When I Don't Remember

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : I refuse to tell you I don't own Weiss! Ah crap I just did *deep sighs*

Warnings : Yaoi, OCC, angst (as usual), probably should be more warnings but we'll leave it at this.

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts. Stuff marked * is explained at the end of this chappy!

Chapter 15. Mission Time

Schuldig growled to himself as he stretched his mind to find Ken. He understood why Yoji and Omi had insisted that he'd do this but that didn't mean he had to like it. His eyes narrowed when he stumbled across the chaos that ruled inside the brunette's head.
"Mien Gott*," he gasped and tried to find some sort of order in Ken's mind. "This is one seriously messed up kitten." It would take him some time to sort that out. Growling even louder he started to change, manipulate and rearrange Ken's thoughts. He was sweating buckets when he finally withdrew his thoughts from the brunette's. A part of the german was jealous. Why didn't anyone love him like Ken loved Ran? Schuldig shook his head and frowned. After having rested for a while he again accessed the assassin's head. There, there was at least some order now. Satisfied he got up from the chair he had been sitting on and wiped his forehead.
"You done?" He turned around and glared at Yoji.
"Ja, but I wouldn't pressure him into doing or thinking anything. He's a wreck."
"Is he going to be alright?" Omi asked and frowned with concern.
"How should I know? The sooner you get Abyssinian back here the better," Schuldig shrugged. "Now do we have a plan of some sort?"
"Hai, with the information you gave us we've cooked up a little surprise for Hattori but you have to make sure Dean stays the hell away," Yoji grumbled and played with his wires.
"Will do."
"Good, now get out of here. And Schuldig, remember what I said earlier…" The german grinned.
"I never forget anything Balinese." He strolled out from the flowershop without looking back.

The two blondes glared after him before they grabbed their stuff and went back to the kitchen. Omi carefully checked his darts.
"I wish Ken-kun could come with us."
"So do I Omi but he's not well…" Yoji sighed. It was dangerous to do this mission but they didn't have much of a choice.
"I'm done. Do you have the explosives?"
"Hai bishounen. I guess we better go then?" Omi nodded and glanced towards the stairs.
"Will he be alright by himself?"
"I gave him some water earlier with enough drugs in it to knock him out for the rest of the night," the lanky blonde nodded. "I'll check on him before we leave."
"Yoji-kun, what do we do if this doesn't work out?" The taller blonde sighed. He really didn't want to think about that at all. If they failed they would lose Ran for real and with him Ken. The brunette was already on the brink of dying inside.
"It'll work out Omi, is has to," he sighed and stalked up the stairs to check on their team-mate. Just as he had thought the brunette was fast asleep, hugging Ran's katana to his chest as if it was a teddy bear.

Omi didn't curse much but at the moment he was spitting out ever foul word he could think of. With anger he yanked out one of his arrows from the wall. His aim was getting sloppy and that he simply could not tolerate.
"Bombay, what's your location?" Yoji asked in his ear.
"I'm on the second floor Balinese. This place is swamped with security." A huff confirmed that the lanky playboy had noticed that too.
"You okay?"
"Hai Balinese but I've killed the wall three times," Omi muttered sourly and pulled out another set of darts. His bow would have to rest for a while.
"Hang tight I'm coming up to you Bombay."
"Copy that Balinese." The petit blonde took a step into the shadows and crouched down. He hated waiting especially when he had no back up. Normally one of his team-mates where close by but not now.
"Bombay where the hell are you?" Yoji hissed in his ear.
"Second door on your right Balinese."
"Ah there, I almost missed it," the playboy muttered. The door opened and Yoji came in. "So where do we go from here?" Omi pulled out a map and frowned.
"According to Schuldig, Hattori's office is on the seventh floor at the end of the corridore," he answered quietly.
"Joy, more fucking stairs with a shit load of guards no doubt," Yoji complained sourly. "God dammit my ass hurts!" Omi raised an eyebrow.
"Your what?"
"My ass, bum, behind, rear, backside, do any of these words ring a bell?" The tall blonde's face was annoyed and his eyes shone with pain.
"What did you to do your um eh behind?" Omi asked carefully and blushed.
"I don't want to talk about it!" Yoji snapped and scowled at his team-mate.
"Come on now Yotan, what's wrong?"
"I got shot, okay! I got shot… in the ass," the older blonde spat out and Omi couldn't help but laugh. He got a look of pure disgust from Yoji. "Yes, ha ha very funny Omi! Now let's get moving before I bleed to death." He turned his back to Omi and stalked over to the door while he muttered to himself. "My poor ass, I won't be able to sit for weeks. And what about my dates? I can't date when my ass is shot to shit. This is so not fair." The slender blonde bit down on his fist to stop himself from laughing. How on earth had Yoji managed that? He pulled himself together, he really should check if his team-mate was okay.
"I'm sorry Yoji-kun I didn't mean to laugh at you. Are you okay?" Green eyes glared at him.
"Sure I'm fine, peachy. Well I'm not dying if that's what you wanna know? But I'm not going to enjoy climbing those stairs." Satisfied with the answer Omi took the lead towards the staircase. It seemed empty enough so he slipped inside and waited for Yoji to join him. Together they started moving up. The small blonde felt bad for his team-mate who obviously suffered with each step he took.
"Are you sure you're okay Balinese? Is it bleeding much?"
"I'm in pain and I need a smoke Bombay," Yoji muttered. "Bleeding? How the hell should I know how bad it is? It's not like I can see anything back there. You wanna take a look?" Omi shook his head. He liked Yoji but not enough to study his behind. "Didn't think so." After what seemed to be half a lifetime the finally reached the seventh floor. The smaller blonde took a peek into the corridore and frowned.
"We have a problem Balinese," he whispered.
"So what else is new? What is it this time?" Yoji sighed.
"The corridore is empty."
"And this is a bad thing because…"
"If Hattori is there shouldn't there be guards?" Yoji sighed again. It was obvious that he was in a lot of pain and utterly fed up with the whole mission.
"So what do we do Bombay? Keep going or turn back?" Omi bit his lip. If they turned back now there was no way of knowing if they'd ever get another shot at Hattori.
"We'll continue," he answered reluctlantly. Carefully he stepped out from the staircase and looked around. It was quiet, way too quiet for his likening.

