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Chapter IV. A: Black Cat's Meow
Summer…
"Abyssinian, behind you!"
Aya whirled around, coming face to face to a charging guard. He thrust his katana through the man. The guard stiffened as the katana slid through his guts. "Where are the others?" Aya asked Patricia curtly as he pulled his katana out of the man's belly.
Patricia's voice cackled through the transceiver as she spoke once again. "Siberian's taking care of those on deck. Youji and Omi are busy setting up explosives. The target's in the cabin."
Aya ground his teeth as he wobbled slightly as he sprinted towards the cabin. The yacht was rocking badly because of the commotion. He smothered a curse as he was nearly swept off his feet by the sudden surge of the yacht. Nevertheless, he went on his way.
Patricia frowned as she watched Aya. He was having a lot of trouble with his footing on a boat. She hoped he wouldn't fall into the water. Peering through her binoculars, she watched the fight on the yacht from where she was. Patricia was standing near the van on the pier, a half-mile away from the boat.
It had been a month since she joined Weiβ. So far, things have been going great. She was getting along well with them. By now, she was at a first-name basis with the other members of Weiβ, except with Aya, of course. She managed not to have any major arguments with them–yet. But I will have one in my hands when they find out the real reason why I'm here, she mused, chuckling softly to herself. Fujimiya will have my head if–
The sound of barely audible footsteps broke her contemplation. Letting the binoculars hang about her neck, Patricia reached for her staff, all her senses alert. She swung her staff; its spikes ready for the kill. A flash of blue caught her eye and she stopped suddenly. She found herself staring at a tall man with dyed blue hair. "What the hell are you doing here?" she was starting to say then stopped abruptly when she remembered that that others would hear her. Her hand flew instinctively to her transceiver.
"What is who doing where?" Youji asked through the transceiver.
She turned to the man. He had disappeared. However, a guard was now running towards her, gun pointed her way. She dodged the bullets then struck the man in the head. "Nothing. Just another guard. Are you guys through?" she asked, hoping to change the subject. A gleam caught her eye. A MO disc was lying on the spot where the blue-haired man had been. She quickly picked it up and hid it.
"We're finished here," Omi confirmed. "Aya's on deck with Ken now. His job's done too."
Patricia lifted her binoculars. Aya and Ken were standing on deck. Aya's eyes seemed to be fixed on the shore. Had Fujimiya seen the blue guy? she wondered. I certainly hope not. I don't want any problems with 'shi-ne Takatori' anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Aya was indeed staring where Patricia was, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He could make out another human form other than the guard, but he couldn't be sure. It was too dark and foggy on the pier for him to see clearly. What are you hiding, Takatori?
The trip to the apartments was as usual, filled with silence. All of them were exhausted by the mission. Aya was the one driving tonight, and Patricia was thankful for that. At least he would be too busy driving to glare at her.
When they arrived in their apartments, Aya sent Patricia a penetrating look. It always unnerved Patricia when Aya looked at her that way, although outwardly, she pretended that she was unaffected by his stare. She smiled at him, an act that always seemed to irritate him, then went inside her apartment.
As soon as she locked the door, she turned on her computer and popped in the MO disc. She put on her headphones–she didn't want to take the risk of someone hearing what was inside the disc–and waited for the contents of the MO disc to show up. As soon as they did, she narrowed her eyes.
As soon as she was finished studying whatever it was on the disc, she took out the disc and passed a magnet over it. Then she broke it into two and burned it. She then turned off the computer and went to sleep.
*******
"Arigato gozaimasu! Please come back again!" Patricia said cheerfully as she handed a handsome young man a dozen red roses. The young man blushed when she smiled at him when he handed over his payment. Then he gently thrust out the flowers to her. "Uh, for you, miss," he said awkwardly, blushing even more. There was a look of awe and adoration on his young face.
