Neues Erzeugung
Author: Shura
Rated: PG-13
Spoliers: Lots.
Warning: Original character, chance of shounen-ai.
Note: This takes after the Dramatic Precious CDs.
Chapter 3 - Einfache Wörter
*****
A sharp, piercing voice echoed through the empty flower shop, accompanied by an icy violet glare. The tone of voice showed the displeasure its owner felt.
"What did you say?" Evidently, the owner of the voice was Fujimiya Ran - also known as iceman.
The poor victim of the glare was Hidaka Ken, who sat at the laptop set up on the table. At the reaction he received upon spreading the news, he winced, peering up at their former leader. He was impressed with himself how often he dealt with the man's attitude problem. He never knew he was so tolerant.
Anyway…pushing the thought aside, he proceeded to repeat his words as he saw a certain blonde enter the room out of the corner of his eye. A short glance was directed to the screen of the computer, which showed an email from a certain someone. Omi. Or now known as Takatori Mamoru.
"There was an email from Omi saying that he's taken the offer the return to Weiß."
Kudou Yohji's eyes widened at what he heard. Then, after a few blinks, he returned to his normal, slacked state, draping an arm around the sitting brunette's shoulder. He promptly ignored the glares from Ran.
"Maybe you had too much to smoke, Ken." There was tease in a joking tone as he let his cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth. The brunette merely shoved the man away from him, scrunching his face in disgust at the smell of smoke.
"I'm not like you, Yohji."
"Aw, you've hurt my sensitive heart." The playboy placed a hand over his heart as he chuckled at the reaction he got.
"Right. Sensitive heart my ass."
A cough interrupted the bickering two. They looked up to see a certain grim redhead, glare bearing down on them. Both mouths were shut at that.
"And did Omi explain how he came to that conclusion?" Ran said in the usual, calm tone, although it was quite evident that he was not pleased at the sudden news.
"Well…" Ken went on the read explain the happenings as Omi had written them in the email.
---
The young Takatori sat by the occupied bed, in a chair, intent gaze on the figure that lay in it. From tending wounds, he had gained the knowledge that the injured individual was female. He had embarrassed himself earlier when he wasn't aware of that fact and had taken the clothes off himself only to reveal what he hadn't expected. As he had expected, it was a gun wound. The katana he could not check of if it was covered in blood or not, since the girl absolutely refused to release her clutch, even in her state of unconsciousness. He guessed that it was really precious to her.
He observed the youth's facial features…she seemed so young, so harmless. Yet then again, he wasn't one to be talking about appearance when it came to innocence. He himself was an excellent model for the saying; "Looks can deceive". He then wondered how she had received such wounds…several slashes, and a critical shot to the side. The doctor declared that she would be fine, but he was still worried.
Omi was curious of himself of why he cared so about the young girl. After all, there was no need to take her in and treat her; he could have merely taken her to a hospital to be tended. Yet he didn't do that. He had pleaded to his grandfather for permission to take care of the teenager. He had no clue why.
Another glance at the sleeping face. Maybe…maybe it was that she reminded him of himself. That must have been it.
In the midst of all his swirling thoughts, he noticed that the youth was stirring awake. He watched as onyx hues were put into view as heavy eyelids lifted. For a few moments, she was silent, observing her surroundings carefully. She didn't seem to understand why she was in such a place. Not the hospital and not in her apartment.
"This is the Tsukiyono Goten. Remember, the place you visited earlier?" Omi greeted her with a gentle voice, and onyx crystals automatically snapped to his direction. She observed him, like the rest of the room, and finally opened her mouth to speak.
"How did I…?" Raising herself to a sitting position on the bed, she turned her head to the other's direction, wincing at the pain running through her side. Then she remembered. Injured, she attempted in returning to her house, but failed, ending up collapsing in front of a mansion. She hadn't been aware that it was the one from earlier, since her thoughts had been elsewhere. "Oh yeah…"
"It seems that you're memory is fine. Do you feel all right? Do you want anything?" He rose from his seat, ready to fetch for something if needed. As he did so, he felt a hand take hold of his wrist which startled him. He shifted his gaze over to the girl, who was staring straight up at him.
"Why…?" The last part of her question hadn't been voiced, but it could be easily foreseen. She was confused of why a boy such as him would save an unknown girl like her. Was he innocent or just dumb?
"I really don't know." That was the simple answer returned to her along with a bright smile as he sat back down. That was the honest answer. "So, do you feel like telling me how you fell into this condition? Maybe I can help."
