Disclaimer: I do not own any of the RK/SM/WK characters.

Tenshi's notes: I'm building up more mystery again. *giggles* Ano, the next chapter is full of sap and wonderful stuff! Remember, I'll be updating sporadically since I have next to no time to write anymore. However, I can be persuaded by reviews! *grins*

To answer your question, Skye, at the time I wrote the fic, there were next to no Aya/Usagi pairings. A few of the authors I knew who did WK/SM crossovers were almost pairing her up with Omi, which prompted me to start the series. I thank you however for reading this, and continuing to do so even if you don't like the pairing. I appreciate it ^_^ And to the rest of the other reviewers! MEGA MEGA thanks!! ^_^

Dedications: As always, to my wonderful friend and author, Angel-chan. I have to say working with her on Gods and Other Creatures is too much fun! *giggles* To Au-chan who reads *everything* I write no matter how bad it is. *thinks* To Xu Xin for loving this fic as much as I do, and the rest of my imoutos who appear to have vanished!

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Chapter 8

He had tossed and turned in his bed uneasily, the covers long since flung off his bed. He got up, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Throwing open the windows, the stillness of the air was completely at odds with the emotions that still churned within him after his encounter earlier on that night. How was it possible?

He had prided himself on knowing the female form so well that he should've been able to tell. But it went beyond that. He had completely trusted Usagi, something that had never happened since Asuka and yet he had not sensed anything out of sorts from the other woman. How could such a thing have happened? Was he so desperate to erase the longing in his heart that he would lower his defenses and allow himself to be killed so easily? How could he have been lulled into a false sense of security?

He remembered that at the time, his heart had been thumping, eager to see Usagi, the ache in his soul growing to disproportionate amounts. He had needed someone to ease the weight of his burden, and what better way than to drown in the arms of one of the most attractive women he had ever seen? So great was his longing that he hadn't noticed how she had been dressed differently, and that she wore an abundance of makeup on her already pretty face.

And the face that had greeted him was a stranger, yet at the same time, it was as if he were staring at Usagi's reflection. From the harsh language that she used, to the overpowering scent of her perfume, she was the opposite of everything Usagi personified. His well-practiced eye caught the slit of her dress and a long lithe leg that peeked from beneath it. Her curvaceous figure was barely contained by the material that sheathed her body as his eyes quickly skimmed down in appreciation. Her hair held a wildness to the golden strands, much like their owner did.

He hadn't been able to control his reaction at the moment. He needed someone so badly that he covered it up as best as he could.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. I hope you accept my apologies."

She had glanced at him curiously, before rolling her eyes. "Yeah right, whatever sweetheart. You can try your bullshit lines somewhere else."

He had laughed then. It was odd that this dead ringer for Usagi would be the essentially the same person who could see past the charm he used so carelessly. Despite the defensive front she had thrown up, he could sense a fire burning in her, different from Usagi's. More potent, and more intoxicating, and more deadly. If he weren't careful, he was liable to be devoured by it.

"I could say the same for you," he said softly, observing her fascinated gaze upon him.

The attraction flared between them, and it would've been so easy to give in. From the depths of her blue eyes, he could read the pain and confusion radiating from them. She was also perplexed as to this spark that leapt between them, but something was holding him back. Whether it was sanity or self-control, he took a step back. A sad smile quirked her lips as she did the same.

"I'll see you around, stranger. I have someone waiting for me."

In a move that surprised him, she had closed the distance between them and before he could react, she had pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. His skin burned from where her lips had touched all too briefly, and she had pulled back, revealing her shock.

"Sayoonara."

The farewell had sounded so final as she had spun around and left, his senses being overwhelmed by the scent of cloying perfume and the blatant sexuality she had displayed. Perhaps it was why he had never felt that his attraction to Usagi was that correct. Perhaps he had been waiting for this one instead.

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She had been powerless to the sensations that swept through her. His touch had been so knowing, and his lips had been demanding yet gentle. She had been frozen in shock before he had changed tactics, sending sensation unlike anything she had ever felt spiraling through her. Then again, she wasn't exactly experienced. She hadn't had the luxury of leading a normal teenage life. So why had she permitted a complete stranger to kiss her this thoroughly? Even worse why had she responded?

He had pulled away abruptly, eyes darkening in a mixture of desire and surprise.

"Who the hell are you?" he grated out.

She found herself confronted with an extremely attractive man, wild mane hair that looked strangely soft to the touch and shocking in its orangey-red hues. His eyes appeared dark as he glared at her. She could read the confusion in his eyes, and she knew it was out of character for him. Her powers flared, non-intrusive in nature, and even the most practiced of all could never sense her approaching. She gained control last minute upon the vortex of emotions churning within, stopping herself in time.

"I should be asking you that question! You're the one who mauled me in public!" she retorted.

A purely male grin appeared on his face, making her blush. For a second, he found himself confronted by a wave of awareness and emotions, completely different than what the woman in his life made him feel. They were nearly identical in looks, but were worlds apart in personalities. There was a haunting quality about her that he couldn't put his hands on. For once in his life, he felt remarkably alive.

"I don't recall you fighting back," he said lazily.

Her cheeks aflame, she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, knowing full well that he had caught her in her lie. The truth was she hadn't minded. The sensations were strangely addicting and she almost found herself craving more. Hunger. It was suddenly spawned within her, stirred into life by a man she didn't even know. Yet she knew it would be foolish to give into her desires, for she needed something more than this man could ever provide. There was an emptiness in his soul that she was drawn towards, but knew she could never give him enough to fill it up. Surrendering herself to a man like this would only lead to her demise, her absorption into him.

"Ano, this is just a mistake on both our parts. Why don't we just leave it as is, and pretend nothing ever happened?"

He found the idea strangely distasteful. She had done something to him with her innocent, and intoxicating response. Remembering the woman that would be lounging in her apartment, he felt a twinge of regret. Eyes blinking in surprise, he stared at the woman in front of him, delicate and beautiful, yet with a strength of character he could sense radiating. It was funny that a complete stranger could wrought such emotions in him. Curious. Curious that she could summon the long dead sensations from within him.

"You're right," he said. His hands reached out to caress her cheek gently, stroking the skin that felt so familiar yet so different at the same time, touching something he had no right to. He heard the startled intake of breath and he gave her a smile. She nearly leapt away from him in her haste to get away.

"Sayoonara," she called out before fleeing.

"Ade..." (AN: German for goodbye. Schuldig is German after all)

It was only after she had left that he realised that the whole entire time she had been near him, he hadn't been able to sense a damn thing about her.

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In the dead of the night, one lone figure stood in determination. Ignoring the mists that had descended unexpectedly, footsteps could be heard echoing upon the cold hard ground. Things were progressing faster than anticipated, and new players had entered the game. One by one, things were falling into place, and it was only a matter of time before she was found as well. The question was... did she want any part of this? Could she walk away from something as big and as important as what was being asked of her?

She remembered the meeting she had had with the other woman. She had been briefed on exactly why she was needed.

"We need your special skills," was all the woman had said. "If Takatori Reiji wins this election, it will be the downfall of Japan as we know it."

She had been taken aback by it. Last she thought her abilities had been a secret.

"Everything leaves a trail. You should know that. I know with your deadly combination of sharpshooting and your other... powers... you will be indispensable. Make no mistake. The group that Takatori Reiji has chosen to protect him is immensely powerful. Without you, the goal would surely fail."

Cold. Her eyes had been so cold, though she had sensed a strange fire burning in the other woman's soul, not before something sent her back abruptly. An odd smile quirked the red lips.

"I should warn you, my mental shields are nearly impenetrable. I'm not susceptible to mind probes. And should you try that ever again, I won't hesitate to return the favour. You'll find that despite the strength you possess, I have developed them far more than you will ever have."

Cocky bitch, she thought to herself. The woman only chuckled to herself before continuing.

"Of course, you're not the only one to join. When the time comes, you'll know. What I need to know now is... are you willing to help destroy the evil that is Takatori Reiji?"

"What has he done?"

She had watched as the woman's eyes flashed dangerously, her jaw ticking slightly, revealing the tension within.

"He's responsible for all the heinous acts that you've been reading so much. He's done everything possible to ensure himself of his position. Essentially, he's sold his soul to the devil so that he can control Japan. He even sacrificed his own sons so he can get to where he is. All the senseless deaths, all the innocents all destroyed because he craves power."

"Those are some powerful accusations," she had said, slightly taken aback by the murderous intensity in her words.

"He's erased all his evidence of course. Destroying and eliminating people as if they meant nothing. But blood never washes clean," the woman had hissed.

Those words... odd that she would use those words. What significance did it have for her?

"What do you get out of it then?" she had asked curiously, surprised to see a chagrined look upon the other woman's face.

"Peace."

The response had sealed it for her. She was tired of roaming around endlessly anyway. Perhaps this could offer her some sort of direction for a change. She had nearly laughed, thinking about what her ancestor would say.

"What can I call you then?"

A glimmer came from the shadows before her 'boss' responded with a smile, "Chartreux." Then, Chartreux had seemingly vanished.

With a sigh, she flashed back to the parking lot she was at. She shook her head at the thoughts and berated herself silently. Now was not the time for questions, especially not since she had given her word to the other woman that she would join.

A deep chuckle came from beside her, and she perked up immediately.

"You're here!" she remarked enthusiastically before giving the man an enthusiastic hug.

"Maa maa, you're such a strong girl now," the man commented uncomfortably while being slightly suffocated.

She pulled away to give him a pout before grinning widely.

"I was surprised to get your message. You almost never leave the mountains. How is she doing?"

"She's all right, understanding as always."

She didn't miss the softening of his expression as he spoke of his beloved. Sighing enviously, she wished she would some day find the happiness that he had found.

"It didn't come easy you know," he said softly.

"Hai, wakatta."

She never heard the full story, just bits that her father had told her. Yet it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Reverting back to the reason why they were here, she began, "You were right you know. She did come find me, just as you thought she would."

"She wouldn't miss a chance to get someone with your abilities."

"Demo she's much more powerful than I am. I don't get why she needs me."

"To protect Weiss, while she finishes what she set out to accomplish." A started gasp sounded and she looked upon the shorter man in shock. He nodded before continuing. "She is right though. If Takatori-san continues, it can only mean the destruction of Japan."

His next words confirmed her belief that despite what Chartreux had said, she had been right to know that she had been telling the truth for the critical part.

"Why me though?"

"Because you're my descendant."

Deep green eyes glittering, she gave him a mischievous grin, the smile looking almost identical to the one found on his beloved's face.

"Ano, I still find it weird that my nephew should wind up being my ancestor."

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Blurb: For some reason, I wanted to add another addition to fanfiction.net If I get sufficient reviews, I might be motivated to finish this fic. I really enjoyed working in it, and I know it drives some people insane that I'm not divulging anyone's identity at this point. I promise you though, all WILL be revealed soon enough ^_^