Hisui no Me - Eyes of Jade
By Lady_Allure (Allure-chan)
 

You know I don't own Weiß Kreuz or Sailor Moon, just the fic. ENJOY!


Note: Much thanks goes out to my Imuoto-chan D-chan for being a pre-reader. Gomen ne for not updating my fics lately. I'm a college student, so my time is very limited. In the meantime, I just had to go and get myself addicted to Weiss Kreuz, and I've wanted to do a WK/SM crossover for a long time. This is my first one, hope you like. Oh yeah, there are spoilers for Yohji's past.


Prelude: Without Hesitation


You want to say your mine
Be with me all the time
You're falling so in love

"I'm Real" Jennifer Lopez


It happened so fast, like Yohji had just blinked his eyes, and there it was. The head on collision with a silver limousine, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, but in reality it had come at high speed over a hill, making a foolish pass. Why the rush? It's not like the fancy car would have made it to where ever any faster, especially on a two lane highway.

It was ironic for it to happen before the sun had even risen over the horizon. What could be so important that it had to take place so early in the morning? Early, how ironic indeed, since Kudou Yohji was not a morning person at all. He was one who preferred to sleep late. That is, when he wasn't dreaming about Asuka like he had been all night. His mind drifted towards her often, and he was unsure of how to deal with it. She was dead, leaving her blood on his hands, like some sort of sealed blame. What else could he do, Asuka was not the woman he loved anymore, she had been brain washed, and changed into someone named Neu, his enemy.

The Weiß Assassin shook his head, pushing up his oval shaped sunglasses, shielding his eyes from the rising sunlight. Now was not the time to be thinking about her. A car crash had just occurred moments before, and it wasn't a pretty sight, making it a good idea to slow down on his speed, before he added to the accident. His unusual morning cruise would have to wait.

From the looks of it, maybe he would have to cancel his drive period. The orange sports car that had collided with the limo decided to do a hit and run, meaning it was about a mile down the road.

Yohji narrowed his eyes on the license plate, memorizing it for later. In the meantime, he pulled his white convertible off to the side, and put it into park. Something had caught his eyes, enough for him to stop and investigate. Being a former detective still had a faint grip on him.

To his eyes, the limo's front was completely smashed in, the window shield shattered, leading to the driver laying face first on the concrete road. He sighed, and got out of his car, walking over to the male shofer, and bent down, slowly placing two fingers over the man's neck, checking for a pulse. There was no pulse that could be felt. 'Killed instantly.' Yohji thought, looking away as he stood up.

Using his cell phone to call an ambulance was his next move, then, just as he was about to dial the numbers, a scattered bouquet of peach roses made him pause. The back seat door was slightly open, and a white lace veil hung over the edge, nearly touching the ground. Someone was still in the back, and his instincts lead him to the car door. He was hesitant to open it at first, the passenger could be just as dead as the driver, but he had to make sure. Taking a deep breath, Yohji grabbed the car handle, and pulled the door open.

He gasped as his sight was met with a female figure sprawled across the car floor on her back, covered in shattered pieces of tinted glass. Her body looked as if it had been thrown quite violently, and her blood smeared the white form fitting wedding gown she wore. He couldn't see her face due to the fact that her long golden blond hair veiled it.

Without hesitation, he climbed in beside her still figure, and got down on one knee, placing his fingers on her neck. This time he felt a pulse, it was faint, but she was still alive.

Carefully, he lifted her up, and pushed the golden trestles out of her face. Her beauty was breath taking, unlike any woman he had ever laid eyes on. His heart was beating rapidly just looking at her. For a moment, he was caught in a trance, forgetting that she might be severely injured. He didn't like seeing the trail of blood that ran down her chin. Should he move her? If her condition was serious, yes, he had to. Forget the ambulance; he would take her to the hospital himself.

Genteelly, he placed an arm under her knees, and the other behind her back, slowly lifting her up. When he was sure he had a firm grip on her, he climbed out of the wrecked limousine, and headed for his car. There was no way he would drop her, or let her suffer. With much caution, he placed her unconscious form in the passenger seat, and quickly jumped into the driver's side.

The speed limit didn't matter to him when he began driving; his mind was set on getting her to the hospital. Whoever she was, he would save her. For once, Yohji was true to his heart.