Truth & Consequences
A/N: I like bleeding hearts. They amuse me. I also like mocking the subtitles on episode twenty-one (21). If this confuses you... read on, dear friend, read on. XD
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I *really* own this.... :P
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Truth & Consequences
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Miles away, at a small flower shop in the Tokyo district, three men were slaving away in front of dozens of young teenage girls. The girls were enjoying it, though the men were not. Then again, one of them was missing-- -never a fun time then.
The fourth male employee, Hidaka Ken, had never returned home from soccer practice. He'd run off before---almost left to Australia that one time--- so it wasn't that unusual.
Still...
There were elements involved that made it unusual.
Like the fangirls. Saying that they saw a pretty girl with weird, blue hair, and a pink rabbit.
It shouldn't have been possible.
It shouldn't've happened.
But it had.
Ken was missing---and the Schreient knew where they were...
Nothing---no one---was safe.
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"So, he's Ken, huh?" Neu snickered, genuinely pleased at the information Schoen had managed to extract from her newest victim.
The blonde smiled victoriously. He was still alive, and little worse for wear---a few scars, maybe, but that wouldn't matter once he was dead. And he would die. She was going to make sure of that.
It was a lucky break that had caught the two women alone for once. Tot was... Tot was out being Tot, most likely prancing about outside in her ever-too-cheerful mood. She'd come in later, when she was hungry. As for Hel, well, their oh-so-busy leader had insisted upon finishing one of Masafumi's old experiments---alone. And that was that.
Not that Schoen minded. It only gave her more time to contemplate what to do to her young captive. And Neu was excellent company in thinking up horrendous things to do to him---and excellent company in general.
The two of them had spent the better half of the last hour mocking Ken, and Neu found it especially odd that his name was so. Schoen didn't see the humor in it---though, if Neu had her way, that wouldn't last much longer.
"So," the woman said, casting an unreadable look (as always) at Schoen. "Plan on being his Barbie, do you?"
Schoen's face went positively red. "What?!"
"You heard me," Neu replied, still smirking. "You want to be his little dress up doll, don't you?"
Schoen was at her feet in an instant, nearly overcome with rage. The small table that had been sitting in between the two women had been flipped in the process, knocking a lamp and several coffee cups to the floor with a shatter.
Never a good sign, the breaking of china.
"I really despise you sometimes, Neu," Schoen hissed, letting the matter drop... for once. "If you need me, I think I'll be vis---"
"SCHOOOO~EN!"
The blonde spun around as Tot ran into the room, tears in the corners of her eyes. The girl was dirty, and her skirt was torn, but other than that, she seemed quite fine, but still...
"Tot!' Schoen shrieked, forgetting Neu and scurrying over to the young girl. "Tot, are you all right? You're filthy! What happened?"
The girl shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She hiccupped a few times, and Schoen saw more than a few swellings on her arms, and several on her legs, caked with mud.
Which meant one of two things. Either Tot had been bitten by a good thousand spiders, or...
"Hornets," Neu muttered, moving closer to the other two Schreient members. "You hit a nest, Tot?"
The young girl shrugged. "I dunno.... but it hurts!"
"Of course it does," Schoen muttered below her breath. "She was stung, not tickled... "
Neu cast her a dark look, which Schoen ignored. Even if they were both upset and nervous about Tot's current disposition, that wasn't going to change the fact that Schoen still wanted to smack the younger woman silly.
Actually, that was starting to sound like a really good idea...
"... Schoen?" Tot asked very quietly, and the blonde glanced up at her. "W-will you g-get H-Hel to h-help?"
A thin, quick frown marred Schoen's features. She was in no mood to go and beg Hel for anything---even the thought of looking for the repective leader was one that made her shudder in anger. But Tot was so hurt, and scared... but seeing Hel...
Schoen weighed them over in her mind. Finally deciding that taking her anger out on Ken would be the best option, she sighed---loudly---and moved for the stairs.
"I'll be back once I find Hel. Don't do anything stupid."
And with that... she left. Leaving behind a sniffling teen and a scowling martial artist.
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When Schoen found Hel, she was actually sort of wishing she hadn't. The darker-haired woman was carrying a first aid kit, which Schoen knew couldn't be for Tot---there was simply no way she'd have heard about it by now.
