Kinou, Kyou, ano mada iie Ashita 6 by Vanessa S. Quest

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~

Uragi Make, the newest target for the seasoned killers and first kill to the recruits smiled as he raised his hand readying another energy attack.

Quick to the game, Kyou ducked from the blast and slowly made his way bobbing and weaving closer towards the man while Aya drew out his katana. Sena took out his circular blade and balanced it within the center of his palm using the meat that connected his thumb to his palm to carry the main weight of the blade holding it by the rubber grip.

A sudden change in the air made three Weiss men snap to a ready stance, Sena quickly locking his thumb around the blade readying to launch it, Ken snapping his fingers into the bugnuks triggers release and closing the claws in a fast procession, Yoji pulled a fine wire two-thirds the reach of his arms in length. Uragi launched the energy towards the lights causing them to explode and fade the room into a dark gray-blue state. He charged up more energy in his hands causing slight illumination.

Ken was first to throw himself at Uragi. Uragi was probably just hitting his thirties, he had dark brown hair that just bordered black, his skin was tight and youthful yet his build betrayed that he had grown into his adult years. With dark green eyes the man was very mysterious but at the same time very sinister. Ken swiped at the man but Uragi quickly backed up causing what would have been a lethal blow into a slight scratch across his arm.

Infuriated, Uragi threw his stored energy directly into Ken's stomach, his krevlon armor taking the brunt of the blast. The shear force of the blow had been able to make Ken stumble back, but almost like a fine-tuned orchestra, as Ken faltered Sena's blade whirled forth, cutting Make's cheek with a long line.

Uragi let out a hiss after touching his face with his injured left hand while his right hand busily readied an energy beam with a formal invitation to the smallest Weiss member.

Yoji sent three sets of wire toward the man, the first string dodged only to corner him to the others, the other wires quickly fastened themselves to his hands where Yoji then by use of a water main and leverage left the man helpless with his arms hanging above his head, Yoji pulling the wire taught enough to assure his energy weapon was out of range of the wires.

Aya and Kyou both took this as cue, Aya lunging forward into Make's stomach, Kyou down his back with his axe.

Make let out a sound of a drowning man- a sound muffled by bloody gurgles. "See you in hell." Aya roughly ripped his katana from the now floundering target's soft insides and flicked it at such speed that the vibration managed to send most if not all the blood clean off the blade and onto the dirtied floor. Kyou jerked his axe out of the man's back and sent down a confirming blow into the back of Make's skull. He flinched slightly at the sound of bone cracking as metal won the contest between the two forces.

Uragi Make's limp body fell to the floor as Yoji retracted his wire.

"Well, that was anti-climatic." Yoji sighed as he picked out a cigarette from his inside coat pocket and brought it unlit to his mouth.

"More over-kill than anti-climatic." Aya noted as he made his way to the building. "Clear out, all the research goes."

The four other men nodded and made their way to their relative entrances and exits.

Within minutes the fiery explosion had transformed into a steady blaze that would surely bring the place tumbling to the ground before it could be successfully extinguished- that is assuming the fire fighters would ever get the call to come, after all Kritiker watched all angles.

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~

Aya reached into his deep-set pockets in his trench coat, his hand returning to the surface world baring a cell phone.

He pressed several menu options then finally hit the number 4 sending him to Kritiker's direct line to Laker.

"Moshi-moshi Abyssinian." Came a well-informed voice.

"Moshi-moshi Laker, finished early see you as planned?"

"Hai, hai. Sayonara!" Aya flipped his phone closed Laker pressed the END button. "Persia, they finished early, and by the sounds of it no casualties."

The young man nodded from behind his office desk. "Good. I'm glad." The concern stretched over Omi's face was an obvious one to Laker, she put a friendly hand over his shoulder.

"Are you sure you want me to deliver Siberian and Balinese this mission?"

He bowed his head, "Hai, a change of setting might do the both of them a world of good, Abyssinian is needed to run Koneko and continue the others' training... and I need someone there we can trust, who is able to get the job done."

She bowed, "Alright then, I'll be on my way, would you like me to arrange for your ride home?"

