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Chapter V.A: Beginnings
Autumn…
Patricia slowly lowered the flowers on the grave. She absent-mindedly wiped the dirt on the gravestone. "Hello, Martin," she whispered softly, her eyes growing misty. "I'm back."
Patricia was in Great Britain, where Martin was buried in the graveyard of an obscure parish in a little town somewhere in Wales. It was his second death anniversary. Two years since Yukino took him away from her. It was also her birthday.
They got married on her birthday. They were childhood friends, though Martin was five years older than she was. She had fallen in love with him when she was sixteen, when he helped her go through a difficult stage of her life. Being with Martin was one of the happiest days of her life. Then it was quickly snatched away.
She still had occasional nightmares about her, Yukino, and Martin. It was always the same. Yukino would be looming over her, scalpels in hand. Beside Yukino was Martin, moaning out her name, her late husband's face horribly disfigured. Patricia would wake up drenched in sweat, her heart pounding erratically.
"I killed the man who took you away from me," she told the silent gravestone. "I shot him in the face several times. Do you think that was enough?" Another silence answered her question.
She looked at her surroundings. The graveyard was surrounded thick clumps of trees whose leaves were now starting to turn to their autumn colors. Patricia loved autumn. She loved the different hues of bright colors: the yellows, the oranges, and the reds.
As Patricia spotted a red leaf flying past her, she was suddenly reminded of Aya. She frowned. Her relationship with Aya had changed rapidly since they first met. First, they were cordial antagonists, then grudging allies and now, unofficial lovers. How did that happen?
Was she falling for Aya? Patricia asked herself that question many times these past weeks and even now, she still couldn't answer her own question. It was just so confusing, what she felt for Aya. Besides, she couldn't just fall in love, not when there was the possibility of people like Yukino looking for her, wanting to get something from her. She was a great risk taker, but she also knew human life was something she couldn't simply trifle with. Even vigilante assassins value human life. With a small sad smile on her face, Patricia whispered good-bye to her husband's grave and left.
*******
"What are you thinking, Youji-kun?"
Youji started, staring at Omi in surprise. Youji had been staring out the window, his thoughts drifting to the past, back when he was still a detective. Youji characteristically quickly regained his composure. He gave Omi a charming smile, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. "Nothing," he lied smoothly. "What about you? What are you thinking about?" he shot back.
"Me? Nothing." Omi felt himself blush under Youji's suddenly intense stare. Omi glanced away and frowned. Why was he blushing, anyway? Youji had teased him many times, much worse than this, but for some strange reason, Omi was almost always blushing whenever Youji teased or stared at him. All that teasing and staring was uncomfortable for Omi, but sometimes, when their eyes meet for even just a spit-second, Omi felt something stir within him, making him suddenly weak and unsure of himself.
"Oi, Omittchi," Youji suddenly said, putting a hand on Omi's shoulder.
Omi jumped, startled out of his reverie. Another blush rose to his cheeks when Youji gave him an odd look. "Are you ill, Omittchi? You look a little feverish," Youji remarked, noting the flush on the boy's cheeks.
Omi quickly shook his head, willing the blush–and his odd thoughts–away. "Iie, Youji-kun. I'm all right. Were you saying anything important?" Omi asked, hoping to change the subject.
The blond playboy frowned then jerked his thumb towards the window. "Your aunt's here."
Omi threw a quick glance at the window. Sure enough, Patricia's car was parked in front of an apartment. She was sitting in the front seat; on the driver seat was a man Omi hadn't seen before.
"Wonder who the guy is? Aya's not going to be happy to know Patricia's two-timing him," remarked Youji.
"Youji-kun!" Omi cried out in protest. "How can you say that? You don't even know the guy."
"Then there's only one way to find out." Without another word, Youji went out to meet Patricia with Omi trailing behind him. "Welcome home, Patricia," Youji greeted Omi's aunt as she was climbing the stairs.
