Hello Minna! I'm Draconsis, and here is my first attempt at a Weiss fic… It's also my first attempt at a yaoi fic, so… yeah. ^_^;;;
Just so y'all know, I only watched the series itself, no ova, and no gluhen. And I watched it subbed in Chinese, which isn't exactly one of my strong subjects… To make things worse, it's in a more complicated version of Chinese than the one I'm learning. Therefore, I may get some bits wrong… ehehehehehe… And I have never learnt German as a language (or Japanese for the matter…), so expect lots of funny errors. But I do have a English-German/German-English dictionary. *smiles*
Err, just to make things clear… This story picks up roughly 4 months after the ending of the series, and I have taken several… liberties… in my fic. So in this fic, Aya-chan is studying in a boarding school, so Aya (Ran) visits her on Saturdays or Sundays… We shall assume Tomoe Sakura is out of the picture. *Insane nodding* And Weiss don't know that Schwarz is still alive…
So, minna enjoy the fic!
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Beta read by Sansele
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[I do not own Weiss Kreuz]
[Original characters, plotline, etc are the intellectual property of Draconsis]
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Draconsis Presents:
A Draconsis Fanfiction
Beautiful Dream
[Mission 01: Prologue]
Why must I awake, though this night is tormenting?
Only to forget 'til another dream
As my tears rain down, am I truly lamenting?
I can't even tell if you're all you seem
All that I request is you'll be in my dreams, dear
Wear that dress for me and for me alone.
When I must awake, I can still see you stand there,
Laughing at my pain as I fall back down.
Why must I awake, though this night is tormenting?
Only to forget 'til another dream~Weiss Kreuz – Other Side of the Moon
The five hundred yen coin spiraled down the slot, the display on the vending machine duly confirming the fact. Jade green eyes surveyed the choices, a slender finger then making the selection. The can of green tea popped out with a 'clunk', pale fingers encircled it. The index finger slid under the tab from the back, and with a practiced flip, the can popped open.
The teenaged girl drank deeply from the can, shielding her eyes from the bright Tokyo sun.
[Oh yes. Transfer me in from Kyoto, find a group of drop-dead gorgeous assassins, and somehow introduce myself to them without getting a katana or two stuck in my side. Mein Gott.]
She crushed the can, tossing it backwards. The can bounced off the wall, landing in a dustbin with a metallic crash.
[Damn Kritiker.]
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"Ken-kun." Poke.
"Oh, it's Henry! Thierry Henry for Arsenal! He's past the defenders, oh what a dodge!"
"KEN-KUNNNNN!!!!" More pokes.
"Oh, oh, OH! It's just the goalie left, he twists to the right - AND HE SHOOTS!!!"
"HIDAKA KEN!"
The said assassin toppled out of bed, landing unceremoniously in a heap of discarded clothes. Ken groggily sat up, blinking at the annoying voice.
Omi impatiently glared at the older assassin, watching as Ken lugged himself back onto the bed and tried to return to his dream. Placing his mouth just above Ken's ear, Omi took a deep breath.
"KEN!"
"GAH!" Ken bolted upright, his head knocking into Omi's chin. Omi fell backwards onto the floor, the thump echoing through the apartment.
"Itai…" Ken sat up and rubbed his head. "It was such a nice dream…" He glared balefully at Omi, before realizing he had injured the other. Siberian grinned sheepishly.
"Heh, gomen." He helped Omi up from the floor. Omi just glared back at him.
"I am never, ever waking you up again, no matter how much Aya-san is hell bent on killing you for being late for your shift." Omi said.
Ken gapped and stared at the football-shaped clock on his wall. Eight-thirty am. His shift started at eight, sharp.
"Oh no." [Aya is going to shish kebab me.]
Ken hurriedly flung on some clothes, not bothering if they matched or not. [Then he's going to use me for katana practice, then he's gonna -] He grabbed fresh socks from a drawer, thanking Omi as he rushed out of the room.
Omi grinned. The youngest assassin then lifted Ken's clock off the wall, before turning it back to the proper time, seven forty-five am.
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She sighed as she got off the subway, glad to leave the crush of human bodies. [The trains in Kyoto are nowhere as packed as these.] She checked the slip of paper again, noting down the address as well as directions.
Hefting her overnight bag, Akizaki Kaede made her way through the twisting maze of streets, her green eyes flitting from one shadowy area to the next.
