Disclaimer: I do not own any of the many(possibly many...) anime that will eventually appear in this fic, I just borrow the characters and places is all.
Title: Death of the Orchid
Authors: Crystal Okamino and Binji Kaze
Beta Reader: need one...anyone? Please?
Fic Style: Death fic of a sorts. Don't let that scare you, the characters will all stay, even the dead ones.
Genre: Angst, humor, supernatural. How do you get angst and humor in one story? Well, read on and you'll find out. ^_^
Summary: After Aya's death, Weiß has to cope with a mission on their own. But what happens when they meet up with their supposedly dead teammate while doing undercover work as a band?
Pairings: YoujixAya(Ran) definite. Others possible, will consider all requests.
A/N
This collaboration fic between me and my friend, Binji Kaze, is going to be odd and long. We hope those of you who start it stick with it. We're going to (try) to keep this A/N short, but it may not be. We want to say some things before you go on to read, because without being said, you'll get confused.
This is a crossover fic. Currently, Weiß Kreuz, Yami no Matsuei, and Gravitation are definites. Weiß will be the largest factor in this fic. You don't have to watch the other two anime to understand this, because we'll wind up explaining a lot of things from them in this, since characters from the other anime will need to know. We have some original characters, who, upon request, we'll give information about. We don't want to take up too much space. We have foreign languages spoken in this. There IS a reason for it all, but it won't be explained until WAAAA~Y further up the road. The chapters will tend to be short, because, well, we like writing short chapters. If people start needling us, we'll make them longer. Think that's all for now, so read and enjoy! Please review, too, because this is an experiment of ours, we want to know how it goes.
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Chapter 1: The Orchid and its Fragrance Die
"I HATE my brother!!" The exclamation was heard from the back of the classroom.
In the back of the room sat five semi-Gothic juniors. The remark was made by the only female of the group. She had long, black, straight hair and amber contact-tinted eyes. Her outfit consisted of a tight, black leather zip-up shirt and black flared leather pants. She wore boots along with several spikes, chains, and ballchains which adorned various parts of her body. Her friends stared at her, slightly amused.
"And why would that be, Kaori?" Her red-haired friend spoke, joviality clear in his voice. He wore a tight, black tank-top with words written across it. The shirt read 'I HAVE GONE TO FIND MYSELF. IF I GET BACK BEFORE I RETURN, KEEP ME HERE.' His pants were black and extremely baggy, buckles running down the sides. His buckled boots were heavy, and he, too, wore a large amount of Gothic jewelry.
"He says I'm trouble! Like he should talk," she rambled on, ignoring her friend.
"What did he do this time?" Her crossdressing friend, Botan, asked. His hair was light blue and his attire was composed of a Gothic style dress, black platform boots, and various accessories.
Lowering her voice drastically, Kaori explained that her brother Sho had got into trouble with a group of guys, and how she was going to try to get him out of it later on that week. She had asked if any of them wanted to come along with her and help. It ended up that Toge and Botan were doing something together, and that Bara's mom was making him do something with her. That left Ran, the redhead, as the only one to go with her.
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Aya slipped on his trenchcoat, tucking his sword safely inside before closing it. He sighed, shutting his eyes, not sure why he was thinking about his high school days. Especially not those days. He opened his eyes, peering around his room. He was all set for the mission, and it didn't seem like it was going to be pleasant. There were still twenty minutes left until he had to meet the others downstairs. He sat down on his bed, his thoughts wandering once more to his past.
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Kaori was at Ran's house, getting ready with him to confront the people her brother had gotten into trouble with. They wore their favorite trenchcoats, stuffing various weapons into them. Ran favored a daishou, several tobi-kunai, a kusari-gama, and a set of tonfas. Kaori had a katana, tobi-kunai, two shuriken, and a kusari-gama. They stepped out of his house, heading for Ran's black BMW sports convertible.
"I hate you, did you know that?" Kaori asked, referring to the ownership of such a car. Ran just smirked in reply, getting into the driver's seat, and slipping the keys into the ignition. They drove off, as the crazy, manical people that they were.
"Do you know where we're going?" Ran asked with a questioning look on his face.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M THAT BIG OF A MORON?!" Asked the peeved Goth. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do know where we're going." With that, she told him the directions, and they got there in half the time it took any normal person.
They arrived in front of an overly large deserted warehouse. "Well, we're here," the well-armed female Goth said.
"Regretting it, are we?" asked Ran.
"NOOO!!!" She retorted, "I have to get him out of this. He's not capable of doing it himself, you should know that by now. You've known him long enough. He's a moron."
"All right, all right. What are we going to do? We need to have a plan."
