The sun gradually began to set along the horizon and dusk scroll across the sky like a blanket of snow. The business at Kitten in the House had pretty died down from the busy hours during the afternoon.
It was pretty much the usual. The youngster, Omi was busy with the computer and surfing the net. Ken, the hot head of the bunch was flipping through the television looking for a decent soccer game that was airing. And the playboy, Yohji had set his schedule to one of his many dates with and likely to get drunk on the way home.
That left Aya. There wasn't much left for him to do besides finding things to do. The red-head looked around him. Things were already too tidy to lay a finger on; it would be quite stupid just to make a mess and clean it up again.
Why not visit Aya-chan at the hospital?
Since the other guys were pretty much busy with their own things. And he was the only left with nothing. The others probably won't mind him taking off for a couple of minutes. Aya rose from the chair he was sitting upon for hours. He picked up his jacket from the coat rack and his katana for emergencies. Then he headed out to his car and drove to the hospital.
He arrived to the hospital in no time in his white sport car. The red-head jerked out of his car and went inside the main enterance of clinc. Inside the hospital was silence; most of the patients were resting quietly. Aya headed down the long white hallway to his sister's room where she had been resting in a coma.
Several hours passed.
The redhead finally came out from the room. Just then something hard strike down behind his neck. What the -- ? His body jolted and then collapsed onto the cold concrete floor.
THUD!
Aya moaned while his vision blurred. He then slowly drifted into a deep slumber.
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The atmosphere was dark and dimmed. White blinds in the room remained closed for the time being. And there were only one lamp next to a computer and quite number of hard-covered books on top of a red-wood desk You could tell the guy was a brainer and a computer nerd.
Where was he?
Aya's eyes fluttered as he began coming to consicious. How long had he been knocked out? He found himself lying on the flat side of his belly on a couch or something comfortable to begin with. He still felt groggily and having a hard time adjusting his vision and the room itself. Nothing looked ordinary in his eyes.
And why was he here?
Aya kept in silence. He could hear foot steps slowly walking towards this direction. It grew louder and louder and louder. The door slowly creeked open and the man stood there while his spectacles flickered off the lighting from the lamp.
To Aya he didn't look familar at first. It wouldn't have been that dead geeser Takatori Reiji; he wouldn't be so kind to set up a place like this for his guests? Or would he?
The man had black hair, glasses and was well dress no matter what situation he was in. He wore a light-yellow creamed suit over a blue long sleeved shirt with a green tie to match it up. To end it off he meant business. He then entered the room and directed towards his desk.
It was Crawford. Brad Crawford.
Aya cursed at the cruel bastard. The Schwarz leader himself had brought him here. He was about the unleash his katana but so far he hadn't done anything harmful at the moment for him to do so. He gaze at the American long and cold.
Crawford gave a light smirk. He remain standing while taking his time and freed the blinds from being sealed. He watched the red-head, the unproclaimed leader of Weiss in return.
Aya flitched his eyes while the strong light escasped though the room.
What did the American oracle want? It still didn't explain why he was here?
It was pretty much the usual. The youngster, Omi was busy with the computer and surfing the net. Ken, the hot head of the bunch was flipping through the television looking for a decent soccer game that was airing. And the playboy, Yohji had set his schedule to one of his many dates with and likely to get drunk on the way home.
That left Aya. There wasn't much left for him to do besides finding things to do. The red-head looked around him. Things were already too tidy to lay a finger on; it would be quite stupid just to make a mess and clean it up again.
Why not visit Aya-chan at the hospital?
Since the other guys were pretty much busy with their own things. And he was the only left with nothing. The others probably won't mind him taking off for a couple of minutes. Aya rose from the chair he was sitting upon for hours. He picked up his jacket from the coat rack and his katana for emergencies. Then he headed out to his car and drove to the hospital.
He arrived to the hospital in no time in his white sport car. The red-head jerked out of his car and went inside the main enterance of clinc. Inside the hospital was silence; most of the patients were resting quietly. Aya headed down the long white hallway to his sister's room where she had been resting in a coma.
Several hours passed.
The redhead finally came out from the room. Just then something hard strike down behind his neck. What the -- ? His body jolted and then collapsed onto the cold concrete floor.
THUD!
Aya moaned while his vision blurred. He then slowly drifted into a deep slumber.
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The atmosphere was dark and dimmed. White blinds in the room remained closed for the time being. And there were only one lamp next to a computer and quite number of hard-covered books on top of a red-wood desk You could tell the guy was a brainer and a computer nerd.
Where was he?
Aya's eyes fluttered as he began coming to consicious. How long had he been knocked out? He found himself lying on the flat side of his belly on a couch or something comfortable to begin with. He still felt groggily and having a hard time adjusting his vision and the room itself. Nothing looked ordinary in his eyes.
And why was he here?
Aya kept in silence. He could hear foot steps slowly walking towards this direction. It grew louder and louder and louder. The door slowly creeked open and the man stood there while his spectacles flickered off the lighting from the lamp.
To Aya he didn't look familar at first. It wouldn't have been that dead geeser Takatori Reiji; he wouldn't be so kind to set up a place like this for his guests? Or would he?
The man had black hair, glasses and was well dress no matter what situation he was in. He wore a light-yellow creamed suit over a blue long sleeved shirt with a green tie to match it up. To end it off he meant business. He then entered the room and directed towards his desk.
It was Crawford. Brad Crawford.
Aya cursed at the cruel bastard. The Schwarz leader himself had brought him here. He was about the unleash his katana but so far he hadn't done anything harmful at the moment for him to do so. He gaze at the American long and cold.
Crawford gave a light smirk. He remain standing while taking his time and freed the blinds from being sealed. He watched the red-head, the unproclaimed leader of Weiss in return.
Aya flitched his eyes while the strong light escasped though the room.
What did the American oracle want? It still didn't explain why he was here?