Weiss Katze

By: Alithiel Daystar

Disclaimers: Hey all! Here I am again with another Weiss fic. Sheesh, maybe I should stop writing these. I'm having WAY too much fun! ^o^ Anyway, I don't own Weiss, or Ken (tho I wouldn't mind owning a chocolate- covered Ken! Yummy yummy! ~_~). Koyasu Takehito owns them, but the plot is MINE! As always, I live and breathe for reviews, so please tell me what you think! Or I can't breathe anymore.

Warnings: Slightly improbable plot, Eventual Shonen Ai/Yaoi (pairings secret right now, but anyone who knows me can figure 'em out.), language, slight OOC, *MAYBE (as in if I get the courage)* eventual Lemon/Lime.

Notes: I want chips. I hate this damn diet. *mumble*

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---CHAPTER 1---

OCTOBER 17

The bombs were already exploding by the time Weiss realized that one of their number was missing.

The bombs exploded behind them as they ran, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, in quick succession, from each door they dashed past. Jets of flame spewed out of every opening. They had no choice but to high-tail their asses out of there. They couldn't go back and look for their final member, because to do so would be tempting their own deaths. Kudou Yohji winced as he tried to run, the bullet wound in his calf burning like the fire, blood soaking into the leg of his black pants. He had his arm slung across Fujimiya Aya's shoulders, the leader half dragging him down the hall as they ran for their lives.

The explosions were getting closer- then, a sweet breath of air. Their third companion pointed ahead. There was night.a square of blackness just ahead.

The three were able to leap out of the door just as the huge final explosion rocked the building to its foundation. They tumbled down the hill, debris showering around them, before finally coming to a stop. Yohji just laid there a moment, looking at the starlit sky above, faintly tinged blood red from the fire blazing uphill, counting his lucky stars that he was alive as he gasped for breath.

Tsukiono Omi rose to his feet. Blood ran down the side of his cheek from a deep cut near his eye, but despite the pain his clear blue eyes were brimming with anger. The youngest member of Weiss glared at what once had been an office building, now only a stack of burning rubble. "It was a TRAP!"

Meanwhile, Aya was looking around, his violet eyes cold and bleak as winter, the hot wind ruffling his crimson hair. "Where's Siberian?"

Yohji snapped his head up, wincing. "He was the one who was supposed to detonate the bombs once we were all out of the building. What happened?"

But Aya was already on his feet, running toward the inferno. His dark coat billowed out behind him. "Siberian!" He called aloud.

There was no response other than the crackle and roar of flames. Omi had already began looking as well.

"Hey, I found something!" He called.

Running over to his comrade, Aya looked where he indicated on the ground.

"It looks like tire tracks, and the footprints of somebody struggling." Yohji said, limping behind them. "And look!!"

Aya was already bending down, picking up the object from the mud it as embedded in. Although it was filthy, caked in dirt, there was no mistaking what it was.

"They've got Ken." Aya murmured, gazing at the bugnuks he held in his hand.

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DECEMBER 23

67 days have gone by since they took Ken. I know this because I've been crossing off the days on my calendar. Every morning I mark it.

The three of us remaining have searched everywhere for him. We immediately contacted Manx as soon as we returned to the Koneko no Sumu Ie that night. She even sent out the remaining, no, SURVIVING members of Krittiker to find him, but there has been no sign.

67 days. That's over two months. And today, December 23, is Ken's 20th birthday.

Silence has been my creed for the past two months. I haven't been much motivated to talk since they took Ken, whoever they turn out to be. A few words a day, maybe. I've heard people say that I've become even colder than I was before. But that's all right, since I'm not the only one who's changed. Any penchant Yohji once had for laziness or to cause trouble has seemed to drain out of him. It's the same with Omi. He does not seem to want to smile anymore. Even the constant flow of infuriating fangirls had slowed down.

Snow is drifting lightly down outside the night-dark windows of the Koneko. Yohji and Omi are rearranging a display of holly and poinsettias, for the customers in the city that celebrate Christmas. I shut the cash drawer with a slam, rubbing my eyes made heavy by weariness. Yohji and Omi look at one another, and I can see in their eyes that they know how long he's been gone as well, and what day it is. Yohji sighs slightly, giving me an uncharacteristically sympathetic look before returning to his work.