"Go in and talk with them," Kaori answered. She turned on her heel and walked towards the building, not waiting for an answer, expecting him to follow. He did so, but mumbling about how they should have a plan the whole way and further.
Kaori stopped in front of the enterance and turned to wait for Ran, tapping her foot impatiently. "We should just tie up your brother, put a shock collar on him so can't return here. Train him. That'd be safer," the red-head muttered, glaring daggers at his poorly prepared friend.
"Sorry, no can do. This will be soo~ much more fun," she said, smirking. Ran rolled his eyes and pushed open the door, slipping in silently. Kaori followed, an excited bounce in her steps. The adreniline was pumping and her mind was confusing it for happiness. The was bound to be a good fight.
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Muttering under his breath, Aya noticed the time. He stood up an left his room, walking downstairs. He had a bad feeling about this mission. Or perhaps it was just his flashbacks worrying him. Oh well, there was no point in worrying now. Just have to complete the mission successfully.
Aya met the others int he kitchen, and the four silently walked out into the garage. Youji and Aya slipped into the Seven while Ken and Omi both rode on Ken's motorcycle. As they were driving, Aya continued to think about the past.
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A bunch of people were gathered int he room. Most were men, but a few were female. The girls appeared to be girlfriends of the guys there. That, or they were just sluts.
"Hi guys! This is where you go to sign up to a join a group of malicious, psychotic criminals who like to rope in and destroy perfectly innocent people, right? Or is that the next building down?" Kaori called out cheerfully to the people, who were obviously those they were looking for.
Sho was there, and he was startled. "Kaori, the hell're you doin' here?!" He yelled at her, incredulous. "It's dangerous!"
"We know, that's why we're here. To get you out this, Sho," Ran's voice was cold and precise, his eyes narrow in calculation. Kaori spared him a glance, surprised by the change in attitude. She had never seen him like that, and she decided that that side of him was perfect for things like this.
"Get out of here, or we'll have you killed," one of the men, most likely the leader, ordered, snapping his fingers. Kaori and Ran were surrounded by men pointing guns at them, and they didn't look like they were joking.
"Fuck." The one word uttered by Kaori summed up their situation pretty well. Fuck indeed.
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The mission wasn't going well. The enemy had a lot more opposition than originally thought. Abyssinian stood, surrounded by people. He sliced at them, trying his damnedest to stay alive, or at least bring a large amount of them down with him. Not good. Fuck.
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Sho stood in front of his sister, arms outstretched. "She's my sister! Don't hurt her, please!" Kaori stared at him, amazed and slightly touched by this display of concern. "She may be a pain in the ass, a freak, and a nutcase, not to mention a bitch and a whore...But sti--!!," he was cut off abruptly as the chain of a kusari-gama was wrapped around his throat.
"Thanks, /Sho/, but we don't need your help," she growled under her breath, releasing the chain when he started turning blue.
Ran rolled his eyes and shook his head as the others in the room burst out laughing. Well, everyone except those pointing the guns at the teenagers.
The leader stopped laughing and turned serious. "Kill them. Including the brother."
Bullets flew towards the three in the center of the room. Ran and Kaori covered themselves with their trenchcoats as Sho curled into a ball on the floor. The turrent ceased and Sho, like the moron he was, stood up wearily. A man aimed a baretta for his heart. Seeing this, Kaori shoved her brother out of the way, the bullet burrying itself in her temple.
Ran let out a string of curses, knowing she was dead, but not letting it affect him yet. They went there to get Sho out of trouble, so Ran decided it would be done, even if it killed him. He threw several tobi-kunai, killing a few, injuring others. The red-head grabbed Sho, who was now crying, and got him out of the building.
The trenchcoat clad teenager threw his burden into the passenger seat, hopped into the drver's seat, and drove off like a bat out of hell. Sho continued crying, muttering about how it was all his fault. Ran glared at the road, blaming it. This was not good. It was his fault, he should have talked her out of it. He would have to live with the death of his best friend for the rest of his life. Quoting her, he growled out a single word. "Fuck."
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Abyssinian swore, bullets hitting him despite his caution. He spun around to kill the man behind him and a bullet ripped through his ungaurded chest to pierce his heart. The man lost his head and Aya slipped to the ground, holding his wound that released copius amounts of blood.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice transmitting through to the other Weiß boys. He caughed up blood, on his knees, bent over at the waist.
Bombay's voice crackled in his ear, "Abyssinian! What's wrong?!"
"I'm down. Continue on the mission without me. Don't come back. Bullet to the heart," he uttered, chocking on his blood.