[Stop it.] She berated herself. [This isn't Kyoto.]
Her black jacket billowed around her, the sudden breeze tousling her long, messy hair. Such a pale shade of brown, almost a dark orange, it was held back unsuccessfully in a ponytail. She brushed the stray strands from her face, once again launching into a mental tirade against her company, if you could call it that.
[We'll try to get someone to give them a message, but go there first, show your ID.] She mentally mimicked the voice of their contact. [They have many spare rooms, and this is a direct order. They can't turn you down.] She huffed. [Turn me down? Ha! More like butcher me.]
Fujimiya Aya. Hidaka Ken. Tsukiyono Omi. Kudou Youji. The legendary Weiss, the best team of assassins Kritiker ever had.
[And they just want me to go up to them, wave this sorry excuse for an official letter in their face, and room with them till Kyoto quietens down. PAH.]
Agent Tsubasa, or Fittiche, from the Traum group based in Kyoto, Kritiker's only all-female group. Currently in her third year of high school, the eighteen year old spoke fluent Japanese, English and German.
[It's not like I mind rooming with them, but I believe things should be done properly…]
An unnatural flash of red caught her eye, and she did a double take. It was her, unquestionably. No one else had such red hair, or had such a hairstyle.
[Manx-san?]
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Ken blinked. The clock in the shop said it wasn't even eight o'clock. But his clock… This was most confusing.
Aya was already setting up the shop, the pale morning sunlight glinting off his solitary earring. The shop was pleasantly cool, a nice change from the hot summer air. Some of their customers were already lined up outside, giggling and blushing.
Suddenly, Omi burst into the shop, crashing into Ken. They landed in a heap on the floor.
Outside, the fangirls tittered.
Inside, Aya looked annoyed.
Ken and Omi scrambled off the floor, Ken attempting to glare at Omi.
Omi rolled his eyes at the other assassin. "Manx is here."
As they left the shop, amidst grumbles from the fangirls, Omi poked Ken in the side.
"That was revenge for just now."
"Humph."
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"WHAT!?" Youji's shades slipped down his nose bridge.
Manx looked annoyed. "Another agent is coming to room with all of you. Today."
Weiss was gathered in the missions room, the large-screen television switched off, for once. Ken and Omi sat on a couch, while Aya leaned against the spiral staircase. Youji was currently standing up, staring in disbelief at Manx.
"But…"
"No buts." Manx shushed him. "This is what the spare rooms upstairs were meant for, and this is a direct order." She glared at Youji. "Her belongings are in storage at the nearby train station, one of you will have to accompany her to pick them up."
Manx strode across the room, handing a Polaroid to Aya. "This is a fairly recent snapshot of her, and if she hasn't arrived by midnight tonight, please contact us."
Aya studied the snapshot without much interest. She looked just like any other schoolgirl, dressed in a red and white school uniform. His brows furrowed just a tiny bit. She looked like someone familiar, he just couldn't place who…
Abruptly, Youji snatched the photo out of his hands. The skirt chaser whistled.
"A babe." He brightened up, grinning. "Maybe having her room with us won't be so bad after all." He flashed a smile at their ex-contact. "Ne, Manx, can she move into my room?"
Ken threw a cushion at him.
Manx smirked as Youji glared at Ken. "The last guy who tried something like that on her landed in a hospital. I advise you not to mess with Tsubasa."
Youji slung one arm around Manx. "Oh well. There's always you."
The redhead shrugged off his arm. "Best open shop, Weiss. The fangirls are getting restless."
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Kaede blinked. [Whoa. Javanese said they were popular, but not this popular.]
It had only been fifteen minutes since Weiss had opened up the Koneko, but the endless tide of schoolgirls hadn't dissipated at all. She checked her watch. At this rate, half of them would be late for school.
She was seated at the small café near the Koneko, giving her a full view of the shop. A half-full cup of tea and an empty plate lay on the table, a book spread out before her.
A red motorbike was wheeled out from the side entrance to the shop, the blond handling it calling out a goodbye to his partners. Blond hair, blue eyes, shorter than the brunette and the redhead inside the shop. That would be Tsukiyono Omi then, or Bombay, going off to school.
The redhead was outside watering the flowers, wearing a vermilion shirt that matched his hair. Abyssinian, Fujimiya Ran, or Fujimiya Aya. That left the brunette alone in the shop, to manage the horde of love struck schoolgirls. Hidaka Ken, Siberian.
