Kinou, Kyou, ano mada iie Ashita 2
by Vanessa S. Quest
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
"Arigatou, Persia-san, thank you so much for giving me this chance!"
"Sena, I am very glad to have you here, it is very important that you remember you are Izumi Sena, your other name died before you were born into Weiss."
"Hai, Persia-san."
Laker stood in attention at the door to the office overlooking the meeting, "I have the file, sir."
Mamoru nodded, "Sena, this is your code information, the breed of cat that will be used to identify you, your flower, and your transfer papers to your new school as well as the address of your apartment and day job. This is a lot to manage but I know you can handle it." His eyes sparkled a dead look that seemed to show concern and passion but in all truths hid his longing to be that boy again. "Please send Aguri Kyou in after you leave."
Sena bowed, "Hai."
"And Sena..."
The young boy turned to face the youthful man with tiredness pressed across his face. "Hai?"
"Welcome to Kritiker, Weiss is a very important part of Kritiker and to me, take care."
Sena lowered his head and smiled, "Arigatou."
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Omi looked out the window, time traveling like seconds to Omi's dulled mind when instead minutes passed. "Kyou-san, how long did you plan on standing there?"
Kyou blushed looking down, "Gomen... I didn't want to disturb you, Persia."
Omi smiled, it was almost like Aya for a moment, no he couldn't do that to himself, Mamoru had to be stronger than that.
"As you may already know, you have been accepted into Weiss Kreuz, Laker?"
Laker returned to her sentinel without missing a step. She held a folder thinner than the last but other than that, identical.
"Inside this folder is your code information, your cover- an apartment and a day job. You are responsible for gathering information, as well as delivering this to a man named Fujiyama Aya, these are your orders as well as Izumi Sena's. You will report to Aya as the leader of the group who will in turn report to me. Is this clear?"
"Yes."
"Alright, Kyou-san, also, deliver this envelope to Aya, he will understand." Mamoru handed Kyou a folder and letter, on the letter Tsukiyono Omi in kanji slid down the upper left corner, Fujiyama Aya in the center also in kanji. "As I told Sena, Weiss is very important to Kritiker and myself, keep your skills up and be careful. Welcome aboard."
Kyou nodded and took his leave, all the while noticing just how young Persia was.
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Aya stared at the information now in hand. Omi was working quickly, something was happening, the urgency in Omi's voice couldn't possibly be due to this Rosen Kreuz, no it had to be something else but what?
Aya shook the thought from his mind, all thoughts of Omi were to be set aside at least for now. He knew how hard it was for Omi to be Persia, worse still to be Mamoru and for Aya to poke his nose in would only make it harder for the both of them, he had to be distant, he was the leader of Weiss and if he couldn't lead them well lives would suffer.
His hand slid over the letter Omi had sent to him as well as the file Mamoru had given him. Aguri Kyou would soon replace Ken, Aya was to make sure that Sena and Kyou were put in similar shifts and spent as much time together as possible. What he was doing was obvious, he wanted the two assassins to become closest to each other, probably to move them later, Aya noted mentally.
"Kyou, are you skilled with the computer?"
Kyou looked down with a slight blush, "Not particularly, but I am up to Kritiker requirements."
Aya nodded in understanding, "Alright then, you and Sena will open the shop tomorrow at eleven, I'll work on a mission plan."
Kyou nodded, he had now been in Weiss's company for two days, opening the flower shop would be interesting to say the least.
"Do you have any questions?" Aya noted Kyou's figure still present after fifty seconds passed.
His eyes enlarged, "E! Gomen, I was just... wondering if there are any deliveries to Koneko no Same Ie on Saturday."
Aya turned from the screen momentarily, "Those come in at night from International Air Parcel Service- IAPS, all you need to concern yourself with is the watering schedule, the planting schedule and making some arrangements, all of which is noted inside the backroom. We usually get a rush of customers around 14:00 so make sure you don't get lost in storage for too long, if you do Sena will be buried in marriage proposals from foolish otaku."
Kyou cracked a smile, Aya's face flat. Ken leaned into the stairway. "He's not joking, we already lost one guy this year from a trample of the rabid beasts."
Kyou gulped a nervous lump in his throat and grew a shade paler. Aya's lips turned at one corner causing him to smirk.