"Nothing." The teenager shook her head firmly at that. She changed the subject on the boy. Her head hurt and she couldn't think that straight, but she could come up with a few topics to converse over.
"Who are you?"
"Ah, I'm Ts- Takatori Mamoru. My grandfather owns this place. Can I at least ask for your name?"
"…Kada. Kawasaki Kada." After a moment of hesitation, the girl answered. Giving a name wouldn't hurt…or would it?
"Well, Kada-san, if you want me, I'll be in my room across the hall, ne?" A reassuring smile was directed towards the injured girl as he rose from him seat to this time successfully make it out of the room. He was going to do a bit more research, since he had the time to. Sleep was not an option.
---
Settling down at his computer once again, he started at a rapid pace to gather any piece of information leading to the cases. Still, his mind wandered. Who could do such a thing, to shoot a young girl like that? It was cruel. Even if she was armed, a katana against a gun was an unfair match. Furious, Omi let his anger be converted into mind power as he set his eyes on the computer screen and his fingers were busy on the keyboard.
---
About an hour later, the small brunette shut off his computer, deciding that he would go check on the girl. As he saw the screen go dark, he left him room and entered the other, careful not to wake if the teen was resting. Instead, he found the girl gazing out the window, mind elsewhere.
"Kada-san?"
At the voice, Kada whirled around to see who it was. Tense expression softened, only slightly, at the sight of the Takatori boy. She left the window and padded over to the bed, where she sat down on the mattress. She was void of words, but her gaze was laid on the young boy.
"Ano…I just came to check on you. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Came the cold response. The tone reminded him of a certain redhead back at the flower shop in Osaka.
"No chance you'll tell me what happened?" He could easily guess the response to the inquiry, but he went ahead and asked anyway.
The girl started to make a comment of refusal, then paused, seeming to be in thought. A few, long seconds later, she spoke up, eyeing Omi right in the eye with a slight grin perched upon her features. "Let's just say that there's some darkness lurking out there," she said, jerking her thumb towards the window.
At the word "darkness", and idea - a silly one - popped into the small brunette's mind. His hand reached for the chair he once sat in and he carried it over to a location where he could see Kada's face clearly without her having to shift positions. After he sat down, he intently gazed at the other, which made the other fidget.
"Ne, Kada-san…what do think about…um…murderers?" Omi did not know why he was asking this. He regretted it at the dumbfounded look he found in the other's onyx eyes. It was just that he couldn't seem to become accustomed to his new way of life, even though he was the one who had chosen to leave Weiß and stay by his grandfather's side… His mind told him to forget, but his body would not comprehend. It was like a soldier who had returned from war and could not adapt back to normal life, for his body had gotten used to the tension in battle. One reason for his lack of sleep was that nightmares haunted him of his past life, of all the killing he had committed, of the large, blood-stained cross bearing down on him…
"Forget it. Gomen." Omi lowered his gaze, keeping his view on his lap.
"No, no. Don't take it back." He was surprised at those words and looked up. He blinked several times, not believing his ears.
"I think…depending on the reason, that murder sometimes is necessary. And why the law only banns from killing humans, I don't understand. It's perfectly legal to kill animals, but why not humans? We too are animals. And death is needed for another life to live." Calmly and slowly the answer came. Omi stared at the girl, noting somewhere in his head that he looked dumb. "And…if murder is a sin, why don't we get arrested for lying? Stealing someone's boyfriend? Cheating in class? It's only that society can pick out what they think is the most obvious of sins."
"A...arigatou." That was all that he could manage to strangle out. He hadn't imagined that such an answer would come from this girl.
"No big deal. Anyway, why'd ya ask?" Kada leaned in, then stopped as waves of pain hit her again. Immediately noticing, the young brunette hurriedly helped the girl lie down.
"You shouldn't move so much. Now, I'm going to go back to my room, but you stay put, okay? It's pretty late." With that he left the room once again, this time flicking the light switch with a digit to turn off the lights before he did so. "Oyasumi."
"Oyasumi…" Came the sleepy reply. Omi had to smile at that.
---
Once he was back inside his room, the computer was switched on again. Kada's words had cleared the veil of mist from his mind. Signing on to the internet, he began to write an email, addressed to three florists in Osaka…
---
-Runs as Ran, Ken, and Yohji fans come chasing with katanas, bugnuks, and wires.- Gomen nasai! I promise that they'll have a bigger role next time!