Patricia frowned at Youji but smiled at Omi. She gave Omi a fierce hug, ending it with a loud thump on the back. "Nice to see you again."
"So, how was Europe?" Youji casually asked.
She shrugged. "Cold and beautiful as always. The sights were great."
Youji looked pointedly over her shoulder. "I see you brought home one of the 'sights'."
"Him?" She pulled the man's hand and brought him face to face with Youji and Omi. He was about a few inches taller than Youji. "This is my twin brother, Patrick Angelus Takatori. Patrick, these are my co-workers." Omi noted that Patricia did not give Patrick their names.
"He's your twin brother?" Youji asked in an incredulous voice, looking unabashedly at the young man.
"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"
Omi compared the young man with Patricia. Both of them had black hair and gold-green eyes. They also nearly had the same facial features. Patrick smiled slightly at Omi, a dimpled smile that was clearly identical to Patricia's. If there were any doubts that the two were twins, the smile wiped away those doubts.
The man bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you. As my twin said, my name's Patrick." He glanced at Omi briefly, then turned to Patricia, one eyebrow raised. Patricia only smiled back. "Where's your apartment?" Patrick asked his twin. He jiggled his hand. "Your suitcase's heavy."
"It's the last one on the right wing." Patricia gave him a key. Patrick then headed for Patricia's apartment.
When Patrick was out of earshot, Youji demanded, "How come you never told us you had a twin?"
"You never asked." She glanced over her shoulder. "I see Ken and Aya are here."
"Hi, Patricia," Ken greeted with a small smile before he pulled her into a gentle hug. Since Yuriko's death, the two had become close friends, perhaps because not only did they share the same interests, they also shared the same fate. Both of them had lost someone they cared about because of events involving Yukino. Patricia was pleased that Ken was looking well. She had been worried that Yuriko's death would break him. Thank God, Ken's stronger than that, she thought.
When Patricia pulled away from Ken's hug, she found herself staring at Aya. An expectant hush fell on the group as they watched the two. "Hi, Aya," she finally said in a neutral voice. Aya said nothing; he only nodded.
"That's it?" Youji exclaimed. "You two were separated for two weeks and all you do is say hi to each other?"
Aya glared at Youji. Then Aya saw an unfamiliar man emerge from Patricia's apartment. The man went straight to Patricia, put an arm about her shoulders, and kissed her softly on the cheek. Aya felt a sudden and brief surge of unmistakable jealousy, then he ruthlessly pushed the feeling away.
"By the way," Patricia said, amused gold-green eyes fixing on a puzzled Ken and an unflappable Aya, "this is my twin brother, Patrick. Patrick, my other co-workers."
"Twin brother!" Ken exclaimed, his eyes darting from Patrick to Patricia. His eyes widened with awe as he noted their uncanny resemblance. Meanwhile, Aya remained unperturbed.
"I am very pleased to meet you," Patrick said smoothly. Then he turned to his twin. "I have to go, hime." He ruffled her hair, hurried down the stairs, got in Patricia's car, and drove away.
"Maa! There are so many things I don't know about you, Himalayan," Youji said in a bewildered voice
Shoving her hands into the pocket of her coat, she smiled at Youji. "I like it to keep it that way, Kudou."
*******
"The sweater looks good on you."
"Hn," Aya managed to say, glancing at the mirror. The turtleneck sweater did look nice on him. It had the color of maple leaves in autumn, complimenting his red hair. He turned to Patricia, who was sitting on his sofa staring at him with her gold-green eyes. "Thank you," he said simply.
She smiled, her dimples showing. "I'm glad you liked it. I spent a week knitting that for you." She yawned, then stood up in front of him. "I guess I better go to sleep. I have to wake up early in the morning. It's my shift on the flower shop tomorrow."
"Was that man really your twin?" Aya suddenly asked in his quiet voice.