"Fuck!" He heard Balinese swear. He smirked at that word, then died. His eyes slipped closed and he released the last of his breath. That was it for him. He was finally dead.
Youji, Ken, and Omi ran into the room, quickly dispensing of the remaining opponents. Youji arrived at Aya's body first, and he turned the man over so he could see the face. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the Aya's lifeless expression. The blood on his face turned watery and ran down to drip on the floor.
"Aya-kun...," Omi's voice was chocked and he, too, was crying. Ken put an arm around his shoulder and dragged the smaller teammate close to him, hugging him. He held back his tears, and was surprised to see Youji crying so much. Judging from the few intelligible words the tall blond spoke, he had loved the man. This came as a shock to Ken, and he began to feel terribly sorry for Youji.
Eventually they managed to leave the building, bringing the body with them. Kritiker held a more or less private funeral for him, since Aya had been considered dead anyways. Aya-chan attended the funeral without crying, Sakura was there, too, but she was crying a lot.
Youji locked himself in his room, refuisng to see anyone. Omi would leave food outside his door and it would be eaten, but barely so. Kritiker gave the boys a month to grieve before sending them on missions again. Youji's behavior began to resemble what Aya's had been, and the other two held a new respect and understanding for their lost teammate.
The mission assigned to them after their month was over seemed as though it would be long. As soon as they figured out who exactly the target was it would be simple enough to kill him, her, them, whatever it may be. Unfortunately, they would have to spend time in the spotlight. They would have to become a band.
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A/N
How was it for a start? Hopefully you liked it. It kind of died at the end of the chapter, that was a hard situation to write, very unused to it. There is a reason for Aya-chan not crying, and, well, yeah. There are reasons for pretty much everything here.
The title of the story, as you may know, refers to Ran's death. The title of the chapter refers to Ran and Kaori's deaths. Kaori means fragrance so...yeah. The next chapter shouldn't take too long, I get bored enough in Spanish, Latin, English (too..many...languages!!), Chemistry, Advanced Algebra, and...and...World Civ. II...that I write a lot. Then I let Binji read and she does some minor editing, feeds me ideas, and we write more together. We tend to write together on the phone so...yeah. There's some major editing that needs to be done but I wanted this posted so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed. Hope you will continue to enjoy. Please, give feedback! We want to know what you think, and how you think this should continue! Inspire us! Feed us! I'll shut up now...
Title: Death of the Orchid
Authors: Crystal Okamino and Binji Kaze
Beta Reader: need one...anyone? Please?
Fic Style: Death fic of a sorts. Don't let that scare you, the characters will all stay, even the dead ones.
Genre: Angst, humor, supernatural. How do you get angst and humor in one story? Well, read on and you'll find out. ^_^
Summary: After Aya's death, Weiß has to cope with a mission on their own. But what happens when they meet up with their supposedly dead teammate while doing undercover work as a band?
Pairings: YoujixAya(Ran) definite. Others possible, will consider all requests.
A/N
This collaboration fic between me and my friend, Binji Kaze, is going to be odd and long. We hope those of you who start it stick with it. We're going to (try) to keep this A/N short, but it may not be. We want to say some things before you go on to read, because without being said, you'll get confused.
This is a crossover fic. Currently, Weiß Kreuz, Yami no Matsuei, and Gravitation are definites. Weiß will be the largest factor in this fic. You don't have to watch the other two anime to understand this, because we'll wind up explaining a lot of things from them in this, since characters from the other anime will need to know. We have some original characters, who, upon request, we'll give information about. We don't want to take up too much space. We have foreign languages spoken in this. There IS a reason for it all, but it won't be explained until WAAAA~Y further up the road. The chapters will tend to be short, because, well, we like writing short chapters. If people start needling us, we'll make them longer. Think that's all for now, so read and enjoy! Please review, too, because this is an experiment of ours, we want to know how it goes.
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Chapter 1: The Orchid and its Fragrance Die
"I HATE my brother!!" The exclamation was heard from the back of the classroom.
In the back of the room sat five semi-Gothic juniors. The remark was made by the only female of the group. She had long, black, straight hair and amber contact-tinted eyes. Her outfit consisted of a tight, black leather zip-up shirt and black flared leather pants. She wore boots along with several spikes, chains, and ballchains which adorned various parts of her body. Her friends stared at her, slightly amused.
"And why would that be, Kaori?" Her red-haired friend spoke, joviality clear in his voice. He wore a tight, black tank-top with words written across it. The shirt read 'I HAVE GONE TO FIND MYSELF. IF I GET BACK BEFORE I RETURN, KEEP ME HERE.' His pants were black and extremely baggy, buckles running down the sides. His buckled boots were heavy, and he, too, wore a large amount of Gothic jewelry.
