Author's Note....part 5.. . . . getting closer to the end now!! Is this starting to make sense yet?.....Oh a coupla spoliers for Weiss Kreuz here......If you don't get it, leave a note and I'll try to explain.....
Memento ...pt 5
"Wake up Siamese." The voice pierced through the quiet stillness of the room and Tohma lifted his head lethargically. He glared at the man who spoke, unable to move anymore. "Where is he?" he asked, cupping Tohma's chin almost parentally and lifting the blonde's face to look at him. Tohma blinked slowly, ignoring the question. The man didn't seem to notice and knelt down to Tohma's level. "Tell me where my brother is...."
K led the subdued Shuichi away from the alley and into the front seat of his car. He tried to be subtle while he looked the boy over, determining the sorce of the blood. Satisfied Shuichi wasn't injured he turned the car towards the inn, where Tohma was last seen. Shuichi sniffled quietly in his seat and K knew it didn't bode well for Shuichi's state of mind. He frowned as he concentrated on the road, when Shuichi suddenly spoke. "What happened to me?"
The man cleaned his nails with the complimentary letter opener and watched the agent on the floor. He knew. He knew he did. The blonde stirred again and he smiled. "Welcome back Siamese."
"Shuichi," K sighed, "You've been missing for a week." Shuichi forgot how to breathe for a second and froze, staring out the window. "A week?" he whispered. "How can I lose a week?" K glanced at the boy worriedly before continuing, "You had started to recieve letters telling you to watch out for someone called 'Siamese'. Nobody could trace these letters and it worried a lot of the higher ups. Especially Tohma. He supposedly went on a business trip 3 days after you dissappeared. He was supposedly in New York." Shuichi frowned, "I don't remember any of this! The last thing I remember is Fujisaki glaring at me when I was late for work! And then The next thing I know, Seguchi-san is on top of me on some street! I don't remember K!"
Tohma hissed as the man kneeled beside him again, the letter opener held against his cheek. "Now, Siamese. You must know where he is. After all you were the one who took him in the first place." The glare Tohma had been using intensified and the man laughed. "Oh my. The Kitten has claws huh? Did you think I didn't know? You really must have realised I would find out about you're 'extra' activities? Not that it really matters. All you did was delay the plans for my brother's return..."
"He's not your brother," Tohma rasped, blood running freely down his lip. The man froze, the letter opener digging into his cheek, drawing blood. The man's nostrils flared and he clutched the letter opener tightly, before thrusting it into Tohma's already injured stomach. "He IS my brother! He WILL be back!" his shoulders heaving the man withdrew the letter opener and closed his eyes, calming himself. The smile returned to his face, "It's no matter. Once he's back with me we can be a family again..." Tohma gasped at the pain tearing through his stomach and his vision dimmed, "He's not Mamoru..." The man froze, the letter opener held in hand. "What?" His entire demeanor changed and Tohma smiled.
"You don't remember your own experiement?" a voice hissed from the shadows and a smaller figure emerged from the shadows of the room. The man backed away from Tohma, losing his composure. "Brother...."
Rasing a crossbow, the boy stalked forward, his blue eyes never leaving those of his once sibling. "You do remember don't you?" he hissed, "Mamoru? The one you killed?" The man fell to his knees, his hands covering his head, "No! That wasn't what happened!" The boy ignored him and a hand reached into a pocket, withdrawing three darts. "Yes it was. You killed him. And then you created him, The perfect brother for you." One dart was released and it landed in the man's arm, already distributing it's poison. Tohma watched, his eyelids growing heavy as the boy circled the man, the man sobbing on the floor. "But you didn't count on him becoming more than your puppet. Of having his own mind. That was your mistake." The second dart flew into his thigh. " I won't let you screw with him. He won't know about Mamoru. And he won't know of you. He won't know what you made us do." The final dart flew into the man's chest and he choked back a cry of pain. The boy lifted the crossbow and placed it against the man's temple, finger on the trigger, "He won't know about the cloning." His finger tightened on the trigger and with the catch released on the bolt, it was over.