Giving Aya an odd look, Patricia responded, "Yes. Is it so hard to believe? I know Patrick and I are complete opposites, but surely you can see the resemblance between us. He's older by four minutes. And yes, he does know I'm an assassin. Does he mind? A lot, actually."
The redhead didn't reply. Seeing Patricia and her twin together sharply reminded Aya of him and his only sister, Aya-chan. Like the twins, Aya/Ran and Aya-chan were complete opposites. Ran was the quiet and serious, while Aya was the cheerful and carefree of the Fujimiya siblings.
Patricia noticed the strange look on Aya's face and knew instantly that he was thinking about his sister–she had spent enough time with him to know. His purple eyes would have a faraway look in them and his face would turn pale whenever he thought of his sister. Patricia felt a twinge of sadness. She knew how much he loved his sister, not only from observing him, but also from reading his file. He had given it all up for Aya-chan's well being without a single thought about his own welfare. Such selfless sacrifice was something Patricia has rarely seen and she secretly admired Aya for that selfless act.
"I should get going," she said hastily, suddenly uncomfortable. She turned to leave.
Aya, however, had other ideas. He held her wrist tightly. "No," he said in a firm voice, drawing her close to him. She stared at him, then gave a soft gasp when she saw the expression of wanting in his eyes. "Stay." He took her hand and drew her close. "I haven't properly greeted you yet." Then he leaned over her possessively, tilted her chin, and sealed her lips with a kiss.
*******
"Hi," Youji cheerfully said as soon as Patricia opened the door to her apartment. "May I come in?"
Patricia scowled, stepping back to allow Youji to enter. She obviously didn't expect Youji to be pounding her door this early in the morning. "What do you want?" she asked with characteristic bluntness. She must have noticed the hesitant look on his face because she asked, "Is it about Omi?" Youji's eyes widened, then he blushed and looked down. Folding her arms across her chest, Patricia asked, "Youji, how old are you?"
"Nearly over twenty-three. Why?"
"You're a grown man, Kudou. I trust you're mature enough to know and to have considered the possible consequences of what you have in mind for Omi."
"You know? About my, uh–feelings for Omi, I mean?" Youji's neck snapped up in surprise.
Patricia gave him a slightly amused smile. "Naturally. I have eyes, you know. A lot of things gave you away, Kudou." Her face turned serious. "I don't like it, but it's not for me to decide. Omi's almost an adult now. Ultimately, it's his decision to make, not mine. All I can tell you, Kudou, is that you take it slow. Don't rush Omi or you'll risk losing him." Then she added, "If you hurt him in anyway, I'll burn you alive."
Stunned by her reply, Youji just nodded. He went to Patricia to explain his intentions on Omi. He had expected Patricia to bite his head off. Instead, she gave him some advice. He suddenly laughed.
"Is there something wrong with what I've said, Kudou?" Patricia sounded a little offended.
He smiled sheepishly. "I expected you to kill me on sight."
She chuckled softly. "I see. Now let me get some sleep."
"Aya kept you up, huh?" Youji teased.
"No, he did not," Patricia replied quickly, a slight blush briefly staining her cheeks.
"Are you two still in denial?" Youji asked in an exasperated voice.
"Of what?"
"That you're very attracted to each other. I have eyes too, you know, and it is plain as daylight that you two have the hots for each other. Besides, I've known Aya for a long time and I've never seen him act the way he does when you're around. He's more careful, sensitive and protective around you–not very much, but still, you have to be blind not to notice that. He likes you a lot. I even think he's slowly falling for you. And so are you."
Patricia was silent for a moment. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," she lied calmly. "Aya and I are just friends. There is nothing like what you've said going on between us."
Youji snorted. "That's bull, Patti, and you know it. I expected Aya to say something like that, but not you."
"You shouldn't expect too much, Kudou," Patricia snapped, eyes flashing, telling Youji that he had just overstepped his bounds. "Don't presume either, because you don't know me."
