I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I wish I did, and i have made no money from this.
my friend bet me i coulden't write a decent fan fic, so here's an attemt...reviews/constructive criticism are appreciated. danke!
Identity in the Darkness :Chapter 2
"My name is Aya Fujimiya."
Three very surprised and confused assassins stared back at her. For several moments, no one spoke.
Yohji was the first one to speak, "You're WHO?"
"Could she be….no, his sister has dark hair, doesn't she…?"
"Aya! In here, Now!" Yohji called into the other room.
"What do you want?" Aya entered, still in his assassin garb and holding his kitana. As soon as he saw the young woman on the couch he turned to his comrades, especially a blonde playboy,
wordlessly demanding an explanation.
"She turned up at the location right before the bomb went off. She seemed pretty determined to get in." Ken paused before getting to the main reason for the confusion. "She says her name is Aya Fujimiya."
His only immediate response was to continue to stare at her questioningly , as if thought he was trying to remember something. "You're name is Aya Fujimiya?" he finally asked.
She held his eyes with the some intensity, not withering under the man's icy gaze, like most others did.
"Yes."
"Same here."
She looked away, hiding any hint on emotion. "I…" she stopped. "My backpack!do you know what happened..!" Perhaps the thought had just occurred to her, or she was trying to change the subject.
"Relax, we got your stuff," Ken said, gesturing toward the foot of the couch where the backpack lay. "And I bet you want this back," he held up her knife. " I think you have something to tell us, then maybe I'll give it to you." He sat down and waited of her explanation.
However, it was Aya, the leader of Weiss, who spoke first. "I know you. You were at Magicbus hospital a few weeks ago.
She stared down at her hands. "yea, that's where I got the alias. Aya Fujimiya is a patient there who is in a coma."
"My sister," Aya said softly.
"I recognized you too. You came there a lot."
"You were in the room next to Aya-chan's, ind if I recall correctly, and I think I do, you are an amnesia victim."
Weiss was silent as Aya finished speaking.
The girl who had previously claimed to be Fujimiya Aya nodded. "yea, I don't remember my own name, so I decided to use hers, randomly."
"Poor Aya-chan, everyone's trying to steal her name ."
"My name is actually Ran, I've gone by Aya'chan's name for a while now.." Ran explained.
Yohji left the room as Ran explained why he went by his sister's name, with out disclosing any information the girl shouldn't know.
He returned a few minutes later with a mug of instant soup. "Hungry?" he asked, and handed it to he, with a smile. "It looks like something to eat won't hurt you."
She took the cup from him. She was still not sure she could trust her alleged rescuers, after all, most flower shop buddies don't hang around high security research facilities at night for the fun of it. However, Yohji was right, it had been quite a while since she had eaten, and the instant rammen looked tempting, she ate it.
As she ate, Aya remembered a conversation he had had with one of the fan girls in the shop a few weeks ago.
'Aya kun! Guess what. There was this girl who came to my dad's shop the other day, she was trying to get a job. And she had the some name as you!'
'hn' he was not in a conversational mood.
'Fujimiya Aya! I asked her if she knew you, she said she didn't think so. She was really pretty, she had long red hair, and green eyes, do you know who she is?'
'No.'
She had seemed determined to start a conversation, he had not wanted to talk and could not remember her name.
'But my dad had already filled the job opening, so she's not there anymore…'
Aya was about to tell her to leave if she was not going to buy anything when Yohji showed up. He slipped an arm around Aya's shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. 'who's your friend Aya?'
The fan girl had mumbled something about having to go, and ran out.
'Whatever works, thanks Yohji.'
He had given it very little thought at the time, but as he recalled it now, he was sure he had met the mysterious stranger with his name.
The girl finished the soup and tried to stand to reach her backpack at the other end of the couch. But she overestimated her strength and collapsed gasping.
"Are you sure you're okay!?" Omi jumped to her side to help her back to the couch. "You cold be really hurt, not going to the hospital probably isn't a good idea.
"I'll be fine," she said quickly and firmly. She tried again to get her back pack, this time successfully.
It turned out to contain, a change of clothes, a laptop, black gloves, sunglasses, a toothbrush, and what appeared to be, the casing for her knife.
She took out the laptop, opened it and stitched it on. The screen flickered a few times, she sighed in relief when it stayed on.
"That's quiet a piece of work, after all that it still runs." Omi said.
"I guess I do owe you an explanation," she said, still looking at the computer. "it's not a very long story. About three weeks ago I woke up in the Hospital. They told me that I had been found in the an ally the night before. I was pretty bruised, but not seriously injured, other than the little matter of not being able to remember who I was. Apparently I had been in a fight of gotten mugged. They told me that my memory would probably come back to me soon, but I'm still in the dark. There have been no reports on anyone who comes close to my description missing. No one responded to my picture in missing persons. They found my backpack with me, along with my knife. The only clues anyone had as to who I am. Everything on the computer is heavily password protected, and I couldn't remember any on the passwords. It took me a while, but I managed to bypass the system. Apparently I'm pretty good at hacking.