Which could only mean one thing, of course.
"Hel."
The dark-haired woman snapped her head up to face a nearly-steaming Schoen. "Yes?" she asked, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. She didn't really have the time to argue with Schoen again---and if someone didn't clean up the prisoner, he'd probably end up with some sort of infection, and wouldn't that just make for a charming hostage.
Lovely...
"Whatever it is, Schoen---" Hel began, but the cold tone of the blonde's voice cut her off.
"It's Tot---she's been stung by hornets or bees or something, and she wants you to help her."
Hel's eyes widened and she very nearly dropped the kit. "Say what?!" she yelped, and Schoen nodded.
"You heard me---she hit a nest, and she's covered in stings. And she wants your help, not mine." Frowning, the ex-model reached out and tapped the kit with one of her fngernails. "You might want to get moving," she added, a bit too sweetly. "Tot's in pain, Hel, darling."
Her last words struck a chord that not even Hel could ignore.
"Tot... " she muttered, and shook her head to clear her mind. "Where is she?"
"With Neu," Schoen replied, leaning up against the wall. "Out in the tea room, or whatever you call it." After two years, she still didn't know the name of the room? Pathetic. "It doesn't look so good, though, you might want to hurry."
Hel, however, was not ready to move just yet---though there was that small voice in the back of her mind yelling at her to make a run for it.
"Schoen," she said quietly, "you'll need to take care of our 'visitor'. And that does not mean---" she added quickly, sending the blonde a direct glare "---that you can kill him off just yet. We still need him alive, you know."
"I know," Schoen replied innocently as Hel---still carrying the first aid kit---walked past her down the short hallway. "Believe me; I know."
And Hel left, silently; and Schoen smiled to herself. Oh, did she know--- and soon the boy would know, too....
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Ken had actually been dozing when she crept downstairs. How cute---in that little puppy in a basket sort of way. And that---in Schoen's not-so very humble opinion---was almost cute. Or maybe it was the fact that his arms were chained above his head and he was drooling on his own chest that made it amusing.
But it wouldn't do for him to sleep through it all! He'd have to wake up.
Grinning coldly, the woman stepped closer and stabbed the heel of her shoe into his abdomen, causing him to awaken, choking.
Now that was cute!
"Good morning, Ken," she said calmly, giving him another shove with her foot before removing it from his personage. "Have a nice sleep?"
The brunette was too busy choking on his own saliva to answer---another highly amusing sight. My, he really was full of those today, now, wasn't he?
Without waiting for him to catch his breath or even begin to rcover from the sudden stab of pain that awoke him (no pun intended), Schoen sighed and yawned, purposefully stretching out slowly. The more he could see, the more fun it could all turn out to be in the end.
And it would be fun in the end.
"Ohh, you look like you're hurt," the blonde mocked, pursing her lips and shaking her head sadly. If it wasn't for the nastily evil look in her eye, she might've actually looked concerned for his well-being. "Poor thing--- you really must take better care of yourself, you know."
"Oh, just shut up already!" Ken hollered, and Schoen's eye twitched dangerously.
"What did you say?" she hissed, and the brunette glared at her.
"I said, 'shut up'!" the teen repeated, anger rising. Being shackled in a dungeon-like room did that to a person after awhile---unable to keep his rage in control, he took it out on the first person he saw. Unfortunately for Ken, it was also the woman who wanted him to die---and he was giving her enough fuel to actually go through with it.
"You're an egomaniac! A horrible blonde wench who couldn't determine the sheer velo---"
His rant was cut-off by a very angry woman and her hand, slapping his face.
The coldness in Schoen's eyes seemed to have multiplied tenfold. Probably-- -no, definitely---even more than that. Words could not begin to describe how angry she looked, from her burning glare to her shaking hands.
The woman was pissed.
Slowly---very slowly---Schoen stepped closer to the darker-haired assassin, in a visible attempt to remain calm. She was far from calm, however, though her voice did not betray that.
It was sometime then that Ken realized just how big a mistake he'd made. For not only had he angered his captor---the one woman out of the four who was ready to strike him dead---but an armed captor.
... damn.
