FIRE AND ICE
Disclaimer- I don't own Weiss Kreuz, but I own Solera, Mr Adams, Mr and Mrs Maxwell, Jacob, Mika, Gerhard, Herr Brandt, die Sicherheit, and any other characters that aren't from the show.
*sigh* I knew I should have bid higher.
CRAWFORD IS MINE!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh* *is smacked in the back of the head by some unknown force* SCHULDIG! IF THAT WAS YOU, YOU'RE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!
On with the story....
Chapter Five- A shock to the system
"So, chibi, you're saying that Solera, Crawford and Schuldig were all friends at one stage, until Schuldig and Crawford's fathers had business in Japan, and that Solera came all the way here from America to track them down?"
Omi nodded at Yohji. "But she hasn't contacted them for six years, so there's a very good chance she doesn't know her friends are sadistic and cruel."
Aya was asleep on the sofa. Every few minutes, he'd say something like, "Shi-ne Takatori," "You'll wake up soon, Aya-chan," and "Solera, why are you such a bitch?"
"Aya thinks Solera's a bitch? Strange," said Ken, amused.
"Well I, for one, think she's terrific," announced Yohji.
Omi couldn't help himself and said, "Only because you've been trying to crack onto her since she woke up!"
Yohji looked offended. "Bite your tongue!"
"I think she brings out the worst in you."
Omi, Ken and Yohji turned in the direction of the voice. "Manx!"
Aya was still on the sofa, snoring.
"Look, I know it's only been 24 hours, but I came to see if Solera's still sane. You guys, especially you, Yohji, can be a bit of a handful at times."
Yohji pouted, "You don't mean that," he purred.
"Yes, I do."
"Ouch! And the ref takes a point!"
"Ken! No soccer references while we're in earshot!"
"Sorry, Omi."
"Anyway," Manx continued, "you boys have a new mission. Ken, go and get Solera."
At the mention of 'mission', Aya was wide-awake. Ken disappeared upstairs to Solera's room.
"Solera, we have a mission!"
"I'll be down in a sec!" she called back.
Soon Solera was sitting on the sofa next to Aya still wearing her PJs. She smiled at Aya and he couldn't help but smile back. No one else saw it. Manx loaded the videotape into the VCR and pressed 'play'. Persia appeared on the screen.
"Weiss, I have a mission for you. Lately there have been a series of kidnappings across Tokyo. The kidnappers have been asking obscene amounts of money for the girls kidnapped, and only giving the girls' parents a few hours to come up with the money. Your job is to rescue the girls and put an end to this. Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows."
The video stopped, and Manx removed the videotape. "So, are you all in?"
"Yeah!" they all said in unison, except for Aya, who said, "Hn."
"Okay, Solera, this is your chance to show what you can do."
"Arigatou Manx. I never thought I'd be involved in something like this. I always vowed I'd never take a government job."
"I'm glad you did," Yohji said softly, reaching over to take Solera's hand in his own.
"Only by accident," she replied, equally as softly, and went upstairs to change.
"Yohji, if you hurt her, I'll never forgive you," said Manx sternly.
"What? We're not even together yet! Am I really that bad?" He was greeted with a nod from the others. "Hmph, I'll show you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Ken, waving him away.
But not 5 minutes had passed, and Yohji had forgotten what he said.
Solera was ready for the mission around 10pm, so she decided to use the extra time to brush up on her taekwondo skills in the training room. Yohji followed her and watched from the doorway. He was fairly skilled in hand-to- hand combat himself.
"Mind if I train with you?"
The smooth voice startled Solera a little, but she replied with, "Okay, but don't worry about going easy on me, I know how to handle myself."
"Alright then."
Yohji took his boots off. They bowed to each other, then proceeded to circle the mat a few times. When Yohji copped a kick in the stomach, he made his move and tackled Solera, making them both fall on the mat.
"Baka! Taekwondo, not wrestling!"
"I know." Yohji smirked.
"You nearly winded me!"
"Hey! You kicked me in the stomach! Don't you think you may have injured me?"
"You're a guy, you can handle it."
Solera tried to get up, but Yohji had her pinned to the mat. He brought his face closer to hers. She didn't object; she welcomed the closeness. He kissed her gently on the lips, and freed her arms from his grip. Solera sat up and put her arms around Yohji's neck. He was just as surprised as she was, and responded in the same way, holding her close. She kissed him this time, and was a bit more dominating than Yohji had been. His gentleness reminded Solera so much of Kio that she began to cry. It brought back memories and made her more determined to find him. Yohji felt her tears on his own face, and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. She was grateful for the comfort he offered, and she knew in her heart she could count on him. The kiss they shared, nothing more than a release of pent-up frustration. Yohji was glad to be on the receiving end, but knew somehow she didn't want to be his lover.
