^_^;; I'm not sure how accurate my summary is, but I guess it'll do. It's close, that's all I will say.
Angel Mine
Warnings: shounen-ai (maybe eventual yaoi *listens to gasps of friends*) Though there isn't even hints in this first part maybe angst (I'm gonna try, 0.0 another "never been done before" from Cindy-Chan)
"You sure you want to do this delivery, Omi? It'll be dark soon and the was that storm warning . . . and you're not used to riding in the mountains . . ."
"Ken-kun, Omi admonished. "I'm an adult, I can take care of myself. You know that as well as me." He began packing floral arrangements on the bike. "Besides, Aya and Yoji have a mission and you're sick."
"But . . ."
Omi glared at the older young man. "You should be lying down. I will be fine, Ken-kun. Get some rest, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
Ken sighed as he watched Omi ride away on his motorbike. The sun was setting and Ken had a bad feeling, though that could just as easily be form the take-out Yoji had brought them for dinner. "Taken down by bad takeout." Ken sighed, easing himself onto the couch. He tried to wait for Omi's return, but sleep ceased him.
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"Ken! KEN! Wake up, damnit!"
"W-wha?" Ken slurred groggily as Yoji shook him viciously awake. Ken looked around the now sunlit room of the M-Cat.
"Where's Omi, Ken? Did he come back last night?"
Ken was awake in an instant. "He's not here?"
Yoji sighed, "His bike is gone."
"Anything else?"
Aya entered from the back room, "Everything is here, even Omi's weapons. Manx is on her way."
Manx came and went, the search was on. A week passed, then another . . . A month, then another . . . Three months rushed by and Kritiker seemed to lose steam. There were no clues, no signs of the youngest member of Weiss. They were near giving up, suggesting the boy had decided to disappear and start a new life elsewhere. The ones who knew him best refused to believe this and insisted the search continue. Finally, Weiss received word from Manx to return to Tokyo.
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"Ran! You came home!" Aya-Chan and Sakura burst from the Koneko when the M-Cat pulled up. The two girls stayed at the shop with Momoe ever since the night Este's island sank into the sea.
"Manx said you were coming. We got your rooms ready and everything." Sakura murmured. "Is it true? About Omi-kun?"
Aya nodded stiffly as he, Ken, and Yoji climbed out of the M-Cat. "Manx called us here because of that." Ken added to Aya's silent answer.
Manx stepped from the floral shop. "You came very quickly. There's no need to talk out here though. Let's go inside. There's news."
The three young men looked at each other and filed inside, down to the basement. They settled into their place, doggedly ignoring the empty seat and the computer gathering dust in the corner. Finally Manx joined them. Carefully, she shut the door and stepped down the spiral stairs. "What did Kritiker find?"
"Bombay's motorbike." The woman pulled out a manila folder and spread it's contents out on the table. "It was found over one hundred miles from Bombay's last know location. As I had informed you when he first became missing, we had thought he had decided to leave. A new beginning, it seemed so tempting . . . but this all but confirms the less favorable option. Evidence on the bike indicates that Omi has been captured."
Yoji picked up a picture. "This place looks familiar . . . have we been here before?"
Aya glared at the photos, he remembered that place. "Takatori." He spat.
"Right." Ken joined in. "This is part of Hirofumi's estate, wasn't it?"
"Yes, after Hirofumi's death, the property was purchased by Koji Suzuka, a college acquaintance of Masafumi Takatori."
"Those names rearing their ugly heads again after all this time and Omi's stuck in the middle again." Yoji sighed. "Poor kid."
"We've searched the estate completely, there is no other evidence to show Omi was even held there. We don't . . ."
A scream from upstairs interrupted Manx. Without any hesitation, Aya, Ken, and Yoji were on their feet and up the stairs. Into the Koneko they flew, Sakura and Aya-Chan were hiding behind the counter. Away from a young Japanese boy and the large, strange cloth bundle he carried on his back.
The boy was bruised, battered, and filthy. His clothes torn and his face pale from a long, grueling journey. "Weiss . . ." He whispered. "I found you."
"Schwarz. What do you want with us?"
The boy hung his head. "Want? A sanctuary of sorts, I guess. And to get aid for a mutual friend of ours." He shifted his bundle and part of the cloth fell away, revealing a face. Nagi Naoe had brought Omi home.
Angel Mine
Warnings: shounen-ai (maybe eventual yaoi *listens to gasps of friends*) Though there isn't even hints in this first part maybe angst (I'm gonna try, 0.0 another "never been done before" from Cindy-Chan)
"You sure you want to do this delivery, Omi? It'll be dark soon and the was that storm warning . . . and you're not used to riding in the mountains . . ."
"Ken-kun, Omi admonished. "I'm an adult, I can take care of myself. You know that as well as me." He began packing floral arrangements on the bike. "Besides, Aya and Yoji have a mission and you're sick."
"But . . ."
Omi glared at the older young man. "You should be lying down. I will be fine, Ken-kun. Get some rest, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
Ken sighed as he watched Omi ride away on his motorbike. The sun was setting and Ken had a bad feeling, though that could just as easily be form the take-out Yoji had brought them for dinner. "Taken down by bad takeout." Ken sighed, easing himself onto the couch. He tried to wait for Omi's return, but sleep ceased him.
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"Ken! KEN! Wake up, damnit!"
"W-wha?" Ken slurred groggily as Yoji shook him viciously awake. Ken looked around the now sunlit room of the M-Cat.
"Where's Omi, Ken? Did he come back last night?"
Ken was awake in an instant. "He's not here?"
Yoji sighed, "His bike is gone."
"Anything else?"
Aya entered from the back room, "Everything is here, even Omi's weapons. Manx is on her way."
Manx came and went, the search was on. A week passed, then another . . . A month, then another . . . Three months rushed by and Kritiker seemed to lose steam. There were no clues, no signs of the youngest member of Weiss. They were near giving up, suggesting the boy had decided to disappear and start a new life elsewhere. The ones who knew him best refused to believe this and insisted the search continue. Finally, Weiss received word from Manx to return to Tokyo.
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"Ran! You came home!" Aya-Chan and Sakura burst from the Koneko when the M-Cat pulled up. The two girls stayed at the shop with Momoe ever since the night Este's island sank into the sea.
"Manx said you were coming. We got your rooms ready and everything." Sakura murmured. "Is it true? About Omi-kun?"
Aya nodded stiffly as he, Ken, and Yoji climbed out of the M-Cat. "Manx called us here because of that." Ken added to Aya's silent answer.
Manx stepped from the floral shop. "You came very quickly. There's no need to talk out here though. Let's go inside. There's news."
The three young men looked at each other and filed inside, down to the basement. They settled into their place, doggedly ignoring the empty seat and the computer gathering dust in the corner. Finally Manx joined them. Carefully, she shut the door and stepped down the spiral stairs. "What did Kritiker find?"
"Bombay's motorbike." The woman pulled out a manila folder and spread it's contents out on the table. "It was found over one hundred miles from Bombay's last know location. As I had informed you when he first became missing, we had thought he had decided to leave. A new beginning, it seemed so tempting . . . but this all but confirms the less favorable option. Evidence on the bike indicates that Omi has been captured."
Yoji picked up a picture. "This place looks familiar . . . have we been here before?"
Aya glared at the photos, he remembered that place. "Takatori." He spat.
"Right." Ken joined in. "This is part of Hirofumi's estate, wasn't it?"
"Yes, after Hirofumi's death, the property was purchased by Koji Suzuka, a college acquaintance of Masafumi Takatori."
"Those names rearing their ugly heads again after all this time and Omi's stuck in the middle again." Yoji sighed. "Poor kid."
"We've searched the estate completely, there is no other evidence to show Omi was even held there. We don't . . ."
A scream from upstairs interrupted Manx. Without any hesitation, Aya, Ken, and Yoji were on their feet and up the stairs. Into the Koneko they flew, Sakura and Aya-Chan were hiding behind the counter. Away from a young Japanese boy and the large, strange cloth bundle he carried on his back.
The boy was bruised, battered, and filthy. His clothes torn and his face pale from a long, grueling journey. "Weiss . . ." He whispered. "I found you."
"Schwarz. What do you want with us?"
The boy hung his head. "Want? A sanctuary of sorts, I guess. And to get aid for a mutual friend of ours." He shifted his bundle and part of the cloth fell away, revealing a face. Nagi Naoe had brought Omi home.