"I only had one e-mail. It was addressed to 'Minna,' It might be my name, I think I remember being called that, but that could just be the power of suggestion. which informed me that some 'target' would be at the research lab we met at tonight; and that it would be an easy time to eliminate them."
She paused to think how she should continue. " I know that amnesia patients are often paranoid, but I think you can understand why I wanted to find out who I was before they did. So to make a long story short, I ran away from the hospital, and tried to find what I could about my past, which isn't much. I decided to go to the lab on the given date, tonight, to see what I could find. You know the rest."
She turned her attention back to her computer
"Did you try to e-mail the person you got this letter from back?" Yohji asked.
" I thought about it, but I didn't know who this person was and well….I wasn't sure if I…" her voice trailed off.
"Trust no one?" Yohji filled in for her.
"Yea."
"Hey, it could have been worse, you didn't get that pretty long hair singed." Yohji gave her one of his winning smiles, she gave him no response.
"By the way, how old are you?"
"Eighteen, give or take a year," she responded.
Yohji's grin disappeared from his face as Aya elbowed him in the ribs. "Do you have any idea what any of this means?"
"No, sometimes I think I can remember something, but when I try to concentrate on it, it leaves me. I want to know who I am, but at the some time…" for a moment her audience thought she was going to break down, but she maintained her composure. "What were you doing at the lab?" she changed the subject, the look in her eyes demanded an answer.
But the four members of Weiss were silent.
She had turned her attention to their computer in the corner of the room. "You have a very impressive looking system for just doing flower shop inventory. And I doubt all florists go around blowing up research labs in their spare time."
No one is supposed to know who we are, she may not know who she is, but she should not be an exception.
But what could they do about it? Attacking an opponent who was unarmed, injured, and a girl just broke too many rules of honor. But for all they know, she might be able to help them.
"We're Weiss," Aya finally said.
Recognition flickered in her deep eyes, "you're Assassins." She was not sure if this was her memory, or a logical guess.
"Yes."
She did not push the subject further.
"I'm going to guess you don't have anywhere else to go, you're welcome to stay here." Aya offered. " You need to get some sleep. But anymore dizziness of falling, and you're going to find yourself back in the hospital."
She looked up to give him a faint smile, he was right, she had nowhere to go. "Thank you very much I guess you can call me Minna, it's as good as any name I suppose"
my friend bet me i coulden't write a decent fan fic, so here's an attemt...reviews/constructive criticism are appreciated. danke!
Identity in the Darkness :Chapter 2
"My name is Aya Fujimiya."
Three very surprised and confused assassins stared back at her. For several moments, no one spoke.
Yohji was the first one to speak, "You're WHO?"
"Could she be….no, his sister has dark hair, doesn't she…?"
"Aya! In here, Now!" Yohji called into the other room.
"What do you want?" Aya entered, still in his assassin garb and holding his kitana. As soon as he saw the young woman on the couch he turned to his comrades, especially a blonde playboy,
wordlessly demanding an explanation.
"She turned up at the location right before the bomb went off. She seemed pretty determined to get in." Ken paused before getting to the main reason for the confusion. "She says her name is Aya Fujimiya."
His only immediate response was to continue to stare at her questioningly , as if thought he was trying to remember something. "You're name is Aya Fujimiya?" he finally asked.
She held his eyes with the some intensity, not withering under the man's icy gaze, like most others did.
"Yes."
"Same here."
She looked away, hiding any hint on emotion. "I…" she stopped. "My backpack!do you know what happened..!" Perhaps the thought had just occurred to her, or she was trying to change the subject.
"Relax, we got your stuff," Ken said, gesturing toward the foot of the couch where the backpack lay. "And I bet you want this back," he held up her knife. " I think you have something to tell us, then maybe I'll give it to you." He sat down and waited of her explanation.
However, it was Aya, the leader of Weiss, who spoke first. "I know you. You were at Magicbus hospital a few weeks ago.
She stared down at her hands. "yea, that's where I got the alias. Aya Fujimiya is a patient there who is in a coma."
"My sister," Aya said softly.
"I recognized you too. You came there a lot."
"You were in the room next to Aya-chan's, ind if I recall correctly, and I think I do, you are an amnesia victim."
Weiss was silent as Aya finished speaking.
The girl who had previously claimed to be Fujimiya Aya nodded. "yea, I don't remember my own name, so I decided to use hers, randomly."
"Poor Aya-chan, everyone's trying to steal her name ."
"My name is actually Ran, I've gone by Aya'chan's name for a while now.." Ran explained.
Yohji left the room as Ran explained why he went by his sister's name, with out disclosing any information the girl shouldn't know.
He returned a few minutes later with a mug of instant soup. "Hungry?" he asked, and handed it to he, with a smile. "It looks like something to eat won't hurt you."