"He says I'm trouble! Like he should talk," she rambled on, ignoring her friend.
"What did he do this time?" Her crossdressing friend, Botan, asked. His hair was light blue and his attire was composed of a Gothic style dress, black platform boots, and various accessories.
Lowering her voice drastically, Kaori explained that her brother Sho had got into trouble with a group of guys, and how she was going to try to get him out of it later on that week. She had asked if any of them wanted to come along with her and help. It ended up that Toge and Botan were doing something together, and that Bara's mom was making him do something with her. That left Ran, the redhead, as the only one to go with her.
* * * * * *
Aya slipped on his trenchcoat, tucking his sword safely inside before closing it. He sighed, shutting his eyes, not sure why he was thinking about his high school days. Especially not those days. He opened his eyes, peering around his room. He was all set for the mission, and it didn't seem like it was going to be pleasant. There were still twenty minutes left until he had to meet the others downstairs. He sat down on his bed, his thoughts wandering once more to his past.
* * * * * *
Kaori was at Ran's house, getting ready with him to confront the people her brother had gotten into trouble with. They wore their favorite trenchcoats, stuffing various weapons into them. Ran favored a daishou, several tobi-kunai, a kusari-gama, and a set of tonfas. Kaori had a katana, tobi-kunai, two shuriken, and a kusari-gama. They stepped out of his house, heading for Ran's black BMW sports convertible.
"I hate you, did you know that?" Kaori asked, referring to the ownership of such a car. Ran just smirked in reply, getting into the driver's seat, and slipping the keys into the ignition. They drove off, as the crazy, manical people that they were.
"Do you know where we're going?" Ran asked with a questioning look on his face.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M THAT BIG OF A MORON?!" Asked the peeved Goth. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do know where we're going." With that, she told him the directions, and they got there in half the time it took any normal person.
They arrived in front of an overly large deserted warehouse. "Well, we're here," the well-armed female Goth said.
"Regretting it, are we?" asked Ran.
"NOOO!!!" She retorted, "I have to get him out of this. He's not capable of doing it himself, you should know that by now. You've known him long enough. He's a moron."
"All right, all right. What are we going to do? We need to have a plan."
"Go in and talk with them," Kaori answered. She turned on her heel and walked towards the building, not waiting for an answer, expecting him to follow. He did so, but mumbling about how they should have a plan the whole way and further.
Kaori stopped in front of the enterance and turned to wait for Ran, tapping her foot impatiently. "We should just tie up your brother, put a shock collar on him so can't return here. Train him. That'd be safer," the red-head muttered, glaring daggers at his poorly prepared friend.
"Sorry, no can do. This will be soo~ much more fun," she said, smirking. Ran rolled his eyes and pushed open the door, slipping in silently. Kaori followed, an excited bounce in her steps. The adreniline was pumping and her mind was confusing it for happiness. The was bound to be a good fight.
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Muttering under his breath, Aya noticed the time. He stood up an left his room, walking downstairs. He had a bad feeling about this mission. Or perhaps it was just his flashbacks worrying him. Oh well, there was no point in worrying now. Just have to complete the mission successfully.
Aya met the others int he kitchen, and the four silently walked out into the garage. Youji and Aya slipped into the Seven while Ken and Omi both rode on Ken's motorcycle. As they were driving, Aya continued to think about the past.
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A bunch of people were gathered int he room. Most were men, but a few were female. The girls appeared to be girlfriends of the guys there. That, or they were just sluts.
"Hi guys! This is where you go to sign up to a join a group of malicious, psychotic criminals who like to rope in and destroy perfectly innocent people, right? Or is that the next building down?" Kaori called out cheerfully to the people, who were obviously those they were looking for.
Sho was there, and he was startled. "Kaori, the hell're you doin' here?!" He yelled at her, incredulous. "It's dangerous!"
"We know, that's why we're here. To get you out this, Sho," Ran's voice was cold and precise, his eyes narrow in calculation. Kaori spared him a glance, surprised by the change in attitude. She had never seen him like that, and she decided that that side of him was perfect for things like this.
"Get out of here, or we'll have you killed," one of the men, most likely the leader, ordered, snapping his fingers. Kaori and Ran were surrounded by men pointing guns at them, and they didn't look like they were joking.
"Fuck." The one word uttered by Kaori summed up their situation pretty well. Fuck indeed.
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The mission wasn't going well. The enemy had a lot more opposition than originally thought. Abyssinian stood, surrounded by people. He sliced at them, trying his damnedest to stay alive, or at least bring a large amount of them down with him. Not good. Fuck.
