DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss (wish I did though!). The only thing I do own are the characters I come up with and the story plot. Please don't sue me, I'm P.O.R, poor! (Can't even afford to buy that other 'O')
"Whoa." Yoji whistled as he looked around the ball room, "Looks like they spared no expense on this little shin dig!"
"All the better to lure possible investors into the corporation." Seraphine grumbled as she looked around. "This is nothing to be impressed out, it's just a show." She shook her head, "It's all fake."
Yoji looked over at her and then smiled a bit, "Well this kinda fake I could get use to!"
Seraphine scowled as she tried to move away form him and he pulled her a little closer to him.
"What the…" She began.
"We're supposed to be one a date as a huge party." Yoji breathed down at her his face close to hers, "Won't it be suspicious if you leave your date all alone?" He winked at her.
Seraphine gnashed her teeth, "You're trying my patience, Kudo!" She hissed softly.
Yoji sighed, "I know I am." He smiled as he gently ran a hand over her cheek, which made her shudder as she looked away, her eyes wide as he grinned. "So sensitive, Seri?" He whispered.
"Stop it Yoji, please…." Seraphine whispered.
Yoji froze, she used his name…not Kudo…and the look in her eyes….that lost, forlorn look….she had that same look when she talk to him those couple of weeks ago. Then a memory came to him…
"I get uncomfortable when people flirt with me." She had said with her knees drawn up to her and her chin settled on him as she looked down at the comforter on the bed.
"Why?" Yoji asked, "I mean, you're a beautiful woman…"
"Hrumph!" She had given a very unlady like snort, "I look like a librarian!" She said bitterly, "I frighten men because I'm so forthright, and the only time they flirt with me is because I look like I'm an easy lay." She shook her head, "It seems like that all anyone thinks I'm good for."
:Damnit, Kudo!: Yoji scolded himself, and gently he gathered Seraphine into his arms as she gave a tiny gasped.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear and he felt her stiffen, as he pulled back a bit and held her shoulder and smiled down at her gently "Its okay, Seri…" He whispered as he gently brushed some hair out of her face, "I'm not trying anything, okay?"
Seraphine simply stared up at him for a moment, her eyes bright and uncertain, and then she swallowed one and nodded, smiling a little. "Okay, Yoji." She whispered.
"That's my girl." He said gently as he looked around, "Well, since we're here…I'm going to go over to get a drink." He grinned down at her as she groaned. "Want one?"
"No thanks." She said, as he smiled and took her hand holding it in both of his, playing the part of the attentive date.
"Looks like you could use one." He said as he winked at her, "I'll be back."
Seraphine shook her head, and smiled a little. "You're impossible Yoji!"
"I try." He winked at her, "Be back soon!" He said as he blew her a kiss, and disappeared into the crowd.
:Baka!: She thought as she shook her head and looked around, her smile fading. :So far so good.: She thought, :Jonathan hadn't shown up yet near as I can tell, and with any luck he won't ever see me.:
"Champagne?" A familiar voice caught her attention, her eyes widened as she turned around.
"Omi!" She whispered in shock as her eyes darted around, "What are you doing here?!"
"Back-up." He said as he handed her a glass, which she took in response. His blue eyes clouded, "Aya and Ken are also milling around."
"But why?" She asked confused.
"Manx said that she received information that something was going to happen here, and that we all needed to be in here."
"Damn." She whispered as her eyes scanned the crowd again, "Did she happen to say what kind of something?"
"No." Omi said sadly.
"Great." Seraphine muttered.
"Hey, Seraphine…" Omi whispered as she looked at him, and her eyes furrowed a bit. Omi looked like he was struggling with something, "Did…Did Yoji…do anything?"
"What?" Seraphine asked confused, "Why?"
"I came in, and I saw him pulling you close…" He looked away a bit, "It…it looked like you didn't like it very much…"
Seraphine stared at Omi for a moment, and then smiled. "He's just playing the part." She said, "I'm just not use to be the single source of his attentions…" She shook her head, "I wonder how girls can stand it sometimes!"
"Really?!" He asked, sounding unusually happy.
Seraphine smiled, "Looking out for me, Omi?"
"What?!" Omi gulped, "No! I…"
She walked next to him and smiled a little, "Thanks." She whispered then nodded, "But I'd better start mingling, talking to you much longer might look suspicious."
"Oh, right!" Omi gulped as she moved off as Omi stole a glance in the direction she walked.
