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.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, language, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reached lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, 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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"Honey"
-Omi and Me; Best Enemies-
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"Oh, fu~u~uck..." I groaned as consciousness slowly unveiled over me. Even as reality came to me, I tried to assess my position: Concrete floor, so I wasn't in my room. I wasn't where I lived. Where else could I be?
Oh, of course. The mission... in the office. No, there was carpet there, too. So I wasn't there, either.
Explosion. Ah, I remembered.
"Don't move."
"Eh?" I blinked my eyes and tried to focus. There was someone else there... the voice was familiar, at least. I turned my head until a human form came into view. Honey-blond hair. Bombay--the boy who was Tsukiyono Omi, in my Calculus class. "Eh... 'sh you," I slurred, my voice not working correctly, yet.
Bombay had something pressed up against my neck, and I figured it was probably some sort of dart. I didn't know if the dart was poison, or just a tranquilizer. I lay still.
"You're going to get us out of here," Bombay said in a hushed voice, his eyes cold.
"Nn...gerroffame..." I tried to push him away with my arm, but it wouldn't move properly. I had so little physical strength as it was... I felt like I was trying to move in a thick pudding. The dart pressed a little more against my neck. I could feel that it was just the flat of the needle, but if he angled it any little bit... "Leggo."
"Break the door and then I'll let you go," Bombay said.
Well, that made sense to me. I figured I should probably be breaking Bombay, instead, but breaking the door would probably be a better idea... my head hurt. I couldn't deal with killing, right then. "...Okay."
Without moving the dart needle from my neck, I felt an arm lift me until I was sitting. Now that I could see the room, I could see that we were in a cramped cell. There was a heavy door just in front of me. I figured I had simply been tossed in head-first, and left that way until I woke up.
"Just break the door, and we'll both leave quietly," Bombay hissed. "I shouldn't be letting you go."
I spared him a tired glance. "You jush--jus' need me fer bra-bracken th' door," I managed to say. He raised a suspicious eyebrow, and I wondered why I couldn't talk right. I focused on the door.
"Well?"
I squinted. The door was still standing? It should have fallen to the ground in millions of splinters, but... I tried again. "'S... 's not workin'," I mumbled.
"What?!"
I felt the flat of the needle pressing harder, and I realized what was wrong. "Drugh," I said. "Dr-ughed.
The dart pulled away slightly. "Drugged?"
My eyelids were so heavy... "Drugh... me. Can't... not tekinah...telil... not tenikal... got drughs." My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, and I could not pronounce the words I wanted to say.
"You... can't do anything?" was the last I heard from Bombay before I slipped into blackness.
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"Well, you shouldn't have made me sit up."
"Idiot. If you hadn't kept us all in that office, we wouldn't be here, right now."
"Gimmie the fuckin' washcloth!" I snatched the cloth from Bombay's hands, and set to trying to fight off the drug with cold water. I had no idea how long it would last, but washing my face seemed to make the headache recede. At least we *had* a washcloth. The cell was empty except for the bottle of water.
Bombay snorted. "What a mess." He slumped against one wall of our prison, his elbows propped up on his knees. He glared across at me. "You're lucky you're the telekinetic, or you'd be dead right now."
"Hn." I dipped the washcloth back into the bottle of water. "You're lucky I'm stoned off my head," I retorted. "Otherwise you'd be the one tryin' to pick up his own pieces."
That shut him up, because he knew I was right. He may have had a need for me, to get him out of there, but I had absolutely no use for him.
We were both quiet for a long time, waiting for our captor to show themselves. It must have been hours that we sat silently in the dim cell, glaring at each other. The drug never relented for a moment, though I continuously tried to break down the door, or move the tiny pebbles on the floor. Nothing.
There was a clicking, and Bombay tensed. The door to our cell started to open. Bombay reached into his jacket, and pulled out three darts.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" There was a *pop*, and something small shot into Bombay's hand. He gave a small grunt, and dropped his darts, clutching his injured arm. "That's better."
"N-nn..." Bombay groaned, and rolled over on the floor in front of me. His face contorted in pain. I wondered what had hit him.
"Just another shot of what I gave you," our captor said, and I realized that I knew who was speaking. I had seen and heard him before. I glared up into the face of Taketori Masafumi.
