Ken's ride back to the Koneko was a blur in his memory, cars passing by and lights flashing on either side of him like warning signals. But what were they warning him of?

Ken didn't know. He couldn't even remember taking off his helmet and walking into the flowershop. Somehow he mustered the strength to move his body into the room, but the muscles in his legs failed him as he flopped onto a folding chair and cursed the gods who had put him in this hell.

The silence of the Koneko didn't register with Ken at first, but after his head had somewhat cleared, he sat up and realized he was alone. Omi and Aya must have gone home already, Ken thought to himself. That meant it was his and Yoji's turn to cleanup, but the blonde playboy was nowhere in sight.

No WAY am I closing up by myself.where is that jackass? Ken pushed his body off the chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes and pushing back his bangs. A light in the back room turned off, startling him as he walked over to investigate.

"Yoji? Yoji, are you in there?" Ken poked his head around the doorframe, expecting to see the silhouette of his fellow assassin. He certainly didn't expect the butt of a gun to come crashing down on his head, which was apparent after he fell to the floor in an unconscious heap. A dark figure stepped out and prodded Ken's prone form none too gently with a heavy boot.

"Looks like we caught ourselves a kitten, eh Farfie?"

The Irish psychopath looked uncharacteristically nervous as he moved into the dim light of the overhead bulb. His head turned sideways, checking for any witnesses outside the front window. Lone eye still roving, he picked Ken's body up and slung it over his shoulder.

"We should go now, Kudou will be back soon."

His companion sneered and stuck the gun back in its holster on his waist. "As if we couldn't deal with that one."

Farfarello began walking towards the door. "No, but killing him would defeat the purpose of taking this one," he shifted Ken in his grasp, "and we're taking enough risks as it is."

The dark man sighed, following his younger partner outside. Where was the insane killer Esset dubbed the "Beserker?" Wasn't this supposed to be fun? Once they were safely in his black Isuzu, with Ken still out cold in the backseat, he turned the key in the ignition and headed down the street, voicing his thoughts out loud to Farf.

"You don't seem very happy about this mission."

"It's not a mission, it's a side assignment. And I'm NOT happy. Why do we have to keep this secret from the others?"

Another sigh from the driver. "Did you take your pill this morning?"

Farf turned to look at him after adjusting the sideview mirror. "Schuldich gave it to me."

"Next time he gives it to you, don't take it." The Irish assassin rolled his solitary eye and leaned back against the headrest.

"It'll wear off by the time we get the Weiss inside."

"I hope so. This side of you is boring."

Farfie grinned and leaned the chair back. "Be patient. We'll have some fun when we get back."

The man stopped at a red light and looked over at his one-time friend, madness still hinted behind his pale amber eye. "That's more like it." He returned the grin and set his foot to the petal as the light turned green.

Farf closed his eye and licked his lips as they cruised down the dark streets of Tokyo, anticipating the events ahead.



"God will weep tonight."



A/N Okay, ok, I know this is a totally random twist to the ficcy, but don't worry! I know where I'm going! LOL, please read and review!!