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Weiß Kreuz isn't mine [Koyasu Takehito owns it…]
This is still unedited so please don't expect much…onegai ^^
Reviews aren't needed, but they will be appreciated
I don't wanna bore you with other A/N's so I'd shut up…^^ arigatou minna- san!
Chapter 1
Wary…low lights…haze…smoke…soft saxophone…lovemaking…sweet kisses…
What more could Youji ask for…
Silky auburn hair…seductive brown eyes…supple skin…lavish lips…
She murmured something in his ear, something he didn't catch. But he loved the way the sound of her voice travels to his ears anyway…any sound from her…murmurs…mumbles…moans…anything…
A subtle smile curved upon her crimson lips. Crafty…like the glint in her dark eyes…
'Youji-sama,' she began, barely a whisper. Her hands moved up to his bare chest. Lightly. Like a feather would. He shivered with satisfaction at her touch.
'Hai?' he whispered back, placing a kiss upon the tip of her nose.
The background music intensified. Then died suddenly. A rush of imperceptible applause filled the dim bar. A new wave of music spilled into the room. Latin guitars.
'Would you come back tomorrow night?' she asked, her tone dripping with honey. She ran her tongue over her upper teeth, and batted her lashes at him slowly. Flirting. That was what it was.
'Hai…' he replied huskily. He ran a finger across her jawbone, and languidly smiled. 'And the night after that…' his voice trailed off, then a sigh escaped his lips. 'Although at certain circumstances, I might not…'
'Doushite?' she asked, as she laid her head atop his naked shoulder. Soft hair cascaded over his bare torso.
He stayed pensive for a moment, then looking her directly into her eyes, replied, 'tasks needed to be done…'
She nodded, as she snuggled close to him.
No words were said after that.
A few couples passed the both of them as they cuddled up in the couch. It sat alone at the end of the club, isolated from the other regulars, in the darkest corner, where the world was private just for the two of them…
*
'Where were you?'
Youji halted in the middle of his tracks, caught by Aya's voice. He could sense Aya by his side, but he stared ahead despite that, and the darkness, which shrouded them both. His heart jumped to his throat. Aya's voice was cold.
'What do you care?' Youji replied, and began to move forward to his room.
'It's 3 am.'
'Since when were you my mother?' Youji snapped. He glared at Aya's direction. All he could make out was Aya's form.
'You smell like alcohol.'
'Can you just drop it?' Youji cut Aya off in frustration. *Yes, so I am drunk, what does he fuckin' he care?* he thought, annoyed. Silently, he dismissed Aya off and walked towards his room. But as he held the knob, Aya spoke again.
'That bar is filled with criminals,' he said grimly. 'You'd never know if you're already giving them out information about us.'
'You followed me?'
'No. But that's the only place you go when we want to find you.'
Youji's door slammed shut.
*
'Balinese,' Ken's voice came from the radio, which Youji carried.
There was a chill in the evening air. His breath was white as he replied. 'Hai?'
Tonight, their mission took place in the middle of an old, unused harbor at the outskirts of Tokyo. It lay in an isolated strip of land along Tokyo bay, and it was rumored that the idle and rusty ships, which floated near the shore, was a haven for criminals. The rumors were proven true nonetheless. However, their activities were still being investigated.
Mist hovered over the dark waters, veiling the ships with white. It cast a ghastly glow over the waters.
'Are you done yet?'
'Iie, this takes time,' replied Youji as he hastily installed the tracking device underneath a parked jeep. Two more jeeps to go.
'Haiyaku,' Ken hissed.
Finally the last of the devices was installed. 'I'm done. Meet you in two minutes. Where is your current location?'
'Ten meters from you, northeast.'
'Ryoukai.'
*
The Weiß positioned themselves atop an old and unfinished building standing beside the old dock. Their job was to watch where the jeeps were heading for. This might eventually lead them to their target's lair.
Aya stood at the edge of the building's floor, and shifted his binoculars perched upon his eyes. 'Target moving,' he said, tone serious. 'Track it down Bombay.'
'Hai,' Omi answered, hitting the keys on his laptop fanatically. A blinking red dot appeared on the screen amid white lines, which represented the street map of the nearby area. The red dot was moving swiftly through the roads.
'Check if the other jeeps are moving Siberian,' Aya told Ken, handing him the binoculars.
Ken took it and placed it over his eyes. 'Iie. I guess just that one for tonight.'
'This detector can work up to 15 kilometer radius. We have to follow it,' Omi told the rest of the Weiß, as the red dot was quickly approaching the end of the map. The others nodded.
'Where do you think it's going?' Youji asked, crouching over to look at the screen. Suddenly, the red beam stopped at the very edge of the map.
'Nightlife Bar,' replied Omi, squinting at the screen. 'No wonder.'
'A sanctuary of assassins, drug lords, thieves et cetera…' Ken mumbled, rubbing his chin with his hand. 'No wonder a group as large as this one would be hanging out there. Illegal millionaires swarm that place…'
'You've been there haven't you Youji?' Omi asked, tearing his gaze from his monitor to Youji.
The Weiß's eyes were locked on him as he nodded wordlessly.
His friends were right. Youji's blood froze. That was where he was the night before.