"Bastard," I spat. Bombay had stopped moaning, and was lying limply on the floor, his breathing slow.
Masafumi laughed. "You're just here for observation purposes, Naoe," he smirked. "I'm sure Father won't mind. It was such a treat to get a telekinetic for a lab rat."
Somehow, I managed to lift myself to my feet. "I'm no lab ra--" I was cut off by a shot in my shoulder. As I sank back to the floor, I heard the cell door shut behind me, accompanied by Masafumi's ugly laugh.
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When I came to, it was because there was cold water dripping in my eyes. "Ehh..."
"Y'r a dead weight... y'know that?"
I snapped my eyes open. Bombay's sopping wet face was upside down over mine. "Fuck you," I said clearly.
"Shaddup."
I closed my eyes again as Bombay lifted the washcloth back over my face. He dropped it right over my eyes.
"Hey!"
I could almost see him snicker, but I couldn't get my arm to work enough to pull the cloth out of my face. I hate to think that he eventually took pity on me, because he picked up the cloth, and started wiping my face.
"What is that stuff?" he asked, staring at the wall. He meant the drug.
"Th' Hehw ihw Ah now," I mumbled around the washcloth.
"Eh?" He looked down and realized that he'd been unconsciously trying to wash my mouth. "Nn. Sorry."
"Yeah, right."
"That guy... he's Taketori's son, right?"
I was a bit leary about Bombay asking me questions, but I figured it was harmless. "Yeah. Masafumi."
"He's a jerk," Bombay spat. I agreed, but I said nothing. Bombay wrinkled his nose. "Get up."
It took me a moment, but I managed to lever myself into a sitting position. I glanced back at him, and saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Something seemed... I had been laying down... from this distance I would have... had my head... in his... lap?!
Without saying anything, I moved up against a wall, and adjusted until I had found a semi-comfortable position. Bombay moved back to his wall, and we resumed glaring at each other.
It looked like it was going to be a long stay.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Taketori Masafumi... don't know the guy, and don't know what he's all about. Like I said, I've only read the fanfictions--I haven't seen or read the series. I needed a scapegoat who's known for stupidity, cruelty, and crazy experiments. Thus my choice...
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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.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, language, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reached lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, 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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"Honey"
-Omi and Me; Best Enemies-
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"Oh, fu~u~uck..." I groaned as consciousness slowly unveiled over me. Even as reality came to me, I tried to assess my position: Concrete floor, so I wasn't in my room. I wasn't where I lived. Where else could I be?
Oh, of course. The mission... in the office. No, there was carpet there, too. So I wasn't there, either.
Explosion. Ah, I remembered.
"Don't move."
"Eh?" I blinked my eyes and tried to focus. There was someone else there... the voice was familiar, at least. I turned my head until a human form came into view. Honey-blond hair. Bombay--the boy who was Tsukiyono Omi, in my Calculus class. "Eh... 'sh you," I slurred, my voice not working correctly, yet.
Bombay had something pressed up against my neck, and I figured it was probably some sort of dart. I didn't know if the dart was poison, or just a tranquilizer. I lay still.
"You're going to get us out of here," Bombay said in a hushed voice, his eyes cold.
"Nn...gerroffame..." I tried to push him away with my arm, but it wouldn't move properly. I had so little physical strength as it was... I felt like I was trying to move in a thick pudding. The dart pressed a little more against my neck. I could feel that it was just the flat of the needle, but if he angled it any little bit... "Leggo."
"Break the door and then I'll let you go," Bombay said.
Well, that made sense to me. I figured I should probably be breaking Bombay, instead, but breaking the door would probably be a better idea... my head hurt. I couldn't deal with killing, right then. "...Okay."
Without moving the dart needle from my neck, I felt an arm lift me until I was sitting. Now that I could see the room, I could see that we were in a cramped cell. There was a heavy door just in front of me. I figured I had simply been tossed in head-first, and left that way until I woke up.
"Just break the door, and we'll both leave quietly," Bombay hissed. "I shouldn't be letting you go."
I spared him a tired glance. "You jush--jus' need me fer bra-bracken th' door," I managed to say. He raised a suspicious eyebrow, and I wondered why I couldn't talk right. I focused on the door.
"Well?"
I squinted. The door was still standing? It should have fallen to the ground in millions of splinters, but... I tried again. "'S... 's not workin'," I mumbled.