The woman slapped him again---harder this time. So much so that his neck cracked and he winced in pain. He couldn't take much more of that, and she had to know it... because seconds later, she was standing tall again, her whip in her hands.
She lashed out in an instant, and this time, Ken could not keep himself from shouting out in pain. Blood began to flow freely from the wound--- inches above his right eye---and his vision was immediately obscured.
Too bad that wasn't all.
The blonde lashed out again and again, each new attack bearing even more bloody wounds. His chest was hit hard, having no shirt to act as protection there. His arms, too, and his face as well. It only took a few minutes for the woman to cover him in blood and scar him far beyond recognition. It was only the continuous onslaught of pain that was keeping him conscious at this point... and Ken actually found himself wishing she'd be off on her aim and just kill him.
Right, like that would happen.
Schoen was definitely the best in her field. She wasn't going to mess up and kill him so easily---no---she'd much rather savor every minute of sweet torture she could lavish on him.
The woman let out a huff and straightened, giving her whip a slight tug. She took a deep breath to calm down before surveying the damages.
Blood was trickling into one of his eyes, and he was breathing quite harshly. His arms and legs were ripped up and oozing, as was his chest. Dark bruises cover his entire front half, including one in the shape of a shoe on his abdomen. He was glaring at her out of his one good eye, though, even as his body continued to shake from the stress.
Schoen smirked. He was better looking when he was covered in blood, especially his own. Oh, and he looked like he was in pain... and he looked so tired!
Schoen laughed. He'd have been better off passing out... The longer he stayed awake, the longer she was going to hit him.
Smiling down at her prey, Schoen knelt down in front of him. He looked at her with his one good eye, probably trying to figure out what she was going to die... Ha! Like he'd ever be able to read her movements.
"You know, Ken," she muttered softly, "for one of the Weiss, you seem awfully foolish. Then again, I suppose you're all fools, aren't you? For ever daring to come in between us and Masafumi!"
The brunette grunted, though Schoen couldn't tell if it was from pain or annoyance. Though she was secretly hoping it was a mixture of both---more reason to hit him later.
"Not going to talk, hmm? Smart move, Weiss," the blonde commented airily, glancing down at her hands and fingernails. The polish she'd put on so hastily last night was beginning to peel---damn! She'd have to put on another coat after she was finished here.
"That's probably the smartest move you've ever made... "
Ken stayed silent. The blonde smirked.
"I can make you talk," she whispered, lifting her right hand and tracing along his jawline with one finger, laughing as he clenched his jaw. Such a silly, silly boy... she'd have to fix that.
He was expecting something quite different from what he'd get, she thought with a smile. The boy obviously thought she was going to try and hit on him... as if she would ever do such a thing!
"You, little boy," Schoen hissed suddenly, prodding her finger into one of Ken's brand-new bruises (and causing him to howl in pain), "need to learn your place in this world."
And with that said, the blonde left the teen to contemplate his role in the strange, mixed-up thing we dare call 'life' and went to see how Tot was faring.
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Tsukiyono Omi was, in a way, a very average teenaged boy. He went to school, he had a job, even thought he was in love once. But at the same time, he was also very far from ordinary---he was an orphan who'd been taught to kill, was an assassin and had been somewhat involved with his own sister.
Definitely far from ordinary.
Right now, though, he was in a tight spot. Ken---one of co-workers and close friends---was missing, and presumed either dead or kidnapped. Neither of which were good, and neither of which he could recieve aid in fixing.
Omi gave a loud sigh and looked down at the plant he was supposed to be pruning. Bleeding hearts---how sadly appropriate.
He never had liked those pesky little pink flowers---sure, they were nice enough to look at, but their name! It was a really depressing name, which really turned him off from those blossoms, and anyway---hadn't Ouka hated them, too?
Omi froze, the shears he'd been using accidentally cutting off a sprig of the flowers. It was painful to remember that she'd died because of him--- and that, just maybe, if he'd been fast enough... she'd still be alive.
The blonde shook his head, trying to get his mind of the dark-haired girl. Not that it worked any---she was dead, and it was all his fault. And now Ken-kun had been kidnapped... and that was probably somehow his fault as well...
