Title: Virus of the Mind
By: NightStalker666
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, screw 'em....lol. Personally I'd do Aya...*thinks* Oh, yeah, Aya... *cough* Ahem...
AN: Oi! I am on a cruise for my Spring Break, and I have no access to a computer...well, I do, my laptop, but I'd have to hook it up to my cell phone, which I could do, and I'm doing it right now...but that would mean less time with hot guys. Please, choose. Besides, I am alone on a huge cruise, and I mean ALONE!!! No sister to piss me off, my little brothers to strangle, and my annoying parents, bugging the shiite outta me. *sigh* This is bliss. Truly, it is. AND I got to miss the last FOUR days of school, and another THREE days after break. *cries* Sometimes I do love my parents. Lol.
* * * * * * * * * * Chapter Two: Unraveling...
Yohji frowned. "I don't get it. What's so special about—"
"Crap!" Omi interrupted, leaping on to his knees as he threw himself upon the convulsing girl. "She's going into shock! Hold her down, hold her down!" he screamed frantically, struggling to pin his weight on her waist.
"Why's she going into shock now?" Ken asked as he reached and held her ankles pressed against the couch while Aya pinned her knees.
"I don't know, probably from the wounds or—Fuck!" Omi roared, and seemed oblivious to the others' looks as he swore, and leaned back as she started to relax. "She has two major wounds here. Look! On her right side, buried by the couch, she has what looks like a deep dagger wound that scrapes across her ribs lightly. Another wound by the same weapon on her thigh, almost right between the gaps of her pelvic bone."
"There's another one here, by her right shoulder," Aya said, forgetting about the incident of the name Windsor. "There's a huge gash splaying across her front right shoulder blade, and you can even see the bone."
"And a deep calf wound as well, looks like it sliced some muscles too," Ken added, shaking his head. "Jesus, she's a mess. Either she's someone of real importance, or that's just one unlucky, messed up girl."
"Enough chit-chat, we gotta get to work," Omi said tersely, postponing all other debates as to the unidentified female. (Eh, makes her sound dead. -_- ;)
With no real words of protest, they set to work.
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"Man, I never knew cleaning up a girl who's as good as dead was so much work," Yohji muttered, leaning back in his chair as everyone relaxed in the kitchen.
"You never know how to clean up or take care of a girl dead or alive period," Ken said, rolling his eyes. "So, she was really messed up. Whoever did that to her or ordered someone to do that to her did a number on her."
"Don't go changing the subject—"
"Yeah, who would've done that to her anyway," Omi asked, shaking his head at the thought. "She had so many contusions and lacerations, not to mention sprains and broken bones, she looked as if she was put in a blender with dull razors. They probably gave her a good chase too," he thought darkly.
"What do you mean?" Aya asked, interest piqued by the sudden gloomy expression plastered upon the usually cheerful face.
"Well, unless you threw her shoes away, which is unlikely, she had no shoes on, and her ankle was sprained, like she was running and it twisted underneath her. I would assume they were heels since it seemed most likely with what, well, what remained of her clothes," Omi deducted thoughtfully, pondering to himself.
"That's true, it does seem more likely," Ken interjected. "You know what's weird though? Her hair looks odd. Like it was a horrible dye job, or she was wearing a wig," he said, pursing his lips in thought.
"What if she is wearing a wig?" Yohji asked.
All four members stared at each other before they got up abruptly, chairs toppling backwards as everyone sprinted into the room where the girl had been laid out. (Ugh, now she sounds like she's laundry set out to dry. *.*;)
Omi knelt beside the peacefully sleeping girl, and gently lifted a stray lock of ashen blonde hair, and checked underneath, where the scalp should be. "It does seem a bit weird," he murmured. "Also very well done, if it is a wig...which it is," he said, gently peeling small layers of blonde away.
"It seems that some are even extensions upon the wig, so it looks more realistic," Yohji commented. "That's really expensive to get done."
"How would you know, Kudou? You wanna tell us something here?" Ken asked, chuckling to himself.
"That's a good one, asswipe."
"Wow, talk about a contrast," Aya commented, ignoring the two starting a heat argument.
They all stared as hair so black that it shone blue was pinned against the skull, coiling it tightly so as not even a single strand could be shone. It brought out a new image to the bruised face, giving it the look of a battle fought angel. (More like a fallen angel. *mutters*)
"Who is she?" Yohji asked, shaking his head. "She's probably wearing contacts, but still, I just can't picture anyone who looks like that. She comes from money, so she should be known, a little bit at least."
"I know who she is," Aya said softly.
"Who?" Everyone asked, staring at the silent fighter, anticipating his answer.