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Sho stood in front of his sister, arms outstretched. "She's my sister! Don't hurt her, please!" Kaori stared at him, amazed and slightly touched by this display of concern. "She may be a pain in the ass, a freak, and a nutcase, not to mention a bitch and a whore...But sti--!!," he was cut off abruptly as the chain of a kusari-gama was wrapped around his throat.
"Thanks, /Sho/, but we don't need your help," she growled under her breath, releasing the chain when he started turning blue.
Ran rolled his eyes and shook his head as the others in the room burst out laughing. Well, everyone except those pointing the guns at the teenagers.
The leader stopped laughing and turned serious. "Kill them. Including the brother."
Bullets flew towards the three in the center of the room. Ran and Kaori covered themselves with their trenchcoats as Sho curled into a ball on the floor. The turrent ceased and Sho, like the moron he was, stood up wearily. A man aimed a baretta for his heart. Seeing this, Kaori shoved her brother out of the way, the bullet burrying itself in her temple.
Ran let out a string of curses, knowing she was dead, but not letting it affect him yet. They went there to get Sho out of trouble, so Ran decided it would be done, even if it killed him. He threw several tobi-kunai, killing a few, injuring others. The red-head grabbed Sho, who was now crying, and got him out of the building.
The trenchcoat clad teenager threw his burden into the passenger seat, hopped into the drver's seat, and drove off like a bat out of hell. Sho continued crying, muttering about how it was all his fault. Ran glared at the road, blaming it. This was not good. It was his fault, he should have talked her out of it. He would have to live with the death of his best friend for the rest of his life. Quoting her, he growled out a single word. "Fuck."
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Abyssinian swore, bullets hitting him despite his caution. He spun around to kill the man behind him and a bullet ripped through his ungaurded chest to pierce his heart. The man lost his head and Aya slipped to the ground, holding his wound that released copius amounts of blood.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice transmitting through to the other Weiß boys. He caughed up blood, on his knees, bent over at the waist.
Bombay's voice crackled in his ear, "Abyssinian! What's wrong?!"
"I'm down. Continue on the mission without me. Don't come back. Bullet to the heart," he uttered, chocking on his blood.
"Fuck!" He heard Balinese swear. He smirked at that word, then died. His eyes slipped closed and he released the last of his breath. That was it for him. He was finally dead.
Youji, Ken, and Omi ran into the room, quickly dispensing of the remaining opponents. Youji arrived at Aya's body first, and he turned the man over so he could see the face. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the Aya's lifeless expression. The blood on his face turned watery and ran down to drip on the floor.
"Aya-kun...," Omi's voice was chocked and he, too, was crying. Ken put an arm around his shoulder and dragged the smaller teammate close to him, hugging him. He held back his tears, and was surprised to see Youji crying so much. Judging from the few intelligible words the tall blond spoke, he had loved the man. This came as a shock to Ken, and he began to feel terribly sorry for Youji.
Eventually they managed to leave the building, bringing the body with them. Kritiker held a more or less private funeral for him, since Aya had been considered dead anyways. Aya-chan attended the funeral without crying, Sakura was there, too, but she was crying a lot.
Youji locked himself in his room, refuisng to see anyone. Omi would leave food outside his door and it would be eaten, but barely so. Kritiker gave the boys a month to grieve before sending them on missions again. Youji's behavior began to resemble what Aya's had been, and the other two held a new respect and understanding for their lost teammate.
The mission assigned to them after their month was over seemed as though it would be long. As soon as they figured out who exactly the target was it would be simple enough to kill him, her, them, whatever it may be. Unfortunately, they would have to spend time in the spotlight. They would have to become a band.
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A/N
How was it for a start? Hopefully you liked it. It kind of died at the end of the chapter, that was a hard situation to write, very unused to it. There is a reason for Aya-chan not crying, and, well, yeah. There are reasons for pretty much everything here.
The title of the story, as you may know, refers to Ran's death. The title of the chapter refers to Ran and Kaori's deaths. Kaori means fragrance so...yeah. The next chapter shouldn't take too long, I get bored enough in Spanish, Latin, English (too..many...languages!!), Chemistry, Advanced Algebra, and...and...World Civ. II...that I write a lot. Then I let Binji read and she does some minor editing, feeds me ideas, and we write more together. We tend to write together on the phone so...yeah. There's some major editing that needs to be done but I wanted this posted so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed. Hope you will continue to enjoy. Please, give feedback! We want to know what you think, and how you think this should continue! Inspire us! Feed us! I'll shut up now...