Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz and it's characters, they are owned among others by Project Weiss.
Timeline: It plays in the second year after Weiss Kreuz, 01/02.The flashbacks take place 2000/2001, after the second season.
Rating: This chapter is G
Chapter: 0/?
Pairings: NagixOmi, minor SchuxYohji, mentioned YohjixOmi, maybe others later
Summary: Nagi has attained Weiss' youngest member and lost him again. But he won't give up.
Author's note: Feedback please!
I Will Remember You
By Artemis
Prologue
We danced on the edge of the abyss.
We laughed at death and fate.
We believed we could defy destiny.
How wrong we were.
I loved him with every fibre of my body and that seemed to be enough.
But sometimes love just isn't enough.
And yet, if there is one thing I'm sure about, then it's that I want him back…
The moonless night covers me like a blanket, hides me from his view.
He believes I have forgotten about him the day we parted. He believes I wouldn't know about his new lover. He believes I wouldn't know that he doesn't loves him, that he uses him only to forget about me.
But he's wrong. I spend every night we don't have a hit observing his every step from the shadows, watching over him.
I know that my friends have noticed, but they don't broach the subject. If I want to talk about it, if I require their help, then I'll approach them. That's how things are in the Schwarz team. Everyone does his own thing, but we still care for each other. I would die for everyone of them. Believe it or not, even Crawford.
I drop the glimmering cigarette stub onto the pavement and watch with a kind of detached disinterest how it sizzles and finally dies on the wet ground. Smoking is a trick I picked up at school. Crawford always tells me that I'm going to die of lung cancer if I don't stop – I could care less because I know even without Crawford's divination gifts that I'm going to be killed first.
Maybe it's an obsession. Maybe I'm on my best way to become as crazy as Farfarello. Frankly, I don't care as long as I can see him every night.
His orange-red hair shines brightly in the darkness like himself, impossible to miss him even while they're making a hit. I always admired his killing style and hoped that I could adopt some of it. He isn't a cruel person, sometimes even has sympathy with them, and he still assassinates his victims effectively if he has to. He kills because it's the right thing, I kill because… I don't have a real main reason. Sometimes the people I kill deserve to die, sometimes I do it for the money and sometimes just because I don't want Crawford to give me a lecture about my duties.
As I was with Omi he gave me a reason to feel. Now there is neither love nor compassion left in me. When Omi left he took the ability to feel he'd given me with him.
Omi was my light in the darkness, my hope, my conscience.
Omi taught me how to feel love and that it wasn't a weakness you had to erase. He told me that love made you stronger instead of weaker.
Omi gave me for the first time in my life the feeling of being accepted. In my childhood I was always the outsider. My friends like me but they're having difficulties accepting me as an equal. For my enemies I'm only a freak. And Tot… well, it wouldn't have been fair to expect from her of all people acceptance. Omi loved me neither for nor in spite of my telekinetic powers. He accepted me without buts.
Omi always saw in me something special though there are times when I see in myself only a monster.
That is why I need him back by all means – and I always reach my goals.
I know that he's going to be mine again in no time, he has to or I'll loose my last grip on reality. Before I didn't knew what I lacked, but now knowing that I lost it is destroying me.
I'm good with missions, there is no one who can beat me at constructing plans and tactics. Not even Omi is a match for me. I just have to see an objective in Omi, a hit. I'll plan every detail and then I'll attack with the same lethal precision I attack my victims.
You won't stand a chance, I can promise you that, Takatori Mamoru…
To be continued…