They had been sitting on the mat, hugging for at least half an hour, when Omi came in to see how their training was going. He was about to say something, but Yohji mouthed, "I'll tell you later."
"Okay," he mouthed back, "you've got 20 minutes."
"Thanks."
Omi closed the door behind him as he left, and startled Solera, who looked around the room.
"What was that?" she asked.
"The wind," replied Yohji, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Thanks for being here for me, Yo-tan."
"That's okay. You made me realise some things about myself."
"Oh yeah? Such as...?"
"Such as, maybe I should have more female friends. I think I can safely say, you are my first." He smiled at her.
"I'd say you were right. And, you've given me a reason to be happy again."
"How?"
"You're the perfect combination of Brad and Kio. I only wish I knew where they were."
"Solera, I'm sure they're fine." Yohji helped her up and draped an arm around her.
"I hope you're right, Yohji." They allowed for a moment's silence before Solera asked, "Should I tie my hair back, or leave it out?"
Yohji thought about it, then said, "Leave it out. It gives you that mysterious don't-mess-with-me look. Plus, it'll give the target something nice to look at before they die."
She gave him a playful punch.
"Oh, and take your katana. That way, if Aya gets in trouble, we'll have a replacement katana-wielding maniac."
"'Maniac' is about right!" said Solera, laughing.
Downstairs, they were sorting out who should go in which vehicle.
"I'll take Ken's motorbike and Omi, if that's okay with you, Ken!" Solera yelled from the bathroom. She was putting on some dark makeup, mainly eyeliner and mascara.
"Come on, Omi-kun. Let's go!" she said, as she walked out to where the boys were.
"Don't forget who you're following!" said Aya, slightly pissed off for no real reason.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Damn bossy woman," he muttered.
"And proud of it!"
"This conversation is going nowhere," said Omi, shaking his head, "Hurry up, we have a mission to do!"
"Come on, Schuldig! Stop playing with your hair and get in your damn car!"
"Stop nagging me, Bradley!" Schuldig whined, "I need to look good when I play with people's minds."
"Do you really think Weiss will care about your looks?!" snapped Nagi uncharacteristically.
"He's doing it to impress the new Weiss kitten," Farfarello said knowingly, making a neat gash on the lower part of his arm, watching the blood ooze out of it.
Schuldig looked around at the strange scene and started laughing. "Mein Gott, we're so mismatched! Fate does have a sense of humour."
Crawford looked fit to kill. "For the last time, GET IN THE DAMN CAR!!"
"Fine, fine. You know, you really should get someone to remove the stick up your-"
"SCHULDIG!!!"
"Alright, I'm going. Come, Naggles."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!" The telekinetic threatened to throw Schuldig in front of a speeding truck.
10 long minutes later, Schuldig and Nagi were in Schuldig's car, and Crawford and Farfarello were in Crawford's car. Crawford was trying to concentrate on the road, and trying to stop Farf from stabbing the pure leather seats of his new Porsche at the same time, not an easy task. Then his car phone rang. It was Takatori.
"Crawford, if tonight doesn't go to plan, I have picked out a new member for Schwarz. Female, 17, her name is Amber. Power, telekinesis. I thought she might be useful."
"Thank you sir."
"Don't fail."
The phone hung up on the other end of the line, and Crawford sighed. "Farfarello, I'm we get this new member, promise me you won't attack her."
"I won't promise ye anything."
Crawford sighed again. This was going to be a long night.
Omi and Solera hopped off the motorbike and waited for the others. When the others arrived, a voice was heard from the darkness:
"Thank you for coming. We hope you enjoy tonight's festivities..."
Solera found herself fighting a man slightly older than her with dark hair, who was wearing a cream-coloured suit and glasses.
"How can you fight in a suit?" she asked between punches.
"Hmm, you're right, it is a bit restricting." Her opponent took of his jacket and tie, and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. "Continue."
It was obvious to Solera that the man had done some boxing in his time. He ended up knocking her to the ground. She lay there for a few minutes, dazed, before her opponent picked her up and carried her to a place not far from where they were fighting.
"What do you want from me?! Let go of-"
Solera was interrupted by her opponent's mouth covering hers. She didn't have a chance to protest, because he then broke away.
"Who the hell are you to kiss me without my permission?!" she yelled, outraged.
The mystery man stepped into a dimly lit area so she could see what he looked like. "I was just doing what I should have done long before I was taken away."
Solera's glare disappeared, and she gasped.
"Brad?"
Heh heh...
Cliffhanger!
What will happen next? I wonder...
Anywayz, don't stop reading and reviewing ^-^
Reviews accepted, flames ignored, chocolate chip cookies appreciated. I promise I'll share!
