Ok! Who here thinks that I own Weiß? Raise your hands? ~looks around~ No one eh? Well I guess that means that I don't. Ah well.
As usual, anything-in Italics are anything on the mental side of things. In example, telepathy, thoughts, and so on and so forth.
Chapter 1
Concrete pillars stood tall as a pair of black boots treaded lightly past. Cool eyes scanned the dimly lit room, barely acknowledging the sweeping, mock columns and the pallid statues depicting the various gods and goddesses of that region. Nor was he paying attention to the subtle differences within each statue, caused by their now long dead creators. The owner of the cold eyes, didn't even take a second glance at the assorted pots and vases that acted out the old myths and tales, as he was focused on the mission at hand.
Booted feet came to a stop as he reached one of the many glass-covered cases, which held an innumerable amount of tiny, clay sculptures. He glanced around the case looking for a particular figurine. As he searched for it, his com unit sprang to life, by crackling in his ear.
"Abyssinian, the statue should be in the room you're in, somewhere to the left," a young voice was heard softly.
"Copy that," Aya acknowledged into the mouthpiece.
Aya glanced over in the direction Omi had indicated. His eyes widening in surprise as he noticed four dark figures huddled around one of the many glass cases that were scattered around the room.
"Siberian, get in here. We have company," Aya breathed into the microphone.
Schuldich looked up. He glanced over at Aya and offered his usual mocking grin, just as Siberian acknowledged their stoic leader's request. He held up a small figurine as he sent out a tendril of thought towards the red haired leader of Weiß. Are you looking for this? His mind questioned Aya mockingly as he began to toss the statue into the air.
Aya narrowed his eyes as he instantly recognized the tiny statue held in the German's grasp.
"Siberian, I need you here now!" He barked into the com. "It's Schwarz and they already have possession of the statue."
Metal sang out as Aya unsheathed his katana and made a lunge at the smirking red head.
Schuldich laughed at the attacking man and side stepped him, causing Aya to crash into the case. He shook his head.
"Pitiful, you should know by now that I know what your every move and thought is before you do it." Schuldich said scornfully.
"Stop fooling around, Schuldich. We have the statue, now let's get out of here," Brad admonished the red headed telepath.
Schuldich nodded to his leader and turned around, ready to leave the gaudy museum. As he was turning around, he felt something crash into him from behind, in turn, knocking the priceless statue out of the German's loose grasp.
Siberian stood there grinning at the sight of the stumbling man.
Time stood still as Aya watched, shocked at the sight of the tiny statue flipping end over end through the air. Springing to his feet, Aya made a quick dive in order to catch the sailing statue before it impacted on the hard floor. He crashed to the floor just as he caught the statue in his hands.
A tiny crack appeared in the statuette, causing the figurine to split in half in Aya's black, gloved hand. He noticed the split as he stood up.
"Siberian, we need to get out of here now," He said. "The mission is a failure. The sculpture is broke."
As he said this, he looked over to where his teammate was and saw nothing but blackness. A misty fog swirled around his feet as he took a step forward to see if he could find a way out of the darkness.
As he continued his aimless wandering, a tree mysteriously appeared, startling the assassin. He looked at the tree. It was a great oak with sprawling branches. The leaves were a brilliant green, the type you would only see during the spring and summer. On the branches sat a man, or something shaped like a man. Aya couldn't tell because the darkness shrouded the figure.
The man thing looked over and saw Aya staring at him.
"Well, now, what do we have here?" The thing mused softly to itself. It jumped of the branch and walked towards the crimson haired man. "Welcome to my beloved home, oh flaming haired one. I am Puck and who might you be?" He bowed deeply to Aya.
"Weiß" Aya answered.
"White, eh?" Puck said grinning. "You mortals sure pick strange names now a days."
"We mortals?"
"What you've never heard of the great Puck?"
"Iie," Aya said raising one eyebrow at the thing calling himself Puck.
"How could you not know about me I am a God after all!" He sighed. "Look to prove it to you, I'll grant you one wish. Your greatest desire."
"You'll grant me a wish, huh?" Aya asked skeptical.
"Of course I will!" Puck said merrily. "I already know what you wish for, you can save your parents and sister. One thing though you have only 24 hours time to save them. When that's up no matter what has happened you'll be sent back to the present time… what ever it might be."
Puck waved his hand and the young assassin disappeared with out a trace from his sight. Rubbing his hands together, he walked back over to the tree.
"Heh, this is going to be fun," He said as he jumped back into the branch and started swinging his legs back and forth. "Oh, yes, this is going to be a lot of fun."
Dark clouds swirled around Aya as he rapidly fell in a downward spiral. He crashed to the ground with a thud. Sitting up from his fallen position he looked around. His eyes widened as he realized where, the creature, god, or what ever it was, Puck had sent him.
Author's notes: Well now… this might turn out being fun to write too! Oh and for all who's breathlessly waiting for the next chapter of green eyes watching… erm breath please it's going to take me a while to write. I'm sort of having trouble writing it…
Brad: What she means is she has writer's block for that story right now.
~looks at Brad~ Why do you have to be so matter of fact, Brad-kun?!
Brad: You're trying to keep me somewhat in character aren't you?
~sweat drops~ Good point… Anyway… I have to add this in here… this is a conversation between Isa-chan and I when I asked her for some help with a name for this fiction. The names are rather… bizarre but I hope they'll make you laugh.
CherubKatan: I'm trying to think of a name for this fic...
CherubKatan: Turning back times sounds.... sooo used...
LittleIsa: Somewhere in time?
LittleIsa: Once again?
CherubKatan: as the title? Hmm…
LittleIsa: Help Im sucked in time by an evil diety!!
CherubKatan: rofl
LittleIsa: Ack, not again!!
CherubKatan: lol
Ran: _ Isa-chan you are NO help!
CherubKatan: Yohji's dating WHO?!?
LittleIsa: *LMAO*
CherubKatan: lol
LittleIsa: Schu Juggeling act!
CherubKatan: lol
Ran: You two are finding this humorous aren't you..
Diana537 (7:20:19 AM): *nods* we are
LittleIsa: OH OH OH!!
CherubKatan: Schu's torment hour? What?!
LittleIsa : "and another one down and another one down...and another one bites the dust!"
CherubKatan: ROFL
Schu: _ Isa-chan is on drugs..
CherubKatan: lol so?!
Schu: Ahhh I dont know
CherubKatan: ok then =P
LittleIsa: 'Here we go again...and again...and again...and again....'
CherubKatan: rofl, Wishes Granted and Desires fulfilled...?
Schu: How about. 'Look its the pasts futures...ahh something!'
That's when this little name was figured out! I hope you liked some of the titles…
Brad: You two are nuts….
Meh you love me though Brad… Anyway If you like the fic review it ^_^ if you don't …. Still review it… if you find any problems with it… REVIEW IT! Erm anyway thanks a lot!