Ken closed his eyes and turned a smile, "Ha, you're gullible! No, we don't run through members." He kept up his friendly smile, "And especially to fan girls. But trust me, you get a lot, usually weekdays right after school is hell and after we lost Omi..." Ken's voice cracked realizing what he just said. "N... nothing, it doesn't matter." He turned to go up the stairs forgetting his original point.
The veins in Aya's forehead were well noted by Kyou as a sore subject. "I...is... is that the same Omi the letter mentioned?"
Aya's eyes narrowed into a death glare that shocked Kyou to the point of stumbling. "G- Gomen nasai! It was on the envelope... that's all."
Aya's glare softened slightly but still contented itself on Kyou's figure with a slight note of soreness.
"Did he... die?" Kyou ventured. Aya turned away. "Were you lovers?"
Aya felt his cheeks grow with heat but any signs of visible blush were apparently ignored by the brunette standing before him; 'impressive survival instinct.' Aya thought to himself in musing, Kyou was already afraid of him all he could do to not cackle came from remembering the question, anger returning.
"Everyone in Weiss suffers from shadows of the past but soon you will realize that you must grow out of your tragic past not into it. Omi was that lesson for all of us, do not bring his name up again." It felt as though knives cut into his chest as he proclaimed those words, but the thought of his smiling genki, chibi Omi were least betrayed in his mind's eye than in the outside world.
Kyou nodded, "Forgive me for intruding," he turned towards the stairs Ken had once held back, "I know what it's like to lose someone close to me too. It really does suck."
Aya held the envelope in his hand tracing the edges with his mind. "Think nothing of it, just learn and carry on. You will soon realize when you joined Weiss you took up a cross with many burdens and few benefits."
"Hai."
Kyou moved gracefully up the steps and to his newly unpacked room.
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Aya closed his eyes tightly, his fingers clenched around the paper of the letter, turning it in his hand he saw the familiar kanji in his hand that had awaited him each glorious morning after he and Omi had found themselves living in.
He would awaken to a small love note from Omi, sometimes the letter was a list of things needed to be completed, or a list of things Omi had completed the night before, sometimes they were declarations of love, but always that same careful brushwork. Omi had signed to him "Aishiteiru Ran- kun"
Ran slid his hand through his hair and looked upward trying to hold the tears in his eyes, he just didn't have the strength to open the letter yet.
TBC.
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
"Arigatou, Persia-san, thank you so much for giving me this chance!"
"Sena, I am very glad to have you here, it is very important that you remember you are Izumi Sena, your other name died before you were born into Weiss."
"Hai, Persia-san."
Laker stood in attention at the door to the office overlooking the meeting, "I have the file, sir."
Mamoru nodded, "Sena, this is your code information, the breed of cat that will be used to identify you, your flower, and your transfer papers to your new school as well as the address of your apartment and day job. This is a lot to manage but I know you can handle it." His eyes sparkled a dead look that seemed to show concern and passion but in all truths hid his longing to be that boy again. "Please send Aguri Kyou in after you leave."
Sena bowed, "Hai."
"And Sena..."
The young boy turned to face the youthful man with tiredness pressed across his face. "Hai?"
"Welcome to Kritiker, Weiss is a very important part of Kritiker and to me, take care."
Sena lowered his head and smiled, "Arigatou."
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Omi looked out the window, time traveling like seconds to Omi's dulled mind when instead minutes passed. "Kyou-san, how long did you plan on standing there?"
Kyou blushed looking down, "Gomen... I didn't want to disturb you, Persia."
Omi smiled, it was almost like Aya for a moment, no he couldn't do that to himself, Mamoru had to be stronger than that.
"As you may already know, you have been accepted into Weiss Kreuz, Laker?"
Laker returned to her sentinel without missing a step. She held a folder thinner than the last but other than that, identical.
"Inside this folder is your code information, your cover- an apartment and a day job. You are responsible for gathering information, as well as delivering this to a man named Fujiyama Aya, these are your orders as well as Izumi Sena's. You will report to Aya as the leader of the group who will in turn report to me. Is this clear?"
"Yes."
"Alright, Kyou-san, also, deliver this envelope to Aya, he will understand." Mamoru handed Kyou a folder and letter, on the letter Tsukiyono Omi in kanji slid down the upper left corner, Fujiyama Aya in the center also in kanji. "As I told Sena, Weiss is very important to Kritiker and myself, keep your skills up and be careful. Welcome aboard."
Kyou nodded and took his leave, all the while noticing just how young Persia was.