"Wha– um…thanks. But I–" Patricia wasn't even finished speaking when the young man bowed to her and scurried away. She sighed, then turned to glare at Youji, who was not making any effort to conceal his amusement. "One word, Kudou," she threatened as she carefully put the roses on top of another bunch of roses. "That would be the tenth bunch of flowers you received today, ne, Patti-san?" Omi asked innocently. Behind the teenager, Youji guffawed, clapping an affectionate hand over Omi's shoulder.
Clenching her teeth to keep herself from saying some nasty things to her sweetly innocent nephew, Patricia replied in a controlled voice, "Yes, Omi. It is, in fact, the tenth bouquet of roses I've received today." She groaned. "Whatever am I going to do with them?"
"Potpourri, perhaps?" Ken suggested, grinning at her. "Or maybe you can start your own flower shop." Ken looked at the small mound of roses. Since the day Patricia became a flower clerk in their shop, their sales went up. Nowadays, their customers also included adoring boys–most of them admiring Patricia. Ken had to admit that Patricia was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Aside from her obvious beauty, Patricia had an air of kindness, warmth, and mystery about her that made her very interesting.
"Very funny, Hidaka-san," she retorted sarcastically. She looked mournfully at the roses. "Well, I suppose I'll just put this on the graves when I visit the Takatori family mausoleum tomorrow." An uncomfortable silence followed her announcement.
"You still haven't lost your touch, I see," Manx remarked, appearing out of nowhere.
"Practice," Patricia replied dryly.
*******
"Nani? Kuroneko? Black cat? What the heck is that?" Omi asked Manx, a baffled look on his young face.
Manx's eyes were flashing when they fixed on Patricia. "We'll have your aunt here explain who the hell Kuroneko is."
Everyone turned to look at Patricia. "Kuroneko is an assassin," she began in a serious voice. "What makes Kuroneko different from other assassins is the fact that Kuroneko's main targets are Kritiker agents. As far as I know, the European branch still doesn't know who Kuroneko is or why Kuroneko kills Kritiker agents." Frowning, she stared at Manx. "Kuroneko's supposed to be a 'European' problem, but I guess it's not anymore, ne?"
Manx nodded. "The European branch has sent several warnings about Kuroneko in all branches of Kritiker. There seems to be several indications that Kuroneko plans to go outside Europe."
"That's not good. Has Kuroneko killed anyone recently?" Patricia queried, a worried frown on her face.
Shaking her head, Manx replied, "None. Kuroneko hasn't made a move for more than a month now."
"That's what making Kritiker edgy. The calm before the storm," Patricia mused.
Ken stood up. "Wait a minute. You were saying that Kuroneko kills European agents. So, how come this Kuroneko uses a Japanese alias? You also said Kuroneko has been inactive for a month now." Ken's suddenly fearful gaze flew to Patricia.
"Don't give me that look, Ken. I am not Kuroneko," Patricia replied in calm voice.
"And we should believe you because–"
"Remember when the head of the European branch was killed? Kuroneko did that. I was with you during that time. So, I couldn't possibly be in Europe to kill the head of the European branch when I happen to be in Japan working with you." She smirked at Aya. "Sorry, but you can't cut off my head yet." Aya just glared at her.
"Have you met Kuroneko?" Youji asked.
"Twice. I managed to wound Kuroneko in both meetings." Her gold-green eyes were suddenly filled with hate. "Too bad I didn't kill Kuroneko the last time we met. Kuroneko owes me plenty." Her hands clenched into tight fists. "When we meet again, Kuroneko won't be so lucky."
Omi watched his aunt. In the past month, Omi had become close to her. He had known her to be very affectionate, but cold-blooded when it comes to missions. Nothing seems to faze her confidence, probably a result of being in the business for nine years. She was in complete control of her emotions; she rarely let them interfere during missions. She was in a way, like Aya, although she wasn't as stoic as the latter. She was 'warmer' than the leader of Weiβ, more affectionate.
