Experienced Weiss Kreuz fans and authors:
Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
This story is an extremely *sappy*, *angsty*, and undoubtedly *horribly* out-of-character pairing between Brad, my favorite clairvoyant, and Ken, a fellow soccer-player. And I mean SAP, SAP, *SAP*, okay?
I understand that this is one of those "rare" pairings, but, well... I kinda like it!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. Brad+Ken, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Lavender"
-Part Two-
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I knew it. I'd been in love with a man for too long. I was starting to act like a girl. Or maybe I was honestly upset.
"No!" I pouted. I yelled. I whined. "No, no, no!!"
"Ken," Brad pleaded, "Stop! Please!" He pulled me into a tight embrace and held me there. I was strong from soccer, but Brad, my Brad, was so much stronger.
Oh, God, it was tearing me up inside. "You can't," I whispered. "Don't go..." Damn it all, I could feel tears in my eyes. Boys weren't supposed to cry!
"Ken, I'm sorry..." I could tell it was hurting him, too... I wanted to think irrationally. I wanted to think that I should mean more to him than Estet, that no matter what Estet said, he would stay in Japan, with me. But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't give him that kind of guilt, because I loved him too much. I didn't want to hurt him like that.
"B-Brad..." I was really crying, now, and hating it. I hated it because it showed how weak I was, and I knew that Brad was already upset about this all... He'd never seen me cry. Losing soccer games, failing papers in school, getting picked on because I was gay... that was all dust in the wind, compared to losing Brad.
"I'll try to get them to send me back, Ken, honest," Brad whispered. "I love you. I love you."
Those words. They hurt, and they felt good, and damn it all!! "Brad, I love you..."
"I have to go."
I held him as close as possible. How could I know whether or not this was permanent? The last time I'd see him? "When?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What if the plane crashes? What'll they do, then, huh?" I asked. I glared up at him, forgetting that I was crying. My own tears fell back and stung my eyes, and I buried my nose in his shoulder. "Are they gonna send me compensation? Nothing would make up for... Brad, I don't *want* to let you go..."
"I'll make it safely," Brad assured me. He was always assuring me of everything. It was like he would always know what was going to happen. If he missed a game, and we lost, before I even told him what happened, he would be there, comforting me, telling me that I'd have better luck next time, and, oh, God, telling me how much he loved me.
I felt sick. From my stomach to my throat, my entire body had frozen, and it hurt. He dropped me off at my house, and gave me one last, sweet, lavender-scented kiss. He watched as I climbed back into my room, and I stood at my window as he whispered, "I love you," and drove away.
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Brad, my one true love, was gone. Kase, my best friend, was dead. Yuriko, my other best friend... well, how could I even talk to her? I didn't even have a reason to live anymore. As far as anyone was concerned, Hidaka Ken was dead, too.
"Excuse me..."
I looked up. My new teammate, Tsukiyono Omi, was standing in my doorway. "Yeah?"
He smiled disarmingly. "Manx came by. We've got a mission." I'll never understand how he could say that and still sound cheerful.
Manx. My new boss. She gave me the reasons to continue living. Weiss. I was part of Weiss. It was just me and Omi, then. Manx gave us a mission, and we carried it out.
"Okay." I stood up, sighing.
"What's wrong?" Omi asked.
"Hn? Nothing." I stretched, and followed Omi into the hallway, and down the stairs. At least the living quarters were decent. I should have been happy. Happy that I was alive, happy that the sun was shining, happy that I was working in a flower shop. Hell, I should have been happy just because Omi sent off little gamma-rays of happy, happy, happy! every thirty seconds. But I wasn't. "What's come up?"
"It's a small mission, but important," Omi replied as we reached the basement, where all of our mission materials were stored. "There's going to be a meeting between the leaders of two rings--drugs, and kidnapping. They're considering some sort of partnership. I did some research, and it would be just like these kidnappers to use the drugs to help them with their jobs..." He thrust some papers at me, with photographs attached. I looked them over.
"These two?" I pointed to the two men at the top of one page.