An uncomfortable hush settled in the room. "I'm sorry," Youji finally said. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm sorry I lost my temper. It's just that I'm tired and…" her voice faltered, unable to continue.
"I'll, uh, go now, so you can catch up with your sleep," Youji suggested. Patricia nodded. "I'll find my way out." Youji hurried towards the door.
"Kudou," Patricia called. Youji turned to her. "Be careful with Omi. I don't want him to get hurt."
Youji nodded, and then he left, quietly closing the door.
*******
Weiβ Kreuz's new mission came two weeks after Patricia arrived from Europe. Much to everyone's surprise, Manx came with Birman. Birman was as pretty as ever, though her eyes seemed hollowed now.
"Hey, Birman! We haven't seen you for a while," Youji remarked after they finished watching the video, a sly but sexy grin on his face. "Where have you been? I missed you."
Birman ignored Youji and instead gave Patricia a speculative look. "You must be Himalayan."
Patricia nodded. "And you must be Birman." They stared at each other for a moment, eyes assessing each other. Something seemed to pass between them. Then the two smiled. "So we have a traitor in Kritiker in the name of Hiroshi Ukari," Patricia said slowly.
"A traitor in Kritiker?" Ken said. "I didn't think we have those."
Manx frowned. Traitors weren't uncommon in organizations, and Kritiker has its share of it. "Unfortunately, we do, Siberian, and Persia wants you to deal to it."
Omi thoughtfully pursed his lips. "Ukari won't be easy to deal with. He worked for Kritiker for a long time. His records are very impressive. He knows more about the organization than all of us put together. He's very good."
"He used to be one of the best. Now, he's trading information with other organization–information about us. Not only that, he has also done several assassinations." Birman's eyes narrowed. "He must be dealt with."
"'White hunters of evil, hunt the futures of these dark beasts,'" Youji quoted softly. "Never thought we'd actually hunt one of our own," he mused, grimacing at the thought of killing a former agent of Kritiker.
"He's no longer one of us, Youji," Aya said coldly. "He's the target now."
*******
"I missed your cooking," Patrick said to her while eating the food she brought him. "It just tastes so good."
Patricia laughed. "I guess it does." She smiled fondly at her twin. It had been a long time since the two shared a dinner together. Both of them had been very busy, with Patrick being engrossed with his acting in Shakespearean Theater and Patricia with being preoccupied as a member of Weiβ Kreuz and as a future doctor. She glanced around the room. Patrick's apartment was messy as usual since he was the sloppier twin. Clothing and foodstuff nearly covered the room. She shook her head in obvious dismay.
Patrick glanced up. "So, what do you want, princess? I assume this isn't just a social visit."
Patricia's voice turned serious. "I need you to send a message to the head of the European branch," she began. Then she proceeded to explain the whole nature of her mission here in Japan to her suddenly attentive twin. "So that's why I can't send it myself, because it might disrupt the whole thing," she concluded. "Will you do it?"
Patrick was silent for a moment. He stared at her straight in the eye. "Do they know about this?"
Shaking her head, Patricia replied, "My teammates? No."
"Is that bothering you?" he asked softly.
That question got him an indignant look from his sister. "Of course it does! Why shouldn't it? I don't like keeping secrets from allies, especially now that I'm very much involved with…" her voice suddenly trailed off as she realized what she was saying.
"The redhead?" Her twin supplied, a shrewd look on his face.
Patricia bit her lip. It was no use lying to Patrick. She knew he could see through her lies. "How did you guess?" she asked, looking down and making doodles on the table with her index finger.
"The way he looked at you. I swear, I think he wanted to kill me back when we first met. If you hadn't told him I'm your twin, I would have been dead."
She smiled. Then her smile faded. "I shouldn't have gotten involved with him. It was wrong, and I know I should leave but I can't seem to get away from him. When he finds out what I'm up to, he'll probably kill me." She sighed, looking down.
