Truth & Consequences
A/N: Holy carp! x_x I started this awhile ago, and it'll probably scare a lot of people crapless, but here goes: I am an idiot. And as Crystal Dawn will kindly tell you, she half-corrupted me into this coupling (my brain, DVDs, and short attention span supplied the rest). So here goes... ! Gundam fight all set! Ready? Go---wait, this isn't MFGG! _ Accursed brain...
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz. This shameless, *pointless* fic is a present for everyone else who thinks outside of their box. Like me... XP
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Truth & Consequences
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Hidaka Ken had been captured.
The brown-haired man, now currently handcuffed to the basement wall of the Schreient mansion, had never seen it coming. He'd taken for granted the fact that there were people out there, ready and willing to kill him, and had walked right into the trap of the century.
Ken swore to himself, mentally kicking himself. How could he have been so stupid? Shaking his head, he recalled the past events of that afternoon, wondering for the last time just why he'd done what he had...
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It had been a bright, sunny morning, and Ken had taken his kids out to one of the district school's soccer fields for a change.
"Ken-nii!" One of his kids yelled, waving and pointing to the old abandoned house near the Domino High soccer field. "The ball went in there!" The child signalled to the broken window on the first floor, and Ken sighed.
"All right, I'll get it," he'd said, looking back over at the twenty or so young children who'd come by to learn the game. "I wouldn't want any of you to get hurt by something in there."
Several of the children smiled, glad that they weren't going. Several more were worried about being bullied by the larger children while Ken was gone, and a select few had actually heard everything he had said. Those who had had become nervous---couldn't Ken get hurt just as easily as they could?
And that was how Ken had found himself breaking into the old house's broken window in hopes of retrieving the lost soccer ball. Now that he looked back, he had to wonder why he'd even bothered---it was just one ball. A few hundred yen and he could've replaced it easily, but no---he had to go inside. Come to think of it---he'd recieved a letter inviting him to that field. Too bad he hadn't remembered it until it was too late...
Ken had gone up two flights of stairs (the house was a good five stories at least) before he got the feeling that he was being watched. Followed, even. Despite the fact that he was an assassin, that thought chilled him to the bone. But never once did he deter from the task, he just continued up in hopes of finding the ball and returning to the children.
By the time he'd reached the top floor and seen the ball, he should have known. He should have known that no grade-schooler could kick a ball that high and that far. He should have trusted his instincts and left immediately. But did he? No. Hidaka Ken was a determined man, and his sights were set on the black-and-white orb not ten feet away from him.
And that was when the trap was activated.
The second his fingertips grazed the surface of the plaything he heard it--- the children were all screaming! Ken spun towards the window in time to see why---a woman's face seemingly appeared and came crashing through the window. Glass went everywhere, and Ken had had little time to duck and cover. It took him a moment, but when he looked up he clearly recognized the woman standing before him: "Schreient... "
"Very good, Weiss," she laughed, smiling down at him evilly. Ken growled and grit his teeth. Out of all the assassins he knew, it would be the one who'd sworn an oath to kill him. It wasn't hard for him to recognise the pretty, scowling face, framed with thick blonde hair. Or maybe it was her bright red whip that rung the bells in his mind. All Ken knew was that he was in a room---alone---with a female assassin. She was armed; he was not.
And on top of that, he had no way of fighting back should she try and attack.
"I'm honored that you remember us," the woman continued on, stepping closer to the figure kneeling down on the floor in front of her. Ken clenched his teeth and tried to figure out if he could make it to the door if he threw the soccer ball at her suddenly. It would be his only possible escape, afterall.
"Honored isn't the right word," another female voice called out. Horrified, Ken looked back to the doorway to see the two dark-haired members of Schreient, one with police batons and the other with her thick mask on. The one who'd spoken---the one with her hair pulled back--- smirked at him.
"I think he's happy to remember us... isn't that right, Weiss?" The two who'd spoken laughed tauntingly, but the third woman stayed silent, her gaze never leaving Ken's face.
By now Ken was more than worried. He was already mostly surrounded. The only way he could hope of getting away would be to go for the window and pray that the fall wouldn't kill him.
