marks across our body, and something disturbingly familiar forcing itself inside, tearing, ripping, bleeding. For a moment, it subsided, before starting up again, the screams coming more loudly.

Lips and fingers touched, dancing over our body, smearing our blood across our lips, chest and legs. The blurry vision brought it's hands to it's mouth, licking our blood from it's fingers in an almost sensual manner - it would have been if it didn't look so practiced.

The mind we were caught in was strong, whoever it was, strong enough to trap us there in our connection to Schuldig. Behind the wall of screaming and agony, there was a soft voice, a soft voice speaking, in pain.

I'll save you... I'll protect you... It hurts... but I'll let you... They'll help us, Ken-kun... He'll help us... he'll come.

The voice was soon hidden again behind the wall of pain, before the mind released it's grip. As we spiraled painfully back to our own bodies, I let a thought loose, as loud as I could, hoping to console the body.

I'm coming, Omi, I swear I'm on my way.


"CRAWFORD!" I managed to splinter the door as I came in. I was in such a rage, my power was a swirling mass of dark energy that created a very dangerous wind inside the building.

"We're leaving Farfarello here, for this," Crawford responded. He seemed almost afraid, for the first time. He knew. He knew that not only would I not stand by and allow this to happen, but he knew that we, as a team, had to help them.

Schuldig looked to be in such a daze, I wasn't sure he would quite be able to participate in this mission, but I nodded nevertheless. The ride to the Koneko was a silent one, with Schuldig recovering from his experience - which was likely stronger than the aftershock that Crawford and I got - Crawford creating a plan of some sort, and myself brooding in a dark energy that was only just barely contained, it wasn't a wonder.

We pulled over outside the Koneko, and I was the first out of the car, storming, litterally, towards to building, and blasting the door open in my rage. Crawford didn't bother to stop me, in my state, I was highly unpredictable, and dangerous.

The elder three Weiss members were no where to be seen, as we blasted our way through wall after wall of the building. Schuldig put a hand on my shoulder, just as I thought they had left, and pointed upstairs.

They're hovering near Bombay. They know we are here.

I nodded, and glanced at Crawford, who signalled to me to lead the way. Without the slightest bit of hesitance, I made my way upstairs, ready to lash out at the first person I saw. Except - the first person I saw was the only one who couldn't, and likely wouldn't, defend himself.

Blue eyes peeked tiredly from beneath cinnamon blonde bangs, and lit up, only for a moment, as our eyes made contact. As I reached the top of the stairs to ask if he was ok, he turned away, walking into a room.

Watching, I noticed that he walked with a limp, and that blood spotted the back of his shirt, and pants. If I had any doubts before, they had vanished, because it was painfully obvious that it was Omi's mind we had become linked to.

As I made a move to follow him, Schuldig reached his hand out to place it on my shoulder. Looking back at him, I saw him shake his head. The kittens are waiting inside. Bombay doesn't want you to hurt them... He wants to make them better. With the state his mind is in, I honestly don't suggest hurting them.

"So I do what, then?" I whispered softly.

Pin them. Pin them against a wall, and let Bombay, or myself knock them out. We'll take them back somewhere that they can't do any damage until we figure out what's going on.

It wasn't what I wanted to do. Truth be told, I wanted to spread every molecule of their bodies across the world, to never be recovered. However, Schuldig again made a good point. It was likely that he knew of Omi's mental state far better than Crawford or myself.

I nodded with a sigh and started towards the door, ready to (as painfully as possible) pin the Weiss elders against a wall. Sure enough, stepping into the room, two of the three were prepared to lunge, and quickly became lovely wall decorations. The third, however, managed to keep himself from being flung into a wall by being the only one with enough common sense to be directly in front of Omi, his hands holding the little leader's wrists with what looked to be a bruising force.

Omi attempted to peek over Abyssinian's shoulder, but was met with a jerk on his wrists that hid him again. Schuldig, who appeared behind me, made quick work of Balinese and Siberian, who I then allowed to drop to the floor in an unconcious heap; however, Schuldig seemed surprised to find that there was a third who hadn't met with the same vicious fate.

"What do you want here?" Abyssinian growled, the hands on Omi's wrists tightening. His voice, although growling, seemed oddly mechanical, as if he'd been expecting us for weeks and practiced what he'd say to us.

"Obviously, Abyssinian, darling, we're here to hang a few trophies on the wall," Schuldig said, sassily. Although I would have loved to check over my shoulder to glare at Schuldig, Abyssinian's sword was raised and just waiting for an opportune moment to strike. "Give us the adorible little kitten, and we'll be on our way. If you don't..."

By the way Schuldig trailed off, I assumed he was glancing towards the two already unconcious Weiss members. I can't read the freak, Nagi... Honestly. It's not like... he has a barrier - it's almost as if he has no mind what so ever. The other two had thoughts... though hard to understand, they existed, but Abyssinian...

"A-Aya-kun... p-please stop... you're hurting me," Omi mumbled from behind Abyssinian, he sounded as if he was afraid to even raise his voice.

That one moment gave me the perfect opportunity, and I took it. As Abyssinian turned around, his wrists made a delicious snap, and he too became a wall ornament. Schuldig, after a brief moment of surprise, dug into Abyssinian's head and put the redhead out cold.

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So... who here is royally confused :Looks for raised hands: Yes, I realize Abyssinian - er... I blame that on typing it too much - RAN is being... weird... It'll all be explained whenever I get around to writing whatever chapter has the information.. I think. As well... I've noticed I don't know who else might have noticed that I suddenly changed the style of writing this chapter. I can't quite figure out how to return to the style of previous chapters... So apologies to anyone who prefered the previous style.