Suddenly, Patricia smiled; all traces of hate disappeared from her eyes. That was another thing about her, Omi mused. Her lightning-fast mood changes that usually ends up confusing the male members of Weiβ. Omi secretly suspected Patricia knew this and used this knowledge to keep them on their toes. "Well, that goes for that. Now, Manx, why are you really here? Another mission?'
Manx nodded, handing them a folder and videotape. The tape showed a snippet from yesterday's news.
"Isn't that the clip about that suicide bomber? That would be the third time this month," Youji remarked. Youji was pertaining to the sudden wave of suicide bombings that happened throughout the city. The police still had no clue on who was the ringleader of the events.
Persia's shadowy figure popped up, droning about the usual stuff. Aya blocked out the unimportant words, retaining only the important information. Their target was a man named Keisuke Hagiri, a thirty-year old unemployed man with black hair and gray eyes. Hagiri had a gentle look about him. "What makes you think this is the ringleader?" he asked Manx.
"His name popped up on the files of the three suicide bombers. All of the bombers seem to have dated him during their lifetime," Manx explained.
"But all the suicide bombers are men and…" Omi's voice trailed off and then his face turned beet red. Youji laughed and patted the boy's hand. "Be brave, Omittchi," Youji intoned, grinning wickedly.
"You're scaring him more, Youji," Patricia told the playboy blonde. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at Youji. She looked like she was seeing the older blonde in a whole new light.
"Other than that," Manx continued, "Hagiri's background sort of fits."
"In what way?" Ken inquired.
Manx shrugged. "He was raised by a overly religious mother who hated gays. She would, since her husband left her for a man. The theory is, Hagiri's mother raised him as a gay hater."
"So, Hagiri's a gay hater and he uses his former lovers as living bombs. Is it just me, or does it seems like crimes are getting more increasingly bizarre every day? Why haven't the police arrested him yet? I mean, the cops have to be blind not to see the connection," Ken wanted to know, shifting in his seat.
"They have questioned Hagiri, but he had perfect alibis. Besides, many of the evidence against him are circumstantial, and you can't just convict someone over circumstantial evidence. You need hard proof. The police also have searched his house and came out with nothing. They had to let him go," Manx explained. "In the folder you would find all the information Kritiker has come up on him. He frequents a popular gay bar. By the way, the three suicide bombers were more than gays. They were…female impersonators."
"Drag queens?" Youji chortled. Patricia gave him a dark look. She smiled apologetically at Omi, whose face was still flaming.
"So what are we going to do?" Ken said lamely, unable to say anything else. "Don't tell me we're going to hang out in the bar?"
"No." There was suddenly a naughty smile on Manx face. She turned to Patricia who smiled a wicked smile back. "You're going to be drag queens."
"NANI?!?" The small room seemed at shake at the intensity of their shout.
"Are you out your mind?!?"
"No fucking way!"
"When do we start?" Omi said eagerly. The guys stared at him as if he was insane.
Manx threw Omi a considering look then saw Patricia shake her head. "Ah–no, Omi," Manx awkwardly. "We need your research skills. Besides, your aunt will rip me to shreds if I were to allow you."
Omi's shoulders slumped. Patricia glomped him. "Don't worry, Omittchi. It's more fun to watch than to perform." She looked at the dumbstruck men and laughed. Omi laughed along with her.
"I am not going to pretend as a stupid drag queen," Aya said firmly, fire in his eyes.
"We'll see about that, Fujimiya," Patricia drawled ominously, ignoring the glare.
*******
It took about two hours of non-stop badgering for the three members of Weiβ to agree to pretend as drag queens. The two, Ken and Youji, was easy. A little bit of induced guilt trips–courtesy of Omi–finally made them agree. Aya, on the other hand, took a lot more effort. Patricia tried provoking and taunting him with minimal success. Finally, Omi looked at Aya in the eye with his big blue eyes. It took about a few seconds for Aya to finally give in.
