As morning came, Omi paced the flower shop where he worked, cursing his
fellow teammates on they're tardiness on showing up for shifts. Sighing,
he decided that Ken was probably the most likely person to help him out, as
Youji was probably suffering from another hangover and…well…Aya was just
scary in the mornings. He trudged upstairs, muttering tiredly to himself
and knocked loudly on Ken's door.
"Ken-kun?" he called, "Are you awake yet? Youji was supposed to join me for first shift but he's not up yet, could you help me out?"
No answer came from the closed door. So Omi knocked again
"Keeeeeennnn---Kunnnnn!!"
Again, there came no answer.
"He's probably still asleep…I don't know weather I should wake him up or risk one of the others…" The boy thought to himself, pausing at the door. "To hell with it, Ken-kun's usually the safest to be around in the mornings, and he should be feeling better." And thus, Omi opened the door. His next noise reverberated through out the house
"Aya-Kun! Youji-Kun! Get over here now! Ken-kun is GONE!"
Omi was practically pushed over by his teammates as they crowded around the desolate room's doorway. Aya went forward, intending to close the window, but noticed the hole that had been cut.
"Damn it!" he swore vhemitaly, "I knew I heard something last night…" this last bit was said quietly and remorsefully.
"Whaa?" Drawled Youji, trying to hid the fact that he was getting concerned.
The calm and collected leader of their team clarified. "The walls are thin, I thought I heard some noise from in here, but I thought I was dreaming and went back to sleep." The two other's thought they could detect a note of covered up guilt in Aya's tone. He was quiet for a moment, then snapped into Abyssinian mode, which was real scary to see happen suddenly.
"Omi, Youji, get ready, We're going hunting."
Across the city, in poshish house in a nice neighborhood, the four members of the supposedly disbanded rivals of Weiss, Shwarz, dwelled. After they had broken off and completely incinerate Este, the four extremely different boys stayed together. Afterall, what else could they do?
Brad sat alone, heh, as usual in his study, causally leafing through some plans. To survive, he arranged meetings for odd jobs. Hey, it wasn't perfect, but it brought in money and food and such. And believe me, they needed a lot of that. The ebony haired man sighed and put down the papers, feeling the first warning pang of the headache that usually pre-ceeded one of his visions, letting it come in its own time for once. He nearly fell out of his chair after it passed.
"Damn it!" Brad stood, and went in search of his colleagues.
The American found his German teammate, Schuldrich first, lounged lazily across the sofa in the living room. Looking for all the world to have grown there. The telepath looked up at his cold seeming leader and said. "Yo Braddy-chan, what's shaken?"
Brad growled, he hated it when Schuldrich called him that. "For the nth time, don't call me Braddy-chan. Anyway," he smirked, adjusting his ever- present wire rimmed glasses, "The kitties seem to have a problem that would be in our best interest to help them out with."
"Why Braddy-chan, developing a soft spot? Why should we help Weiss out anyway? I mean, what have they ever done for us?"
"Provided entertainment and most of our jobs." Came the caustic answer to Schuldrich's casualness.
The man with the flame-coloured hair huffed poutingly. "Fine, fine, what do we have to do?"
"Well, at least that's easily answered," Brad sighed, sitting down, "We have to find out where Kriketer has taken Siberian."
This certainly got Schuldrich's attention. "Kricketer?!"
"Yes, apparently they're into something's deeper then we anticipated."
"Why the hell would they take away their own assassin?"
"Simple, he's a werewolf and they've been hunting for him for years."
"Ken-kun?" he called, "Are you awake yet? Youji was supposed to join me for first shift but he's not up yet, could you help me out?"
No answer came from the closed door. So Omi knocked again
"Keeeeeennnn---Kunnnnn!!"
Again, there came no answer.
"He's probably still asleep…I don't know weather I should wake him up or risk one of the others…" The boy thought to himself, pausing at the door. "To hell with it, Ken-kun's usually the safest to be around in the mornings, and he should be feeling better." And thus, Omi opened the door. His next noise reverberated through out the house
"Aya-Kun! Youji-Kun! Get over here now! Ken-kun is GONE!"
Omi was practically pushed over by his teammates as they crowded around the desolate room's doorway. Aya went forward, intending to close the window, but noticed the hole that had been cut.
"Damn it!" he swore vhemitaly, "I knew I heard something last night…" this last bit was said quietly and remorsefully.
"Whaa?" Drawled Youji, trying to hid the fact that he was getting concerned.
The calm and collected leader of their team clarified. "The walls are thin, I thought I heard some noise from in here, but I thought I was dreaming and went back to sleep." The two other's thought they could detect a note of covered up guilt in Aya's tone. He was quiet for a moment, then snapped into Abyssinian mode, which was real scary to see happen suddenly.
"Omi, Youji, get ready, We're going hunting."
Across the city, in poshish house in a nice neighborhood, the four members of the supposedly disbanded rivals of Weiss, Shwarz, dwelled. After they had broken off and completely incinerate Este, the four extremely different boys stayed together. Afterall, what else could they do?
Brad sat alone, heh, as usual in his study, causally leafing through some plans. To survive, he arranged meetings for odd jobs. Hey, it wasn't perfect, but it brought in money and food and such. And believe me, they needed a lot of that. The ebony haired man sighed and put down the papers, feeling the first warning pang of the headache that usually pre-ceeded one of his visions, letting it come in its own time for once. He nearly fell out of his chair after it passed.
"Damn it!" Brad stood, and went in search of his colleagues.
The American found his German teammate, Schuldrich first, lounged lazily across the sofa in the living room. Looking for all the world to have grown there. The telepath looked up at his cold seeming leader and said. "Yo Braddy-chan, what's shaken?"
Brad growled, he hated it when Schuldrich called him that. "For the nth time, don't call me Braddy-chan. Anyway," he smirked, adjusting his ever- present wire rimmed glasses, "The kitties seem to have a problem that would be in our best interest to help them out with."
"Why Braddy-chan, developing a soft spot? Why should we help Weiss out anyway? I mean, what have they ever done for us?"
"Provided entertainment and most of our jobs." Came the caustic answer to Schuldrich's casualness.
The man with the flame-coloured hair huffed poutingly. "Fine, fine, what do we have to do?"
"Well, at least that's easily answered," Brad sighed, sitting down, "We have to find out where Kriketer has taken Siberian."
This certainly got Schuldrich's attention. "Kricketer?!"
"Yes, apparently they're into something's deeper then we anticipated."
"Why the hell would they take away their own assassin?"
"Simple, he's a werewolf and they've been hunting for him for years."