Second Chance
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU, cursing
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*Notes* An AU that takes place after the series and Aya's sister has not awaken from her coma yet.
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Aya and Omi (Gets that far away look) *Giggles*
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Aya kept his hand on the hilt of his katana, his thumb pushing it from the sheath. He turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder. Who are you?
The figure moved in the shadows but stayed out of the man's view. I am Fatality. Under the stoic words held a refined mood.
Abyssian felt his sword break free from it's sheath and he tightened his grip on the smooth black handle.
Don't move. He heard the gun being cocked. Put your hands where I can see them. Now! There was something strange about the voice; the way it fluctuated.
The red haired man moved his hand from his leather trench coat, twisting around he swung his newly revealed katana in front of him as he charged the shadow. He skidded to a stop when a bullet bounced off the cement in front of him, missing his feet by mere inches.
That wasn't a very smart thing to do. The figure moved again but Aya couldn't keep track of it in the dark. Put the weapon down.
Aya grudgingly cast aside his sword, it clattered somewhere off into a shadow. Where are they?
You mean your team. I disposed of them. They all gave up a good fight, you should be proud of them. They died heroically.
You bastard, Aya seethed, clenching his hands into fists.
Such foul language. That's something I'd expect from Yoji, maybe Ken if he was angered into it.
Abyssian's eyes widened ever so slightly. How do you know us?
I've been watching you.
What,' Aya thought. That's impossible I would have seen someone.' His face held no indication of what he was thinking. Was it someone at the shop? The hospital?'
Have you guessed who I am? There's no need to look further then your own bed.
The man took a deep breath and reached into his pocket, pulling something small out. The figure moved again, but Aya ignored it. In his palm was the tarnished locket he found sitting on his pillow.
Aya felt his whole body grow heavy, his hand dropped limply to his side. He heard his breathing grow laborious. His mind screamed one word and he forced himself to repeat it out loud.
The figure moved into the dim light provided by a single bulb that hung above them. The silver hair matched the shinning gun the woman held in her steady hand. Her normal sapphire orbs were narrowed, trained on the man in front of her. She was dressed in entirely in black, only her arms were free of clothing.
Aya's eyes swept over the scaring on the woman's arms. he whispered, reading the etched wording in the pale skin.
Yoshi's lips curled into a twisted smile. Shocked? So was I when I became the next one.
You're not Fatality?
Not the original. I'm a backup in case the real Fatality screwed up. Stupid fool got himself shot and he bleed to death waiting for help that would never arrive. Yoshi kept the gun on Aya as she stepped closer, further into the light. He saw a flow of crimson coming from a cut above her left eye.
The woman saw Aya glance at her wound and she reached up and wiped some blood from her eye, Yoji was the hardest to get. Didn't know when to quit. You don't believe me? That's fine, you'll see them soon enough.
Aya couldn't believe his ears,
I'm an assassin, just like you. You of all people should understand but I guess you don't. Yoshi's eyes softened a little. I wouldn't understand myself either. Would you guess this is my first mission and I've already screwed up. I was supposed to kill you the same night that I had Omi find me. That wasn't some coincidence that Omi found me. It was all planned.
So why didn't you kill us then?
Yoshi took a deep breath. Minor mistake. My men really took it out on me with that fake fight and I passed out. It was then in the morning that I decided to wait to kill you. Yoji's a light sleeper and Ken locks his door. Omi never really sleeps and you have nightmares, so I couldn't move from room to room and kill you in your sleep like I planned.
Then why did you stick with us for so long?
I needed to know how you guys thought. What you did, so I was able to predict your moves. Once I did, it was only a matter of giving Kritaka some information so I was able to lure you four here.
The whole street kid theme was a fake then, The man asked. Your family dying too.
Yoshi spat bitterly, My family was killed and I was left without anyone. I lived on the streets till I was fifthteen. Then the Komaki clan picked me up. They were in need of assassins and were desperate enough to take kids off the street. If I kill Weiss then I will be given the information that I need in order to find the man that killed my family and ruined my life.
Then kill me, Aya said taking a step forward.
The woman backed up. Don't move Aya! I will shoot you without a second thought.
Then do so. You already killed my team, what's stopping you from taking me out.
Yoshi seemed to struggle with that Because . . . I . . . I want to know why you became a Weiss.
Abyssian's gaze caught Yoshi's. For the money.
I don't believe you.
I'm a killer, there's nothing good about me.
Something happened in your past that made you want to become a Weiss. I want to know Aya.
I almost lost someone I loved. I wanted revenge on the people who did this to me.
Did you?
Didn't it make you feel good?
Yes. But there is now an emptiness inside me where the vengeance had been. It's been a long time that I've carried this emptiness until one day. One day you showed up. Yoshi couldn't help the sound of surprise.
You helped fill that emptiness, make my life a little less painful. I almost felt whole that night when you fell asleep in my arms. I thought to myself, I can actually live a little and know that you were there.
the silver haired woman whispered. She shook her head. It's too late to back out now. I have to do this.
I understand but answer me this. That day in the park. Was it real?