"I didn't think you were a sucker for puppy eyes," Patricia muttered as she carefully measured Aya's arms with a tape measure. "Hold still, Fujimiya. I don't want your costume not to fit you." Aya gave him a pointed look, which she ignored. "Spread your arms," she ordered. She then slipped the tape measure around his waist.
Aya looked down at the black head of hair. She was busy measuring them for the costumes they would need. Aya didn't know what the costumes would look like but he figured it would be something…queenish. He shot Omi a deadly look, which Omi didn't see, as he was busy scanning the Internet. Omi and his big blue eyes. If there were something Aya would call as his weakness, it would be the fact that he was a major sucker for huge, puppy dog eyes. Perhaps it was because his beloved sister had eyes like those. Huge and filled with innocence. Aya closed his eyes. It had been so long since he had seen and held his sister. He missed Aya-chan, her smiles, and her laughter. Nevertheless, he could never be with her. I'm too besmirched for something so pure, he thought.
"Fujimiya, are you OK?" Patricia's voice broke through his thoughts. He found himself looking at concerned gold-green eyes. For a moment, he felt mesmerized by those eyes. Mentally kicking himself, he jerked his gaze away. "Are you through?" he asked curtly.
Patricia sighed. It was going to be one of those. She turned to the other members of Weiβ. Ken and Youji had a look of horror on their faces. She pursed her lips, studying them critically. "Now, let's discuss about the wigs and make-up. Something suitable with your coloring."
"Wigs? Make-up?" Ken groaned. "Tell me this isn't happening." He glared at Omi. Omi was getting a lot of that lately. "This is all your fault," he accused.
"But Ken-kun," Omi cried, wide innocent blue eyes fixing on Ken's brown eyes. "We couldn't just let–"
Ken sighed. He was no match for Omi's blue eyes. He turned his wrath on a laughing Patricia. "Stop laughing. You're not the one suffering here." Patricia just laughed harder.
Then came the dance lessons. "Dance, us? Are you nuts? We're assassins, not dancers," Ken protested.
"That's not my problem. You're going to do some performing, so whether you like it or not, you're going to learn how to dance." Her tone left no room for arguments. Even Aya didn't protest. "Now," she began in a more reasonable tone of voice, "the dance steps are pretty easy. All you need is to sensually shake your bon-bons and do some elaborate but sexy hand gestures." She demonstrated for a moment. Her movements were fluid and graceful. The three found themselves hypnotized. When she stopped, they felt somewhat disappointed. Their disappointment, however, turned into pure shock when Patricia told them, "Now you do it. It's easy."
The three looked at each other, shuffling their feet. Behind them, Omi was laughing. The three was obviously more than uncomfortable at the turn of events. Aya turned to Omi. "Get out," he told him crisply.
"But Aya-kun," Omi wailed, eyes widening.
Aya fought the instinct to give in. "I said, get out," he repeated, eyes narrowed, voice colder.
"You better do what he says, Omittchi. I don't want you to lose any respect you may still have for these three," Patricia told Omi. Omi's eyes were pleading but Patricia shook her head emphatically. Taking a last look at the three, Omi left the room.
Patricia then turned to the three. "Now, let's begin. Remember, it's all in the hips."
They looked at Patricia. Seeing the expression of stony resolve on her face, they knew there was no way out. "Bitch," Youji murmured under his breath.
"I heard that, Kudou. Move!" she ordered, playing the tape.
The three stared at the floor for a moment. Then, as the music grew louder, they reluctantly began to dance. Their faces were red with embarrassment.
Patricia watched them with clinical detachment. She had to, since it was all she had to keep herself from laughing. They weren't all that bad. Youji was dancing well, a testament to all the time he spent dancing at discos. Ken…well, Ken moved rather awkwardly. His idea of a sensual dance seemed to be by sticking his butt out all the time. Ken was absolutely graceless, but that was expected from a soccer player. Meanwhile, Aya simply stood there, eyes narrowed, staring at his two comrades. Patricia wasn't surprised by Aya's actions. In fact, she expected it from the cerise-haired assassin.