Omi looked over. "Yeah. The meeting's tomorrow. The only reason it's possible for us to get them, is because the meeting is going to be a coffee-shop deal." I grimaced. I had such sweet memories of that one coffee shop, and now I had a whole new opinion of men sitting in the backs of such shops, talking quietly to one another. Brad, I thought, shaking my head, maybe it's better that you're gone. The thought didn't make me feel any better.
"K-Ken?"
I looked up, blinking. "Sorry... yes?"
Omi frowned thoughtfully, chewing on a pencil. Then he shrugged. "Anyhow, we're supposed to monitor the deal--and tape it, of course--and as soon as they've separated, take them out. Each will only have one 'associate,' because any more will make it look suspicious. Does that make sense?"
"Got it," I said. How could this little kid understand all of this? Plan all this? I figured he must have gone through a lot worse than I did... I didn't dare ask him, afraid that maybe he really had. "Anything else?"
"Just one thing," Omi said. "Manx didn't give it to us, but while I was searching..." He shuffled through a few more papers, and pulled up a printout. "We're not the only ones after these guys. There's a private investigator named Kudou Youji, who's been on the trail of the kidnapping ring for a couple of weeks, now. I've read up on some stuff he's solved... Chances are, if Kritiker knows about this coffee-shop deal, Kudou does, too. We'll have to watch out for him."
I nodded. We couldn't let bystanders get hurt. That was rule number one, in Weiss. Protect the innocent. If you can't be them...
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It was so bad of me. I shook, as I walked into that coffee shop. It was just like the one Brad and I had sat in, when he told me I was beautiful. All smells and cheer and white-and-blue tiled floors. But no Brad.
I knew where they would sit. The corner furthest from the door, and most in the shadows. I ordered a small tea and cookie, and took the seat. It would be forty-three minutes before they arrived.
It took me a little while, but I finally found the perfect place to set the minute transceiver that Omi had given me. It was a niche, just under one of the table legs. I flipped the device 'on,' and stuck it in the small crevice. Wandering hands would not be able to dislodge it, and searching hands would not be able to recognize it. Perfect.
I finished my tea and cookie, paid my bill, and left. Omi was waiting for me, across the street. "Is it set?" he asked quietly. I nodded. There was a lump in my throat, again. I could just imagine, someday, I would be setting up a similar transceiver in the same coffee shop that Brad had taken me to...
Brad. It hurt so much to think about him! When I found out that Omi used a lavender-scented shampoo, I nearly cried. I certainly didn't play soccer. Every player in the league knew that Hidaka Ken, the fastest-rising soccer player in J-league, had died in an explosion. Oh, Brad, maybe I did.
I wondered if Brad thought I was dead. And, at the time, I thought, maybe it was better if he did. Brad, I thought, what would you think of your Ken, now? I'm a killer, Brad. I kill people. And I'm paid to do it. Goodbye, Brad.
So much for true love.
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"Ken... Ken, open your eyes."
"Not unless she's stopped moving," I bit out.
"We've got to get out of here, Ken!"
I opened my eyes. The leader of the drug ring was dead--Between Omi's arrow, and my knife, there was no way he was moving on his own, ever again. The kidnappers, however, had gotten away.
Kudou Youji had shown up, with his partner, a young woman. There was a blur... running, yelling, shooting, blood, a scream, more blood... She was in the air, held up by the force of the bullets passing through her body. She fell, and Kudou screamed again.
"What about him?" I asked. Kudou had completely passed out. I could hear sirens in the distance. I may not have been with Weiss long, but I did know that, immediately after a mission, sirens were the last thing you wanted to hear. Being a PI, I was sure Kudou felt the same way.
Omi measured his choices carefully, glancing between the woman's body, the drug lord's body, and the sound of the sirens coming closer. "Grab him," he said. "Grab him, and we'll go."
I picked up Kudou, and threw him across my shoulders. He wasn't injured, so it wouldn't hurt him any further--I was just lucky that he weighed so little. I nodded to Omi, and we disappeared into the back streets and trees, far away from the coffee shop.