The woman lowered her weapon to her side and bowed her head. Everything was real Aya. My love for you was real. I loved you guys. You were my family when I had nothing. You were my second chance.
the man started.
And I owe my life to you . . . so Aya, I give my life for you. The woman raised the gun and pressed it to her to heart.
Yoshi. No!, the man yelled, rushing forward, hand raised to grab the steel weapon. His finger touched the cold metal and he felt it go off, sliding away from him.
Yoshi's eyes widened and a strangled gasp slipped past her lips. Her legs buckled under her and she dropped to the ground, the gun clattering to the ground. Aya collapsed to his knees, next to the fallen woman. He shook his head in disbelief and reached to touch the woman when he saw scarlet flowing from under her, creating a lake of red around them.
he whispered, gathering the woman in his arms. He brushed the silver bangs from her face. He pressed a hand to the gushing wound, knowing that it was hopeless.
a small voice came from the woman. Her eyelids fluttered open but they no longer held the sparkle of life.
the man soothed. Don't talk.
Aya, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Yoshi brought a shaky hand the mans face and gently touched his cheek. I love you. The hand dropped and the sapphire orbs closed for the last time.
God dammit!
Aya's head snapped up at the familiar voice. Yoji is that you?
Hell yeah it's me. The blond stumbled from the dark, his sunglasses missing. He squinted in the dimly lit room and the emerald eyes widened. Oh shit.
Over here Ken, is Omi okay?
The athlete appeared, Omi hanging onto him as he stumbled a little. The teen grimaced and touch the back of his head lightly.
I'm okay, just got a really big head- oh no, Omi's blue gaze rested upon Aya. He pulled away from Ken and sank to his knees next to the red haired man.
Ken let out a slow breath and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder who leaned over and brushed his lips gently across Yoshi's forehead. Omi stood and let himself be lead away with a guiding hand. Yoji didn't say anything, instead he bent down and rested a hand on Aya's shoulder before backing up.
Abyssian kept silent. The crimson liquid was beginning to stain his coat and gloves but he didn't care. He pulled the woman closer to him, and pressed his lips to Yoshi's for a moment before he was interrupted by Omi.
Aya . . . we have to go. There are bombs all over the place, the teen closed his eyes. Ken squeezed his shoulder.
Yoji stepped in. They're set to go off at midnight. We got ten minutes to get out here.
Aya glanced down at the woman in his arms. We leave Yoshi here.
Ken exclaimed.
It's what she would have wanted. Aya placed Yoshi gently on the ground and stood. Lets go. The man scooped up his discarded katana and slid it into its sheath. Ken and Yoji exchanged glances and followed silently. Omi paused, staring at the woman at his feet.
A arm wrapped around his shoulders and the teen looked up into the violet gaze of Aya. Come on Omi. We have to go. He half drug the teen out of the warehouse. The other two members of Weiss were waiting for them at a safe distance.
What time is it Yoji?, Aya asked.
It's . . . you know my watch doesn't tell time. It's permanently stuck at 3:30.
We got a couple of minutes, Ken said.
I thought, Bombay said, I thought you guys were dead?
Me too, Balinese answered him. That woman packs a punch. Locked me and Ken in cold storage. Must of hit Omi over the head. We managed to get out by Ken's bugnucks. Then we found him, he motioned with hand at Omi, On the floor, unconscious. Other then Omi's bump and my missing sunglasses, Yoshi never really did anything to us.
A low rumble echoed throughout the warehouse, windows fluctuated and shattered into thousands of pieces, raining down on the concrete below. The back of the warehouse exploded in a ball of fire and light, sending a shock wave along the spine of the old building. The building groaned and collapsed in on itself. In a matter of minutes the giant structure was reduced a pile of burning rubble.
The orange and red heat was the only thing to reach Weiss physically. The flames burned at their hearts and souls where they stood, side by side. Four pairs of eyes watched the fire and four lives would never be the same after this night.
Yoshi did do something for us, Aya said, breaking the silence. She showed us, that everyone has a second chance. When we gave her that, we invertedly gave ourselves one.
Well I don't know about you guys, but I for one plan to live my life to the fullest, Yoji said, fiddling with his watch.
Me too, Ken said, removing his bugnucks.
Omi's eyes never strayed from the raging fire. In the distance, sirens could be heard approaching at a rapid speed.
We have to leave before the police arrive, Aya said.
Right fearless leader, the blond player said, as he flung an arm over Ken's shoulder. Say Hidaka, lets go clubbing some time, meet the ladies.
the red haired man called over his shoulder.
The teen looked up, the reflection of the flames in his cerulean orbs. He smiled slowly and nodded his head. Okay. Lets go home. He trotted after Ken and Yoji, Aya bringing up the rear.
The man paused and looked over his shoulder. Mission Accomplished.
Rae: That's it! That's how you end it!
No! No! No! There's one more chapter or epilogue, something.
Rae: Are you sure?
Positive. Although I could end it here (Ducks as Rae lunges for vital organs) There's another chapter readers, I promise. Ahhhh!!!!! (Runs for dear life with crazy Gundam Pilot on her heels)
Rae: Omae o Korosu!!!! Shi-ni!!!!!