This is pointless, I tell myself bitterly, thought I don't want to believe it.. The only way he would not have come back by now is if he were dead. But that tiny voice in the back of my mind, one I've been trying to extinguish for years, tells me that he's still alive, somewhere, and if he were dead I'd ~know~ it.

Suddenly there's a deafening screech of tires from the road outside and a flash of high-beam headlights through the windows of the shop. Instinctively I grab my katana from its resting place underneath the counter, at ready for any attack. Yohji lets out a yell of surprise, momentarily blinded by the lights, and ducks behind the table.

A loud thud sounds outside the doors, followed the squeal of tires sounding faint as they speed away. Whoever it was is gone. Omi is already shoving up the security gate, swinging the doors open, his trademark darts at the ready just in case there was an ambush. I can hear him gasp in surprise.

"Aya-kun! Yohji-kun!"

I'm out the door before he can finish speaking.

"Ken."

Hidaka Ken, wrapped in a sheet, lies on the front stoop of the Koneko. I couch by his side, pulling his prone body up into my lap. Yohji is already on the phone, I can hear him speaking urgently to Manx, telling her to get here as fast as she can. I look Ken over quickly, taking in every detail, from the dark bruises and dried blood on his arms, to the thinness of his body, to the longer length of his hair, to the white sheet covering his shivering body.

"Omi, help me." I say a little sharper than I intended to. Omi helps me stand, and I carry Ken into the Koneko.

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Manx shook her head in wonder. "What happened to him?"

Yohji shrugged. "We were hoping you could tell us that." He said in a tight voice, leaning against Ken's bedroom doorjamb.

She had just finished her examination of Ken. Of course, she hadn't allowed anyone into the room while she was looking him over. She rubbed her green eyes, looking at the other boys in the room. Her gaze fell on Aya, who was looking decidedly more ominous than usual, his scowl colored by something suspiciously like concern, as he looked at the sleeping man.

"Well, from the looks of it he hasn't been hurt, except for the needle marks. Whoever had him must have had a lot of IVs in him. He's lost a little weight, but he should be fine when he wakes up." She jiggled the small vial in her hand. "I've taken a blood sample, so I'll take it back to the lab at Krittiker headquarters and test it there." She stood, brushing her hand across the sleeping assassin's chocolate hair before grinning. "I think he'll be fine. Just let him sleep, then we'll se what he has to say."

"Are you sure he's alright?" Omi asked anxiously as Manx left the room. The crimson haired woman looked over her shoulder, giving him her most comforting smile.

"We can hope so."

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As soon as I got into my car, I buried my face in my hands, trying to force back the futile tears.

"How could they!" I scream to no one in particular, slamming my hands hard against the steering wheel. Blind fury grips me, and I slowly pull out a piece of paper from my bag. I can barely see the numbers, but I know they're there.

~HKW 00001~

These numbers.these numbers that I found branded on the bottom of Hidaka Ken's foot.

He will be the first of many.

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The figure on the bed sighed, and immediately the three men in the room snapped to attention. It was very close to dawn now, and chilly light was beginning to fill the bedroom of Ken's apartment. Ken moaned slightly, his head thrashing.

"KenKen." Yohji said quietly.

"Is he waking up?" Omi asked anxiously.

Suddenly Ken jerked upright in his bed, eyes flying open, his face contorted into an expression of mindless fear.

"NO!" He screamed, growing silent as he began to wake up fully. His brown hair was in disarray, his panicked eyes darting around the room. A look of blank surprise appeared in his eyes after a short moment.

"Yohji? Omi? Aya?" He asked in a voice rough from disuse, yet brimming with hope. He looked around his room. "I'm back!"

Aya approached the bed. Shock clouded his features, allowing some emotion to slip into his normally cold violet eyes. "Ken, what did they ~do~ to you?"

"I don't know, Aya." Ken said, the pupils of his glowing aqua eyes shrinking into thin slits as he gazed at his leader. He knew what they saw. "I just don't know."

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Alithiel~ Kinda rough for the first chapter, I know, but it WILL get better, I promise! Should I keep writing it? I reallyreallyreally want to! Read and review please!