Omi looked into his clasped hands, "I believe I'll wait for your return."

She nodded and walked through the office door. "Anou... Persia, make sure you get enough sleep you look tired."

"Hai, arigatou Laker."

As she fell out of eyesight Omi dove into his desk drawer and carefully extracted a picture hidden under a stack of papers and files. Pulling out the same photo that sat inside his room back at Koneko no Same ie, Omi traced the shape of Aya's face before quickly wiping at his eyes. He flipped the framed picture over and opened up the back revealing a slightly yellow-with-age folded envelope.

Taking the envelope with great gentleness he opened it revealing two small pictures and a flattened origami crane made with shiny paper. He pulled the crane's two wings just enough to reveal a brief kanji message that read: 'Forever I love you' he smiled, turning the crane over to view the other side of it's wing, a kanji message in different yet equally neat calligraphy read, 'And forever I'll be at your side.' He pressed the crane back to its original flat state and returned it to the envelope now concentrating on the photos.

The only trinkets he had been able to sneak away- the last bits he had of Aya that he could hold every night if he so pleased, two out of a set of four pictures of Omi being cuddled by Aya and Omi turning into Aya's cuddle, his face level to Aya's as they sat on that bench as the photo light blinked, Omi had turned his head to the side and kissed Aya's ear whispering naughty things as his eyes watched the screen just as the image flashed. Aya still had his two of the set of four, the first of him kissing Omi's ear using more tongue then the boy had expected causing his nose to wriggle and smile that was a mixture between a large open-mouthed gasp and ecstatic grin, Aya had always loved the way Omi had looked even though Omi thought it was a lousy picture of himself. Aya noted that it only showed him for what he really was- happy, especially in his arms. The other picture was much more formal, Omi had his arms pushed down and looked stiff towards the camera with his big blue eyes looking forward to the camera snapping, a proper smile on his face as he wore his school uniform, Aya of course had sit in the back of the picture, his head leaned into Omi's perfect hair causing the red and gold to tangle into each other. Aya even gave Omi the pleasure of a small smirk- and that coming from Aya was like movie-stars accepting awards, Omi knew he had to give Aya that picture- Aya'd have killed him if that ever got into the wrong hands, like Yoji or Ken's. The teasing would never stop if they saw the ice queen melt...

Tears spilled down Omi's cheeks and he knew it was time to put the pictures back into the envelope and stash his treasure away.

Just as he slid his desk drawer open to put the photos away the door opened.

~*‡.Weiss Kreuz Gluhen.‡*~

Laker walked into the flower shop with a proud smile, "Persia is very pleased with each of you!" She said as greeting Kyou and Sena.

"How do you both feel?"

Yoji grinned as Ken grimaced, both men ignoring Laker's formal praising of the newest wolves. "Ken, I'm just saying a bet's a bet and it's like the Price is Right-- whoever is closer to the right number without going OVER wins, and frankly I won. So suck it up and buy me a beer."

"No WAY! Sena may have killed more but Kyou still killed ONLY ONE GUY... that means I was right. Besides, you thought Sena would kill the least."

"So did you!"

"Why don't we each buy each other a beer and call it a tie?"

"Deal."

"Fine. Lakers is our witness." Ken smiled as the blue haired woman finally turned to approach the men.

"Hai, I heard the whole thing, you may want to wait until you reach Germany before celebrating though." She handed them both a folder, "Your mission is to invade Epitaph's European base of operations by joining the ranks and then destroying the base. As I said earlier, your cover is tourists to the civilians, to Epitaph, you are really agents planted there as double agents sent from their base in Japan. Thanks to the hard work of one of our teams they were able to create this illusion with stories, false memories to some of the lower ranking staff, and the rest through hacking and rearranging the data."

Ken nodded, "Cool."

"Oh, and before you leave, I have your new uniforms." She presented Ken, Yoji, and Aya with three large boxes.

Ken first to open his with his mastered shredding skills pulled out his skiing glasses and uniform, "Kawaii!" Ken squeed happily.

Yoji gave Ken's a look and smirked, "You're such a girl Ken-Ken."

