Ok, here it is: my disclaimer and my author's notes in general on this fic-
as well as a bit of a prologue.
First:
Disclaimer: I do not own Wei? or any characters therein. I also cannot say I can keep the boys in character.
Please don't flame me too badly, especially if the boys fall ooc, just give me suggestions to keep then in character in the future. I have done quite a bit of mucking about with the plot, and I have set it post-mission 24, but lacking any part of gluhen. This is a fanfic, hence, it does not have to match the series. I won't mind constructive criticism.. And really, reviews are what keep ff.net authors going, sometimes. I'll start with my original characters, the team that I've invented by pulling bits and pieces together to make something new. I may or may not change what they're called; I think I just need a shorter name for their team. Anyway, here we go: Wei? Heiligenschein- White Halo
Prologue A Coffee Shop
"Irraishimaise, how may I help you, sir?"
The tall brunette smiled, and shook his head.
"I'll decide in a minute, I've never been here before."
He looked around, and smiled a hair at the cups from a local teahouse carryout littering every space behind the counter. A dingle, and a lean brunette woman walked in behind him, cold disapproval evident in the few words she spoke.
"What happened to the rule about throwing away the cups when you're done with them, Yumi-chan?"
The redhead sighed in dramatic exasperation.
"But Tama-kun-"
"Oh, you know the rules. It's not like she's not left one or two out herself, you know."
A blonde had waltzed out from the back, the phrase 'playgirl' written all over her, up to and including the point that she was devastatingly attractive. A black-haired girl joined the other two with their black aprons on.
"Give it a rest, Itome-san, we have customers!"
The blonde whirled to whine at the raven one.
"But Chi-hi-roooo.."
"Urusai! You three will give us a bad reputation."
The brunette had quietly slipped behind the counter, slipping into her own apron. Their currently sole customer grinned to himself as he listened to them all. Oh yes, arguably one of the two best assassin groups Kritiker has ever seen.. He grinned at the thought, as the calm brunette shooed the blonde and the redhead back somewhere. In short order, the raven one had to go to a back room. The brunette woman spoke quietly, though she was not the one who usually said much at all.
"Why are you here, Pe-"
"Gabriel. I'm not on business, so call me Gabriel. Besides, who would have imagined you four running a coffee shop when you all drink tea?"
He heard her cleaning some of the mugs that were a part of the store's property, as easily as he felt her eyes on his back.
"Oh, calm down Seraphim, I came to warn you."
She walked over and turned the shop's sign to closed as she held the door for him.
"I already know."
He raised an eyebrow.
"How so?"
She gave him a long look before answering. He was making her talk a lot more than she was used to doing, and he knew it. Then again, she had changed subtly as time went by, he only saw it begin a month or so ago, which meant it had started well before that. Her soft reply chilled him to the core.
"What surprises me is that it took Kritiker this long to realize it. Or are you warning me so I will go back to who I once was? He is dead, Gabriel. He is dead, and along with him died Seji. It was not you who is to blame for it. Just realize that if Kritiker wishes to harm any of them, any of them at all, then the next black envelope will be in warning to you to get out of my way."
He nodded, knowing the promise for what it was.
"The rest of Kritiker does not know yet, I've been covering your and their tracks. Don't let it get to you, if the discrepancies I have been seeing start to interfere with the success of your missions, the Flügel will-"
"I know. Now, unless you are here on business, please leave."
He nodded, and left.
First:
Disclaimer: I do not own Wei? or any characters therein. I also cannot say I can keep the boys in character.
Please don't flame me too badly, especially if the boys fall ooc, just give me suggestions to keep then in character in the future. I have done quite a bit of mucking about with the plot, and I have set it post-mission 24, but lacking any part of gluhen. This is a fanfic, hence, it does not have to match the series. I won't mind constructive criticism.. And really, reviews are what keep ff.net authors going, sometimes. I'll start with my original characters, the team that I've invented by pulling bits and pieces together to make something new. I may or may not change what they're called; I think I just need a shorter name for their team. Anyway, here we go: Wei? Heiligenschein- White Halo
Prologue A Coffee Shop
"Irraishimaise, how may I help you, sir?"
The tall brunette smiled, and shook his head.
"I'll decide in a minute, I've never been here before."
He looked around, and smiled a hair at the cups from a local teahouse carryout littering every space behind the counter. A dingle, and a lean brunette woman walked in behind him, cold disapproval evident in the few words she spoke.
"What happened to the rule about throwing away the cups when you're done with them, Yumi-chan?"
The redhead sighed in dramatic exasperation.
"But Tama-kun-"
"Oh, you know the rules. It's not like she's not left one or two out herself, you know."
A blonde had waltzed out from the back, the phrase 'playgirl' written all over her, up to and including the point that she was devastatingly attractive. A black-haired girl joined the other two with their black aprons on.
"Give it a rest, Itome-san, we have customers!"
The blonde whirled to whine at the raven one.
"But Chi-hi-roooo.."
"Urusai! You three will give us a bad reputation."
The brunette had quietly slipped behind the counter, slipping into her own apron. Their currently sole customer grinned to himself as he listened to them all. Oh yes, arguably one of the two best assassin groups Kritiker has ever seen.. He grinned at the thought, as the calm brunette shooed the blonde and the redhead back somewhere. In short order, the raven one had to go to a back room. The brunette woman spoke quietly, though she was not the one who usually said much at all.
"Why are you here, Pe-"
"Gabriel. I'm not on business, so call me Gabriel. Besides, who would have imagined you four running a coffee shop when you all drink tea?"
He heard her cleaning some of the mugs that were a part of the store's property, as easily as he felt her eyes on his back.
"Oh, calm down Seraphim, I came to warn you."
She walked over and turned the shop's sign to closed as she held the door for him.
"I already know."
He raised an eyebrow.
"How so?"
She gave him a long look before answering. He was making her talk a lot more than she was used to doing, and he knew it. Then again, she had changed subtly as time went by, he only saw it begin a month or so ago, which meant it had started well before that. Her soft reply chilled him to the core.
"What surprises me is that it took Kritiker this long to realize it. Or are you warning me so I will go back to who I once was? He is dead, Gabriel. He is dead, and along with him died Seji. It was not you who is to blame for it. Just realize that if Kritiker wishes to harm any of them, any of them at all, then the next black envelope will be in warning to you to get out of my way."
He nodded, knowing the promise for what it was.
"The rest of Kritiker does not know yet, I've been covering your and their tracks. Don't let it get to you, if the discrepancies I have been seeing start to interfere with the success of your missions, the Flügel will-"
"I know. Now, unless you are here on business, please leave."
He nodded, and left.