"Hey, you're not getting maudlin at me, are you?" Patrick teased, though inside he began to feel uneasy. His sister wasn't the maudlin type, but when she turned tearfully sentimental, something serious was afoot. He sought to change the subject. "Grandparents Sté. Claire's ninth death anniversary's coming up," he reminded her. Then he bit his lip, cursing himself. He had just reminded her of a more painful event.
Their maternal grandparents' ninth death anniversary. Had it been that long? Patrick thought. Like many of their relatives, their grandfather, along with her grandmother, had been murdered. Their grandfather had been a fearless and popular politician in Britain. He had won the people's hearts with his unselfish devotion to public service but he also made powerful enemies–the same enemies that had them killed–right before her very eyes. Not only that, it might be possible that it was her own brother who had her grandparents killed.
It was that untimely death that pushed Patricia into the path of being a Kritiker agent. It hadn't been an easy path. She had been just twelve years old–a mere child when she joined but filled with incredible determination to make her grandparents' killers pay. Kritiker didn't accept her at first, but she finally got in–all thanks to her family's political connections and her own 'talent'–or so she says.
Patricia closed her eyes, probably trying to block away the waves of pain and guilt that always seemed to consume her when she was reminded of the past. Since then, she had lost many people she cared about. Far too many. Patrick wondered how she handled those loses. "This will be your last mission, right?" Patrick asked in an anxious voice. "You do remember the promise you made to mother, ne?"
She smiled at her twin. "How could I forget that?" she murmured softly.
*******
Traitor. It was such a harsh word to describe him. Insurgent had a much nicer ring to it, though it practically meant the same. Staring at the star-filled sky, Hiroshi Ukari sighed. He turned to the man he was dealing with–a middle-aged gajin. "I'm afraid I cannot do what you ask of me," Ukari replied in a smooth voice. "That would be impossible." He watched with concealed pleasure as the man frowned.
"For you?" the man countered. "I think not." He studied Ukari through hooded eyes. "What's the problem? Money, perhaps? Is five million British pounds not enough for you? Do you need more?"
Fool! Ukari thought with disgust. Don't they know that it's not always about money? Foreigners. "What you propose is quite out of the question. I can only provide information about them, but not kill them. They are too many, and far too skilled for me to deal alone," Ukari explained patiently to the gajin.
"Then we will provide you with manpower. If you need anything else, just tell us. We are willing to give you many things, as long as you kill them, and the girl remains unspoiled."
Ukari stared at the man, trying to figure out what was he up to. Why is the girl important to you, old man? he asked silently, though his eyes showed nothing of his curiosity. Ukari was intrigued by the man's proposition. It wasn't often that he was offered five million pounds to kill people. With that kind of money, Ukari could leave the country and never have to work a single day in his life. It wasn't all that bad, until one considered the risks.
"Will you accept it?" the man asked.
Five million pounds. Is it worth it? Perhaps. With a curt nod, Ukari agreed to the deal.
*******
"What on earth are they talking about?" Patricia asked to no one in particular. She peered through her camera with its telephoto lens, trying to get a better view. She quietly took a picture of the scene.
"Remind me to take lip-reading lessons," Ken grunted, lifting his night-vision goggles. Shivering, he complained, "Why couldn't Omi have planted a bug on the table? It's so damn cold!"
Ken sounded so annoyed that Patricia had to laugh. "The night isn't that cold, Ken-ken," she replied teasingly. Patricia glanced around. They were watching Ukari in the rooftop of a building across the open-air restaurant where Ukari was meeting with a possible prospective client. Autumn was fast approaching, and the chill in the air proved it.
"Easy for you to say," grumbled Ken. He smiled shrewdly at Patricia. "You're a girl, and we all know girls have an extra layer of fat that insulates–"
"Ken Hidaka!" Patricia gasped in such an outraged voice that Ken laughed. She gave him a wry look then cleared her throat. "Omi couldn't plant a bug because Ukari might detect it and consequently blow up our mission." She then glanced back at Hiroshi Ukari. "Ukari's moving."
