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, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach 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"
-Out of the Frying Pan...-
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"You knew Masafumi wanted a psychic for testing, didn't you?" I cut in.
"Well, I never asked..."
"Schu!"
"Of course I knew, brat!" Schu spat back at me. "That guy's a creep of the worst order. If Taketori wouldn't tan my hide again, I'd--"
"What happened next?" I asked, settling back against the couch.
Schu bristled, but he went on with the story. "It took Brad and I an entire day to track down Masafumi's latest lab... we had to resort to supply delivery schedules, seeing as we were missing our hacker."
I smirked. Even Brad admits it--they're lost without me.
Schu snorted. ~Don't you wish. We rescued you, didn't we?~
I scowled. ~Get out of my head.~
The corner of Schu's mouth twitched. ~Don't *I* wish.~ It took me a moment before I remembered that Schu had no control over hearing other people's thoughts--he just did. No wonder he acted the way he did--I'd have gone crazy a long time before.
"...Back to the story," Schu sighed. "We tracked down Masafumi's lab, and left a... note, for Weiss."
Well, that would explain why they were there to pick up Omi.
~Yes, it would.~ "We came to get you that night... Brad told us we could kill anyone *except* Masafumi."
"Shoulda let you kill the bastard."
Schu nodded. "That's what I said, but I don't think Brad has any great love of golf clubs, either."
"Hn."
"So, we came in, and Brad told me to find where you were, how you were doing..."
"Ah."
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I remember the first sign of Schwarz's presence.
Omi and I had taken to using rocks and drawing designs in the dirt, to trade radio designs and electronic system maps.
Omi was telling me about a radio show he had attended. "...And one guy was powering his *entire* rig... about ten radios, antennas and all... from a truck-full of potatoes."
I raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Linked with magnesium and copper wires?"
"Uh-huh!" Omi nodded. "Like one of those potato-clocks, only on a much bigger scale. He was talking to people in Africa, in Europe... I helped him set the time and tracking device on a small satellite dish to track the space station."
That really caught my interest. "I've been trying to do that for a long time," I said. "How do you set the satellite dish to track an object that isn't moving parallel to the ecliptic plane?"
"Easy, Nagi," Omi said, grinning. He leaned over to start drawing in the dirt again, but sat up suddenly. "Schuldich!"
"Huh?" I looked around. There was a faint buzzing in my head, and I recognized it as Schu's presense. Why hadn't he contacted me, first, though...?
"I don't know," Omi said, looking at the wall. "He's here." Oh, he was talking to Schu, of course... "I don't know... I don't know, I've never been out of the cell... He's been drugged."
After a moment, Omi put his hand on my shoulder. It was another few seconds before the buzzing cleared up, and I could hear Schu's thoughts.
~Ah. There. Where'd you get the high, and why aren't you sharing?~ I blinked. The thoughts seemed to be coming from Omi... that was how Schu could contact me while I was stoned through.
~It wasn't my choice. And you don't get any kind of decent high off this stuff,~ I thought back at him. ~We're in the basement. I've got enough drugs in my body to supply a pharmacy. I can't do *anything*~
~I have some darts,~ Omi supplied. ~As long as I can get out of here, I can help.~
~Weiss is just outside, looking for a way in,~ Schu replied. ~I recommend you both stand away from the door.~
It was another minute before we heard footsteps outside our cell. I heard a muffled, "Stan' back!"
"It's Farf!" I realized. I pulled Omi out of the way, and shoved him up against the wall just as an explosion blew away the door, and a good section of the surrounding concrete.
"You shouldn't let him have explosives," Omi said weakly, surveying the damage as the dust settled.
"Nagi!" Schu strode into the cell, but stopped. "Ah, sorry," he smirked. "Didn't realize we were interrupting."
I blinked at him, then looked back at Omi... who was very close, considering the way I had pushed him against the wall before the detonation. I realized what that must have looked like, to a bystander.
"Looks like the kitty's turning red," Farfarello chuckled, walking in. He was right; Omi was blushing scarlet.
"Let's go," Schu said, beckoning to me. "Bombay... you may want to find your friends before they bring the entire laboratory down on your head... They've made it to the second floor."
We started to walk away. I spared a glance back, and saw Omi looking at me. He waved, and then ran down the hall in the opposite direction.