:Be careful, Seraphine.: He thought to himself, his heart churning.
:Damn!: Seraphine thought as she looked around, :Don't these people have anything better to do than to show up at some stupid party?!: She was so involved in her own thoughts she never noticed someone walk up next to her.
"Seraphine?"
That voice! She froze, her eyes widened as her heart sped up. Instinctively her nails dug into her palm and hate poured through her body like a wild fire. Immediately her cool mask snapped into place as she slowly turned around to face those hazel eyes that haunted her, that blond hair, that face….all belonged to one Jonathan Robert Endresen!
The man broke out into a smile, "It is you!" He breathed as he looked at her up and down, his gaze resting a little too long on her breasts. "It's been a while…" He said as he finally drew his eyes back up to meet hers.
:BASTARD!: Her mind screamed.
"Hello, Jonathan." She replied, her voice cool.
"Ah, your voice." He breathed, "Just as I remembered it."
:And you're I could never forget, and God help me I tried!: She thought resisting the urge to pull one of her darts from her hair pins and lodging it in the neck of the son of a bitch that destroyed her life.
"Nice party." She said as she looked around.
"Well, I try." He smiled as he looked at her again, "Who would have thought I would live to see you in a dress!" He smiled seductively, "It really brings out your eyes."
:You wouldn't have lived long enough, had I had any say about it!: She screamed mentally.
Seraphine gave a short nod, "Well, if you'll excuse me." She said, "You must tend to your guests." She turned to leave.
"Is that all you have to say to me, Seri?" He whispered, as she froze.
"What else could I have to say to you?" She asked smoothly as she turned around again, "You left me, remember?" Her heart tore and splintered as the hate grew once more.
:No, you didn't leave me! You ABANDONED ME!: Her mind screamed, :When I needed you most, you abandoned me like I was nothing! A fling, a flavor of the week! You used me like a whore and I didn't even get paid for it! To you I was nothing more than a whore, and I gave you my innocents and was thrown to the curb in return!:
"I didn't leave you!" He protested.
Seraphine's eyes flashed, "Lair!" She hissed. "You never returned my calls, never even spoke to me after…" She stopped she could fell the tears welling in her chest and in her throat. She wouldn't cry in front of the son of a bitch! He didn't deserve her tears, and she'd be damned if she let him see how truly deeply he cut her.
His eyes softened, "I couldn't help that, Seri!" He said as he held out a hand to her, "You know how I feel about you."
She smiled grimly, "No, I'm afraid I don't." She said, as she looked down at her glass pretending as if she was board, "Besides, it's all old news anyway, ancient history." She gave a little laugh, and looked up at him, "Nothing more."
"Not ancient history, Seri." He breathed as he took a step closer to her, as her eyes widened. She hadn't been expecting this, his eyes devoured hers. "There wasn't a day that went by that I haven't thought about you." He said, "About…what happened…" He closed his eyes, "And not a day went by that I haven't tried to think of a way to make it up to you."
:You can die!: The response was almost automatic as she laughed.
Jonathan looked up bewildered as she shook her head, "You haven't changed at all, have you?" She asked as she looked up at him, and smiled evilly. "Still using the same lines." Her smile faded, "But you'll find that those lines won't work on me, like they did three years ago, Jonathan." Her eyes narrowed, "I grew up, even if you haven't."
Anger flashed through his eyes, "Just what's that supposed to mean?!" He demanded.
"You heard me." She whispered as she waved around, "All this…" She said as she looked at him, "Is just as fake as your sincerity and your words." She leaned closer to him, "They are all empty….just like your promises."
His eyes darkened with rage, "Ohh." She cooed as she innocently covered her lips with the tips of her fingers, "Did I say something that made you angry?" She asked, then her eyes darkened, "Good." She said dropping the innocent act, "The truth is like the blade of a sword…it can cut through the lies and deceit. But if you're not careful," Her eyes narrowed again, "It can cut you as well."
"You have the gall to threaten me?!" Jonathan demanded.
"Threaten?" Seraphine smiled, "Never, just giving you a bit of philosophy to chew on." Her smile faded, "Maybe it might make you think about your actions before you try to lie to someone again!" With that she turned around, and started to walk off.
"Still playing the Ice Princess?" Jonathan asked suddenly as she froze her back still to him as he smiled at her angrily. "Still think you are holier than anyone else?"
Seraphine looked over her shoulder at him, "I never thought that." She hissed, "I can all too readily admit my flaws."