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Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
This story is an extremely *sappy*, *angsty*, and undoubtedly *horribly* out-of-character pairing between Brad, my favorite clairvoyant, and Ken, a fellow soccer-player. And I mean SAP, SAP, *SAP*, okay?
I understand that this is one of those "rare" pairings, but, well... I kinda like it!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. Brad+Ken, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Lavender"
-Part Two-
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I knew it. I'd been in love with a man for too long. I was starting to act like a girl. Or maybe I was honestly upset.
"No!" I pouted. I yelled. I whined. "No, no, no!!"
"Ken," Brad pleaded, "Stop! Please!" He pulled me into a tight embrace and held me there. I was strong from soccer, but Brad, my Brad, was so much stronger.
Oh, God, it was tearing me up inside. "You can't," I whispered. "Don't go..." Damn it all, I could feel tears in my eyes. Boys weren't supposed to cry!
"Ken, I'm sorry..." I could tell it was hurting him, too... I wanted to think irrationally. I wanted to think that I should mean more to him than Estet, that no matter what Estet said, he would stay in Japan, with me. But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't give him that kind of guilt, because I loved him too much. I didn't want to hurt him like that.
"B-Brad..." I was really crying, now, and hating it. I hated it because it showed how weak I was, and I knew that Brad was already upset about this all... He'd never seen me cry. Losing soccer games, failing papers in school, getting picked on because I was gay... that was all dust in the wind, compared to losing Brad.
"I'll try to get them to send me back, Ken, honest," Brad whispered. "I love you. I love you."
Those words. They hurt, and they felt good, and damn it all!! "Brad, I love you..."
"I have to go."
I held him as close as possible. How could I know whether or not this was permanent? The last time I'd see him? "When?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What if the plane crashes? What'll they do, then, huh?" I asked. I glared up at him, forgetting that I was crying. My own tears fell back and stung my eyes, and I buried my nose in his shoulder. "Are they gonna send me compensation? Nothing would make up for... Brad, I don't *want* to let you go..."
"I'll make it safely," Brad assured me. He was always assuring me of everything. It was like he would always know what was going to happen. If he missed a game, and we lost, before I even told him what happened, he would be there, comforting me, telling me that I'd have better luck next time, and, oh, God, telling me how much he loved me.
I felt sick. From my stomach to my throat, my entire body had frozen, and it hurt. He dropped me off at my house, and gave me one last, sweet, lavender-scented kiss. He watched as I climbed back into my room, and I stood at my window as he whispered, "I love you," and drove away.
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Brad, my one true love, was gone. Kase, my best friend, was dead. Yuriko, my other best friend... well, how could I even talk to her? I didn't even have a reason to live anymore. As far as anyone was concerned, Hidaka Ken was dead, too.
"Excuse me..."
I looked up. My new teammate, Tsukiyono Omi, was standing in my doorway. "Yeah?"
He smiled disarmingly. "Manx came by. We've got a mission." I'll never understand how he could say that and still sound cheerful.
Manx. My new boss. She gave me the reasons to continue living. Weiss. I was part of Weiss. It was just me and Omi, then. Manx gave us a mission, and we carried it out.
"Okay." I stood up, sighing.
"What's wrong?" Omi asked.
"Hn? Nothing." I stretched, and followed Omi into the hallway, and down the stairs. At least the living quarters were decent. I should have been happy. Happy that I was alive, happy that the sun was shining, happy that I was working in a flower shop. Hell, I should have been happy just because Omi sent off little gamma-rays of happy, happy, happy! every thirty seconds. But I wasn't. "What's come up?"
"It's a small mission, but important," Omi replied as we reached the basement, where all of our mission materials were stored. "There's going to be a meeting between the leaders of two rings--drugs, and kidnapping. They're considering some sort of partnership. I did some research, and it would be just like these kidnappers to use the drugs to help them with their jobs..." He thrust some papers at me, with photographs attached. I looked them over.
"These two?" I pointed to the two men at the top of one page.
Omi looked over. "Yeah. The meeting's tomorrow. The only reason it's possible for us to get them, is because the meeting is going to be a coffee-shop deal." I grimaced. I had such sweet memories of that one coffee shop, and now I had a whole new opinion of men sitting in the backs of such shops, talking quietly to one another. Brad, I thought, shaking my head, maybe it's better that you're gone. The thought didn't make me feel any better.
"K-Ken?"
I looked up, blinking. "Sorry... yes?"
Omi frowned thoughtfully, chewing on a pencil. Then he shrugged. "Anyhow, we're supposed to monitor the deal--and tape it, of course--and as soon as they've separated, take them out. Each will only have one 'associate,' because any more will make it look suspicious. Does that make sense?"
"Got it," I said. How could this little kid understand all of this? Plan all this? I figured he must have gone through a lot worse than I did... I didn't dare ask him, afraid that maybe he really had. "Anything else?"
"Just one thing," Omi said. "Manx didn't give it to us, but while I was searching..." He shuffled through a few more papers, and pulled up a printout. "We're not the only ones after these guys. There's a private investigator named Kudou Youji, who's been on the trail of the kidnapping ring for a couple of weeks, now. I've read up on some stuff he's solved... Chances are, if Kritiker knows about this coffee-shop deal, Kudou does, too. We'll have to watch out for him."
I nodded. We couldn't let bystanders get hurt. That was rule number one, in Weiss. Protect the innocent. If you can't be them...
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It was so bad of me. I shook, as I walked into that coffee shop. It was just like the one Brad and I had sat in, when he told me I was beautiful. All smells and cheer and white-and-blue tiled floors. But no Brad.
I knew where they would sit. The corner furthest from the door, and most in the shadows. I ordered a small tea and cookie, and took the seat. It would be forty-three minutes before they arrived.
It took me a little while, but I finally found the perfect place to set the minute transceiver that Omi had given me. It was a niche, just under one of the table legs. I flipped the device 'on,' and stuck it in the small crevice. Wandering hands would not be able to dislodge it, and searching hands would not be able to recognize it. Perfect.
I finished my tea and cookie, paid my bill, and left. Omi was waiting for me, across the street. "Is it set?" he asked quietly. I nodded. There was a lump in my throat, again. I could just imagine, someday, I would be setting up a similar transceiver in the same coffee shop that Brad had taken me to...
Brad. It hurt so much to think about him! When I found out that Omi used a lavender-scented shampoo, I nearly cried. I certainly didn't play soccer. Every player in the league knew that Hidaka Ken, the fastest-rising soccer player in J-league, had died in an explosion. Oh, Brad, maybe I did.
I wondered if Brad thought I was dead. And, at the time, I thought, maybe it was better if he did. Brad, I thought, what would you think of your Ken, now? I'm a killer, Brad. I kill people. And I'm paid to do it. Goodbye, Brad.
So much for true love.
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"Ken... Ken, open your eyes."
"Not unless she's stopped moving," I bit out.
"We've got to get out of here, Ken!"
I opened my eyes. The leader of the drug ring was dead--Between Omi's arrow, and my knife, there was no way he was moving on his own, ever again. The kidnappers, however, had gotten away.
Kudou Youji had shown up, with his partner, a young woman. There was a blur... running, yelling, shooting, blood, a scream, more blood... She was in the air, held up by the force of the bullets passing through her body. She fell, and Kudou screamed again.
"What about him?" I asked. Kudou had completely passed out. I could hear sirens in the distance. I may not have been with Weiss long, but I did know that, immediately after a mission, sirens were the last thing you wanted to hear. Being a PI, I was sure Kudou felt the same way.
Omi measured his choices carefully, glancing between the woman's body, the drug lord's body, and the sound of the sirens coming closer. "Grab him," he said. "Grab him, and we'll go."
I picked up Kudou, and threw him across my shoulders. He wasn't injured, so it wouldn't hurt him any further--I was just lucky that he weighed so little. I nodded to Omi, and we disappeared into the back streets and trees, far away from the coffee shop.
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