He summoned up his courage, and prepared to dive for the window. He cast the three women a dark look before hurling the ball in the blonde's direction and making a run for it. The blonde shrieked as she caught the ball (but only in self-defense, mind you).
"Tot!" she yelped as soon as she realized what was happening. "Tot, stop him!"
Ken glanced back, wondering what she was ranting about. He glanced back, ready to dive out... and fell to the ground in surprise as another girl popped up out of the window, this one with bright blue hair and a small pink rabbit. The man swore loudly as she stepped inside, smiling coyly.
"Ooh! We caught a kitty!' the young girl giggled, covering her face with the toy. Ken's face paled considerably as the other women moved around to circle him, all of them smiling down at him dangerously (minus Tot who was grinning almost cheerfully, of course, and the girl in the mask who appeared to be neutral).
It was the last conscious thought Ken had before the leader of the team raised her baton in the air and hit him on the back of the neck, and the last sounds he heard before falling into unconsciousness was the laughing of the four maniacal women hovering about him.
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"Today could not get any worse," Ken sighed, leaning his head back and wincing slightly as it hit the wall. "Unless they execute me. Which is pretty likely, considering those girls. If I'm lucky I'll even have my insides tested on... "
The man shuddered at that rather unpleasant thought, wondering for just a minute why Schreient hadn't dissected him yet.
"Probably want information," he groaned, leaning his head back and hitting it on the wall once again. The soccer player pouted, wishing he could at least use his hands and make sure he wasn't bleeding. The fact that it was quite dark in the room didn't help and whereas he didn't feel any blood trickling down, he knew that didn't mean it wasn't.
Ken's face suddenly softened as he whispered darkly, "I wonder what they're gonna do to me... "
It wasn't the first time that reality hit him, and it probably wouldn't be the last time, he mused. Ken had come to terms with the fact that he probably wouldn't live long enough to ever see his friends again, and sighed once more. If he could only change one thing about today (besides being captured, of course), he wouldn't have let his kids see him dragged away like that.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he hissed, before a soft voice giggled... wait, a giggle? He glanced up quickly, somewhat surprised to see the youngest Schreient member standing in front of him, her head cocked to one side as she held her rabbit up in front of her to view the prisoner.
"What do you think, Mr. Bunny?" she asked the toy. "Isn't he funny?" And the girl dissolved into giggles again, making Ken scowl.
"What do you want with me?!" he barked, and the girl suddenly stopped her giggle-fest.
"I don't want anything," she said in a sing-song voice, tilting her head back and forth several times. "But I know someone who does!"
"Who?"
The sudden sound of high heels, and then: "Forgetful, aren't we? How tragic."
Ken knew that voice very well: so did Tot. Glancing behind them both, each was able to clearly see the blonde member of Schreient. The teens both had different responses to her appearance, however: Tot smiled sweetly and skipped over to her, and made her rabbit say hello, earning a small smile from the sadistic blonde. Ken, however, tried to shrink back into the wall- --an impossible feat even for one who is not chained to said wall.
The blonde eyed him for a moment, before very calming turning her attention back to her young teammate and asking, sweetly; "Tot-chan, do you mind... ? Yes, I think I'll take it from here. I'll be up later, and don't let Hel or Neu come down, dear. This one's all mine."
There was something all-too sickening about the look on her face. And--- once again---that same thought ran through Ken's mind; 'I'm going to die here, tonight.'
'And there's not a damn thing I can do to prevent it.'
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Schoen was laughing inside as Tot bounded up the atairs, singing a random ditty to her beloved Mr. Bunny. Something... about... lovers? Ah, she'd sort it out later. For now, the chained member of Weiss was her primary concern.
And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Catching him had been easy---really easy. Who'd have thought that Tot could've been such a good little spy and followed him back to his home? And then to the soccer fields, where he'd announced the practice in Domino?