She took the cup from him. She was still not sure she could trust her alleged rescuers, after all, most flower shop buddies don't hang around high security research facilities at night for the fun of it. However, Yohji was right, it had been quite a while since she had eaten, and the instant rammen looked tempting, she ate it.
As she ate, Aya remembered a conversation he had had with one of the fan girls in the shop a few weeks ago.
'Aya kun! Guess what. There was this girl who came to my dad's shop the other day, she was trying to get a job. And she had the some name as you!'
'hn' he was not in a conversational mood.
'Fujimiya Aya! I asked her if she knew you, she said she didn't think so. She was really pretty, she had long red hair, and green eyes, do you know who she is?'
'No.'
She had seemed determined to start a conversation, he had not wanted to talk and could not remember her name.
'But my dad had already filled the job opening, so she's not there anymore…'
Aya was about to tell her to leave if she was not going to buy anything when Yohji showed up. He slipped an arm around Aya's shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. 'who's your friend Aya?'
The fan girl had mumbled something about having to go, and ran out.
'Whatever works, thanks Yohji.'
He had given it very little thought at the time, but as he recalled it now, he was sure he had met the mysterious stranger with his name.
The girl finished the soup and tried to stand to reach her backpack at the other end of the couch. But she overestimated her strength and collapsed gasping.
"Are you sure you're okay!?" Omi jumped to her side to help her back to the couch. "You cold be really hurt, not going to the hospital probably isn't a good idea.
"I'll be fine," she said quickly and firmly. She tried again to get her back pack, this time successfully.
It turned out to contain, a change of clothes, a laptop, black gloves, sunglasses, a toothbrush, and what appeared to be, the casing for her knife.
She took out the laptop, opened it and stitched it on. The screen flickered a few times, she sighed in relief when it stayed on.
"That's quiet a piece of work, after all that it still runs." Omi said.
"I guess I do owe you an explanation," she said, still looking at the computer. "it's not a very long story. About three weeks ago I woke up in the Hospital. They told me that I had been found in the an ally the night before. I was pretty bruised, but not seriously injured, other than the little matter of not being able to remember who I was. Apparently I had been in a fight of gotten mugged. They told me that my memory would probably come back to me soon, but I'm still in the dark. There have been no reports on anyone who comes close to my description missing. No one responded to my picture in missing persons. They found my backpack with me, along with my knife. The only clues anyone had as to who I am. Everything on the computer is heavily password protected, and I couldn't remember any on the passwords. It took me a while, but I managed to bypass the system. Apparently I'm pretty good at hacking.
"I only had one e-mail. It was addressed to 'Minna,' It might be my name, I think I remember being called that, but that could just be the power of suggestion. which informed me that some 'target' would be at the research lab we met at tonight; and that it would be an easy time to eliminate them."
She paused to think how she should continue. " I know that amnesia patients are often paranoid, but I think you can understand why I wanted to find out who I was before they did. So to make a long story short, I ran away from the hospital, and tried to find what I could about my past, which isn't much. I decided to go to the lab on the given date, tonight, to see what I could find. You know the rest."
She turned her attention back to her computer
"Did you try to e-mail the person you got this letter from back?" Yohji asked.
" I thought about it, but I didn't know who this person was and well….I wasn't sure if I…" her voice trailed off.
"Trust no one?" Yohji filled in for her.
"Yea."
"Hey, it could have been worse, you didn't get that pretty long hair singed." Yohji gave her one of his winning smiles, she gave him no response.
"By the way, how old are you?"
"Eighteen, give or take a year," she responded.
Yohji's grin disappeared from his face as Aya elbowed him in the ribs. "Do you have any idea what any of this means?"
"No, sometimes I think I can remember something, but when I try to concentrate on it, it leaves me. I want to know who I am, but at the some time…" for a moment her audience thought she was going to break down, but she maintained her composure. "What were you doing at the lab?" she changed the subject, the look in her eyes demanded an answer.
But the four members of Weiss were silent.
She had turned her attention to their computer in the corner of the room. "You have a very impressive looking system for just doing flower shop inventory. And I doubt all florists go around blowing up research labs in their spare time."
No one is supposed to know who we are, she may not know who she is, but she should not be an exception.
But what could they do about it? Attacking an opponent who was unarmed, injured, and a girl just broke too many rules of honor. But for all they know, she might be able to help them.
"We're Weiss," Aya finally said.
Recognition flickered in her deep eyes, "you're Assassins." She was not sure if this was her memory, or a logical guess.
"Yes."
She did not push the subject further.
"I'm going to guess you don't have anywhere else to go, you're welcome to stay here." Aya offered. " You need to get some sleep. But anymore dizziness of falling, and you're going to find yourself back in the hospital."
She looked up to give him a faint smile, he was right, she had nowhere to go. "Thank you very much I guess you can call me Minna, it's as good as any name I suppose"