~Blue Silhouette~
Disclaimer- I don't own Weiss Kreuz, but I own Solera, Mr Adams, Mr and Mrs Maxwell, Jacob, Mika, Gerhard, Herr Brandt, die Sicherheit, and any other characters that aren't from the show.
*sigh* I knew I should have bid higher.
CRAWFORD IS MINE!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh* *is smacked in the back of the head by some unknown force* SCHULDIG! IF THAT WAS YOU, YOU'RE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!
On with the story....
Chapter Five- A shock to the system
"So, chibi, you're saying that Solera, Crawford and Schuldig were all friends at one stage, until Schuldig and Crawford's fathers had business in Japan, and that Solera came all the way here from America to track them down?"
Omi nodded at Yohji. "But she hasn't contacted them for six years, so there's a very good chance she doesn't know her friends are sadistic and cruel."
Aya was asleep on the sofa. Every few minutes, he'd say something like, "Shi-ne Takatori," "You'll wake up soon, Aya-chan," and "Solera, why are you such a bitch?"
"Aya thinks Solera's a bitch? Strange," said Ken, amused.
"Well I, for one, think she's terrific," announced Yohji.
Omi couldn't help himself and said, "Only because you've been trying to crack onto her since she woke up!"
Yohji looked offended. "Bite your tongue!"
"I think she brings out the worst in you."
Omi, Ken and Yohji turned in the direction of the voice. "Manx!"
Aya was still on the sofa, snoring.
"Look, I know it's only been 24 hours, but I came to see if Solera's still sane. You guys, especially you, Yohji, can be a bit of a handful at times."
Yohji pouted, "You don't mean that," he purred.
"Yes, I do."
"Ouch! And the ref takes a point!"
"Ken! No soccer references while we're in earshot!"
"Sorry, Omi."
"Anyway," Manx continued, "you boys have a new mission. Ken, go and get Solera."
At the mention of 'mission', Aya was wide-awake. Ken disappeared upstairs to Solera's room.
"Solera, we have a mission!"
"I'll be down in a sec!" she called back.
Soon Solera was sitting on the sofa next to Aya still wearing her PJs. She smiled at Aya and he couldn't help but smile back. No one else saw it. Manx loaded the videotape into the VCR and pressed 'play'. Persia appeared on the screen.
"Weiss, I have a mission for you. Lately there have been a series of kidnappings across Tokyo. The kidnappers have been asking obscene amounts of money for the girls kidnapped, and only giving the girls' parents a few hours to come up with the money. Your job is to rescue the girls and put an end to this. Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows."
The video stopped, and Manx removed the videotape. "So, are you all in?"
"Yeah!" they all said in unison, except for Aya, who said, "Hn."
"Okay, Solera, this is your chance to show what you can do."
"Arigatou Manx. I never thought I'd be involved in something like this. I always vowed I'd never take a government job."
"I'm glad you did," Yohji said softly, reaching over to take Solera's hand in his own.
"Only by accident," she replied, equally as softly, and went upstairs to change.
"Yohji, if you hurt her, I'll never forgive you," said Manx sternly.
"What? We're not even together yet! Am I really that bad?" He was greeted with a nod from the others. "Hmph, I'll show you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Ken, waving him away.
But not 5 minutes had passed, and Yohji had forgotten what he said.
Solera was ready for the mission around 10pm, so she decided to use the extra time to brush up on her taekwondo skills in the training room. Yohji followed her and watched from the doorway. He was fairly skilled in hand-to- hand combat himself.
"Mind if I train with you?"
The smooth voice startled Solera a little, but she replied with, "Okay, but don't worry about going easy on me, I know how to handle myself."
"Alright then."
Yohji took his boots off. They bowed to each other, then proceeded to circle the mat a few times. When Yohji copped a kick in the stomach, he made his move and tackled Solera, making them both fall on the mat.
"Baka! Taekwondo, not wrestling!"
"I know." Yohji smirked.
"You nearly winded me!"
"Hey! You kicked me in the stomach! Don't you think you may have injured me?"
"You're a guy, you can handle it."
Solera tried to get up, but Yohji had her pinned to the mat. He brought his face closer to hers. She didn't object; she welcomed the closeness. He kissed her gently on the lips, and freed her arms from his grip. Solera sat up and put her arms around Yohji's neck. He was just as surprised as she was, and responded in the same way, holding her close. She kissed him this time, and was a bit more dominating than Yohji had been. His gentleness reminded Solera so much of Kio that she began to cry. It brought back memories and made her more determined to find him. Yohji felt her tears on his own face, and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. She was grateful for the comfort he offered, and she knew in her heart she could count on him. The kiss they shared, nothing more than a release of pent-up frustration. Yohji was glad to be on the receiving end, but knew somehow she didn't want to be his lover.