"That he is," Ken confirmed, watching their target walk away briskly. "We should get moving too. We have to get this film developed."
As they were getting in Patricia's car, Ken remarked, "I still can't believe Aya let you out of his sight. Since the kidnapping, he's been guarding you like a hawk." He saw Patricia's go pale at the mention of the word 'kidnapping'. Ken then decided to ask her a question that had bothered him since the abduction. "Patricia, I hope you won't get mad, but I just want to ask: What happened in Yukino's lab right before we arrived?"
Patricia was quiet for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, she recounted the events to Ken, who listened attentively. When she was finished, Ken stopped the car and gazed at Patricia with an incredulous look.
"Let me get this straight. Yukino was the one who–uh, assisted your mother when she gave birth to you and your twin?" Patricia nodded. "And he's been looking for you since then, and he was the one who had your husband killed?" She nodded once again. Ken narrowed his eyes. "Have you told Aya?"
She shook her head. "Didn't think I should tell him. What Yukino said only concerns me, not Aya."
"You should have!" Ken admonished. "Aya's our leader, OK? You have to tell him because what happens to you–whether it's physical or mental or both, ultimately affects the group. You said that once, remember?" He glared at Patricia meaningfully, reminding her of the line she used on Ken.
Patricia winced slightly. "Ken, if I had told Aya, it would have only distracted him and the rest of you from the more immediate matters at hand at that time," Patricia explained patiently.
"I thought our own safety should be our first immediate concern."
She winced again. "I've been taking precautions, OK? I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. So don't concern yourself with it." She sighed at the disapproving look in Ken's eyes. "Ken, right now, we can't do anything about it. We don't know a lot about Yukino and whomever he's working for, so for now, let's focus on something we know a lot about, like our mission. We'll worry about me some other time, ne?"
Ken seemed to think about what she said. Finally, he nodded. "I still think you should tell Aya." He started the engine once more. "Yukino called you Sleeping Beauty? What the hell did Yukino mean by that?"
"I don't know, Ken. I just don't know," she replied with another sigh.
*******
The current members of Weiβ Kreuz were considered as one of the most potent and skilled of the many Kritiker agents around the globe. They had taken out very formidable targets: first, the Prime Minister of Japan, Reiji Takatori, then later, the cult Esset. They were only four and yet, they managed to take out these powerful figures without losing their lives.
Hiroshi Ukari flipped through the files he managed to get from Kritiker. It was really careless of Kritiker to leave written records of their agents. It was something he had pointed out a while back, before he became a freelancer. They hadn't listened then, and it had cost him his beloved's life.
Ahhh, love. It made one do unexpected things. He had loved his wife very much. She was like him, an agent of Kritiker. She had been gang-raped then killed two years ago by a drug syndicate whose boss Hiroshi had killed in a mission for Kritiker. Hiroshi had been in shock when he found out his wife was dead. It wouldn't have happened if he had been there, if the syndicate hadn't gotten their filthy hands on his Kritiker file. His wife would have been alive. She would be with him. Instead, she was rotting in the cold, unforgiving ground
After his wife's death, he had become a freelancer, a mercenary who had only one thing in mind: Destroy Kritiker. It had been his goal ever since–to avenge his wife's death with Kritiker's destruction. He wanted the people behind Kritiker to suffer as much as he did.
Weiβ Kreuz. He narrowed his eyes. If they disappeared, Kritiker operations would be very affected. It was a perfect thing to do. He smiled to himself.
*******
The meeting was called to order in a few minutes. There were fifteen people in the room, most of them men. Some of them were old, the others quite young. The leader, the one they called Zeus, first spoke, "Did the assassin agree to our terms, Hermes?"