Author: Shura
Rated: PG-13
Spoliers: Lots.
Warning: Original character, chance of shounen-ai.
Note: This takes after the Dramatic Precious CDs.
Chapter 3 - Einfache Wörter
*****
A sharp, piercing voice echoed through the empty flower shop, accompanied by an icy violet glare. The tone of voice showed the displeasure its owner felt.
"What did you say?" Evidently, the owner of the voice was Fujimiya Ran - also known as iceman.
The poor victim of the glare was Hidaka Ken, who sat at the laptop set up on the table. At the reaction he received upon spreading the news, he winced, peering up at their former leader. He was impressed with himself how often he dealt with the man's attitude problem. He never knew he was so tolerant.
Anyway…pushing the thought aside, he proceeded to repeat his words as he saw a certain blonde enter the room out of the corner of his eye. A short glance was directed to the screen of the computer, which showed an email from a certain someone. Omi. Or now known as Takatori Mamoru.
"There was an email from Omi saying that he's taken the offer the return to Weiß."
Kudou Yohji's eyes widened at what he heard. Then, after a few blinks, he returned to his normal, slacked state, draping an arm around the sitting brunette's shoulder. He promptly ignored the glares from Ran.
"Maybe you had too much to smoke, Ken." There was tease in a joking tone as he let his cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth. The brunette merely shoved the man away from him, scrunching his face in disgust at the smell of smoke.
"I'm not like you, Yohji."
"Aw, you've hurt my sensitive heart." The playboy placed a hand over his heart as he chuckled at the reaction he got.
"Right. Sensitive heart my ass."
A cough interrupted the bickering two. They looked up to see a certain grim redhead, glare bearing down on them. Both mouths were shut at that.
"And did Omi explain how he came to that conclusion?" Ran said in the usual, calm tone, although it was quite evident that he was not pleased at the sudden news.
"Well…" Ken went on the read explain the happenings as Omi had written them in the email.
---
The young Takatori sat by the occupied bed, in a chair, intent gaze on the figure that lay in it. From tending wounds, he had gained the knowledge that the injured individual was female. He had embarrassed himself earlier when he wasn't aware of that fact and had taken the clothes off himself only to reveal what he hadn't expected. As he had expected, it was a gun wound. The katana he could not check of if it was covered in blood or not, since the girl absolutely refused to release her clutch, even in her state of unconsciousness. He guessed that it was really precious to her.
He observed the youth's facial features…she seemed so young, so harmless. Yet then again, he wasn't one to be talking about appearance when it came to innocence. He himself was an excellent model for the saying; "Looks can deceive". He then wondered how she had received such wounds…several slashes, and a critical shot to the side. The doctor declared that she would be fine, but he was still worried.
Omi was curious of himself of why he cared so about the young girl. After all, there was no need to take her in and treat her; he could have merely taken her to a hospital to be tended. Yet he didn't do that. He had pleaded to his grandfather for permission to take care of the teenager. He had no clue why.
Another glance at the sleeping face. Maybe…maybe it was that she reminded him of himself. That must have been it.
In the midst of all his swirling thoughts, he noticed that the youth was stirring awake. He watched as onyx hues were put into view as heavy eyelids lifted. For a few moments, she was silent, observing her surroundings carefully. She didn't seem to understand why she was in such a place. Not the hospital and not in her apartment.
"This is the Tsukiyono Goten. Remember, the place you visited earlier?" Omi greeted her with a gentle voice, and onyx crystals automatically snapped to his direction. She observed him, like the rest of the room, and finally opened her mouth to speak.
"How did I…?" Raising herself to a sitting position on the bed, she turned her head to the other's direction, wincing at the pain running through her side. Then she remembered. Injured, she attempted in returning to her house, but failed, ending up collapsing in front of a mansion. She hadn't been aware that it was the one from earlier, since her thoughts had been elsewhere. "Oh yeah…"
"It seems that you're memory is fine. Do you feel all right? Do you want anything?" He rose from his seat, ready to fetch for something if needed. As he did so, he felt a hand take hold of his wrist which startled him. He shifted his gaze over to the girl, who was staring straight up at him.
"Why…?" The last part of her question hadn't been voiced, but it could be easily foreseen. She was confused of why a boy such as him would save an unknown girl like her. Was he innocent or just dumb?
"I really don't know." That was the simple answer returned to her along with a bright smile as he sat back down. That was the honest answer. "So, do you feel like telling me how you fell into this condition? Maybe I can help."
