Chapter Two: Meet The Gang- A Second Weiß?
"Maa maa, Itome-san!"
"B-b-but, that's at midnight! I have school tomorrow!"
"You're all coming tonight! It only happens once every fifty years, and by then-"
"I'll come."
The youngest of the group blinked, as the generally quiet Tamashii raised a delicate mahogany eyebrow.
"I did promise."
With grins, the other two acquiesced and the foursome got ready for a late- night stargazing excursion- courtesy one of their rather overzealous members who insisted they do some things every now and then that 'normal' people would.
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"Men of Weiß, your target this time is a woman who goes by the name Seraphim. She is an operative of Kritiker who now poses a severe threat to the entire organization. She has threatened to reveal Kritiker to foreign powers, and in doing so, destroy the chance of keeping Kritiker in existence. She runs a coffee shop called the Hoshihoshi by day, her real name is classified beyond Kritiker's skills to find."
While the simulation of Persia played on the screen, a picture of a startlingly beautiful brunette looked evenly, if not coldly, out at whoever had taken the picture. It reminded the Weiß of their own Kritiker mug shots. Youji whistled appreciatively.
"A pretty one. Why is she so important?"
Persia continued.
"It is vital that Seraphim is taken out. The target will be at the Hoshikikiyo Park at midnight tonight. Deny this Evil Beast her tomorrows!"
The screen went dark as Birman handed out the thin file-folders to each member of Weiß KreuZ.
"Why, exactly, is this mission so important to us?" Looking at Birman, Youji continued, "Is Kritiker going to fill us in?"
Birman shook her head.
"All I know is that the target will be a bigger threat to both Kritiker and Weiß KreuZ that Eszette was."
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"Aya-kun, we have a problem."
Omi's voice sounded clearly in the headpieces of the other three.
"What's the problem, Omi?" Youji inquired.
"The target's. not alone. There are three others with her.
Frowns marked the Weiß men's faces as they slowly closed in, seeing for themselves.
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"K i r e i . . ."
"Itome-kun, it's beautiful!"
"Arigatou. See why I wanted all of you to come?"
The one who had not spoken yet grinned quietly, and Itome looked at her.
"Well? Do you agree with Chihiro and Yumi? Do you like it too?"
A silent nod, then, as she was going to have to verbally reply, she smiled quietly.
"Aa."
The three others grinned. The distinctive, ever monosyllabic Aihoshiryu answer. Itome chuckled at her generally stoic friend's reply.
They all heard a sharp intake of breath.
A soft whisper set them all in motion.
"We're not alone."
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The Weiß men sprang from cover to see the group of four women sprinting away, one of them slipping on a trench coat hastily.
Omi took aim just as they tripped over Youji's wire, all turning the fall into a tumble. Seconds later, the members of Weiß had surrounded the women- who stood back-to-back in a tight circle. The target spoke softly.
"Michaele."
The blonde glanced behind her at the target, who tapped her wrist. The Weiß men's eyes narrowed when 'Michaele' grinned.
"Always, Lillith, always."
A nod, and the target spoke again.
"Who are you?"
The one facing her, Aya, replied softly.
"Neither Death nor the Devil, just a common assassin. Weiß."
Instantly, the four women tensed as the target's eyes narrowed, and flicked from one member of the team to another, looking at the three she could see.
"Which one of us is your target?"
Silence for a minute. She nodded, almost to herself.
"I see. Will you let them go if I surrender?"
Youji sighed and pushed up his sunglasses.
"Much as I would like to fulfill a pretty lady's request, we can't do that."
The target nodded.
"I was afraid of as much. You see, we are also called Weiß."
Omi's eyes grew large.
"Th-that's. impossible."
The three who were not the target all looked at their target- turning their heads only, still attempting to be ready for the Weiß men's possible moves.
Seraphim was smiling dryly.
"So it seems they finally decided I was too much of a risk to the team and it was time to take me out of the equation, ne? A pity they underestimated me and my team."
Aya slowly drew his katana as the other three returned full attention to the men facing them.
"It's a pity you underestimate us."
"No, I do not underestimate you. We are equals. Kritiker just expected me to be alone."
A pause as a cloud drifted across the clear sky to hide the moon ever so briefly.
"A pity *we're* mostly unarmed."
