Well, I'm back again. Thanks for all the reviews! I love reviews.
Anyway, I've decided that for Weiß Kreuz, I'm going to ignore the fact that
Esets (sp? Bah, I've only seen the first 10 episodes) even exists. For
the sake of the fic, pretend that Taketori is the mastermind behind all the
bad stuff. I don't know diddlysquat about Esets, so it would be kinda hard
for me to write about them. Sorry if you really liked them, but I'm just
making it less complicated for me. Happy reading!
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Morning broke the next morning with the promise of a new start. The sun was bright, and clouds were absent in the sky. Birds were chirping out their happy songs, blissfully unaware of the events that were to unfold. Most of the population of Tokyo was about as aware of what was going on as the birds were. They went about their business, talking, eating, shopping, selling and working as if nothing were wrong.
Crawford knew better. He'd had a dream last night about Ceilidh. She'd come out of some other room into the bedroom with a knife. She'd looked up at him surprised. The vision was vague, which worried Crawford. He didn't know if she would use that knife on him, or if she had something else in mind. Usually, his visions were clear enough that he would know the outcome, but this one was different.
Glancing over at the cute, chicken-shaped alarm clock, he sighed. It was almost nine o'clock. Despite the fact that Taketori had insisted that this girl was his main priority, he still had things he wanted to accomplish. He wanted to get in contact with Schuldich and Nagi to make sure they hadn't found any new information on this girl.
Sighing, he turned back to look at the girl lying next to him. Her blond hair was splayed over the pillow, forming a sort of halo about her angelic face. She had the sheet pulled up to her chin, and was cuddling next to him, a soft smile on her face. He had to admit to himself that she was beautiful. She seemed like an angel in disguise, though why an angel would want to spend the night with a sadistic murderer such as him he couldn't understand.
Sleeping, she seemed so innocent, so pure. The look on her face was one of bliss and contentment. When she wasn't busy shooting him lusty looks and telling him things he wasn't sure he wanted to know, she was even more beautiful. While he hadn't really minded her undisguised attempts to seduce him, he was more attracted to this peaceful, sleeping angel.
Finally, he decided he might as well accomplish something. The side of him that pushed him to work constantly was screaming its head off at him for wasting the day lying in bed. Lazily, he pulled himself up, but was greeted by a distraught whimper from the girl next to him.
Apparently, she was a bit dismayed at her main source of heat for leaving her. He bent down and kissed her lightly, though he wasn't sure what drove him to do it. She sighed, curled up into a tight ball, and resumed her peaceful slumber. He gathered his clothes from where they'd been scattered across the room and went to find the shower.
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Normally, on a Saturday morning, Renny would sleep till around eleven. She had nothing else to do in the morning, and she rather enjoyed dreams. This morning, however, the sound of the shower brought her out of sleep around nine. Thinking one of her friends had come over the night before to make sure Ceilidh didn't do anything she shouldn't, Renny slid out of bed. After spending the past three years in the same body as Ceilidh, she still couldn't understand the girl's obsession with sleeping naked.
She dug through her closet and found a cute skirt and matching shirt to wear and pulled them on. Then, she sat down in front of the mirror and brushed out her hair. Ceilidh apparently was a restless sleeper, since her hair was horribly mussed up. The sheets on the bed were really rumpled, too. After her hair was brushed and pulled up into it's usual style of twin buns with pigtails, she put in a pair of plain pearl earrings.
Something on the dresser caught her attention. Her locket was tossed haphazardly among a pile of ribbons and various other hair ties. She picked it up delicately, almost timidly. Opening it, she stared at the picture, small but vibrant. It was the only clue she had to her life before Rosenkreuz and the Tsukino's adopting her.
That was how Crawford found her when he finished his shower. He'd put his pants back on, and was currently pulling on his shirt when he saw her. She had a few tears leaking from her eyes, and her pretty face was marred by an unknown sadness. Normally, sadness didn't effect him, but this girl was a mission, and he was supposed to get close to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked. She jumped, and turned to face him, terror evident in her face. She stood and backed away.
"Who are you?" She demanded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "How did you get in here?"
Crawford looked at her like she was crazy. She hadn't seemed drunk the night before. Sure, she had openly tried to seduce him of all people, and hadn't exactly seemed like a normal person, but he hadn't seen her drink anything. Why didn't she remember him?