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To say that Hel was displeased about viewing Ken's current state was to put it mildly. Then again, when dealing with her teammates, she often did take things mildly. Only in order to keep them in line, of course, but there were always exceptions.
Like now, for instance.
She was currently pacing back and forth behind her desk, trying to stay calm as Schoen sat in front of the desk, waiting. The model didn't look too upset over the situation either, which only proved to anger Hel even more.
She was going to get through to Schoen, and she was going to do so now.
"Do you realize that by acting as brashly as you did," Hel began, ceasing her forward motion and pointing an accusing finger at Schoen's face, "that you have jeopardized our entire plan?!"
Schoen made a face. "He deserved it, though."
"Maybe," Hel continued, "but that's no excuse! You knew very well that he needed to stay alive and healthy, and you still continued on with your own selfish reasons for---"
"My reasons are not selfish!" Schoen yelled, jumping to her feet and slamming a fist on Hel's desk. "You know what he did to me and Masafumi, and---"
"---and I specifically told you that---"
"---and it was nothing permanent, I don't see why---"
"Precisely!" Hel snapped, and Schoen glowered at her. "You don't see the point, do you? You don't get the picture?!"
Hel took a deep breath before closing her eyes and dropping to her chair. She'd finally had enough, and there was no way she was taking this anymore.
"Schoen?"
The blonde looked over at her smartly. "Yes, Aoi?"
Hel tented her fingers and sent Schoen a very cold glance. "As of right now, Karen, you are on probation. That is all."
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A/N: It is at this point that I would like to point out that the subtitles in episode twenty-one are SO my inspiration. Yanno, the part where Schoen tells Neu to kill Yohji and Ken comes flying in through the window with his claws ready and yells: "I will date with you!"
...
Oh yeah, now *THERE'S* the funny... XD
Probation, eh... ? And you know it doesn't mean booze... I wonder, how do you think this is going to end up? I know... but do you? XD
And lookit, CD---Ken beating! ^^ And Misura, you're turning into a sadist- --tsk, tsk, woman, that's my job! Although I think Ken might need a larger ration of hope than he's got right now.... o_O
I love me.... XD
---Gangsta Videl
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A/N: I like bleeding hearts. They amuse me. I also like mocking the subtitles on episode twenty-one (21). If this confuses you... read on, dear friend, read on. XD
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I *really* own this.... :P
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Truth & Consequences
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Miles away, at a small flower shop in the Tokyo district, three men were slaving away in front of dozens of young teenage girls. The girls were enjoying it, though the men were not. Then again, one of them was missing-- -never a fun time then.
The fourth male employee, Hidaka Ken, had never returned home from soccer practice. He'd run off before---almost left to Australia that one time--- so it wasn't that unusual.
Still...
There were elements involved that made it unusual.
Like the fangirls. Saying that they saw a pretty girl with weird, blue hair, and a pink rabbit.
It shouldn't have been possible.
It shouldn't've happened.
But it had.
Ken was missing---and the Schreient knew where they were...
Nothing---no one---was safe.
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"So, he's Ken, huh?" Neu snickered, genuinely pleased at the information Schoen had managed to extract from her newest victim.
The blonde smiled victoriously. He was still alive, and little worse for wear---a few scars, maybe, but that wouldn't matter once he was dead. And he would die. She was going to make sure of that.
It was a lucky break that had caught the two women alone for once. Tot was... Tot was out being Tot, most likely prancing about outside in her ever-too-cheerful mood. She'd come in later, when she was hungry. As for Hel, well, their oh-so-busy leader had insisted upon finishing one of Masafumi's old experiments---alone. And that was that.
Not that Schoen minded. It only gave her more time to contemplate what to do to her young captive. And Neu was excellent company in thinking up horrendous things to do to him---and excellent company in general.
The two of them had spent the better half of the last hour mocking Ken, and Neu found it especially odd that his name was so. Schoen didn't see the humor in it---though, if Neu had her way, that wouldn't last much longer.
"So," the woman said, casting an unreadable look (as always) at Schoen. "Plan on being his Barbie, do you?"
Schoen's face went positively red. "What?!"
"You heard me," Neu replied, still smirking. "You want to be his little dress up doll, don't you?"
