Kinou, Kyou, ano mada iie Ashita by Vanessa S. Quest

A/N: This is in response to Kasra's fanfic challenge- write the best Kyou fic and win a prize! ^_^ I'm not telling what though. Bug her; she's up on this site. ^____^

Disclaimer- I do not own Weiss Kreuz. Not EVEN Gluhen... how unfair is that?! They have HOW many extra Weisse lying about and would they share even ONE?! No! Gaw. So unfair. ^_^ As you can see, I make no money and do not own Weiss, please do not sue me.

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~

Rain started to fall from the sky onto the unsuspecting city of Tokyo. Droplets first pretended to be a short storm, a drizzle, and then revealed their true strength as the rain stretched to stay for hours.

The soft gray sky shown in peaks the hidden sun, but even with the threat of sunlight the rain never relented. Instead it grew more determined and began to come down with a heavy force, allowing wind to alter its path as it blew underneath the umbrellas to soak the busy Tokyo urbanites with their life giving moisture.

Omi looked out the window from his office atop of Kritiker's new building. He sighed a longing breath.

He hated it here.

He hated not being with the ones he loved.

He hated sending people to do his work.

He hated letting inexperienced people die.

And most of all he hated not being Omi anymore. He hated Mamoru. He never even met him, or met himself again if that was possible, but he knew what his sacrifice meant. So long as Takatori Mamoru sat in this throne and ran Kritiker his beloved family Weiss would always be safe, or as safe as assassins could be. Regrettably that was no guarantee as Weiss had been the best team during the fall of Kritiker and had stayed strong while rebuilding it. A strength Omi needed to keep as an asset not send on early retirement.

What's worse was now that he held Persia's old chair he had to remain out of the fire. On the day Mamoru resurfaced, Tsukiyono Omi and Bombay drowned in his wake. Maybe that was what he resented most about being Mamoru. He couldn't even keep the name his father had given him; regardless of whether Shuichi was only his uncle by birth- he still raised OMI. And now he honored a family he had done nothing but hated in Weiss.

At times he even hated Ouka for betraying him, leaving him alone, just when they found each other as they had, though those emotions always passed quickly.

He looked at his mound of paperwork; humming in the back of his head Yoji poked fun at him for looking at things children like he shouldn't be looking at.

He had quite a few new applications to arrange. Apparently Esset's reaches effected more people than anyone had really thought. Now Epitaph, a cousin to Esset, needed to be stopped. Esset was said to want to rule the world through the sacrifice of an ageless innocent. Epitaph wanted to give birth to a corrupted immortal.

He had to keep Weiss strong. But ever since the mission involving Kaori...

Ken had changed. Something inside him was growing dark and Omi saw it. Ken needed to get out of this before he was gone forever. There would always be a new evil, there would always be a new monster hiding in closets no matter how many Weiss killed. The trouble is, once you stop killing big monsters to be a hero, and you only kill small monsters- you're a monster, a vigilante, and someone will turn to hunt you.

No. Omi wouldn't allow it, even if Mamoru had to sit on his ass for the rest of his life in repent, he couldn't do that to any of them.

Yoji had lost Asuka, and loses Asuka in every woman he's met since Weiss. If he didn't break free he would die alone, something that man was so very afraid of.

Ken, Ken lost himself each time he failed to save someone innocent, or killed a beast that fed off of the innocent. Each time he lost a friend a larger part died. Soon Ken would be dead, if only mentally.

Aya. Ran. Ran was a sad story all on his own. He lost his family only to get back Aya-chan, and now he feels he's too bloody to ever hold her. He has decreed his urge to be Weiss forever, to protect those who couldn't protect- to save any Fujiyama would-be's the future might bring. Not just his family, or his sister, but any child burdened to pick up a sword to avenge them. Too bad Aya's made enough enemies who view themselves as victims to the same fate.

He had to remove Ran soon, if not from Kritiker then at least from Weiss and any hall of records. If Ran's name died he could live.

That led him to the hole in Weiss. Weiss had worked so well because of its diversity. Two long range, two close range fighters and each range having a position.

But now there was a hole in that, and in applications. Some of these people were promising, but with so little training and a mission so pressing as Epitaph? He had to assign a team together and see how they worked, first using smaller targets until the taste of blood was more familiar than the bile of vengeance.

First application in the pile was a boy named Takeru. A boy who wished to enter Weiss at the same age Omi had.

Omi had been the first of Weiss. The others thought they had been placed there first because of training and life experience, but Omi had been there since the beginning. He had seen three Weiss formed, and as of now only two destroyed. Maybe this Takeru would be able to be like Omi, but that thought itself hurt. How was he supposed to replace himself to his family?

He closed his eyes and rubbed his face.

He'd gone THROUGH this, if he didn't replace Omi, his family might die in the next mission. There were two holes in Weiss.

Omi was the information gathering side AND the long distance sniper. Takeru could be long distance but he lacked far too much to make a good analyst. Maybe Aya could be trained, but to get Aya out of Weiss and into something new, that hole would still exist.

This was a training mold. Anyone who would become the new Weiss had to be able to merge into THIS Weiss's dynamics and then when presented merge into its own. "Takeru and Kyou it is."

Omi sighed. "Kyou looks more stable than Ken, and maybe Takeru and he will be able to bond." He thought about their bios.

He leaned back into his chair, wiping his tired eyes. "Why can't I be with my friends? Why am I made to endure this?"

Laker walked straight into Mamoru's office baring the peace offering of lunch.

"Persia. What's wrong?"

He looked down, "There's nothing wrong Laker, thank you. I'm just reviewing the new members of Weiss, please contact Aguri Kyou and Kisuragi Takeru and tell them they will be moving into Koneko no Same Ie."

She nodded then turned to leave. "And their first mission...?"

He looked down, "The latest reports say a ring of assassins is trying to eliminate Kritiker agents. Weiss will have to kill the head of this movement. I'm compiling the data our field agents got in as we speak."

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~

"Weiss. Your mission is to hunt down the dark beasts that dare hunt in the light. Your target is Uragi Make, head of the assassin group known as Rosen Kreuz. Rosen Kreuz is a powerful new group of assassins, if you come across them do not engage unless it is your only option. Our intelligence tells us they have super-human strengths though what they are has not been revealed. Deny these beasts their tomorrow!"

Ken looked at the video. "Oi, it's so weird to hear Omitchi telling us what to do... as Persia?"

Laker glared at him, "He is not Omi. He is Persia. Are you in or not?"

Ken glanced up and down at her, "Hai." He took the file from her, "Orei. Are you sure these new guys can handle this?"

"Persia is confident."

Aya looked Laker over. "Send Persia our regards." He took up the file, "Perhaps it would be for the better if he disguised his voice. It is... strange taking orders from someone we know confidently."

She nodded. "I'll pass the suggestion on to him. Sena, Kyou? Are you in?"

Kyou nodded. "It's wrong that these people kill so indiscriminately. They murder for self-gain and that is abominable."

Sena's eyes looked into Kyou. Kyou was so strong!

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen 1.‡*~

TBC.