"Nothing." The teenager shook her head firmly at that. She changed the subject on the boy. Her head hurt and she couldn't think that straight, but she could come up with a few topics to converse over.
"Who are you?"
"Ah, I'm Ts- Takatori Mamoru. My grandfather owns this place. Can I at least ask for your name?"
"…Kada. Kawasaki Kada." After a moment of hesitation, the girl answered. Giving a name wouldn't hurt…or would it?
"Well, Kada-san, if you want me, I'll be in my room across the hall, ne?" A reassuring smile was directed towards the injured girl as he rose from him seat to this time successfully make it out of the room. He was going to do a bit more research, since he had the time to. Sleep was not an option.
---
Settling down at his computer once again, he started at a rapid pace to gather any piece of information leading to the cases. Still, his mind wandered. Who could do such a thing, to shoot a young girl like that? It was cruel. Even if she was armed, a katana against a gun was an unfair match. Furious, Omi let his anger be converted into mind power as he set his eyes on the computer screen and his fingers were busy on the keyboard.
---
About an hour later, the small brunette shut off his computer, deciding that he would go check on the girl. As he saw the screen go dark, he left him room and entered the other, careful not to wake if the teen was resting. Instead, he found the girl gazing out the window, mind elsewhere.
"Kada-san?"
At the voice, Kada whirled around to see who it was. Tense expression softened, only slightly, at the sight of the Takatori boy. She left the window and padded over to the bed, where she sat down on the mattress. She was void of words, but her gaze was laid on the young boy.
"Ano…I just came to check on you. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Came the cold response. The tone reminded him of a certain redhead back at the flower shop in Osaka.
"No chance you'll tell me what happened?" He could easily guess the response to the inquiry, but he went ahead and asked anyway.
The girl started to make a comment of refusal, then paused, seeming to be in thought. A few, long seconds later, she spoke up, eyeing Omi right in the eye with a slight grin perched upon her features. "Let's just say that there's some darkness lurking out there," she said, jerking her thumb towards the window.
At the word "darkness", and idea - a silly one - popped into the small brunette's mind. His hand reached for the chair he once sat in and he carried it over to a location where he could see Kada's face clearly without her having to shift positions. After he sat down, he intently gazed at the other, which made the other fidget.
"Ne, Kada-san…what do think about…um…murderers?" Omi did not know why he was asking this. He regretted it at the dumbfounded look he found in the other's onyx eyes. It was just that he couldn't seem to become accustomed to his new way of life, even though he was the one who had chosen to leave Weiß and stay by his grandfather's side… His mind told him to forget, but his body would not comprehend. It was like a soldier who had returned from war and could not adapt back to normal life, for his body had gotten used to the tension in battle. One reason for his lack of sleep was that nightmares haunted him of his past life, of all the killing he had committed, of the large, blood-stained cross bearing down on him…
"Forget it. Gomen." Omi lowered his gaze, keeping his view on his lap.
"No, no. Don't take it back." He was surprised at those words and looked up. He blinked several times, not believing his ears.
"I think…depending on the reason, that murder sometimes is necessary. And why the law only banns from killing humans, I don't understand. It's perfectly legal to kill animals, but why not humans? We too are animals. And death is needed for another life to live." Calmly and slowly the answer came. Omi stared at the girl, noting somewhere in his head that he looked dumb. "And…if murder is a sin, why don't we get arrested for lying? Stealing someone's boyfriend? Cheating in class? It's only that society can pick out what they think is the most obvious of sins."
"A...arigatou." That was all that he could manage to strangle out. He hadn't imagined that such an answer would come from this girl.
"No big deal. Anyway, why'd ya ask?" Kada leaned in, then stopped as waves of pain hit her again. Immediately noticing, the young brunette hurriedly helped the girl lie down.
"You shouldn't move so much. Now, I'm going to go back to my room, but you stay put, okay? It's pretty late." With that he left the room once again, this time flicking the light switch with a digit to turn off the lights before he did so. "Oyasumi."
"Oyasumi…" Came the sleepy reply. Omi had to smile at that.
---
Once he was back inside his room, the computer was switched on again. Kada's words had cleared the veil of mist from his mind. Signing on to the internet, he began to write an email, addressed to three florists in Osaka…
---
-Runs as Ran, Ken, and Yohji fans come chasing with katanas, bugnuks, and wires.- Gomen nasai! I promise that they'll have a bigger role next time!