Schoen was at her feet in an instant, nearly overcome with rage. The small table that had been sitting in between the two women had been flipped in the process, knocking a lamp and several coffee cups to the floor with a shatter.
Never a good sign, the breaking of china.
"I really despise you sometimes, Neu," Schoen hissed, letting the matter drop... for once. "If you need me, I think I'll be vis---"
"SCHOOOO~EN!"
The blonde spun around as Tot ran into the room, tears in the corners of her eyes. The girl was dirty, and her skirt was torn, but other than that, she seemed quite fine, but still...
"Tot!' Schoen shrieked, forgetting Neu and scurrying over to the young girl. "Tot, are you all right? You're filthy! What happened?"
The girl shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She hiccupped a few times, and Schoen saw more than a few swellings on her arms, and several on her legs, caked with mud.
Which meant one of two things. Either Tot had been bitten by a good thousand spiders, or...
"Hornets," Neu muttered, moving closer to the other two Schreient members. "You hit a nest, Tot?"
The young girl shrugged. "I dunno.... but it hurts!"
"Of course it does," Schoen muttered below her breath. "She was stung, not tickled... "
Neu cast her a dark look, which Schoen ignored. Even if they were both upset and nervous about Tot's current disposition, that wasn't going to change the fact that Schoen still wanted to smack the younger woman silly.
Actually, that was starting to sound like a really good idea...
"... Schoen?" Tot asked very quietly, and the blonde glanced up at her. "W-will you g-get H-Hel to h-help?"
A thin, quick frown marred Schoen's features. She was in no mood to go and beg Hel for anything---even the thought of looking for the repective leader was one that made her shudder in anger. But Tot was so hurt, and scared... but seeing Hel...
Schoen weighed them over in her mind. Finally deciding that taking her anger out on Ken would be the best option, she sighed---loudly---and moved for the stairs.
"I'll be back once I find Hel. Don't do anything stupid."
And with that... she left. Leaving behind a sniffling teen and a scowling martial artist.
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When Schoen found Hel, she was actually sort of wishing she hadn't. The darker-haired woman was carrying a first aid kit, which Schoen knew couldn't be for Tot---there was simply no way she'd have heard about it by now.
Which could only mean one thing, of course.
"Hel."
The dark-haired woman snapped her head up to face a nearly-steaming Schoen. "Yes?" she asked, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. She didn't really have the time to argue with Schoen again---and if someone didn't clean up the prisoner, he'd probably end up with some sort of infection, and wouldn't that just make for a charming hostage.
Lovely...
"Whatever it is, Schoen---" Hel began, but the cold tone of the blonde's voice cut her off.
"It's Tot---she's been stung by hornets or bees or something, and she wants you to help her."
Hel's eyes widened and she very nearly dropped the kit. "Say what?!" she yelped, and Schoen nodded.
"You heard me---she hit a nest, and she's covered in stings. And she wants your help, not mine." Frowning, the ex-model reached out and tapped the kit with one of her fngernails. "You might want to get moving," she added, a bit too sweetly. "Tot's in pain, Hel, darling."
Her last words struck a chord that not even Hel could ignore.
"Tot... " she muttered, and shook her head to clear her mind. "Where is she?"
"With Neu," Schoen replied, leaning up against the wall. "Out in the tea room, or whatever you call it." After two years, she still didn't know the name of the room? Pathetic. "It doesn't look so good, though, you might want to hurry."
Hel, however, was not ready to move just yet---though there was that small voice in the back of her mind yelling at her to make a run for it.
"Schoen," she said quietly, "you'll need to take care of our 'visitor'. And that does not mean---" she added quickly, sending the blonde a direct glare "---that you can kill him off just yet. We still need him alive, you know."
"I know," Schoen replied innocently as Hel---still carrying the first aid kit---walked past her down the short hallway. "Believe me; I know."
And Hel left, silently; and Schoen smiled to herself. Oh, did she know--- and soon the boy would know, too....
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Ken had actually been dozing when she crept downstairs. How cute---in that little puppy in a basket sort of way. And that---in Schoen's not-so very humble opinion---was almost cute. Or maybe it was the fact that his arms were chained above his head and he was drooling on his own chest that made it amusing.
