Title: Blood-Stained Angel
Author/pseudonym: NemKess
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: none here, future Ran/Omi, Schuldig/Farfello
Rating: R
Status: WIP
E-mail address for feedback:: nemsmuses@msn.com

Disclaimers: Weiss belong to me? I could only wish. Nope, not mine.


Notes: The fic 'A Name' is not a necessary read for this fic to make sense, but it does give background to some things. I'd recommend checking it out first. Regardless, this fic disregards anything canon that might have happened after the first 25 episodes. That's all I own and have seen, that's all that's being included as background info here.

Summary: When Weiss is disbanded, the vigilantes go back to living their normal lives. The problem is that one of them never had a normal life to begin with.
Warnings: eventual shonen ai. violence. possible OOCness.

For so long Darkness has been my home
Born of light
Lost
Alone
Saved
Sinned
Saved again
Only to be lost to the Darkness in the end.

~*~*~

The life of an assassin wasn't an easy one. Even when you dressed it up in pretty ideals and called it justice.

It was a dirty business, killing for money. Even if the victims were the most evil dredges of society.

So it wasn't too surprising when the members of the vigilante team known as Weiss started to crack under the strain- and stain- of their chosen occupation.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The red haired woman asked her companion.

He shrugged and continued to stare out over the sea. There were few things that had ever given him true peace, but the sea had never failed him before. "It has to be done. Weiss is destroying them."

Manx sighed and leaned back against the rail, staring in the opposite direction towards the city lights. The sea only made her feel nauseous and she'd never understood his fascination with it. "Weiss is a part of them. What will they do in the real world now, with their hands so bloodstained?"

The wind ruffled his hair and he smiled faintly. "They can do whatever they want to do, Manx. I think Kritiker owes them a healthy retirement bonus, don't you?" he paused long enough for her to nod before continuing. "I imagine that the Fujimiya's will get reacquainted, perhaps take over the flower shop or start their own elsewhere. Kudou will probably go back to being a detective or a P.I. and Hidaka will take that coaching position at the middle school that he keeps turning down."

She sighed and bumped his shoulder as she reminded him of the one he'd missed. "And Tsukiyono?"

"We both know that Tsukiyono Omi only ever existed for five people and on paper. With one of those people dead and three others as good as for him, I don't think he'll be necessary anymore."

"Bombay, then?"

"Kritiker needs to be rebuilt. All of us remaining will see to that task before we think any further. That includes Bombay."

"I don't like it," she complained. Kritiker did need to be rebuilt. It was hardly a time to be retiring three of the very few assets they had left. What would Shuichi say?

With another sigh, she stared up at the night sky and had to concede that with his brother Raiji dead, Shuichi probably wouldn't have cared one way or the other. His vengeance had been had and he was in the after life with his beloved now. And the young man at her side was the one in charge.

The expression on his face as he turned around was one of sympathy and determination. "We don't have to like it, we just have to do it." He handed over four envelopes. "Disband the group tomorrow. Make it sound good. If they realize that this is being done for their own good, they'll resist. Better if they think Kritiker is too far gone to be brought back. It isn't so far from the truth anyways."

Taking the packets, she clasped his shoulder for a moment before walking away. She did call one last bit of advice over her shoulder though. "Don't stay out here too long. The last thing we need is for the new boss to get sick."

He chuckled softly and waved her off before turning back to the sea.

Weiss would not be allowed to self-destruct. Not when it could be dismantled and it's parts salvaged. Only Bombay was too far gone to be saved. The others could live normal lives if they were pushed into it.

They'd done it before.

Only the resurfacing of their enemies had brought them back.

This time would be different.

This time Kritiker would keep watch from a distance and protect the men that it had damaged in it's quest for justice.

The young man on the wharf would see to it personally.