It was almost too easy. Just be there, stay hidden, and wait. They hadn't actually been planning on getting him in the house---that had only worked out to be their advantage. Actually, they'd been planning on waiting till the children left to take him---no witnesses then. But this was okay, too-- -Neu had gone down to the children and told them that their coach (blasted if any of them were on a first-name basis!) had recieved a nasty cut on his leg and bumped his head. So nasty, really, that a doctor was coming. And Hel drove around the block, walking over to Neu in her lab coat, playing the perfect doctor role.
The children were too naïve to suspect a thing.
They wished Ken good-bye (not realizing that he was unconscious or being kidnapped), and went on home.
It was really something, how thick a child could be. Tot, at age six, probably would've noticed something off, but did those children?
Schoen wasn't one for prayer, but for once, she praised the good Lord (Lords?) for the children's being too stupid to ask any questions.
The sudden sound of metal grinding on stone brought her away from her short- lived memory, though she could tell that the Weiss member had taken her silence as some sort of new torture technique.
"You seem stuck, Weiss," she commented at last, not able to stop herself from smirking at him as though he were, indeed, a slave to her queen. "Pity."
He sneered. "Not from you."
She glared. "What was that?"
He looked up at her, cold determination in his eyes. "I said, 'not from you.' You wouldn't be capable of pity if it bit you."
Schoen said nothing, and merely walked closer to her captive brunette. She heard him scrunch back even further against the wall, and it made her laugh.
"What's wrong, Weiss? Afraid much? You weren't so afraid of me when you did this to me!" Her tone changed suddenly, from mocking to pure hatred. Her hand covered the scars---barely visible underneath her makeup---but still apparent.
Ken's eyes widened. She hadn't forgotten that. And she was going to make sure he never did as well.
"I'll make sure you regret the day you met me," she hissed, seemingly whipping her whip out of nowhere. She clenched it tightly between her hands, face darkening quickly. "If you live that long, anyway."
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TBC~
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A/N: O________o
When did I decide that this should be a chapter story and not a oneshot? I *like* oneshots! The closure! But... this seems to want to be a chapter fic... dammit!
Ah well.
Expect no regular updation. And review, dammit, or I'll, uh... send my minions after you! Like they'll listen, but still!
---Gangsta Videl
A/N: Holy carp! x_x I started this awhile ago, and it'll probably scare a lot of people crapless, but here goes: I am an idiot. And as Crystal Dawn will kindly tell you, she half-corrupted me into this coupling (my brain, DVDs, and short attention span supplied the rest). So here goes... ! Gundam fight all set! Ready? Go---wait, this isn't MFGG! _ Accursed brain...
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz. This shameless, *pointless* fic is a present for everyone else who thinks outside of their box. Like me... XP
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Truth & Consequences
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Hidaka Ken had been captured.
The brown-haired man, now currently handcuffed to the basement wall of the Schreient mansion, had never seen it coming. He'd taken for granted the fact that there were people out there, ready and willing to kill him, and had walked right into the trap of the century.
Ken swore to himself, mentally kicking himself. How could he have been so stupid? Shaking his head, he recalled the past events of that afternoon, wondering for the last time just why he'd done what he had...
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It had been a bright, sunny morning, and Ken had taken his kids out to one of the district school's soccer fields for a change.
"Ken-nii!" One of his kids yelled, waving and pointing to the old abandoned house near the Domino High soccer field. "The ball went in there!" The child signalled to the broken window on the first floor, and Ken sighed.
"All right, I'll get it," he'd said, looking back over at the twenty or so young children who'd come by to learn the game. "I wouldn't want any of you to get hurt by something in there."
Several of the children smiled, glad that they weren't going. Several more were worried about being bullied by the larger children while Ken was gone, and a select few had actually heard everything he had said. Those who had had become nervous---couldn't Ken get hurt just as easily as they could?
And that was how Ken had found himself breaking into the old house's broken window in hopes of retrieving the lost soccer ball. Now that he looked back, he had to wonder why he'd even bothered---it was just one ball. A few hundred yen and he could've replaced it easily, but no---he had to go inside. Come to think of it---he'd recieved a letter inviting him to that field. Too bad he hadn't remembered it until it was too late...