But it wouldn't do for him to sleep through it all! He'd have to wake up.
Grinning coldly, the woman stepped closer and stabbed the heel of her shoe into his abdomen, causing him to awaken, choking.
Now that was cute!
"Good morning, Ken," she said calmly, giving him another shove with her foot before removing it from his personage. "Have a nice sleep?"
The brunette was too busy choking on his own saliva to answer---another highly amusing sight. My, he really was full of those today, now, wasn't he?
Without waiting for him to catch his breath or even begin to rcover from the sudden stab of pain that awoke him (no pun intended), Schoen sighed and yawned, purposefully stretching out slowly. The more he could see, the more fun it could all turn out to be in the end.
And it would be fun in the end.
"Ohh, you look like you're hurt," the blonde mocked, pursing her lips and shaking her head sadly. If it wasn't for the nastily evil look in her eye, she might've actually looked concerned for his well-being. "Poor thing--- you really must take better care of yourself, you know."
"Oh, just shut up already!" Ken hollered, and Schoen's eye twitched dangerously.
"What did you say?" she hissed, and the brunette glared at her.
"I said, 'shut up'!" the teen repeated, anger rising. Being shackled in a dungeon-like room did that to a person after awhile---unable to keep his rage in control, he took it out on the first person he saw. Unfortunately for Ken, it was also the woman who wanted him to die---and he was giving her enough fuel to actually go through with it.
"You're an egomaniac! A horrible blonde wench who couldn't determine the sheer velo---"
His rant was cut-off by a very angry woman and her hand, slapping his face.
The coldness in Schoen's eyes seemed to have multiplied tenfold. Probably-- -no, definitely---even more than that. Words could not begin to describe how angry she looked, from her burning glare to her shaking hands.
The woman was pissed.
Slowly---very slowly---Schoen stepped closer to the darker-haired assassin, in a visible attempt to remain calm. She was far from calm, however, though her voice did not betray that.
It was sometime then that Ken realized just how big a mistake he'd made. For not only had he angered his captor---the one woman out of the four who was ready to strike him dead---but an armed captor.
... damn.
The woman slapped him again---harder this time. So much so that his neck cracked and he winced in pain. He couldn't take much more of that, and she had to know it... because seconds later, she was standing tall again, her whip in her hands.
She lashed out in an instant, and this time, Ken could not keep himself from shouting out in pain. Blood began to flow freely from the wound--- inches above his right eye---and his vision was immediately obscured.
Too bad that wasn't all.
The blonde lashed out again and again, each new attack bearing even more bloody wounds. His chest was hit hard, having no shirt to act as protection there. His arms, too, and his face as well. It only took a few minutes for the woman to cover him in blood and scar him far beyond recognition. It was only the continuous onslaught of pain that was keeping him conscious at this point... and Ken actually found himself wishing she'd be off on her aim and just kill him.
Right, like that would happen.
Schoen was definitely the best in her field. She wasn't going to mess up and kill him so easily---no---she'd much rather savor every minute of sweet torture she could lavish on him.
The woman let out a huff and straightened, giving her whip a slight tug. She took a deep breath to calm down before surveying the damages.
Blood was trickling into one of his eyes, and he was breathing quite harshly. His arms and legs were ripped up and oozing, as was his chest. Dark bruises cover his entire front half, including one in the shape of a shoe on his abdomen. He was glaring at her out of his one good eye, though, even as his body continued to shake from the stress.
Schoen smirked. He was better looking when he was covered in blood, especially his own. Oh, and he looked like he was in pain... and he looked so tired!
Schoen laughed. He'd have been better off passing out... The longer he stayed awake, the longer she was going to hit him.
Smiling down at her prey, Schoen knelt down in front of him. He looked at her with his one good eye, probably trying to figure out what she was going to die... Ha! Like he'd ever be able to read her movements.
"You know, Ken," she muttered softly, "for one of the Weiss, you seem awfully foolish. Then again, I suppose you're all fools, aren't you? For ever daring to come in between us and Masafumi!"
The brunette grunted, though Schoen couldn't tell if it was from pain or annoyance. Though she was secretly hoping it was a mixture of both---more reason to hit him later.
