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"
-The Best Laid Plans...-
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Knowing that you have two weeks of boredom ahead of you makes you think. You think about what you did, and why you did it. You think about what you're going to do, and why you're going to do it. And then you sleep a lot.
Omi. My *world* was Omi. I sketched pictures of him in my notebooks. I thought about him at least three times a minute. I was obsessed. But I was thwarted.
Omi didn't want me.
Omi didn't want me, because I was Schwarz.
I *wanted* Omi.
I wanted to tell Omi that I loved him, too.
I wanted to tell Omi that I loved him, and I wanted him not to tell me to leave.
But as long as I was Schwarz, Omi would tell me to leave.
...As long as I was Schwarz...
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"What is it, Nagi?" Crawford asked, typing away at his computer. It was around eight o'clock at night, and it was the first time I had come down from my room since having been sentenced to spend two weeks in the house.
Schu raised an eyebrow, as if waiting to read my thoughts. Farfarello spat on a sharpening stone and expertly touched up the edges of a short dagger. I thought that perhaps they had a right to hear what I was going to say to Crawford.
"Do you remember what I said, three days ago?" I asked Crawford quietly. "I'm in love with Omi."
I heard Farfarello's small grunt of surprise, and an amused mental chuckle from Schu.
Crawford stopped typing. He turned to face me. "I remember."
"I care about Omi very much," I went on. I was nervous, but I had to say this. "More than anything else."
I felt a jolt from Schu as he read my next thought. "More than Schwarz," I said. "I care about Omi more than Schwarz."
Crawford's eyes were blank as he looked into mine. "Do you know what you're saying, Nagi?" he asked me.
I nodded. "I... I'm no longer part of Schwarz," I said. I was shaking. Schwarz was all I knew... it was my life. Schwarz was my family. But not any longer. Not if it kept me from Omi.
"We can consider you a traitor," Crawford pointed out.
"I don't care."
"What do you have to gain, by leaving Schwarz?" Crawford asked.
A small smile crept onto my face. All I wanted. I would gain all I wanted.
"Omi."
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~Calm down, Chibi,~ Schu told me. ~If you shake any more, you're going to fall apart.~
~Very funny.~ I distracted myself from what I knew was going to happen by thinking about Crawford's plan.
Crawford had been gone for six days. The last time we saw him, Siberian had struck him in the neck, and he had collapsed. Schu order a retreat, and we left without him. Schu contacted the remains of Estet, and informed them that Crawford had been lost during an encounter with Weiss. Less than a day later, Schu assured Farfarello and myself that Crawford was alive, and safe.
So far, so good.
I thought back to when Schu had begun to tease me about what he called my 'infatuation' with Omi. He had mentioned that 'Brad had the same problem.'
Siberian. Hidaka Ken. Crawford was in love with Weiss, too. I was shocked when I found out, but not as suspicious as I would have been a year earlier, before I fell in love with Omi. And Crawford *did* have the same problem I had--Siberian would not accept a member of Schwarz.
Crawford's plan would put an end to Schwarz.
Slowly but surely, all four of us were to disappear during dangerous scenarios. Any witnesses--and whoever remained of Schwarz at the time--would honestly be able to say that they had seen one man attacked. And that man would not return--presumably dead.
Crawford was 'dead,' so to speak. As far as Estet knew, Crawford was out of the picture. In Estet's eyes, I was young and foolish, and therefore, I would most likely be killed in an accident, next. Farfarello would come after me. Schuldich, in an 'attempt to realign himself with Estet' would get caught in a crossfire, and 'die.'
Estet was falling apart. They didn't have the resources to confirm anything.
The plan was crazy.
Crawford said it would work, and he would know.
So, I was waiting at the docks. I was waiting for Weiss to come. They had a mission from their former employer, Kritiker, to kill Schwarz. As far as Kritiker knew, Crawford was dead. I was to be the next target.
~They're here,~ Schu said. ~Farfarello... go East.~
There was a small rustle from some nearby foliage, and I heard Siberian's voice.
"They're here," Siberian said. "Movement just behind--" He was cut off with a yell as Farfarello attacked. That was my cue to move. I ran out from behind my station by a boat, trying to get closer to the dock-house. Thinking from a Schwarz viewpoint, I would be able to see all of Weiss from there, and halt their attack.
Farfarello tumbled Siberian into the water as they wrestled for control of Siberian's weapon. Schu stayed hidden.
Before I reached the dock-house, someone jumped down behind me. "Payback for last time," Balinese growled, and I cried out in shock as silver wire flashed in front of my eyes.
The wire settled loosely around my neck and shoulders, and I fell backwards, onto Balinese. "Got him!" Balinese called out. "I got the telekinetic!!"
"Farfarello, get back!" I heard Schu yell. "Leave him alone, let's get out of here!" It sounded horribly staged, but it would work.
"Omi's gonna kill me for this, later," Balinese grumbled. I felt something strike the back of my head, and...
It's black.