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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, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach 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"
-Out of the Frying Pan...-
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"You knew Masafumi wanted a psychic for testing, didn't you?" I cut in.
"Well, I never asked..."
"Schu!"
"Of course I knew, brat!" Schu spat back at me. "That guy's a creep of the worst order. If Taketori wouldn't tan my hide again, I'd--"
"What happened next?" I asked, settling back against the couch.
Schu bristled, but he went on with the story. "It took Brad and I an entire day to track down Masafumi's latest lab... we had to resort to supply delivery schedules, seeing as we were missing our hacker."
I smirked. Even Brad admits it--they're lost without me.
Schu snorted. ~Don't you wish. We rescued you, didn't we?~
I scowled. ~Get out of my head.~
The corner of Schu's mouth twitched. ~Don't *I* wish.~ It took me a moment before I remembered that Schu had no control over hearing other people's thoughts--he just did. No wonder he acted the way he did--I'd have gone crazy a long time before.
"...Back to the story," Schu sighed. "We tracked down Masafumi's lab, and left a... note, for Weiss."
Well, that would explain why they were there to pick up Omi.
~Yes, it would.~ "We came to get you that night... Brad told us we could kill anyone *except* Masafumi."
"Shoulda let you kill the bastard."
Schu nodded. "That's what I said, but I don't think Brad has any great love of golf clubs, either."
"Hn."
"So, we came in, and Brad told me to find where you were, how you were doing..."
"Ah."
---
I remember the first sign of Schwarz's presence.
Omi and I had taken to using rocks and drawing designs in the dirt, to trade radio designs and electronic system maps.
Omi was telling me about a radio show he had attended. "...And one guy was powering his *entire* rig... about ten radios, antennas and all... from a truck-full of potatoes."
I raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Linked with magnesium and copper wires?"
"Uh-huh!" Omi nodded. "Like one of those potato-clocks, only on a much bigger scale. He was talking to people in Africa, in Europe... I helped him set the time and tracking device on a small satellite dish to track the space station."
That really caught my interest. "I've been trying to do that for a long time," I said. "How do you set the satellite dish to track an object that isn't moving parallel to the ecliptic plane?"
"Easy, Nagi," Omi said, grinning. He leaned over to start drawing in the dirt again, but sat up suddenly. "Schuldich!"
"Huh?" I looked around. There was a faint buzzing in my head, and I recognized it as Schu's presense. Why hadn't he contacted me, first, though...?
"I don't know," Omi said, looking at the wall. "He's here." Oh, he was talking to Schu, of course... "I don't know... I don't know, I've never been out of the cell... He's been drugged."
After a moment, Omi put his hand on my shoulder. It was another few seconds before the buzzing cleared up, and I could hear Schu's thoughts.
~Ah. There. Where'd you get the high, and why aren't you sharing?~ I blinked. The thoughts seemed to be coming from Omi... that was how Schu could contact me while I was stoned through.
~It wasn't my choice. And you don't get any kind of decent high off this stuff,~ I thought back at him. ~We're in the basement. I've got enough drugs in my body to supply a pharmacy. I can't do *anything*~
~I have some darts,~ Omi supplied. ~As long as I can get out of here, I can help.~
~Weiss is just outside, looking for a way in,~ Schu replied. ~I recommend you both stand away from the door.~
It was another minute before we heard footsteps outside our cell. I heard a muffled, "Stan' back!"
"It's Farf!" I realized. I pulled Omi out of the way, and shoved him up against the wall just as an explosion blew away the door, and a good section of the surrounding concrete.
"You shouldn't let him have explosives," Omi said weakly, surveying the damage as the dust settled.
"Nagi!" Schu strode into the cell, but stopped. "Ah, sorry," he smirked. "Didn't realize we were interrupting."
I blinked at him, then looked back at Omi... who was very close, considering the way I had pushed him against the wall before the detonation. I realized what that must have looked like, to a bystander.
"Looks like the kitty's turning red," Farfarello chuckled, walking in. He was right; Omi was blushing scarlet.
"Let's go," Schu said, beckoning to me. "Bombay... you may want to find your friends before they bring the entire laboratory down on your head... They've made it to the second floor."
We started to walk away. I spared a glance back, and saw Omi looking at me. He waved, and then ran down the hall in the opposite direction.
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