"Maa maa, Itome-san!"
"B-b-but, that's at midnight! I have school tomorrow!"
"You're all coming tonight! It only happens once every fifty years, and by then-"
"I'll come."
The youngest of the group blinked, as the generally quiet Tamashii raised a delicate mahogany eyebrow.
"I did promise."
With grins, the other two acquiesced and the foursome got ready for a late- night stargazing excursion- courtesy one of their rather overzealous members who insisted they do some things every now and then that 'normal' people would.
***************************************************************
"Men of Weiß, your target this time is a woman who goes by the name Seraphim. She is an operative of Kritiker who now poses a severe threat to the entire organization. She has threatened to reveal Kritiker to foreign powers, and in doing so, destroy the chance of keeping Kritiker in existence. She runs a coffee shop called the Hoshihoshi by day, her real name is classified beyond Kritiker's skills to find."
While the simulation of Persia played on the screen, a picture of a startlingly beautiful brunette looked evenly, if not coldly, out at whoever had taken the picture. It reminded the Weiß of their own Kritiker mug shots. Youji whistled appreciatively.
"A pretty one. Why is she so important?"
Persia continued.
"It is vital that Seraphim is taken out. The target will be at the Hoshikikiyo Park at midnight tonight. Deny this Evil Beast her tomorrows!"
The screen went dark as Birman handed out the thin file-folders to each member of Weiß KreuZ.
"Why, exactly, is this mission so important to us?" Looking at Birman, Youji continued, "Is Kritiker going to fill us in?"
Birman shook her head.
"All I know is that the target will be a bigger threat to both Kritiker and Weiß KreuZ that Eszette was."
***************************************************************
"Aya-kun, we have a problem."
Omi's voice sounded clearly in the headpieces of the other three.
"What's the problem, Omi?" Youji inquired.
"The target's. not alone. There are three others with her.
Frowns marked the Weiß men's faces as they slowly closed in, seeing for themselves.
***************************************************************
"K i r e i . . ."
"Itome-kun, it's beautiful!"
"Arigatou. See why I wanted all of you to come?"
The one who had not spoken yet grinned quietly, and Itome looked at her.
"Well? Do you agree with Chihiro and Yumi? Do you like it too?"
A silent nod, then, as she was going to have to verbally reply, she smiled quietly.
"Aa."
The three others grinned. The distinctive, ever monosyllabic Aihoshiryu answer. Itome chuckled at her generally stoic friend's reply.
They all heard a sharp intake of breath.
A soft whisper set them all in motion.
"We're not alone."
***************************************************************
The Weiß men sprang from cover to see the group of four women sprinting away, one of them slipping on a trench coat hastily.
Omi took aim just as they tripped over Youji's wire, all turning the fall into a tumble. Seconds later, the members of Weiß had surrounded the women- who stood back-to-back in a tight circle. The target spoke softly.
"Michaele."
The blonde glanced behind her at the target, who tapped her wrist. The Weiß men's eyes narrowed when 'Michaele' grinned.
"Always, Lillith, always."
A nod, and the target spoke again.
"Who are you?"
The one facing her, Aya, replied softly.
"Neither Death nor the Devil, just a common assassin. Weiß."
Instantly, the four women tensed as the target's eyes narrowed, and flicked from one member of the team to another, looking at the three she could see.
"Which one of us is your target?"
Silence for a minute. She nodded, almost to herself.
"I see. Will you let them go if I surrender?"
Youji sighed and pushed up his sunglasses.
"Much as I would like to fulfill a pretty lady's request, we can't do that."
The target nodded.
"I was afraid of as much. You see, we are also called Weiß."
Omi's eyes grew large.
"Th-that's. impossible."
The three who were not the target all looked at their target- turning their heads only, still attempting to be ready for the Weiß men's possible moves.
Seraphim was smiling dryly.
"So it seems they finally decided I was too much of a risk to the team and it was time to take me out of the equation, ne? A pity they underestimated me and my team."
Aya slowly drew his katana as the other three returned full attention to the men facing them.
"It's a pity you underestimate us."
"No, I do not underestimate you. We are equals. Kritiker just expected me to be alone."
A pause as a cloud drifted across the clear sky to hide the moon ever so briefly.
"A pity *we're* mostly unarmed."