Ken had gone up two flights of stairs (the house was a good five stories at least) before he got the feeling that he was being watched. Followed, even. Despite the fact that he was an assassin, that thought chilled him to the bone. But never once did he deter from the task, he just continued up in hopes of finding the ball and returning to the children.
By the time he'd reached the top floor and seen the ball, he should have known. He should have known that no grade-schooler could kick a ball that high and that far. He should have trusted his instincts and left immediately. But did he? No. Hidaka Ken was a determined man, and his sights were set on the black-and-white orb not ten feet away from him.
And that was when the trap was activated.
The second his fingertips grazed the surface of the plaything he heard it--- the children were all screaming! Ken spun towards the window in time to see why---a woman's face seemingly appeared and came crashing through the window. Glass went everywhere, and Ken had had little time to duck and cover. It took him a moment, but when he looked up he clearly recognized the woman standing before him: "Schreient... "
"Very good, Weiss," she laughed, smiling down at him evilly. Ken growled and grit his teeth. Out of all the assassins he knew, it would be the one who'd sworn an oath to kill him. It wasn't hard for him to recognise the pretty, scowling face, framed with thick blonde hair. Or maybe it was her bright red whip that rung the bells in his mind. All Ken knew was that he was in a room---alone---with a female assassin. She was armed; he was not.
And on top of that, he had no way of fighting back should she try and attack.
"I'm honored that you remember us," the woman continued on, stepping closer to the figure kneeling down on the floor in front of her. Ken clenched his teeth and tried to figure out if he could make it to the door if he threw the soccer ball at her suddenly. It would be his only possible escape, afterall.
"Honored isn't the right word," another female voice called out. Horrified, Ken looked back to the doorway to see the two dark-haired members of Schreient, one with police batons and the other with her thick mask on. The one who'd spoken---the one with her hair pulled back--- smirked at him.
"I think he's happy to remember us... isn't that right, Weiss?" The two who'd spoken laughed tauntingly, but the third woman stayed silent, her gaze never leaving Ken's face.
By now Ken was more than worried. He was already mostly surrounded. The only way he could hope of getting away would be to go for the window and pray that the fall wouldn't kill him.
He summoned up his courage, and prepared to dive for the window. He cast the three women a dark look before hurling the ball in the blonde's direction and making a run for it. The blonde shrieked as she caught the ball (but only in self-defense, mind you).
"Tot!" she yelped as soon as she realized what was happening. "Tot, stop him!"
Ken glanced back, wondering what she was ranting about. He glanced back, ready to dive out... and fell to the ground in surprise as another girl popped up out of the window, this one with bright blue hair and a small pink rabbit. The man swore loudly as she stepped inside, smiling coyly.
"Ooh! We caught a kitty!' the young girl giggled, covering her face with the toy. Ken's face paled considerably as the other women moved around to circle him, all of them smiling down at him dangerously (minus Tot who was grinning almost cheerfully, of course, and the girl in the mask who appeared to be neutral).
It was the last conscious thought Ken had before the leader of the team raised her baton in the air and hit him on the back of the neck, and the last sounds he heard before falling into unconsciousness was the laughing of the four maniacal women hovering about him.
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"Today could not get any worse," Ken sighed, leaning his head back and wincing slightly as it hit the wall. "Unless they execute me. Which is pretty likely, considering those girls. If I'm lucky I'll even have my insides tested on... "
The man shuddered at that rather unpleasant thought, wondering for just a minute why Schreient hadn't dissected him yet.
"Probably want information," he groaned, leaning his head back and hitting it on the wall once again. The soccer player pouted, wishing he could at least use his hands and make sure he wasn't bleeding. The fact that it was quite dark in the room didn't help and whereas he didn't feel any blood trickling down, he knew that didn't mean it wasn't.
Ken's face suddenly softened as he whispered darkly, "I wonder what they're gonna do to me... "
It wasn't the first time that reality hit him, and it probably wouldn't be the last time, he mused. Ken had come to terms with the fact that he probably wouldn't live long enough to ever see his friends again, and sighed once more. If he could only change one thing about today (besides being captured, of course), he wouldn't have let his kids see him dragged away like that.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he hissed, before a soft voice giggled... wait, a giggle? He glanced up quickly, somewhat surprised to see the youngest Schreient member standing in front of him, her head cocked to one side as she held her rabbit up in front of her to view the prisoner.