"You seriously don't remember." He said. She shook her head, and continued to look scared. Then, she seemed to have an epiphany, tears welling up again.
"Did…Ceilidh…bring you here?" She asked, seeming to be afraid of whatever answer he might give.
"Uhhh…aren't you…Ceilidh…" He was now genuinely confused. The records had said this was Renny Tsukino, but the night before, she'd told him to call her Ceilidh. Now, she acted like Ceilidh was a totally different person. She shook her head.
"She's…my other half, or something like that. She shares my body, and takes over sometimes. She's not very nice to my friends. Last night…what happened? Tell the truth…"
"We had sex. From the way you…er, Ceilidh acted, she'd done it a lot, before." He immediately regretted being so blunt about it when she started crying softly. She sank to her knees on the floor, and he knelt next to her.
"I…should have known…she would do stuff like that." She said, her voice breaking in the sobs.
Crawford was at a loss for words. Usually, the only crying women he had to put up with were about to die by his or one of his partners' hands. He wasn't accustomed to someone he was supposed to befriend crying like this. He didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Should he hug her? No, intimate contact probably wouldn't help. Was there anything he could say? Nothing came to mind. Being his usual cold self would probably aggravate the situation as well. He would have to come up with something to say to cheer her up.
"Is there…someone…you were waiting for?" He asked, finally getting up the courage to say something, and hoping it would help. She fought the tears back and looked at him in a way that made him want to hug her. He restrained himself.
"Well…I…there was Mamoru…he was my boyfriend. He went to college in America, and we've stopped writing. He…wanted to see other people, and didn't want to tie me down, so…we broke up a few months ago. So, not really…I just wanted…I wanted it to be special, but…" She sniffled, but managed to smile at him. "It's too late, now. I shouldn't cry so much. I've spent too much of my life living in the past. I'm going to take a shower, okay?" She stood up and waltzed into the bathroom.
Crawford stared at the closed door. He wasn't very sure how to react to this girl. He was accustomed to working with rather strange people, but he'd never met anyone with such an honest-to-God split personality. Farfarello had mood swings like nobody's business, but he was nothing like this. Hopefully, she trusted him enough to go see Taketori later today. He wasn't sure he could put up with her for too long.
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Bah, sorry that took so long to get out. I had a very social weekend. But I'm not doing anything much for the next week, so I should be able to get a few more chapters out. Constructive criticism is welcome!
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Morning broke the next morning with the promise of a new start. The sun was bright, and clouds were absent in the sky. Birds were chirping out their happy songs, blissfully unaware of the events that were to unfold. Most of the population of Tokyo was about as aware of what was going on as the birds were. They went about their business, talking, eating, shopping, selling and working as if nothing were wrong.
Crawford knew better. He'd had a dream last night about Ceilidh. She'd come out of some other room into the bedroom with a knife. She'd looked up at him surprised. The vision was vague, which worried Crawford. He didn't know if she would use that knife on him, or if she had something else in mind. Usually, his visions were clear enough that he would know the outcome, but this one was different.
Glancing over at the cute, chicken-shaped alarm clock, he sighed. It was almost nine o'clock. Despite the fact that Taketori had insisted that this girl was his main priority, he still had things he wanted to accomplish. He wanted to get in contact with Schuldich and Nagi to make sure they hadn't found any new information on this girl.
Sighing, he turned back to look at the girl lying next to him. Her blond hair was splayed over the pillow, forming a sort of halo about her angelic face. She had the sheet pulled up to her chin, and was cuddling next to him, a soft smile on her face. He had to admit to himself that she was beautiful. She seemed like an angel in disguise, though why an angel would want to spend the night with a sadistic murderer such as him he couldn't understand.
Sleeping, she seemed so innocent, so pure. The look on her face was one of bliss and contentment. When she wasn't busy shooting him lusty looks and telling him things he wasn't sure he wanted to know, she was even more beautiful. While he hadn't really minded her undisguised attempts to seduce him, he was more attracted to this peaceful, sleeping angel.
Finally, he decided he might as well accomplish something. The side of him that pushed him to work constantly was screaming its head off at him for wasting the day lying in bed. Lazily, he pulled himself up, but was greeted by a distraught whimper from the girl next to him.
