Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz. I do however own a modest sized
band of attack pygmies that will gruesomely murder anyone that doesn't
review. Believe me, you have not seen gore until you have seen one of
those little suckers at work.
Thanks to all of my reviewers (I think I'm up to 5, HAPPY)
Not funny is really not my forte, but I like this story. I'm working on a lighter piece too though, probably a prequel to Art of Seduction.
Review, the pygmies are watching you.
Chapter 3 Accidental Discovery
ONE YEAR LATER
Ken was happy. Very very happy. For a little over a year he had a visitor in his bed 5 or 6 nights a week. Often they would do the dirty, but not always. Sometimes they would watch a movie, or stay up late talking (granted there generally was a little bit of the dirty on those nights too.) It was especially nice to come home after a difficult mission and find his little bed warmer fast asleep, waiting for him. On those nights Ken didn't want to be alone.
Of course, he hadn't told Omi about the missions, but then, Omi never asked. Just like Ken never asked why he couldn't see Omi by the light of day. He had half a mind to ask Omi if he was a vampire (before you get all excited, he's not).
Omi usually came about 9:30. Sometimes they would have dinner or do something with Yoji and Aya, but not often. Though Yoji had warmed up to the boy when he realized he was sticking around, Omi still didn't seem to trust him. And Aya really isn't all that much fun when Yoji isn't around to annoy him. Sooner or later they would find themselves up in Ken's apartment where they would entertain themselves for the remainder of the evening, and then fall asleep in each others arms around one in the morning. The problem was, Omi was always gone in the morning. No matter how early Ken woke up, he did it to an empty bed. Always with a fresh freesia on Omi's cold pillow.
What was worse was Omi wouldn't tell Ken where he had to be so early, or if he had to be anywhere. They had been together a year and Ken had no idea what his lover did for a living.
Whatever it was it paid really well.
Ken wouldn't think of that now. Omi loved him, he was sure of it. And after tying up a few loose ends, he was going to get out of Weiss so he and Omi could go off somewhere and be happy. He hadn't shared this insight with Omi yet, but he was sure Omi would be thrilled. Well, almost sure. He wasn't really sure at all; he was down right terrified that Omi would say no.
But before he could do that he had to help finish putting the Takatoris out of commission. Which was why he was here outside of Masafumi Takatori's estate in the middle of the night. They had finally gotten to the point of eliminating the actual Takatori clan. They should all be gone within a month or so, and then Ken would ask Omi to come with him.
Ken was almost looking forward to a mission for once.
***
Mamoru was awakened from a much needed nap (He didn't get much sleep these days) by a very persistent Oka who was saying something about Nagi being downstairs.
Swartz was a royal pain in Mamoru's multi-million dollar ass. (Schreient was annoying as all hell, but that was because they all thought Mamoru was adorable) Mamoru did not trust Crawford at all and Farfarello was just plain creepy. Schu liked to amuse himself by going through Mamoru's most recent memories of Ken and commenting on their technique and stamina, constantly giving pointers and offering Mamoru free lessons. And Nagi, well Nagi was okay if you don't mind a guy that has a perpetual stick up his ass. Why Nagi would be here now though baffled Mamoru.
Pulling on pair of blue jeans he lit a cigarette on the way down the stairs (Ken bought him that lighter. Awwwwwww, how cute). Nagi was sitting in the parlor (Mamoru didn't know why they called it that instead of the living room, Hiro said it had something to do with being rich and snobby) wearing his usual school uniform (what a dork).
"I need a favor." Mamoru slowly blew out a thin stream of smoke while he considered the boy in front of him. He really barely knew Nagi. They certainly weren't friend by any definition, and he was pretty sure that despite Nagi's calm exterior, he scared the hell out of the younger assassin. So whatever it was, it must be pretty damn important.
"What?"
"I need you to take me to Masafumi's home, there is no way a member of Swartz would be able to get past security without an escort." At Mamoru's skeptical look Nagi explained "I would like to speak with Tot."
Mamoru burst out laughing. Nagi had come to him for help to see his little girlfriend. He had to hand it to the kid, he had guts. Masafumi did not take kindly to other people playing with his toys. Still laughing, Mamoru headed in the direction of the garage and crooked a finger for Nagi to follow him. Tossing Nagi the extra helmet, he climbed onto his motorcycle and waited until Nagi was holding onto him before taking off, driving what could only possibly be described as like a bat out of hell being chased by demons. When they arrived outside of Masafumi's estate Nagi looked like he needed new nappies.
Leaving Nagi to his own devices, Mamoru set out in search of the kitchen.
Mamoru's lunch was interrupted by what sounded suspiciously like a full scale battle to the death going on upstairs in the lab. Carefully brushing the crumbs off his chin, he started walking casually upstairs to see what was going on.
Huh, it was a full-scale battle to the death. Sometimes it was a real bitch being right all the time. He quickly pulled one of the poison darts out of the lining of his bomber jacket and put it in his mouth as he climbed the chain that was conveniently strung from the wall next to Mamoru to the middle of the room (right above the monster) and dangled down a few feet over his head (wow that was convenient, it must have been leftover from the chandelier that used to be in the room that Masafumi had taken down but left the chain for some undisclosed reason. Maybe so Mamoru could save his house.)