"Ah yes, the flaw of innocents and naïveté." He laughed, "What a joke!"
"What?!" Seraphine demanded as she turned to him, his eyes bore into her.
"Don't lie to yourself, Seraphine!" He snarled, "You like me because I could take care of you, I was the strong one. Someone you looked to be lead!" He gripped her arm roughly as her eyes widened, "Admit it!" He hissed, "I did you a favor!"
"Favor!?" She hissed.
"What happened to you, caused you to become strong." He smiled at her, "And you're the person you are now because of me. You should be thanking me for making you this strong willed woman, and not the weak pathetic creature I took into my bed three years ago!"
"You bastard!" She snarled, as she felt the tears spring into her eyes.
"Face it, three years ago that was all you were good for!" He half laughed, "Hell, you weren't even good at that!"
Seraphine's heart splintered, :I mustn't cry, I mustn't cry, I mustn't cry!: She ordered herself, instead the cold mask slipped back into play. "Let me go, or so help me to God you'll be picking up your fingers off the ground!" She snarled, her voice deadly as the assassin took over.
Jonathan's eyes widened as he saw a visible transformation occur within her eyes, Gone were the Royal Blue orbs that glistened with tears and they were now replaced with two deadly, hard Ice blue eyes that threatened to cut into his very soul.
:What the hell?!: Jonathan thought a little shaken by this dramatic change in personality.
Gingerly she raised her hand that had the glass, which was the arm he grabbed. She raised the glass to face level and without so much as flinching broke the glass in her hand. The sound was drowned out by the crowd and the music, but Jonathan saw it as the shards cut into her palm…and she didn't even react to it.
"I told you." She almost hissed "I am not the girl you knew three years ago, Jonathan." Even her voice changed, this voice was hard, sharp and he sensed danger behind it. "You've hard your warning." Instantly her hand was upon his wrist pressing at the pressure point there. Jonathan gasped as he felt his hand go numb as she pulled it from her wrist.
"Now let me go." Once his hand had released her she pushed him back a bit, as he looked at her rubbing his wrist, as she simply looked at him…with those eyes….
:Those eyes…they aren't Seraphine…: He thought at he began to sweat, :Those are the eyes of a killer!:
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded.
"Am I interrupting?" A voice chimed in Jonathan jerked, trying to regain his composure as he turned to find a man standing beside them, his emerald eyes glaring at Jonathan.
Seraphine blinked once at the voice bringing herself back to the here and now, numbly she looked down at her hand that was now throbbing as she saw shards of glass and blood tricking down from her hand. :What…what just happened? What did I just do?!:
She blinked again and looked up, "Yoji…" She whispered.
Jonathan looked at Seraphine, "You know this man?" He asked incredulously.
"Of course the lady knows me." Yoji said as he flashed a smile and walked around behind Seraphine, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and waist. "She gave be the honor of being her date for this lovely evening," He said as he turned to her, "Isn't that right, my love?" If Jonathan hadn't had been so shocked, he would have noticed Seraphine's eyes widened just as much as his.
Yoji looked down, real concern rushed into his face. "What happened to you're hand?!" He asked as he gently grasped her wrist.
Coming back to herself, she smiled and laughed a little. "Nothing…" She assured Yoji, "The glass just…broke." She said with a wave of her hand.
"This won't do, Angle." Yoji whispered as he gently stroked her face, "You sold never be hurt like this!" He shot a looked at Jonathan, and then turned to him. "Where are your wash rooms?" He asked, "She need to get this washed out before it becomes infected."
"Yoji…it's nothing!" Seraphine protested, "I'm fine…really!"
Yoji looked down at her, she was playing a good act…he gave her credit for that…but he saw the pain still. Something happened between the two of them….and it hurt her deeply.
"Alright…." He whispered as he gently leaned forward and gave a feather kiss on her forehead. Seraphine started a bit, then to his surprise leaned into it a bit. "C'mon." He said as he gently wrapped an arm around her "I still want you to wash this out."
"Alright." She said as she allowed Yoji to lead her away, both of them ignoring Jonathan, who watched them silently and whose eyes flipped from a dangerous longing as he looked at Seraphine, to an instant hatred as his eyes fell on Yoji.
:She's right.: He thought, :She's a completely different woman…those eyes…: He felt himself shiver in pleasure, as he smiled, :Those were the eyes of an untamed killer…passionate, fearless, deadly!: His fists balled up :I have to have her! No one shale posses her but me! No one!: