A/N: No real base in Weiss Kreuz timeline, Schwarz has joined with Weiss.
All of the main characters (i.e. Weiss and Schwarz) look like the Gluhen
version of themselves except for Farfarello, because he looks a lot better
in the original anime. ^^ - loves Farfie
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"Weiss, we have four new members for you to meet," Manx said as she entered the flower shop. The four young men who had been working looked at her.
"Who are they, and what are their strengths and weaknesses?" Omi asked. Everyone had gotten used to Omi asking about things that didn't immediately concern missions, but were closely-related enough that it needed to be asked. Aya would only ask about things that could jeopardize the missions, Yohji only seemed to care about getting a date, and Ken never thought that far ahead anyway.
"Their names are Bradley Crawford, Schuldich Kitada, Farfarello Jei, and Nagi Naoe. I believe you already know their strengths," Manx paused for a moment, letting the information settle in the boys' minds.
"What! They can't join us! They've spent the last . . . nine months trying to kill us!" Ken shouted.
"Who would be in charge of the team?" Aya asked, staying true to form by asking about how it would affect the missions.
Manx smiled slightly, having already anticipated their responses. "Yes, they have spent the last nine months trying to kill you, however, their own employers tried to kill them. I'm sure you can understand wanting revenge on the group that betrayed them. And, we now have access to top-secret information concerning Esset. As to your question Abyssinian, you would still give the commands, but Oracle will be your second-in-command. Bombay and Prodigy will split the computer work between them. They already know this, so it should not be a problem." She looked at the faces of Weiss, and saw Ken trying to say something, but not finding the right words. "Yes, Siberian, Berserker has been told to stay away from you and your claw." Ken's face relaxed, his relief evident. "Any other questions?"
She waited for a few minutes, but, hearing nothing else, nodded and headed to the door. "They will arrive by the end of the week."
"Wait!" Yohji called to her.
"I will NOT go out with you, Balinese" Manx said, not waiting to hear his . . . request.
"That's not it. I mean, I would still like you to, and I know you'd enjoy it, too. But, what I wanted to ask was where are they going to be sleeping? We only have the four bedrooms, kitchen, living room, and shop. The missions room isn't very comfortable, and we only have the one couch in the living room, so . . ." Yohji trailed off, looking expectantly at Manx.
"They will be sharing the bedrooms with you. If the four of you want to share rooms, leaving the other two open for them, that's fine, or if you want to share with them, that works, too. It's really up for the four of you to decide that." And, that said, Manx walked out the door.
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"I really don't care what the arrangements are, so long as I don't have to share a room with Farfarello. Whether he's been told to stay away from me or not, he has a thing with my bugnuks."
It had been three days since Manx had told Weiss about Schwarz joining them. The other team had yet to show up, and it was a good thing, too. No one in Weiss was looking forward to sharing rooms with them, and one particular member didn't want to have to share a room, period.
"If he touches my bugnuks, I'll . . ." Ken made a motion of strangling the air to finish his threat.
"He enjoys pain, though. How is that going to make him stop? Hey Aya?" Omi waited for the redhead to acknowledge him before continuing. "What would you do if he messed with your katana?" A pair of violet orbs narrowed dangerously, causing the rest of Weiss to back away a few steps.
"Tie him to the wall of a room and fill the room with crosses, angels, and other religious items." Aya finally responded.
"That would work . . ." Ken stroked his chin as he thought of ways to improve on Aya's plan. "Oh! How about- "
He didn't have a chance to continue, because at that moment, Manx walked in, leading four men. "Weiss, these are your new members. They will keep their original codenames, but they are no longer Schwarz." After a moment's silent tension, she nodded and left the apartment.
"We were told we would be sharing rooms?" Crawford asked, breaking the silence.
"The only request was that Siberian not share with Berserker, so he and I will share a room." Aya responded.
Crawford nodded once, and spoke. "Berserker will be sharing a room with me. Are you going to let the others decide for themselves?"
Aya looked to Omi, who was already engrossed in a computer discussion with Nagi, and then back up to his new second-in-command. "That won't be necessary. Bombay and Prodigy will share Bombay's room. Balinese and Mastermind will share Balinese's room."
"Whose room will we be taking?" Crawford asked, not really caring, but wanting to get it out of the way. His visions had not told him of the details of living with Weiss.
"Siberian's."
"HEY!! They can't take my room! Why can't they take yours?" Ken yelled.
"If I had to go into your room, you would spend the next week cleaning it. Deal with it."
~~
Eventually, everything was arranged, and furniture had been rearranged to accommodate eight people. It had been decided that, at least for the first night, the assassins would share beds (A/N: Not like that, Hentais!), and they would work out the bed problem the next day.
However, that night Ken discovered what the sounds he had been hearing for the past few months really were. His room was next door to Aya's, so he could hear most noises from the other. Ken had just fallen asleep, when a soft whimper brought his eyes back open.
He looked to the wall side of the bed at his teammate. Aya was curled into a ball and whimpering. His entire body was shaking and every once in awhile, he would flinch. "Aya?" Ken whispered. At the sound of his name, the redhead curled tighter into himself. "Aya!" Ken called a little louder. When he still received no response, he put his hand on the older assassin's arm.
"No, please . . ." Aya whimpered. "I . . . I'm sorry . . . Tousan . . . no . . ." Ken looked at his friend worriedly. Was this what those noises were? Had Aya been having nightmares for the past three and a half months, and no one had even noticed? Suddenly, Ken recalled the dark bags under the pale man's eyes, and how slowly he had been moving lately. He also remembered how Aya seemed to want to stay up all night. Aya had used every excuse he could think of to not go to bed. And when those had stopped working, he had simply glared at anyone who even started to say anything.
Ken's thoughts were interrupted by a more desperate cry from the redhead. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around the older man and rocked him, whispering reassurances into his hair. After a few more minutes of whimpered cries, Aya was lulled back to sleep. Ken looked into the calmed face of his friend, and saw the still-fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. "What's hurt you like this? What did your father do that bothers you so much?" he whispered. Receiving no answer, Ken gently released the other man and moved back to his side of the bed. He fell asleep to the sound of Aya's breathing.
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A/N: What do you think? At the moment, I like (of course, I know where it's going, so . . .) Please review and let me know! The next chapter will probably be another slow one, but it'll get into the plot soon, I promise.
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"Weiss, we have four new members for you to meet," Manx said as she entered the flower shop. The four young men who had been working looked at her.
"Who are they, and what are their strengths and weaknesses?" Omi asked. Everyone had gotten used to Omi asking about things that didn't immediately concern missions, but were closely-related enough that it needed to be asked. Aya would only ask about things that could jeopardize the missions, Yohji only seemed to care about getting a date, and Ken never thought that far ahead anyway.
"Their names are Bradley Crawford, Schuldich Kitada, Farfarello Jei, and Nagi Naoe. I believe you already know their strengths," Manx paused for a moment, letting the information settle in the boys' minds.
"What! They can't join us! They've spent the last . . . nine months trying to kill us!" Ken shouted.
"Who would be in charge of the team?" Aya asked, staying true to form by asking about how it would affect the missions.
Manx smiled slightly, having already anticipated their responses. "Yes, they have spent the last nine months trying to kill you, however, their own employers tried to kill them. I'm sure you can understand wanting revenge on the group that betrayed them. And, we now have access to top-secret information concerning Esset. As to your question Abyssinian, you would still give the commands, but Oracle will be your second-in-command. Bombay and Prodigy will split the computer work between them. They already know this, so it should not be a problem." She looked at the faces of Weiss, and saw Ken trying to say something, but not finding the right words. "Yes, Siberian, Berserker has been told to stay away from you and your claw." Ken's face relaxed, his relief evident. "Any other questions?"
She waited for a few minutes, but, hearing nothing else, nodded and headed to the door. "They will arrive by the end of the week."
"Wait!" Yohji called to her.
"I will NOT go out with you, Balinese" Manx said, not waiting to hear his . . . request.
"That's not it. I mean, I would still like you to, and I know you'd enjoy it, too. But, what I wanted to ask was where are they going to be sleeping? We only have the four bedrooms, kitchen, living room, and shop. The missions room isn't very comfortable, and we only have the one couch in the living room, so . . ." Yohji trailed off, looking expectantly at Manx.
"They will be sharing the bedrooms with you. If the four of you want to share rooms, leaving the other two open for them, that's fine, or if you want to share with them, that works, too. It's really up for the four of you to decide that." And, that said, Manx walked out the door.
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"I really don't care what the arrangements are, so long as I don't have to share a room with Farfarello. Whether he's been told to stay away from me or not, he has a thing with my bugnuks."
It had been three days since Manx had told Weiss about Schwarz joining them. The other team had yet to show up, and it was a good thing, too. No one in Weiss was looking forward to sharing rooms with them, and one particular member didn't want to have to share a room, period.
"If he touches my bugnuks, I'll . . ." Ken made a motion of strangling the air to finish his threat.
"He enjoys pain, though. How is that going to make him stop? Hey Aya?" Omi waited for the redhead to acknowledge him before continuing. "What would you do if he messed with your katana?" A pair of violet orbs narrowed dangerously, causing the rest of Weiss to back away a few steps.
"Tie him to the wall of a room and fill the room with crosses, angels, and other religious items." Aya finally responded.
"That would work . . ." Ken stroked his chin as he thought of ways to improve on Aya's plan. "Oh! How about- "
He didn't have a chance to continue, because at that moment, Manx walked in, leading four men. "Weiss, these are your new members. They will keep their original codenames, but they are no longer Schwarz." After a moment's silent tension, she nodded and left the apartment.
"We were told we would be sharing rooms?" Crawford asked, breaking the silence.
"The only request was that Siberian not share with Berserker, so he and I will share a room." Aya responded.
Crawford nodded once, and spoke. "Berserker will be sharing a room with me. Are you going to let the others decide for themselves?"
Aya looked to Omi, who was already engrossed in a computer discussion with Nagi, and then back up to his new second-in-command. "That won't be necessary. Bombay and Prodigy will share Bombay's room. Balinese and Mastermind will share Balinese's room."
"Whose room will we be taking?" Crawford asked, not really caring, but wanting to get it out of the way. His visions had not told him of the details of living with Weiss.
"Siberian's."
"HEY!! They can't take my room! Why can't they take yours?" Ken yelled.
"If I had to go into your room, you would spend the next week cleaning it. Deal with it."
~~
Eventually, everything was arranged, and furniture had been rearranged to accommodate eight people. It had been decided that, at least for the first night, the assassins would share beds (A/N: Not like that, Hentais!), and they would work out the bed problem the next day.
However, that night Ken discovered what the sounds he had been hearing for the past few months really were. His room was next door to Aya's, so he could hear most noises from the other. Ken had just fallen asleep, when a soft whimper brought his eyes back open.
He looked to the wall side of the bed at his teammate. Aya was curled into a ball and whimpering. His entire body was shaking and every once in awhile, he would flinch. "Aya?" Ken whispered. At the sound of his name, the redhead curled tighter into himself. "Aya!" Ken called a little louder. When he still received no response, he put his hand on the older assassin's arm.
"No, please . . ." Aya whimpered. "I . . . I'm sorry . . . Tousan . . . no . . ." Ken looked at his friend worriedly. Was this what those noises were? Had Aya been having nightmares for the past three and a half months, and no one had even noticed? Suddenly, Ken recalled the dark bags under the pale man's eyes, and how slowly he had been moving lately. He also remembered how Aya seemed to want to stay up all night. Aya had used every excuse he could think of to not go to bed. And when those had stopped working, he had simply glared at anyone who even started to say anything.
Ken's thoughts were interrupted by a more desperate cry from the redhead. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around the older man and rocked him, whispering reassurances into his hair. After a few more minutes of whimpered cries, Aya was lulled back to sleep. Ken looked into the calmed face of his friend, and saw the still-fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. "What's hurt you like this? What did your father do that bothers you so much?" he whispered. Receiving no answer, Ken gently released the other man and moved back to his side of the bed. He fell asleep to the sound of Aya's breathing.
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A/N: What do you think? At the moment, I like (of course, I know where it's going, so . . .) Please review and let me know! The next chapter will probably be another slow one, but it'll get into the plot soon, I promise.