Kaede twitched. Wasn't Weiss made up of four members? Well, at least she could recognize three of them, so the fourth was a simple matter of elimination. He was supposed to be a blond as well, but with shoulder-length hair. Kudou Youji, Balinese.
She had timed the moment to perfection.
Tsubasa turned around, a smile gracing her features. "Manx-san. Ohayo gonzaimasu."
Manx very nearly jumped backwards. She had noticed the girl, since it was quite obvious that the brunette wasn't reading her book, but rather spying on Weiss. On further inspection, it was indeed Tsubasa, or Akizaki Kaede. But the agent shouldn't have been able to hear or see her coming. Manx was very adept at that.
"Kaede." Manx nodded, seating herself in the chair opposite from the assassin. "I see you have noticed Weiss."
Kaede grinned. Everything became better once you had some food in your stomach. "It's kinda hard not to."
Manx gestured to the waiter, who came forward to take her order. "Why haven't you contacted them yet?"
"Now isn't exactly the best time." She gestured towards the schoolgirls.
Manx laughed. "Shouldn't you be in school yourself, Kaede?"
The assassin cheerfully grinned back. "Nope. The school thinks we're moving house, so I have a week off before I have to report back."
"Your school results had better not suffer from this, Kaede. Does Javanese know about this?" Manx stirred her coffee, the warm smell permeating the air.
"Javanese arranged it." Kaede closed her book, placing it back into her bag. "Besides, my track record at the Kyoto branch of the school was flawless. Surely I'm entitled to a short break?" Kaede grinned cheekily back at the redhead.
Manx smiled. "Good luck with them, Kaede."
Kaede looked back at the shop, groaning in despair. "I'm going to need it."
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Ken collapsed onto the counter; dead beat from the crazy fangirls. "You'd think they don't have school, the way they hang around here."
He was met with a barely audible snort from Aya, the leader of Weiss now sweeping the floor of the Koneko.
Ken sighed as he looked at Aya. Aya was still as cold as the time before they had rescued Aya-chan. Well, maybe not as cold as that, but he certainly hadn't thawed out. It was hard to believe that the smiling, joking Ran from Aya-chan's memories and this cold statue were the one and the same.
This Aya was cold, unsmiling. A merciless killer, with a Katana upstairs that had probably seen more blood than a butcher's knife. All of Ken's attempts to draw the old Ran out, to overcome the barriers that Aya had erected between himself and outside world, all of them had been fruitless. A human ice cube, with just that small melting area for Aya-chan. Aya was probably so emotionless that he wouldn't blink an eye if someone told him that they had loved him with all of their heart for the past six months.
That someone just happened to be Hidaka Ken.
The bell to the front door jingled. Ken groaned. It was past nine now, there shouldn't be any schoolgirls out this late…He twisted his head to look at their customer.
"Manx?" Ken bolted upright.
"Right you are, Ken." Manx strode into the shop, carefully wiping her high-heeled shoes on the mat. Behind her was a girl, of around eighteen or so, he brown hair catching the sunlight, making it appear orange. A silver tag hung from her neck, and he could just make out the phrase 'Yume02' engraved on one side.
"Minna, this is Tsubasa." Manx introduced their new flat mate.
Tsubasa bowed, smiling at them. "I'm Akizaki Kaede, from Traum. Please to meet you." She turned to Aya. "Fujimiya-san." She then turned to him. "Hidaka-san."
[Ah well. She seems nice enough.]
He smiled back at her.
"Welcome to Weiss, Tsubasa."
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TranslationsMien Gott – [German] My God.
Tsubasa – [Japanese] Wing
Fittiche – [German] Wings
Traum – [German] Dream
Ohayo Gonzaimasu – [Japanese] Good Morning
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I'll only continue this if I get 4 reviews. FOUR. (Or three if they all beg like mad…) It's not that I don't want to write; it's just that my other fics need attention… (Fushigi Yuugi fics anyone?) And real life is super demanding… So y'all have to review to read, not just read and review.
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Ja ne!
Draconsis, 10.35pm, 18th March 2003
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Youji: It's a new tomorrow for Weiss, with no Schwarz on the horizon.
Omi: Akizaki Kaede brings a fresh breath to the Koneko, and new complications.
Ken: Matters of the heart and matters of the blood.
Aya: Can killers find Happiness, or is it a fantasy?
Weiss: Will this all end as a Beautiful Dream?
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