"What do you think, Mr. Bunny?" she asked the toy. "Isn't he funny?" And the girl dissolved into giggles again, making Ken scowl.
"What do you want with me?!" he barked, and the girl suddenly stopped her giggle-fest.
"I don't want anything," she said in a sing-song voice, tilting her head back and forth several times. "But I know someone who does!"
"Who?"
The sudden sound of high heels, and then: "Forgetful, aren't we? How tragic."
Ken knew that voice very well: so did Tot. Glancing behind them both, each was able to clearly see the blonde member of Schreient. The teens both had different responses to her appearance, however: Tot smiled sweetly and skipped over to her, and made her rabbit say hello, earning a small smile from the sadistic blonde. Ken, however, tried to shrink back into the wall- --an impossible feat even for one who is not chained to said wall.
The blonde eyed him for a moment, before very calming turning her attention back to her young teammate and asking, sweetly; "Tot-chan, do you mind... ? Yes, I think I'll take it from here. I'll be up later, and don't let Hel or Neu come down, dear. This one's all mine."
There was something all-too sickening about the look on her face. And--- once again---that same thought ran through Ken's mind; 'I'm going to die here, tonight.'
'And there's not a damn thing I can do to prevent it.'
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Schoen was laughing inside as Tot bounded up the atairs, singing a random ditty to her beloved Mr. Bunny. Something... about... lovers? Ah, she'd sort it out later. For now, the chained member of Weiss was her primary concern.
And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Catching him had been easy---really easy. Who'd have thought that Tot could've been such a good little spy and followed him back to his home? And then to the soccer fields, where he'd announced the practice in Domino?
It was almost too easy. Just be there, stay hidden, and wait. They hadn't actually been planning on getting him in the house---that had only worked out to be their advantage. Actually, they'd been planning on waiting till the children left to take him---no witnesses then. But this was okay, too-- -Neu had gone down to the children and told them that their coach (blasted if any of them were on a first-name basis!) had recieved a nasty cut on his leg and bumped his head. So nasty, really, that a doctor was coming. And Hel drove around the block, walking over to Neu in her lab coat, playing the perfect doctor role.
The children were too naïve to suspect a thing.
They wished Ken good-bye (not realizing that he was unconscious or being kidnapped), and went on home.
It was really something, how thick a child could be. Tot, at age six, probably would've noticed something off, but did those children?
Schoen wasn't one for prayer, but for once, she praised the good Lord (Lords?) for the children's being too stupid to ask any questions.
The sudden sound of metal grinding on stone brought her away from her short- lived memory, though she could tell that the Weiss member had taken her silence as some sort of new torture technique.
"You seem stuck, Weiss," she commented at last, not able to stop herself from smirking at him as though he were, indeed, a slave to her queen. "Pity."
He sneered. "Not from you."
She glared. "What was that?"
He looked up at her, cold determination in his eyes. "I said, 'not from you.' You wouldn't be capable of pity if it bit you."
Schoen said nothing, and merely walked closer to her captive brunette. She heard him scrunch back even further against the wall, and it made her laugh.
"What's wrong, Weiss? Afraid much? You weren't so afraid of me when you did this to me!" Her tone changed suddenly, from mocking to pure hatred. Her hand covered the scars---barely visible underneath her makeup---but still apparent.
Ken's eyes widened. She hadn't forgotten that. And she was going to make sure he never did as well.
"I'll make sure you regret the day you met me," she hissed, seemingly whipping her whip out of nowhere. She clenched it tightly between her hands, face darkening quickly. "If you live that long, anyway."
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TBC~
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A/N: O________o
When did I decide that this should be a chapter story and not a oneshot? I *like* oneshots! The closure! But... this seems to want to be a chapter fic... dammit!
Ah well.
Expect no regular updation. And review, dammit, or I'll, uh... send my minions after you! Like they'll listen, but still!
---Gangsta Videl