"Uh, OK. That's enough," she finally said after a while. The two stopped immediately. "Ken, you're too stiff, and stop sticking out your butt all the time. I said, shake your bon-bon, not stick it out." Ken's blush turned a shade darker. "Youji, you did good, but you still need a bit of work." She turned to a still stoic-faced Aya. "Fujimiya, I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing." She smiled winsomely at the other two. "You'll do just fine."
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one going to dance dressed like some freak–" Youji stopped at the barely concealed threat in Patricia's face.
Patricia took a deep breath. "Manx said you should make go to the bar tonight." She grinned at them. "I wish I'd be able to watch your show but I have a different assignment. Good luck." She turned off the music and picked up her stuff. "Your costumes should be available tomorrow. Enjoy your work guys, Ja, ne."
*******
"So, you're the new gals," a tall blonde guy or girl–it was really hard to tell because of the thick make-up–who was the manager at the bar said to them. The three Weiβ members had decided to mentally identify their co- workers as he. Ken's eyes were bulging as he stared at the blonde. Aya bristled at the word 'gals'.
"Yes, dearie, we're the new gals," Youji said in a slightly falsetto voice.
The manager waved a dainty, manicured hand. "I'm Lucy." Lucy turned to another but shorter blonde. "Lila, these are the new girls. Very pretty, aren't they?" The manager turned back to them, brazenly looking at them from head to foot, noting their appearance. The three had decided not to wear anything queenish when they go the club to show themselves. "You haven't come out of the closet yet, have you?" she asked bluntly.
"Huh? Excuse me, but wha–" Ken was starting to say but Youji cut him off. "Hai. Our families sort of disapprove our…orientation. We're only dressed this way because we didn't want our families to get mad at us," Youji told the manager in a feigned sad voice.
Lucy nodded sympathetically. "It's the same the world over." He smiled at them. "Don't worry, girls. Mama Lucy's going to take good care of you."
That's what we're afraid of, they thought, a sinking feeling brewing in the pit of their stomach. I am going to kill Manx, each of them silently vowed.
*******
Patricia sat on the chair, hands gripping the phone. With a sigh, she put the phone back on its cradle. She glanced at the sheets of paper on her coffee table.
She opened a very thick folder marked 'confidential'. She had the folder even before she arrived in Japan. Inside the folder was the profile of every Japanese member and agent of Kritiker. She had scanned the files several times already. She had practically memorized every bit of information the portfolio provided. She flipped through the pages. Her eyes fell on Fujimiya's file.
Ran 'Aya' Fujimiya had intrigued Patricia even before he had killed Reiji. Shuuichi had often told her about the redheaded, Takatori-hating leader of the current Weiβ Kreuz. She had warned her older brother that when Fujimiya finds out he was working for a Takatori, all hell would break loose. And it did.
She didn't hate Aya for killing Reiji. Hell, she knew well enough that her eldest brother was a living demon on earth. Reiji would be more at home in hell. It was a good thing Aya killed him. What she hated about Aya was the fact that he seemed to hate her just because she had Takatori blood in her veins. Patricia didn't like narrow-minded people. What do I care? I don't even like him anyway, she thought.
The truth is, Aya's indifference to Patricia made him more intriguing and challenging in her eyes. Patricia loved a good challenge, and Aya Fujimiya was as good as a challenge gets.
"What am I thinking? Challenge or not, I'm better off leaving Fujimiya alone. I just don't have any time to waste on so…silly a matter," she said aloud to herself heatedly.
There was a sudden, insistent knocking on the door. Carefully hiding the folder, Patricia hurriedly went to the door. Flinging the door open, Patricia saw Aya Fujimiya standing in front of her door, carrying a huge box. "Speak of the devil," she murmured to herself. In a loud voice, she greeted the cerise-haired young man, "Good evening, Fujimiya. May I be of service to you?"