Weiß Kreuz isn't mine [Koyasu Takehito owns it…]
This is still unedited so please don't expect much…onegai ^^
Reviews aren't needed, but they will be appreciated
I don't wanna bore you with other A/N's so I'd shut up…^^ arigatou minna- san!
Chapter 1
Wary…low lights…haze…smoke…soft saxophone…lovemaking…sweet kisses…
What more could Youji ask for…
Silky auburn hair…seductive brown eyes…supple skin…lavish lips…
She murmured something in his ear, something he didn't catch. But he loved the way the sound of her voice travels to his ears anyway…any sound from her…murmurs…mumbles…moans…anything…
A subtle smile curved upon her crimson lips. Crafty…like the glint in her dark eyes…
'Youji-sama,' she began, barely a whisper. Her hands moved up to his bare chest. Lightly. Like a feather would. He shivered with satisfaction at her touch.
'Hai?' he whispered back, placing a kiss upon the tip of her nose.
The background music intensified. Then died suddenly. A rush of imperceptible applause filled the dim bar. A new wave of music spilled into the room. Latin guitars.
'Would you come back tomorrow night?' she asked, her tone dripping with honey. She ran her tongue over her upper teeth, and batted her lashes at him slowly. Flirting. That was what it was.
'Hai…' he replied huskily. He ran a finger across her jawbone, and languidly smiled. 'And the night after that…' his voice trailed off, then a sigh escaped his lips. 'Although at certain circumstances, I might not…'
'Doushite?' she asked, as she laid her head atop his naked shoulder. Soft hair cascaded over his bare torso.
He stayed pensive for a moment, then looking her directly into her eyes, replied, 'tasks needed to be done…'
She nodded, as she snuggled close to him.
No words were said after that.
A few couples passed the both of them as they cuddled up in the couch. It sat alone at the end of the club, isolated from the other regulars, in the darkest corner, where the world was private just for the two of them…
*
'Where were you?'
Youji halted in the middle of his tracks, caught by Aya's voice. He could sense Aya by his side, but he stared ahead despite that, and the darkness, which shrouded them both. His heart jumped to his throat. Aya's voice was cold.
'What do you care?' Youji replied, and began to move forward to his room.
'It's 3 am.'
'Since when were you my mother?' Youji snapped. He glared at Aya's direction. All he could make out was Aya's form.
'You smell like alcohol.'
'Can you just drop it?' Youji cut Aya off in frustration. *Yes, so I am drunk, what does he fuckin' he care?* he thought, annoyed. Silently, he dismissed Aya off and walked towards his room. But as he held the knob, Aya spoke again.
'That bar is filled with criminals,' he said grimly. 'You'd never know if you're already giving them out information about us.'
'You followed me?'
'No. But that's the only place you go when we want to find you.'
Youji's door slammed shut.
*
'Balinese,' Ken's voice came from the radio, which Youji carried.
There was a chill in the evening air. His breath was white as he replied. 'Hai?'
Tonight, their mission took place in the middle of an old, unused harbor at the outskirts of Tokyo. It lay in an isolated strip of land along Tokyo bay, and it was rumored that the idle and rusty ships, which floated near the shore, was a haven for criminals. The rumors were proven true nonetheless. However, their activities were still being investigated.
Mist hovered over the dark waters, veiling the ships with white. It cast a ghastly glow over the waters.
'Are you done yet?'
'Iie, this takes time,' replied Youji as he hastily installed the tracking device underneath a parked jeep. Two more jeeps to go.
'Haiyaku,' Ken hissed.
Finally the last of the devices was installed. 'I'm done. Meet you in two minutes. Where is your current location?'
'Ten meters from you, northeast.'
'Ryoukai.'
*
The Weiß positioned themselves atop an old and unfinished building standing beside the old dock. Their job was to watch where the jeeps were heading for. This might eventually lead them to their target's lair.
Aya stood at the edge of the building's floor, and shifted his binoculars perched upon his eyes. 'Target moving,' he said, tone serious. 'Track it down Bombay.'
'Hai,' Omi answered, hitting the keys on his laptop fanatically. A blinking red dot appeared on the screen amid white lines, which represented the street map of the nearby area. The red dot was moving swiftly through the roads.
'Check if the other jeeps are moving Siberian,' Aya told Ken, handing him the binoculars.
Ken took it and placed it over his eyes. 'Iie. I guess just that one for tonight.'
'This detector can work up to 15 kilometer radius. We have to follow it,' Omi told the rest of the Weiß, as the red dot was quickly approaching the end of the map. The others nodded.
'Where do you think it's going?' Youji asked, crouching over to look at the screen. Suddenly, the red beam stopped at the very edge of the map.
'Nightlife Bar,' replied Omi, squinting at the screen. 'No wonder.'
'A sanctuary of assassins, drug lords, thieves et cetera…' Ken mumbled, rubbing his chin with his hand. 'No wonder a group as large as this one would be hanging out there. Illegal millionaires swarm that place…'
'You've been there haven't you Youji?' Omi asked, tearing his gaze from his monitor to Youji.
The Weiß's eyes were locked on him as he nodded wordlessly.
His friends were right. Youji's blood froze. That was where he was the night before.