They had been sitting on the mat, hugging for at least half an hour, when Omi came in to see how their training was going. He was about to say something, but Yohji mouthed, "I'll tell you later."
"Okay," he mouthed back, "you've got 20 minutes."
"Thanks."
Omi closed the door behind him as he left, and startled Solera, who looked around the room.
"What was that?" she asked.
"The wind," replied Yohji, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Thanks for being here for me, Yo-tan."
"That's okay. You made me realise some things about myself."
"Oh yeah? Such as...?"
"Such as, maybe I should have more female friends. I think I can safely say, you are my first." He smiled at her.
"I'd say you were right. And, you've given me a reason to be happy again."
"How?"
"You're the perfect combination of Brad and Kio. I only wish I knew where they were."
"Solera, I'm sure they're fine." Yohji helped her up and draped an arm around her.
"I hope you're right, Yohji." They allowed for a moment's silence before Solera asked, "Should I tie my hair back, or leave it out?"
Yohji thought about it, then said, "Leave it out. It gives you that mysterious don't-mess-with-me look. Plus, it'll give the target something nice to look at before they die."
She gave him a playful punch.
"Oh, and take your katana. That way, if Aya gets in trouble, we'll have a replacement katana-wielding maniac."
"'Maniac' is about right!" said Solera, laughing.
Downstairs, they were sorting out who should go in which vehicle.
"I'll take Ken's motorbike and Omi, if that's okay with you, Ken!" Solera yelled from the bathroom. She was putting on some dark makeup, mainly eyeliner and mascara.
"Come on, Omi-kun. Let's go!" she said, as she walked out to where the boys were.
"Don't forget who you're following!" said Aya, slightly pissed off for no real reason.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Damn bossy woman," he muttered.
"And proud of it!"
"This conversation is going nowhere," said Omi, shaking his head, "Hurry up, we have a mission to do!"
"Come on, Schuldig! Stop playing with your hair and get in your damn car!"
"Stop nagging me, Bradley!" Schuldig whined, "I need to look good when I play with people's minds."
"Do you really think Weiss will care about your looks?!" snapped Nagi uncharacteristically.
"He's doing it to impress the new Weiss kitten," Farfarello said knowingly, making a neat gash on the lower part of his arm, watching the blood ooze out of it.
Schuldig looked around at the strange scene and started laughing. "Mein Gott, we're so mismatched! Fate does have a sense of humour."
Crawford looked fit to kill. "For the last time, GET IN THE DAMN CAR!!"
"Fine, fine. You know, you really should get someone to remove the stick up your-"
"SCHULDIG!!!"
"Alright, I'm going. Come, Naggles."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!" The telekinetic threatened to throw Schuldig in front of a speeding truck.
10 long minutes later, Schuldig and Nagi were in Schuldig's car, and Crawford and Farfarello were in Crawford's car. Crawford was trying to concentrate on the road, and trying to stop Farf from stabbing the pure leather seats of his new Porsche at the same time, not an easy task. Then his car phone rang. It was Takatori.
"Crawford, if tonight doesn't go to plan, I have picked out a new member for Schwarz. Female, 17, her name is Amber. Power, telekinesis. I thought she might be useful."
"Thank you sir."
"Don't fail."
The phone hung up on the other end of the line, and Crawford sighed. "Farfarello, I'm we get this new member, promise me you won't attack her."
"I won't promise ye anything."
Crawford sighed again. This was going to be a long night.
Omi and Solera hopped off the motorbike and waited for the others. When the others arrived, a voice was heard from the darkness:
"Thank you for coming. We hope you enjoy tonight's festivities..."
Solera found herself fighting a man slightly older than her with dark hair, who was wearing a cream-coloured suit and glasses.
"How can you fight in a suit?" she asked between punches.
"Hmm, you're right, it is a bit restricting." Her opponent took of his jacket and tie, and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. "Continue."
It was obvious to Solera that the man had done some boxing in his time. He ended up knocking her to the ground. She lay there for a few minutes, dazed, before her opponent picked her up and carried her to a place not far from where they were fighting.
"What do you want from me?! Let go of-"
Solera was interrupted by her opponent's mouth covering hers. She didn't have a chance to protest, because he then broke away.
"Who the hell are you to kiss me without my permission?!" she yelled, outraged.
The mystery man stepped into a dimly lit area so she could see what he looked like. "I was just doing what I should have done long before I was taken away."
Solera's glare disappeared, and she gasped.
"Brad?"
Heh heh...
Cliffhanger!
What will happen next? I wonder...
Anywayz, don't stop reading and reviewing ^-^
Reviews accepted, flames ignored, chocolate chip cookies appreciated. I promise I'll share!
~Blue Silhouette~