Aya scowled at her. On Patricia's face was that irritating dimpled smile of hers. "I need instructions on how to wear these," he said, brusquely thrusting the box in front of Patricia's face.
"What the–oh, the costumes." She sighed a little sad sigh.
Aya stiffened. "If you don't want to, I'd–"
A look of irritation crossed her face. She snatched the box from Aya's hands. "Don't be silly, Fujimiya. Come in." she stepped back to let him enter the apartment.
Silently fuming, Aya reluctantly followed the raven-haired assassin. Why did I bother to ask for her hel– instructions, anyway? he asked himself. He then reminded himself that he asked her, since he could consult no one else. The other two, Ken and Youji, were also having problems with their own costumes. Omi was simply out of the question. Patricia was the only person he knew that would be able to give him clear instructions and not think he's insane. Normally, Aya would do things on his own, but in this case, it was better to ask for instructions–however disliked the instructor is–than to look like a moron. Besides, it would be very peculiar for a supposedly experienced female impersonator to fumble with his costume. Someone could notice and tell the wrong person, thus blowing up their cover and ultimately ruining their mission.
As Aya watched Patricia's slim form saunter into the living room, he had to acknowledge the fact that Patricia had more or less improved the way Weiβ does its missions. Patricia's experience, knack for detailed planning and thorough research had made their mission less risky than they would have been before Patricia joined them. Their usual what-the-hell planning was simply too risky for the girl's taste. Patricia made sure almost every possible outcome was covered, made sure there were back-up plans in case something would go wrong and made sure they came out of the mission alive.
"You have to be a little fussy on this job. After all, you're being paid to kill, not to die," she told them once when Youji complained about her 'fussiness'. Yes, Patricia did command respect, if not admiration.
"Earth to Fujimiya. Are you there?" Patricia asked, waving a hand in front of Aya's face. Snapping out of his reverie, he focused his attention to her. "Which of this stuff are you having trouble with?" Patricia wanted to know, holding up the contents of his box.
Aya wanted to say 'everything' but he didn't want her to think of him as a complete fool. He thrust his jaw towards the heavily decorated corset and the pair of fishnet stockings.
Patricia smirked. "Thought so," she mumbled. She looked at him appraisingly. "You need to take off your pants and shirt," she told him calmly.
Aya felt himself blush at her words, the first time he ever did for a very long time in front of a woman. Patricia saw the barely perceptible blush and smiled secretly to herself. So, he gets embarrassed too, eh? she thought. She took a deep breath to prevent herself from laughing in front of Fujimiya's face. "Fujimiya, I grew up with brothers. I've seen naked or near naked men before. I doubt you have anything I haven't seen before." She turned her back to him. "I won't peek as you undress. Moreover, please stop blushing. Your red face clashes with your red hair," she added as an afterthought.
Aya glared at her back. Clenching his teeth and willing the blush away, Aya began to take off his clothes until he only wore a pair of briefs.
"Are you undressed yet?" she asked bluntly. Aya managed to answer her with a grunt. She turned.
Patricia's face was expressionless as she observed the nearly naked Aya. Aya had the snowy complexion of a young girl and Aya could have served as Donnatelo's model for his famous statue David with his slimly muscular body. Blinking back her astonishment, she said casually to Aya, "Let's begin with the stockings first."
Patricia then spent more than four hours teaching Aya how to properly wear his costume, from his fishnet stockings up to his elaborate headdress. Judging from the bewildered look that sometimes flickered in the violet depths of Ran's eyes, he hadn't expected anything as thorough as this.
"You should have fuller breasts," Patricia remarked as she adjusted the silicone 'cups' that gave Aya the illusion of a curvy bosom. There was no trace of embarrassment on her face as she pursed her lips and surveyed the 'man' in front of her. "You look like a very pretty girl, Fujimiya," she remarked, a grin on her face.
"You're enjoying this," he accused bitterly.