Memento ...pt 5
"Wake up Siamese." The voice pierced through the quiet stillness of the room and Tohma lifted his head lethargically. He glared at the man who spoke, unable to move anymore. "Where is he?" he asked, cupping Tohma's chin almost parentally and lifting the blonde's face to look at him. Tohma blinked slowly, ignoring the question. The man didn't seem to notice and knelt down to Tohma's level. "Tell me where my brother is...."
K led the subdued Shuichi away from the alley and into the front seat of his car. He tried to be subtle while he looked the boy over, determining the sorce of the blood. Satisfied Shuichi wasn't injured he turned the car towards the inn, where Tohma was last seen. Shuichi sniffled quietly in his seat and K knew it didn't bode well for Shuichi's state of mind. He frowned as he concentrated on the road, when Shuichi suddenly spoke. "What happened to me?"
The man cleaned his nails with the complimentary letter opener and watched the agent on the floor. He knew. He knew he did. The blonde stirred again and he smiled. "Welcome back Siamese."
"Shuichi," K sighed, "You've been missing for a week." Shuichi forgot how to breathe for a second and froze, staring out the window. "A week?" he whispered. "How can I lose a week?" K glanced at the boy worriedly before continuing, "You had started to recieve letters telling you to watch out for someone called 'Siamese'. Nobody could trace these letters and it worried a lot of the higher ups. Especially Tohma. He supposedly went on a business trip 3 days after you dissappeared. He was supposedly in New York." Shuichi frowned, "I don't remember any of this! The last thing I remember is Fujisaki glaring at me when I was late for work! And then The next thing I know, Seguchi-san is on top of me on some street! I don't remember K!"
Tohma hissed as the man kneeled beside him again, the letter opener held against his cheek. "Now, Siamese. You must know where he is. After all you were the one who took him in the first place." The glare Tohma had been using intensified and the man laughed. "Oh my. The Kitten has claws huh? Did you think I didn't know? You really must have realised I would find out about you're 'extra' activities? Not that it really matters. All you did was delay the plans for my brother's return..."
"He's not your brother," Tohma rasped, blood running freely down his lip. The man froze, the letter opener digging into his cheek, drawing blood. The man's nostrils flared and he clutched the letter opener tightly, before thrusting it into Tohma's already injured stomach. "He IS my brother! He WILL be back!" his shoulders heaving the man withdrew the letter opener and closed his eyes, calming himself. The smile returned to his face, "It's no matter. Once he's back with me we can be a family again..." Tohma gasped at the pain tearing through his stomach and his vision dimmed, "He's not Mamoru..." The man froze, the letter opener held in hand. "What?" His entire demeanor changed and Tohma smiled.
"You don't remember your own experiement?" a voice hissed from the shadows and a smaller figure emerged from the shadows of the room. The man backed away from Tohma, losing his composure. "Brother...."
Rasing a crossbow, the boy stalked forward, his blue eyes never leaving those of his once sibling. "You do remember don't you?" he hissed, "Mamoru? The one you killed?" The man fell to his knees, his hands covering his head, "No! That wasn't what happened!" The boy ignored him and a hand reached into a pocket, withdrawing three darts. "Yes it was. You killed him. And then you created him, The perfect brother for you." One dart was released and it landed in the man's arm, already distributing it's poison. Tohma watched, his eyelids growing heavy as the boy circled the man, the man sobbing on the floor. "But you didn't count on him becoming more than your puppet. Of having his own mind. That was your mistake." The second dart flew into his thigh. " I won't let you screw with him. He won't know about Mamoru. And he won't know of you. He won't know what you made us do." The final dart flew into the man's chest and he choked back a cry of pain. The boy lifted the crossbow and placed it against the man's temple, finger on the trigger, "He won't know about the cloning." His finger tightened on the trigger and with the catch released on the bolt, it was over.