Chapter Three: Manx's Mistake- Flügel vs. Weiß
"MANX WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?"
"Eliminating a possible threat, Persian."
"BUT SHE'S NEVER ALONE IF I KNOW WHERE SHE IS! SHE PROMISED ARCHANGEL SHE'D GO WITH THEM!"
Manx's eyes widened.
"You mean they're *all* going to be there?"
Looking suddenly TOO calm after literally shouting at the top of his lungs at Manx, Persian remarked QUITE conversationally, as if it did not matter to him at all, "If the best assassin Weiß has ever seen dies tonight, it is going to be rather firmly your fault, Manx."
She sputtered, looking at a clock.
"It's midnight right now; I can't get in touch with them!"
Persian tapped his watch meaningfully. Manx had the intelligence to recognize the warning for what it was.
"There's a reason *I'm* in charge of the branch of Kritiker responsible for the particular agent you are trying to take out."
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Youji was pinned to the ground by his garrote-wielding opponent, her on top of him, wires tight between them.
*you know, I'd be enjoying this if she weren't trying to kill me.Speaking of which.*
"Why *are* you trying to kill me?"
She looked at him, meeting his jade gaze.
*a pity he's such a bishounen.**
"Because you're after Seraphim."
She pressed down harder- with more than her hands. Youji's eyes softened.
"It's a pity that I finally get a girl on top of me like this, and of the situation was diff-"
"Balinese," She interrupted.
In his shock, Youji let up some pressure on his wires, as she did the same.
"Now that I think about it. You're Balinese from Weiß Kreuz, aren't you?"
He blinked, startled.
"We've heard of you. You're the ones who took down Takatori Reiji, weren't you?"
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Omi ducked behind a tree. Two darts were now imbedded where his head once was.
"How can you be Weiß? We've never *seen* you before! We're Weiß!"
"Because *we're* Weiß *Heiligenschein *. Listen, Bombay, since you HAVE to be Bombay, nobody else we've ever heard of uses darts *other* than Bombay, Truce! Can you just tell me why you're after Seraphim?"
Omi blinked.
"It's our mission."
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Ken had the black-haired girl pinned, though she was holding him at bay- with a stick, of all things- while they conversed in rapid fashion.
"Who the hell are you? Weiß, yes, but Weiß *what*?"
"Knight Hunters. Weiß Kreuz!"
(In continually angrier tones)
"Well, we may well kill each other. Stupid Kritiker! They'll lose BOTH Weiß just to kill Seraphim!"
Ken froze in shock.
"Both Weiß?!? You know about Kritiker?" He looked stunned.
"Of course you idiot. We're assassins, too."
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Aya struggled with the grip of his katana, an opposing pair of gloved hands fighting to control the lethal blade. Her storm-grey eyes were focused on his amethyst ones, both gazes equally cold. Their conversation was little, though their words alternated from one to the other.
"So I am your target."
"Aa."
"Hn."
"You're Seraphim."
"Aa."
"Hn."
"You're good with a katana."
"Aa."
"So am I."
"Hn."
They struggled for a minute more. He spoke first this time.
"How do you know about Kritiker?"
"Hn." She snorted in a nonanswer.
"Why are you going to reveal Kritiker and Weiß to the public?"
She shoved him back a few paces, her expression a combination of anger and unpleasant surprise. She had completely forgotten about the struggle for the katana.
"*THAT'S* what they're saying?!?!?!?!"
Her exclamation was a shout.
"Aa."
Aya took her moment's startlement to attack her.
"Shi-NE!"
"KUSO!"
She danced back, narrowly missing his attacking blade, uttering a curse of her own.
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"How do you know that we were the ones to take down Reiji?"
"Easy. Persian told us when our mission was cancelled. It gave us a night off for once."
Youji blinked, startled.
"Mission?"
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"Mission?! *CURSE* Persian for not telling us! Without Seraphim, we're toast! We *need* each one of us."
Omi peeked around the tree to see a redhead with two darts in hand looking his way, in a rather unhappy manner.
"Persian?"
She shook her head at his question.
"Never mind that for now, help me stop them before one of either Weiß get killed."
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Ken's fist went slack, retracting his bugnuks.
"You're assassins working for Kritiker too? How is that possible?"
He stood up only to be shoved flat as she got up from beneath him. Offering her hand in apology, she replied.
"Call me Archangel. Archangel of Weiß Heiligenschein."
He took her hand, startled almost to speechlessness.
"Siberian. Weiß Kreuz, Knight Hunters."
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Manx cursed at the blank screen before her. Persian had left too quickly. She raced to the garage, praying to get to her car quickly.
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A gunshot sent Aya's katana flying, as well as causing Seraphim to stagger. After a minute, she fell noiselessly to her knees, hands pressed to her side briefly.
Into Aya's earpiece, three voices chorused simultaneously,
"Aya-san, we have a problem."
"MANX WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?"