When he got to the peak in the ceiling Mamoru took a second to assess the situation. The girls were scattered around the room, fighting various attackers. Hell was fighting a man that looked very familiar, though Mamoru couldn't see his face. Neu was attacking a man that looked a lot like Yoji. Wait a minute, that was Yoji. Looking back at the redhead fighting Hell he recognized Aya. But that meant. . . Mamoru scanned the room until his suspicions were confirmed. Fighting Tot and Chen was Ken.
Mamoru was about to scurry back up the chain and find someplace to hide until his lover left when the monster in the middle of the room picked Ken up by the leg and threw him against the wall like a rag doll (or a Ken doll, ha ha even in times of adversity Mamoru keeps his sharp wit). Without thinking, Mamoru wrapped his leg in the chain and dropped himself so he was eye-level with the big freaky thing (it was kind of a monkey- slash-octopus). The monktopus wrapped one of it's tentacles around Mamoru's torso, limiting the use of him arms. Rather then struggle, Mamoru maneuvered the dart in his mouth with his tongue until it was in the proper position to be shot and got the monktopus in the jugular.
While the monster succumbed to the poison of the dart, he barely managed to breath out "Ma. . . mo. . .ru" in a hurt, betrayed tone.
Masafumi. Mamoru had just killed his own brother. Not letting this knowledge sink in, he scrambled back up his makeshift vine and into the ceiling tiles before any of the others could see him. They had all been too distracted by their fighting to notice him, and he changed weapons so often there was no reason for the dart to put any suspicion on him.
Mamoru jumped on his motorcycle and raced home, leaving Nagi to his own devices. On the way he thought about what had just happened. It bothered him that he wasn't more upset about killing his own brother. I mean sure, Masafumi was a sadistic bastard that did experiments on innocent people and was a complete ass to Mamoru but. . . and we seem to have found the root of the problem.
Mamoru was actually more preoccupied with the discovery of Ken-kun's night job. Ken was Weiss. His father had told him about Weiss; it was there job to destroy him and everyone else in his family. But that really didn't bother Mamoru. His family was evil, he knew that. And if Ken killed people for his job, maybe he was a kindred spirit. It helped to know Ken- kun wouldn't hate him because he had killed people. Even if it made his affair more dangerous, Mamoru was glad. He could do without Reiji anyway. The only person who he liked in his family was Hirofu. . .
Hiro.
Whatever plans Weiss had, they most certainly involved Hiro being dead.
Shit.
Thanks to all of my reviewers (I think I'm up to 5, HAPPY)
Not funny is really not my forte, but I like this story. I'm working on a lighter piece too though, probably a prequel to Art of Seduction.
Review, the pygmies are watching you.
Chapter 3 Accidental Discovery
ONE YEAR LATER
Ken was happy. Very very happy. For a little over a year he had a visitor in his bed 5 or 6 nights a week. Often they would do the dirty, but not always. Sometimes they would watch a movie, or stay up late talking (granted there generally was a little bit of the dirty on those nights too.) It was especially nice to come home after a difficult mission and find his little bed warmer fast asleep, waiting for him. On those nights Ken didn't want to be alone.
Of course, he hadn't told Omi about the missions, but then, Omi never asked. Just like Ken never asked why he couldn't see Omi by the light of day. He had half a mind to ask Omi if he was a vampire (before you get all excited, he's not).
Omi usually came about 9:30. Sometimes they would have dinner or do something with Yoji and Aya, but not often. Though Yoji had warmed up to the boy when he realized he was sticking around, Omi still didn't seem to trust him. And Aya really isn't all that much fun when Yoji isn't around to annoy him. Sooner or later they would find themselves up in Ken's apartment where they would entertain themselves for the remainder of the evening, and then fall asleep in each others arms around one in the morning. The problem was, Omi was always gone in the morning. No matter how early Ken woke up, he did it to an empty bed. Always with a fresh freesia on Omi's cold pillow.
What was worse was Omi wouldn't tell Ken where he had to be so early, or if he had to be anywhere. They had been together a year and Ken had no idea what his lover did for a living.
Whatever it was it paid really well.
Ken wouldn't think of that now. Omi loved him, he was sure of it. And after tying up a few loose ends, he was going to get out of Weiss so he and Omi could go off somewhere and be happy. He hadn't shared this insight with Omi yet, but he was sure Omi would be thrilled. Well, almost sure. He wasn't really sure at all; he was down right terrified that Omi would say no.
But before he could do that he had to help finish putting the Takatoris out of commission. Which was why he was here outside of Masafumi Takatori's estate in the middle of the night. They had finally gotten to the point of eliminating the actual Takatori clan. They should all be gone within a month or so, and then Ken would ask Omi to come with him.
Ken was almost looking forward to a mission for once.
***
Mamoru was awakened from a much needed nap (He didn't get much sleep these days) by a very persistent Oka who was saying something about Nagi being downstairs.