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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*
---
"Honey"
-The Best Laid Plans...-
---
Knowing that you have two weeks of boredom ahead of you makes you think. You think about what you did, and why you did it. You think about what you're going to do, and why you're going to do it. And then you sleep a lot.
Omi. My *world* was Omi. I sketched pictures of him in my notebooks. I thought about him at least three times a minute. I was obsessed. But I was thwarted.
Omi didn't want me.
Omi didn't want me, because I was Schwarz.
I *wanted* Omi.
I wanted to tell Omi that I loved him, too.
I wanted to tell Omi that I loved him, and I wanted him not to tell me to leave.
But as long as I was Schwarz, Omi would tell me to leave.
...As long as I was Schwarz...
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"What is it, Nagi?" Crawford asked, typing away at his computer. It was around eight o'clock at night, and it was the first time I had come down from my room since having been sentenced to spend two weeks in the house.
Schu raised an eyebrow, as if waiting to read my thoughts. Farfarello spat on a sharpening stone and expertly touched up the edges of a short dagger. I thought that perhaps they had a right to hear what I was going to say to Crawford.
"Do you remember what I said, three days ago?" I asked Crawford quietly. "I'm in love with Omi."
I heard Farfarello's small grunt of surprise, and an amused mental chuckle from Schu.
Crawford stopped typing. He turned to face me. "I remember."
"I care about Omi very much," I went on. I was nervous, but I had to say this. "More than anything else."
I felt a jolt from Schu as he read my next thought. "More than Schwarz," I said. "I care about Omi more than Schwarz."
Crawford's eyes were blank as he looked into mine. "Do you know what you're saying, Nagi?" he asked me.
I nodded. "I... I'm no longer part of Schwarz," I said. I was shaking. Schwarz was all I knew... it was my life. Schwarz was my family. But not any longer. Not if it kept me from Omi.
"We can consider you a traitor," Crawford pointed out.
"I don't care."
"What do you have to gain, by leaving Schwarz?" Crawford asked.
A small smile crept onto my face. All I wanted. I would gain all I wanted.
"Omi."
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~Calm down, Chibi,~ Schu told me. ~If you shake any more, you're going to fall apart.~
~Very funny.~ I distracted myself from what I knew was going to happen by thinking about Crawford's plan.
Crawford had been gone for six days. The last time we saw him, Siberian had struck him in the neck, and he had collapsed. Schu order a retreat, and we left without him. Schu contacted the remains of Estet, and informed them that Crawford had been lost during an encounter with Weiss. Less than a day later, Schu assured Farfarello and myself that Crawford was alive, and safe.
So far, so good.
I thought back to when Schu had begun to tease me about what he called my 'infatuation' with Omi. He had mentioned that 'Brad had the same problem.'
Siberian. Hidaka Ken. Crawford was in love with Weiss, too. I was shocked when I found out, but not as suspicious as I would have been a year earlier, before I fell in love with Omi. And Crawford *did* have the same problem I had--Siberian would not accept a member of Schwarz.
Crawford's plan would put an end to Schwarz.
Slowly but surely, all four of us were to disappear during dangerous scenarios. Any witnesses--and whoever remained of Schwarz at the time--would honestly be able to say that they had seen one man attacked. And that man would not return--presumably dead.
Crawford was 'dead,' so to speak. As far as Estet knew, Crawford was out of the picture. In Estet's eyes, I was young and foolish, and therefore, I would most likely be killed in an accident, next. Farfarello would come after me. Schuldich, in an 'attempt to realign himself with Estet' would get caught in a crossfire, and 'die.'
Estet was falling apart. They didn't have the resources to confirm anything.
The plan was crazy.
Crawford said it would work, and he would know.
So, I was waiting at the docks. I was waiting for Weiss to come. They had a mission from their former employer, Kritiker, to kill Schwarz. As far as Kritiker knew, Crawford was dead. I was to be the next target.
~They're here,~ Schu said. ~Farfarello... go East.~
There was a small rustle from some nearby foliage, and I heard Siberian's voice.
"They're here," Siberian said. "Movement just behind--" He was cut off with a yell as Farfarello attacked. That was my cue to move. I ran out from behind my station by a boat, trying to get closer to the dock-house. Thinking from a Schwarz viewpoint, I would be able to see all of Weiss from there, and halt their attack.
Farfarello tumbled Siberian into the water as they wrestled for control of Siberian's weapon. Schu stayed hidden.
Before I reached the dock-house, someone jumped down behind me. "Payback for last time," Balinese growled, and I cried out in shock as silver wire flashed in front of my eyes.
The wire settled loosely around my neck and shoulders, and I fell backwards, onto Balinese. "Got him!" Balinese called out. "I got the telekinetic!!"
"Farfarello, get back!" I heard Schu yell. "Leave him alone, let's get out of here!" It sounded horribly staged, but it would work.
"Omi's gonna kill me for this, later," Balinese grumbled. I felt something strike the back of my head, and...
It's black.
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