"Like that means anything coming from you, how many hair products do YOU have under the sink, huh Yotan?!"

The two glared at each other then Yoji quickly opened his, noticing the cowboy hat he smiled.

"He gets a pimp hat?! Are you sure Kritiker really should boost his ego?" Ken continued to tease.

"HEY! It is *not* a pimp hat, I don't NEED to get girls with money, I have something called charm."

"...And rufies..." Ken snickered.

"Shut up Hidaka! If I have to use this tape in here to duct tape you inside my luggage so help me I'll... wait, tape?!"

"As per request, Persia thought it best to use your superb deflection skills by drawing the eye to your chest instead of Kyou's or Sena's that is why he gave you the red tape to make a cross down your chest and why the others' uniforms are..."

Aya finally pulled the lid off his box and let out a stark, "It's WHITE! What in hell?!"

"...White, that's right it's to make you more suitable targets. Your flight leaves in two hours, I recommend you two get going to the airport."

Kyou smiled, "Won't Yoji's hair clash with his costume?"

Yoji gave Kyou the finger, Laker added, "It would, had Persia not instructed me that his hair must be cut."

"NANI?! ...That evil little shitterumyeah... How short?" Yoji turned his face from a scowl to a chibi smile and squint.

"Very. You have an appointment for the hairdresser's once you land in Germany."

Kyou let out a small cackle that paled in comparison to Ken's. "Bon voyage!"

Laker turned towards the exit when her phone beeped. "Excuse me, this is from the office I have to take this."

The five men nodded, Ken and Yoji hurrying to pack up the Seven.

"Moshi-mo... NANI?!" She lowered her voice, "Douyatte? Hai, I see... they said that? Hai, we understand and accept. Hai, arigatou, calm down, we'll work on this immediately." She pressed END and immediately saw Aya hovering six inches from her face.

"What happened? I just called Bombay and he didn't answer."

She looked down, "I'll tell you once the others leave." She whispered as Ken and Yoji left, the remaining members waving as the two men lugged heavy baggage away. Once she heard the door click closed she returned to Aya's glare still only six inches from her face.

In the lowest whisper imaginable she whispered, "It's Blau Kreuz- they've kidnapped Omi."

"Are you sure?"

"It seems that way, it looks as though they have no clue he's Persia as they demanded that for ransom we present him to them."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's Kritiker's job, so you worry about yours and we ours."

Aya gave her a vehement look reserved for people about to die, usually... and on occasions Yoji for eating the last of his ho-hos. In just as quiet a whisper but with more tone and emphasis than one could perceive, "Omi's my lover that *makes* it my business. Keep me informed."

She nodded, "Hai, I will. I must leave now, I'll contact you in the morning."

"I'll be awaiting the call at 06:00 sharp."

She nodded, "Hai."

She looked around the room to spot where Kyou and Sena had gone, at first she thought they had left for upstairs after being dismissed but upon further inspection she froze in slight panic.

There on the couch laid Sena, Kyou leaned upright into the back of the couch with Sena nuzzled into his shoulder.

'Were they awake, did they here that...?' As she squinted her eyes to further her vision she saw the two breathing slowly, eyes closed. 'Asleep, good.'

Aya gave Lakers a quick look-over, the fact that she had missed Kyou and Sena's presence made him feel anxious, after all if Lakers had been upset enough to forget to clear the room that could only mean she was very afraid for Omi's safety.

"Lakers, how did they know it was Omi they kidnapped and not Bombay?"

She looked at the floor, "Really I should leave..."

"How." His voice commanded so much authority the uneasy woman knew she had no choice but answer.

"They found at his desk a broken picture frame, inside it there had been pictures hidden in the back- of you and Omi with your names on it, I knew Omi had them... but... it felt wrong taking them from him after all this..."

Aya nodded, "I see. 0600."

She nodded and left the flower shop, spirits far lower than she could have believed.

~Fin.~

^____^ Well, that is all for the Kinou Kyou Ano Mada Iie Ashita series- Yesterday, Today and with no Tomorrow WILL BE SEQUELED... just... not for the contest. Wish me luck!