"I don't know her name, but she's the girl who helped me drive her to the hospital after my sister..." he drifted off, unwilling to say more. "She's gotten a lot thinner, not to mention aged a lot more, but I remember that hair. I told her that it reminded me of a seal. All velvety and," he stopped; glaring at the gawking stares he was receiving. "I just recognize her, okay?" he snapped.
"Hey, you're the one who started, don't go all hissy on us, ass," Yohji protested.
"So," Ken said, shooting an annoyed look at Yohji. "We know that she's helped Aya, but we don't know who she is. Isn't there some way in finding out?"
"Sure, if she wakes up and we ask her nicely," Yohji snickered.
"Okay, what is up your ass?" Ken demanded. "Aren't you the one who brought her here? Shouldn't you feel at least a little bit of concern? Can you do that? Huh?"
"Sheesh, I was just trying to lighten up the mood a little bit," he grumbled, pouting slightly. "Fine, I guess I could call someone from where I used to work, I keep in touch with a few there. Maybe I can ask about some missing case files."
"That could work," Omi nodded. "I can go check around on my computer if—"
"No, she's waking up," Aya said, shaking his head. He pointed, and sure enough, she started to moan as she tossed her head sideways, as if fighting consciousness.
Light lavender eyes, hazed over by pain focused on each of the faces hovering over her. They all held their breaths as she blinked slowly, and her throat trembled as she swallowed.
Aya moved forward to help her sit up, despite Omi's protests. Propping her up with his arm, he reached over and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand, and held it under her lips. Holding it steady, he patiently showed her to drink in small sips, and gently laid her back down again, her chest rattling with each breath she forced.
"Jesus," Yohji blurted out. "She sounds like she's dying."
Ken stared at him, and stared back down at their 'patient' with a shake of his head. He stepped aside as Omi walked over to the other side of the girl, easing his weight gradually upon the bed so as not to disturb her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Apocalypse," she answered in a pained whisper.
"Wha-?" Yohji asked, and started to laugh. "Apocalypse. That's your nickname, right? I mean—"he broke off when angry violet depths looked up at him. "I was just kidding, Aya, although I don't know why I'm being glared at," he muttered.
"Apocalypse, right," Omi said with a nod. "Do you know what happened to you?"
Her eyes narrowed with bitter amusement, her lip curling in a nasty smile. "I think I know what happened to me," she answered. "Where am I?"
"At a flower shop. Well, above it anyway. Yohji found you, and brought you here," Ken answered.
"You forgot saved, possibly rescued, and killed for her to be here," Yohji said with a smile.
Ken shook his head once more. "Right, more power to you. The world would be in such peril without you here," he said sarcastically.
"Hey, pop a fucking a Midol," Yohji snapped. "Your name is a codename. Who do you work for?" he asked, looking over at her again.
"Gabrielle."
"Gabrielle. Well, you seem to be willing to give answers out, aren't you? Is this a trap?" he commented thoughtfully, eyeing her shrewdly.
"They betrayed me," she answered.
"The ones you work for?" Omi asked.
"Who else?" she countered. "I am no longer under they're employ...besides, I work for someone else."
"And it doesn't matter if you speak freely?" Yohji suggested.
"Yes. They are not concerned about what I give out about myself, as long as I do not unveil their disguise. I employed myself to that other group, and swore an oath that I will obey them, and I would. Even if it meant that I have to kill my true employers, I would, but as soon as they broke they're oath to me, I no longer am responsible for my oath as well."
Aya smiled at her explanation. "'It is the responsibility of the master to honor his part in fealty as much as it is the servant's.'"
"Exactly," she agreed, nodding slightly. "So, Weiss Kreuz, I now am under a blood oath to you as well. I am your servant for you have saved my life."
"Fine," Aya nodded. "One question. How did you know that we were Weiss Kreuz?"
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AN: Short, I know, but hey, cruise, remember? ^-~ Anywho, review, review. Oh, and if there are no paragraphs on here again, I am gonna go on a fucking bluidy rampage. Grrr!!!!!!!!
By: NightStalker666
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, screw 'em....lol. Personally I'd do Aya...*thinks* Oh, yeah, Aya... *cough* Ahem...
AN: Oi! I am on a cruise for my Spring Break, and I have no access to a computer...well, I do, my laptop, but I'd have to hook it up to my cell phone, which I could do, and I'm doing it right now...but that would mean less time with hot guys. Please, choose. Besides, I am alone on a huge cruise, and I mean ALONE!!! No sister to piss me off, my little brothers to strangle, and my annoying parents, bugging the shiite outta me. *sigh* This is bliss. Truly, it is. AND I got to miss the last FOUR days of school, and another THREE days after break. *cries* Sometimes I do love my parents. Lol.