Swartz was a royal pain in Mamoru's multi-million dollar ass. (Schreient was annoying as all hell, but that was because they all thought Mamoru was adorable) Mamoru did not trust Crawford at all and Farfarello was just plain creepy. Schu liked to amuse himself by going through Mamoru's most recent memories of Ken and commenting on their technique and stamina, constantly giving pointers and offering Mamoru free lessons. And Nagi, well Nagi was okay if you don't mind a guy that has a perpetual stick up his ass. Why Nagi would be here now though baffled Mamoru.
Pulling on pair of blue jeans he lit a cigarette on the way down the stairs (Ken bought him that lighter. Awwwwwww, how cute). Nagi was sitting in the parlor (Mamoru didn't know why they called it that instead of the living room, Hiro said it had something to do with being rich and snobby) wearing his usual school uniform (what a dork).
"I need a favor." Mamoru slowly blew out a thin stream of smoke while he considered the boy in front of him. He really barely knew Nagi. They certainly weren't friend by any definition, and he was pretty sure that despite Nagi's calm exterior, he scared the hell out of the younger assassin. So whatever it was, it must be pretty damn important.
"What?"
"I need you to take me to Masafumi's home, there is no way a member of Swartz would be able to get past security without an escort." At Mamoru's skeptical look Nagi explained "I would like to speak with Tot."
Mamoru burst out laughing. Nagi had come to him for help to see his little girlfriend. He had to hand it to the kid, he had guts. Masafumi did not take kindly to other people playing with his toys. Still laughing, Mamoru headed in the direction of the garage and crooked a finger for Nagi to follow him. Tossing Nagi the extra helmet, he climbed onto his motorcycle and waited until Nagi was holding onto him before taking off, driving what could only possibly be described as like a bat out of hell being chased by demons. When they arrived outside of Masafumi's estate Nagi looked like he needed new nappies.
Leaving Nagi to his own devices, Mamoru set out in search of the kitchen.
Mamoru's lunch was interrupted by what sounded suspiciously like a full scale battle to the death going on upstairs in the lab. Carefully brushing the crumbs off his chin, he started walking casually upstairs to see what was going on.
Huh, it was a full-scale battle to the death. Sometimes it was a real bitch being right all the time. He quickly pulled one of the poison darts out of the lining of his bomber jacket and put it in his mouth as he climbed the chain that was conveniently strung from the wall next to Mamoru to the middle of the room (right above the monster) and dangled down a few feet over his head (wow that was convenient, it must have been leftover from the chandelier that used to be in the room that Masafumi had taken down but left the chain for some undisclosed reason. Maybe so Mamoru could save his house.)
When he got to the peak in the ceiling Mamoru took a second to assess the situation. The girls were scattered around the room, fighting various attackers. Hell was fighting a man that looked very familiar, though Mamoru couldn't see his face. Neu was attacking a man that looked a lot like Yoji. Wait a minute, that was Yoji. Looking back at the redhead fighting Hell he recognized Aya. But that meant. . . Mamoru scanned the room until his suspicions were confirmed. Fighting Tot and Chen was Ken.
Mamoru was about to scurry back up the chain and find someplace to hide until his lover left when the monster in the middle of the room picked Ken up by the leg and threw him against the wall like a rag doll (or a Ken doll, ha ha even in times of adversity Mamoru keeps his sharp wit). Without thinking, Mamoru wrapped his leg in the chain and dropped himself so he was eye-level with the big freaky thing (it was kind of a monkey- slash-octopus). The monktopus wrapped one of it's tentacles around Mamoru's torso, limiting the use of him arms. Rather then struggle, Mamoru maneuvered the dart in his mouth with his tongue until it was in the proper position to be shot and got the monktopus in the jugular.
While the monster succumbed to the poison of the dart, he barely managed to breath out "Ma. . . mo. . .ru" in a hurt, betrayed tone.
Masafumi. Mamoru had just killed his own brother. Not letting this knowledge sink in, he scrambled back up his makeshift vine and into the ceiling tiles before any of the others could see him. They had all been too distracted by their fighting to notice him, and he changed weapons so often there was no reason for the dart to put any suspicion on him.
Mamoru jumped on his motorcycle and raced home, leaving Nagi to his own devices. On the way he thought about what had just happened. It bothered him that he wasn't more upset about killing his own brother. I mean sure, Masafumi was a sadistic bastard that did experiments on innocent people and was a complete ass to Mamoru but. . . and we seem to have found the root of the problem.
Mamoru was actually more preoccupied with the discovery of Ken-kun's night job. Ken was Weiss. His father had told him about Weiss; it was there job to destroy him and everyone else in his family. But that really didn't bother Mamoru. His family was evil, he knew that. And if Ken killed people for his job, maybe he was a kindred spirit. It helped to know Ken- kun wouldn't hate him because he had killed people. Even if it made his affair more dangerous, Mamoru was glad. He could do without Reiji anyway. The only person who he liked in his family was Hirofu. . .
Hiro.
Whatever plans Weiss had, they most certainly involved Hiro being dead.
Shit.