Apparently, she was a bit dismayed at her main source of heat for leaving her. He bent down and kissed her lightly, though he wasn't sure what drove him to do it. She sighed, curled up into a tight ball, and resumed her peaceful slumber. He gathered his clothes from where they'd been scattered across the room and went to find the shower.
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Normally, on a Saturday morning, Renny would sleep till around eleven. She had nothing else to do in the morning, and she rather enjoyed dreams. This morning, however, the sound of the shower brought her out of sleep around nine. Thinking one of her friends had come over the night before to make sure Ceilidh didn't do anything she shouldn't, Renny slid out of bed. After spending the past three years in the same body as Ceilidh, she still couldn't understand the girl's obsession with sleeping naked.
She dug through her closet and found a cute skirt and matching shirt to wear and pulled them on. Then, she sat down in front of the mirror and brushed out her hair. Ceilidh apparently was a restless sleeper, since her hair was horribly mussed up. The sheets on the bed were really rumpled, too. After her hair was brushed and pulled up into it's usual style of twin buns with pigtails, she put in a pair of plain pearl earrings.
Something on the dresser caught her attention. Her locket was tossed haphazardly among a pile of ribbons and various other hair ties. She picked it up delicately, almost timidly. Opening it, she stared at the picture, small but vibrant. It was the only clue she had to her life before Rosenkreuz and the Tsukino's adopting her.
That was how Crawford found her when he finished his shower. He'd put his pants back on, and was currently pulling on his shirt when he saw her. She had a few tears leaking from her eyes, and her pretty face was marred by an unknown sadness. Normally, sadness didn't effect him, but this girl was a mission, and he was supposed to get close to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked. She jumped, and turned to face him, terror evident in her face. She stood and backed away.
"Who are you?" She demanded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "How did you get in here?"
Crawford looked at her like she was crazy. She hadn't seemed drunk the night before. Sure, she had openly tried to seduce him of all people, and hadn't exactly seemed like a normal person, but he hadn't seen her drink anything. Why didn't she remember him?
"You seriously don't remember." He said. She shook her head, and continued to look scared. Then, she seemed to have an epiphany, tears welling up again.
"Did…Ceilidh…bring you here?" She asked, seeming to be afraid of whatever answer he might give.
"Uhhh…aren't you…Ceilidh…" He was now genuinely confused. The records had said this was Renny Tsukino, but the night before, she'd told him to call her Ceilidh. Now, she acted like Ceilidh was a totally different person. She shook her head.
"She's…my other half, or something like that. She shares my body, and takes over sometimes. She's not very nice to my friends. Last night…what happened? Tell the truth…"
"We had sex. From the way you…er, Ceilidh acted, she'd done it a lot, before." He immediately regretted being so blunt about it when she started crying softly. She sank to her knees on the floor, and he knelt next to her.
"I…should have known…she would do stuff like that." She said, her voice breaking in the sobs.
Crawford was at a loss for words. Usually, the only crying women he had to put up with were about to die by his or one of his partners' hands. He wasn't accustomed to someone he was supposed to befriend crying like this. He didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Should he hug her? No, intimate contact probably wouldn't help. Was there anything he could say? Nothing came to mind. Being his usual cold self would probably aggravate the situation as well. He would have to come up with something to say to cheer her up.
"Is there…someone…you were waiting for?" He asked, finally getting up the courage to say something, and hoping it would help. She fought the tears back and looked at him in a way that made him want to hug her. He restrained himself.
"Well…I…there was Mamoru…he was my boyfriend. He went to college in America, and we've stopped writing. He…wanted to see other people, and didn't want to tie me down, so…we broke up a few months ago. So, not really…I just wanted…I wanted it to be special, but…" She sniffled, but managed to smile at him. "It's too late, now. I shouldn't cry so much. I've spent too much of my life living in the past. I'm going to take a shower, okay?" She stood up and waltzed into the bathroom.
Crawford stared at the closed door. He wasn't very sure how to react to this girl. He was accustomed to working with rather strange people, but he'd never met anyone with such an honest-to-God split personality. Farfarello had mood swings like nobody's business, but he was nothing like this. Hopefully, she trusted him enough to go see Taketori later today. He wasn't sure he could put up with her for too long.
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Bah, sorry that took so long to get out. I had a very social weekend. But I'm not doing anything much for the next week, so I should be able to get a few more chapters out. Constructive criticism is welcome!