"Eliminating a possible threat, Persian."
"BUT SHE'S NEVER ALONE IF I KNOW WHERE SHE IS! SHE PROMISED ARCHANGEL SHE'D GO WITH THEM!"
Manx's eyes widened.
"You mean they're *all* going to be there?"
Looking suddenly TOO calm after literally shouting at the top of his lungs at Manx, Persian remarked QUITE conversationally, as if it did not matter to him at all, "If the best assassin Weiß has ever seen dies tonight, it is going to be rather firmly your fault, Manx."
She sputtered, looking at a clock.
"It's midnight right now; I can't get in touch with them!"
Persian tapped his watch meaningfully. Manx had the intelligence to recognize the warning for what it was.
"There's a reason *I'm* in charge of the branch of Kritiker responsible for the particular agent you are trying to take out."
****************************************************
Youji was pinned to the ground by his garrote-wielding opponent, her on top of him, wires tight between them.
*you know, I'd be enjoying this if she weren't trying to kill me.Speaking of which.*
"Why *are* you trying to kill me?"
She looked at him, meeting his jade gaze.
*a pity he's such a bishounen.**
"Because you're after Seraphim."
She pressed down harder- with more than her hands. Youji's eyes softened.
"It's a pity that I finally get a girl on top of me like this, and of the situation was diff-"
"Balinese," She interrupted.
In his shock, Youji let up some pressure on his wires, as she did the same.
"Now that I think about it. You're Balinese from Weiß Kreuz, aren't you?"
He blinked, startled.
"We've heard of you. You're the ones who took down Takatori Reiji, weren't you?"
****************************************************
Omi ducked behind a tree. Two darts were now imbedded where his head once was.
"How can you be Weiß? We've never *seen* you before! We're Weiß!"
"Because *we're* Weiß *Heiligenschein *. Listen, Bombay, since you HAVE to be Bombay, nobody else we've ever heard of uses darts *other* than Bombay, Truce! Can you just tell me why you're after Seraphim?"
Omi blinked.
"It's our mission."
****************************************************
Ken had the black-haired girl pinned, though she was holding him at bay- with a stick, of all things- while they conversed in rapid fashion.
"Who the hell are you? Weiß, yes, but Weiß *what*?"
"Knight Hunters. Weiß Kreuz!"
(In continually angrier tones)
"Well, we may well kill each other. Stupid Kritiker! They'll lose BOTH Weiß just to kill Seraphim!"
Ken froze in shock.
"Both Weiß?!? You know about Kritiker?" He looked stunned.
"Of course you idiot. We're assassins, too."
****************************************************
Aya struggled with the grip of his katana, an opposing pair of gloved hands fighting to control the lethal blade. Her storm-grey eyes were focused on his amethyst ones, both gazes equally cold. Their conversation was little, though their words alternated from one to the other.
"So I am your target."
"Aa."
"Hn."
"You're Seraphim."
"Aa."
"Hn."
"You're good with a katana."
"Aa."
"So am I."
"Hn."
They struggled for a minute more. He spoke first this time.
"How do you know about Kritiker?"
"Hn." She snorted in a nonanswer.
"Why are you going to reveal Kritiker and Weiß to the public?"
She shoved him back a few paces, her expression a combination of anger and unpleasant surprise. She had completely forgotten about the struggle for the katana.
"*THAT'S* what they're saying?!?!?!?!"
Her exclamation was a shout.
"Aa."
Aya took her moment's startlement to attack her.
"Shi-NE!"
"KUSO!"
She danced back, narrowly missing his attacking blade, uttering a curse of her own.
****************************************************
"How do you know that we were the ones to take down Reiji?"
"Easy. Persian told us when our mission was cancelled. It gave us a night off for once."
Youji blinked, startled.
"Mission?"
****************************************************
"Mission?! *CURSE* Persian for not telling us! Without Seraphim, we're toast! We *need* each one of us."
Omi peeked around the tree to see a redhead with two darts in hand looking his way, in a rather unhappy manner.
"Persian?"
She shook her head at his question.
"Never mind that for now, help me stop them before one of either Weiß get killed."
****************************************************
Ken's fist went slack, retracting his bugnuks.
"You're assassins working for Kritiker too? How is that possible?"
He stood up only to be shoved flat as she got up from beneath him. Offering her hand in apology, she replied.
"Call me Archangel. Archangel of Weiß Heiligenschein."
He took her hand, startled almost to speechlessness.
"Siberian. Weiß Kreuz, Knight Hunters."
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Manx cursed at the blank screen before her. Persian had left too quickly. She raced to the garage, praying to get to her car quickly.
****************************************************
A gunshot sent Aya's katana flying, as well as causing Seraphim to stagger. After a minute, she fell noiselessly to her knees, hands pressed to her side briefly.
Into Aya's earpiece, three voices chorused simultaneously,
"Aya-san, we have a problem."