"What?!"
I felt the flat of the needle pressing harder, and I realized what was wrong. "Drugh," I said. "Dr-ughed.
The dart pulled away slightly. "Drugged?"
My eyelids were so heavy... "Drugh... me. Can't... not tekinah...telil... not tenikal... got drughs." My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, and I could not pronounce the words I wanted to say.
"You... can't do anything?" was the last I heard from Bombay before I slipped into blackness.
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"Well, you shouldn't have made me sit up."
"Idiot. If you hadn't kept us all in that office, we wouldn't be here, right now."
"Gimmie the fuckin' washcloth!" I snatched the cloth from Bombay's hands, and set to trying to fight off the drug with cold water. I had no idea how long it would last, but washing my face seemed to make the headache recede. At least we *had* a washcloth. The cell was empty except for the bottle of water.
Bombay snorted. "What a mess." He slumped against one wall of our prison, his elbows propped up on his knees. He glared across at me. "You're lucky you're the telekinetic, or you'd be dead right now."
"Hn." I dipped the washcloth back into the bottle of water. "You're lucky I'm stoned off my head," I retorted. "Otherwise you'd be the one tryin' to pick up his own pieces."
That shut him up, because he knew I was right. He may have had a need for me, to get him out of there, but I had absolutely no use for him.
We were both quiet for a long time, waiting for our captor to show themselves. It must have been hours that we sat silently in the dim cell, glaring at each other. The drug never relented for a moment, though I continuously tried to break down the door, or move the tiny pebbles on the floor. Nothing.
There was a clicking, and Bombay tensed. The door to our cell started to open. Bombay reached into his jacket, and pulled out three darts.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" There was a *pop*, and something small shot into Bombay's hand. He gave a small grunt, and dropped his darts, clutching his injured arm. "That's better."
"N-nn..." Bombay groaned, and rolled over on the floor in front of me. His face contorted in pain. I wondered what had hit him.
"Just another shot of what I gave you," our captor said, and I realized that I knew who was speaking. I had seen and heard him before. I glared up into the face of Taketori Masafumi.
"Bastard," I spat. Bombay had stopped moaning, and was lying limply on the floor, his breathing slow.
Masafumi laughed. "You're just here for observation purposes, Naoe," he smirked. "I'm sure Father won't mind. It was such a treat to get a telekinetic for a lab rat."
Somehow, I managed to lift myself to my feet. "I'm no lab ra--" I was cut off by a shot in my shoulder. As I sank back to the floor, I heard the cell door shut behind me, accompanied by Masafumi's ugly laugh.
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When I came to, it was because there was cold water dripping in my eyes. "Ehh..."
"Y'r a dead weight... y'know that?"
I snapped my eyes open. Bombay's sopping wet face was upside down over mine. "Fuck you," I said clearly.
"Shaddup."
I closed my eyes again as Bombay lifted the washcloth back over my face. He dropped it right over my eyes.
"Hey!"
I could almost see him snicker, but I couldn't get my arm to work enough to pull the cloth out of my face. I hate to think that he eventually took pity on me, because he picked up the cloth, and started wiping my face.
"What is that stuff?" he asked, staring at the wall. He meant the drug.
"Th' Hehw ihw Ah now," I mumbled around the washcloth.
"Eh?" He looked down and realized that he'd been unconsciously trying to wash my mouth. "Nn. Sorry."
"Yeah, right."
"That guy... he's Taketori's son, right?"
I was a bit leary about Bombay asking me questions, but I figured it was harmless. "Yeah. Masafumi."
"He's a jerk," Bombay spat. I agreed, but I said nothing. Bombay wrinkled his nose. "Get up."
It took me a moment, but I managed to lever myself into a sitting position. I glanced back at him, and saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Something seemed... I had been laying down... from this distance I would have... had my head... in his... lap?!
Without saying anything, I moved up against a wall, and adjusted until I had found a semi-comfortable position. Bombay moved back to his wall, and we resumed glaring at each other.
It looked like it was going to be a long stay.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Taketori Masafumi... don't know the guy, and don't know what he's all about. Like I said, I've only read the fanfictions--I haven't seen or read the series. I needed a scapegoat who's known for stupidity, cruelty, and crazy experiments. Thus my choice...
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