She gave him a wide-eyed innocent look that was somewhat similar to Omi's puppy eyes. "Would I do that, Fujimiya-san?" She lightly tousled Aya's red hair. "You really, really, look like a girl–even without a wig."
"Can I get off this now?" Aya asked in his cold as ice voice. Patricia nodded and turned her back towards him once again, as he took off his costume and put his regular clothes on. "Thank you," he said abruptly when he finished. He was a bit surprised to see that Patricia had neatly put his costume back into the box.
Patricia shrugged. "It's OK." She followed Aya as he headed for the door. As she held the door open, she asked in a serious voice, "Have you noticed anything unusual recently about Youji whenever he's with Omi?"
Aya gave her a penetrating look. "Nothing, except for the fact that Youji teases him more now." He was tempted to ask why she was asking but it was not his nature to concern himself with others.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment. "I see." She smiled softly at Aya, taking him aback with her sudden mood change. "Well, thanks, Fujimiya-san. Good night." She then closed the door.
Aya stood in front of the door for a moment. Then he looked around, senses alert. He felt like someone was watching him. He searched the darkness for a few minutes, then, finally satisfied that no one seems to be observing him, he went back to his apartment.
*******
"The redhead has very keen senses, hasn't he?" a husky voice commented to a person hidden by the dark shadows.
"Fujimiya? Yes, he is very sensitive to his surroundings," the person replied.
The two were on top of a small building a several meters away from the apartment of the Weiβ Kreuz members. The owner of the husky voice had been watching the scene between Aya and Patricia for a while. "She will be hard to get. She's the smartest of the lot."
"Probably the most hated as well," the person in the shadows remarked bitterly.
The other gave a crude snort of laughter. "By whom? By you or by her co-members?"
"By me." The person handed an envelope to the one with the husky voice. "Here is the information you wanted, Kuroneko."
"Why, thank you. It's so good to have a spy within the enemy." Kuroneko then let out peal after peal of cruel laughter.
*******
As soon as Aya left, Patricia retrieved the folder she was reading. She thanked God that Aya and the rest still didn't seem to catch on to what she was really doing.
She sighed. She didn't like concealing things from her co-members. It was somehow wrong. After all, they were supposed to be her allies and shouldn't information be shared between allies?
It wasn't her fault things had gone this way. If Persia hadn't been so–Patricia searched for the right word– unwilling to listen to reason and common sense, things wouldn't have gone this far.
There was no going back now. The importance of her true mission was of the highest priority. She had to succeed no matter what; failure was not an option for her to take.
She could see that the members of Weiβ were slowly trusting her. Even Aya was showing some kind of accommodation with her. That was good. She needed their trust to complete her mission.
But do I have to keep so many secrets? she asked herself. She liked her co-members, and she knew all hell would break loose if they were to find out why she really was here in Japan. I'm a Takatori, all right, she thought disgustedly. I'm deceptive. Fujimiya would–
She stopped at that thought. Why am I so concerned about Fujimiya's opinion? I should be more concerned with what Omi would think of me.
The mention of Omi brought forth another predicament. Patricia still hasn't told Omi the truth about himself. Damn it! Why do I always find myself in moral quagmires like this? she demanded silently to herself.
Another sigh escaped from her lips. I am keeping far too many secrets for comfort.
~T.B.C~
I'm not sorry I did this. I've always wondered what Weiβ members would like in drag…he, he…
What? No one to thank today? Well, thank you, Koyasu Takehito, for creating Weiβ. I couldn't have done it without you…
Sigh…so few reviews…what does a person have to do to get reviews here?!?
Sorry, I overreacted. Blame it on the vitamins my mother insisted that I take. What is this vitamin…*looks at label* P-R-O-Z-A-C. Prozac. What a funny name for a vitamin…
By the way, I'm having trouble making Ken more visible here…any non-Yaoi suggestions?
Oi, I have another fic here, but it's a fantasy titled Dark Knights: Destiny's Awakening. Please check it out…