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Aya stared at the information now in hand. Omi was working quickly, something was happening, the urgency in Omi's voice couldn't possibly be due to this Rosen Kreuz, no it had to be something else but what?
Aya shook the thought from his mind, all thoughts of Omi were to be set aside at least for now. He knew how hard it was for Omi to be Persia, worse still to be Mamoru and for Aya to poke his nose in would only make it harder for the both of them, he had to be distant, he was the leader of Weiss and if he couldn't lead them well lives would suffer.
His hand slid over the letter Omi had sent to him as well as the file Mamoru had given him. Aguri Kyou would soon replace Ken, Aya was to make sure that Sena and Kyou were put in similar shifts and spent as much time together as possible. What he was doing was obvious, he wanted the two assassins to become closest to each other, probably to move them later, Aya noted mentally.
"Kyou, are you skilled with the computer?"
Kyou looked down with a slight blush, "Not particularly, but I am up to Kritiker requirements."
Aya nodded in understanding, "Alright then, you and Sena will open the shop tomorrow at eleven, I'll work on a mission plan."
Kyou nodded, he had now been in Weiss's company for two days, opening the flower shop would be interesting to say the least.
"Do you have any questions?" Aya noted Kyou's figure still present after fifty seconds passed.
His eyes enlarged, "E! Gomen, I was just... wondering if there are any deliveries to Koneko no Same Ie on Saturday."
Aya turned from the screen momentarily, "Those come in at night from International Air Parcel Service- IAPS, all you need to concern yourself with is the watering schedule, the planting schedule and making some arrangements, all of which is noted inside the backroom. We usually get a rush of customers around 14:00 so make sure you don't get lost in storage for too long, if you do Sena will be buried in marriage proposals from foolish otaku."
Kyou cracked a smile, Aya's face flat. Ken leaned into the stairway. "He's not joking, we already lost one guy this year from a trample of the rabid beasts."
Kyou gulped a nervous lump in his throat and grew a shade paler. Aya's lips turned at one corner causing him to smirk.
Ken closed his eyes and turned a smile, "Ha, you're gullible! No, we don't run through members." He kept up his friendly smile, "And especially to fan girls. But trust me, you get a lot, usually weekdays right after school is hell and after we lost Omi..." Ken's voice cracked realizing what he just said. "N... nothing, it doesn't matter." He turned to go up the stairs forgetting his original point.
The veins in Aya's forehead were well noted by Kyou as a sore subject. "I...is... is that the same Omi the letter mentioned?"
Aya's eyes narrowed into a death glare that shocked Kyou to the point of stumbling. "G- Gomen nasai! It was on the envelope... that's all."
Aya's glare softened slightly but still contented itself on Kyou's figure with a slight note of soreness.
"Did he... die?" Kyou ventured. Aya turned away. "Were you lovers?"
Aya felt his cheeks grow with heat but any signs of visible blush were apparently ignored by the brunette standing before him; 'impressive survival instinct.' Aya thought to himself in musing, Kyou was already afraid of him all he could do to not cackle came from remembering the question, anger returning.
"Everyone in Weiss suffers from shadows of the past but soon you will realize that you must grow out of your tragic past not into it. Omi was that lesson for all of us, do not bring his name up again." It felt as though knives cut into his chest as he proclaimed those words, but the thought of his smiling genki, chibi Omi were least betrayed in his mind's eye than in the outside world.
Kyou nodded, "Forgive me for intruding," he turned towards the stairs Ken had once held back, "I know what it's like to lose someone close to me too. It really does suck."
Aya held the envelope in his hand tracing the edges with his mind. "Think nothing of it, just learn and carry on. You will soon realize when you joined Weiss you took up a cross with many burdens and few benefits."
"Hai."
Kyou moved gracefully up the steps and to his newly unpacked room.
~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~
Aya closed his eyes tightly, his fingers clenched around the paper of the letter, turning it in his hand he saw the familiar kanji in his hand that had awaited him each glorious morning after he and Omi had found themselves living in.
He would awaken to a small love note from Omi, sometimes the letter was a list of things needed to be completed, or a list of things Omi had completed the night before, sometimes they were declarations of love, but always that same careful brushwork. Omi had signed to him "Aishiteiru Ran- kun"
Ran slid his hand through his hair and looked upward trying to hold the tears in his eyes, he just didn't have the strength to open the letter yet.
TBC.