The one called Hermes stood up. "Yes. He hesitated for a moment, but he eventually agreed. He requests for our assistance."
"He shall have it." Zeus turned to a roguish-looking young man sitting a few chairs way from Hermes. "Ares, I want you to send your men to assist the assassin. However, instruct them to keep an eye on the slayer."
A young attractive woman fanned herself with an expensive peacock fan. "I don't see why we have to hire an outsider. Ares's men can take care of the job." She smiled provocatively at Ares, who smiled back.
"That may be so, Aphrodite, but the slayer knows more about them than we do," Hermes pointed out. "Ares may have the manpower, but not the information."
"Is all this fuss all worth it?" Aphrodite asked.
"It is, my dear. It is."
*******
Omi observed the pictures critically. "You take good photographs, Patti-san," he complimented his aunt.
"Thanks," Patricia said absently, her mind preoccupied. Who was the man Ukari was talking to? she wondered. She turned to her nephew. "Can you run a check on whoever was the man Ukari was talking to? It might turn out something useful." She picked up another photograph of Ukari and stared at it. He seemed a little troubled, but why? "I hate games," she muttered to herself, not really meaning it.
"Huh? Did you say anything, Patti-san?" Omi asked.
"Nothing important, Omi. Just talking to myself," she replied.
"Uh, Patti-san, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
In a serious voice, Omi asked, "What did it feel like, to lose Martin?"
That question seemed to tale Patricia completely by surprise. She stared at Omi in disbelief. Omi expected that. After she revealed to them that she had been married, no one, not even Aya, ever asked about her dead husband. "W-what?" she stammered.
Omi looked deeply in her eyes. "I mean, how did it feel to lose Martin?"
Patricia gave his nephew an odd look, but didn't ask any questions why he was asking her. Instead, she replied, "It was…very painful. Nevertheless, falling in love can be painful…" her voice trailed off. "I wanted to be happy–to make other people happy as well, so I took the chance of loving someone, even though I knew things could get very painful at times." Patricia was about to ramble on when she noticed a faraway look on Omi's face.
Love can be painful. How true that was, Omi thought. He had fallen in love with Ouka Sakaki, only to find out in the end that she was his half-sister, Reiji Takatori's daughter by his mistress. Omi would have accepted that gradually, would have been content and happy to have Ouka as a sister, but before he could even begin to do so, Farfello killed Ouka. Omi could still remember the taste of her lips when he kissed her and still could feel and hear the sound of her last breath. He felt his eyes burn as unexpected tears welled up his eyes.
Patricia put a hand on Omi's shoulder. "Are you OK?" she asked anxiously.
Omi nodded, jerking back to reality. "Do you think you can love again, after Martin's death?"
Patricia smiled sadly. "Yes. It's going to be hard, but anything worthwhile always is." She cleared her throat. "So, are you really OK?"
He nodded again. "Well, thanks for bothering with my questions," Omi said to his aunt, looking up. Patricia nodded then returned to her previous task of studying the photographs. Omi then picked up a photograph and considered it for a few moments. "Patti-san," he suddenly said in an urgent voice.
Patricia hurried over to her nephew's side. "What is it?"
"I think he knew you were there," Omi said, pointing to Ukari in the photograph.
She took the photograph from Omi's hand. Ukari seemed to be staring directly at her. She felt a chill rush up her spine when she saw the look in his eyes. He seemed very aware of what was happening around him.
The hunting begins, she thought. "But who's the hunter? Is it us or is it him?" she whispered.
~T.B.C~
Yes! Read and review people!
So, what do you think? Everything's in place now. And it's starting to get interesting…
I'm not really a fan of Yaoi pairing in Weiβ, but I concede some of the best fics I read were Yaoi ones. Gosh, how do they do it? Yaoi is so hard to write…but easy to find but hetero…It's so hard to find! If anyone knows any non-Yaoi or shonen-ai Gundam or Weiβ fanfics out there, do please tell me!