Yoji gritted his teeth. He was in a lot of pain and he was annoyed beyond himself for being so sloppy. Actually he was lucky that it was his behind that had been shot at and not his head. Growling curses under his breath he followed Omi. They reached the door to Hattori's office and stopped.
"Now what?" The lanky blonde knew he sounded kranky but well he was kranky. Omi thought for a moment.
"I think we better just dive in there. Usually we'd let Ken go first but well since he isn't here I…"
"I'll go first then," Yoji muttered. He just wanted this to be over so that he could take his precious butt to a hospital. With a sigh he moved infront of Omi and tested the door. Unlocked. That couldn't be good. "You ready Bombay?" The small blonde nodded and kept his darts ready. With every nerve on edge he swung the door open and stormed inside. A black haired man stared at them in shock.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked harshly and rose.
"Well Hattori…" Yoji drawled. "We're here to give you a little something." The man frowned and stalked closer. "I suggest you stay over there! We have a little score to settle with you." The yakuza-leader suddenly smiled.
"I expected more from Weiß. Can't you see a trap when it's right in front of you?" Yoji glanced over at Omi and narrowed his green eyes.
"Even if you call your guards now they won't get here in time," the small blonde sighed almost sadly and picked up one of his darts.
"We'll see about that," the man muttered and pushed a button on his desk. Before his hand had left it Yoji released his wire and watched how the silvery thread wrapped itself around the older man's neck.
"We will but you won't." He stretched it and the black haired man started to fight for air. With a quick snap of his arm the lanky playboy strangled him. "Let's get out of here Bombay." Omi nodded but didn't move. "Bombay?"
"Just a moment Balinese," the little blonde frowned and walked closer to the dead man. "That's not Hattori."
"What the fuck?!" Yoji snarled and leaned over the fallen man. "Fuck!"
"Looking for me?" a sweet voice said from the door. The two assassin's swirled around and glared at the real Hattori. Omi reacted first and sent dart after dart flying through the air. Two of them hit Hattori and the rest buried themselves in some of the guards. Yoji wasn't slow to follow and used his wires to render another one.
"Mission is a success," the lanky blonde muttered and stepped over the dead bodies. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" Omi nodded and followed him.
"I don't like what happened here at all," Bombay frowned thoughtfully as they walked down the corridore.
"I'm with you on that. Something stinks with this whole mission, ne? Are the explosives in place?"
"Hai Balinese." They left the large building and didn't even turn around to watch it scatter as Omi pushed the remote. Things had gone a little too easy and Yoji didn't like it one bit.

~TBC~

*Mein Gott = My God

Poor Yoji's bum *laffs* I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself. I've just watched The Mummy Returns and well Yoji's suffering because of it… Sowwie Yotan! Ja/Atsureki