"Not going to talk, hmm? Smart move, Weiss," the blonde commented airily, glancing down at her hands and fingernails. The polish she'd put on so hastily last night was beginning to peel---damn! She'd have to put on another coat after she was finished here.
"That's probably the smartest move you've ever made... "
Ken stayed silent. The blonde smirked.
"I can make you talk," she whispered, lifting her right hand and tracing along his jawline with one finger, laughing as he clenched his jaw. Such a silly, silly boy... she'd have to fix that.
He was expecting something quite different from what he'd get, she thought with a smile. The boy obviously thought she was going to try and hit on him... as if she would ever do such a thing!
"You, little boy," Schoen hissed suddenly, prodding her finger into one of Ken's brand-new bruises (and causing him to howl in pain), "need to learn your place in this world."
And with that said, the blonde left the teen to contemplate his role in the strange, mixed-up thing we dare call 'life' and went to see how Tot was faring.
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Tsukiyono Omi was, in a way, a very average teenaged boy. He went to school, he had a job, even thought he was in love once. But at the same time, he was also very far from ordinary---he was an orphan who'd been taught to kill, was an assassin and had been somewhat involved with his own sister.
Definitely far from ordinary.
Right now, though, he was in a tight spot. Ken---one of co-workers and close friends---was missing, and presumed either dead or kidnapped. Neither of which were good, and neither of which he could recieve aid in fixing.
Omi gave a loud sigh and looked down at the plant he was supposed to be pruning. Bleeding hearts---how sadly appropriate.
He never had liked those pesky little pink flowers---sure, they were nice enough to look at, but their name! It was a really depressing name, which really turned him off from those blossoms, and anyway---hadn't Ouka hated them, too?
Omi froze, the shears he'd been using accidentally cutting off a sprig of the flowers. It was painful to remember that she'd died because of him--- and that, just maybe, if he'd been fast enough... she'd still be alive.
The blonde shook his head, trying to get his mind of the dark-haired girl. Not that it worked any---she was dead, and it was all his fault. And now Ken-kun had been kidnapped... and that was probably somehow his fault as well...
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To say that Hel was displeased about viewing Ken's current state was to put it mildly. Then again, when dealing with her teammates, she often did take things mildly. Only in order to keep them in line, of course, but there were always exceptions.
Like now, for instance.
She was currently pacing back and forth behind her desk, trying to stay calm as Schoen sat in front of the desk, waiting. The model didn't look too upset over the situation either, which only proved to anger Hel even more.
She was going to get through to Schoen, and she was going to do so now.
"Do you realize that by acting as brashly as you did," Hel began, ceasing her forward motion and pointing an accusing finger at Schoen's face, "that you have jeopardized our entire plan?!"
Schoen made a face. "He deserved it, though."
"Maybe," Hel continued, "but that's no excuse! You knew very well that he needed to stay alive and healthy, and you still continued on with your own selfish reasons for---"
"My reasons are not selfish!" Schoen yelled, jumping to her feet and slamming a fist on Hel's desk. "You know what he did to me and Masafumi, and---"
"---and I specifically told you that---"
"---and it was nothing permanent, I don't see why---"
"Precisely!" Hel snapped, and Schoen glowered at her. "You don't see the point, do you? You don't get the picture?!"
Hel took a deep breath before closing her eyes and dropping to her chair. She'd finally had enough, and there was no way she was taking this anymore.
"Schoen?"
The blonde looked over at her smartly. "Yes, Aoi?"
Hel tented her fingers and sent Schoen a very cold glance. "As of right now, Karen, you are on probation. That is all."
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A/N: It is at this point that I would like to point out that the subtitles in episode twenty-one are SO my inspiration. Yanno, the part where Schoen tells Neu to kill Yohji and Ken comes flying in through the window with his claws ready and yells: "I will date with you!"
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Oh yeah, now *THERE'S* the funny... XD
Probation, eh... ? And you know it doesn't mean booze... I wonder, how do you think this is going to end up? I know... but do you? XD
And lookit, CD---Ken beating! ^^ And Misura, you're turning into a sadist- --tsk, tsk, woman, that's my job! Although I think Ken might need a larger ration of hope than he's got right now.... o_O
I love me.... XD
---Gangsta Videl
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