* * * * * * * * * * Chapter Two: Unraveling...
Yohji frowned. "I don't get it. What's so special about—"
"Crap!" Omi interrupted, leaping on to his knees as he threw himself upon the convulsing girl. "She's going into shock! Hold her down, hold her down!" he screamed frantically, struggling to pin his weight on her waist.
"Why's she going into shock now?" Ken asked as he reached and held her ankles pressed against the couch while Aya pinned her knees.
"I don't know, probably from the wounds or—Fuck!" Omi roared, and seemed oblivious to the others' looks as he swore, and leaned back as she started to relax. "She has two major wounds here. Look! On her right side, buried by the couch, she has what looks like a deep dagger wound that scrapes across her ribs lightly. Another wound by the same weapon on her thigh, almost right between the gaps of her pelvic bone."
"There's another one here, by her right shoulder," Aya said, forgetting about the incident of the name Windsor. "There's a huge gash splaying across her front right shoulder blade, and you can even see the bone."
"And a deep calf wound as well, looks like it sliced some muscles too," Ken added, shaking his head. "Jesus, she's a mess. Either she's someone of real importance, or that's just one unlucky, messed up girl."
"Enough chit-chat, we gotta get to work," Omi said tersely, postponing all other debates as to the unidentified female. (Eh, makes her sound dead. -_- ;)
With no real words of protest, they set to work.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Man, I never knew cleaning up a girl who's as good as dead was so much work," Yohji muttered, leaning back in his chair as everyone relaxed in the kitchen.
"You never know how to clean up or take care of a girl dead or alive period," Ken said, rolling his eyes. "So, she was really messed up. Whoever did that to her or ordered someone to do that to her did a number on her."
"Don't go changing the subject—"
"Yeah, who would've done that to her anyway," Omi asked, shaking his head at the thought. "She had so many contusions and lacerations, not to mention sprains and broken bones, she looked as if she was put in a blender with dull razors. They probably gave her a good chase too," he thought darkly.
"What do you mean?" Aya asked, interest piqued by the sudden gloomy expression plastered upon the usually cheerful face.
"Well, unless you threw her shoes away, which is unlikely, she had no shoes on, and her ankle was sprained, like she was running and it twisted underneath her. I would assume they were heels since it seemed most likely with what, well, what remained of her clothes," Omi deducted thoughtfully, pondering to himself.
"That's true, it does seem more likely," Ken interjected. "You know what's weird though? Her hair looks odd. Like it was a horrible dye job, or she was wearing a wig," he said, pursing his lips in thought.
"What if she is wearing a wig?" Yohji asked.
All four members stared at each other before they got up abruptly, chairs toppling backwards as everyone sprinted into the room where the girl had been laid out. (Ugh, now she sounds like she's laundry set out to dry. *.*;)
Omi knelt beside the peacefully sleeping girl, and gently lifted a stray lock of ashen blonde hair, and checked underneath, where the scalp should be. "It does seem a bit weird," he murmured. "Also very well done, if it is a wig...which it is," he said, gently peeling small layers of blonde away.
"It seems that some are even extensions upon the wig, so it looks more realistic," Yohji commented. "That's really expensive to get done."
"How would you know, Kudou? You wanna tell us something here?" Ken asked, chuckling to himself.
"That's a good one, asswipe."
"Wow, talk about a contrast," Aya commented, ignoring the two starting a heat argument.
They all stared as hair so black that it shone blue was pinned against the skull, coiling it tightly so as not even a single strand could be shone. It brought out a new image to the bruised face, giving it the look of a battle fought angel. (More like a fallen angel. *mutters*)
"Who is she?" Yohji asked, shaking his head. "She's probably wearing contacts, but still, I just can't picture anyone who looks like that. She comes from money, so she should be known, a little bit at least."
"I know who she is," Aya said softly.
"Who?" Everyone asked, staring at the silent fighter, anticipating his answer.
"I don't know her name, but she's the girl who helped me drive her to the hospital after my sister..." he drifted off, unwilling to say more. "She's gotten a lot thinner, not to mention aged a lot more, but I remember that hair. I told her that it reminded me of a seal. All velvety and," he stopped; glaring at the gawking stares he was receiving. "I just recognize her, okay?" he snapped.
"Hey, you're the one who started, don't go all hissy on us, ass," Yohji protested.
"So," Ken said, shooting an annoyed look at Yohji. "We know that she's helped Aya, but we don't know who she is. Isn't there some way in finding out?"
"Sure, if she wakes up and we ask her nicely," Yohji snickered.
"Okay, what is up your ass?" Ken demanded. "Aren't you the one who brought her here? Shouldn't you feel at least a little bit of concern? Can you do that? Huh?"
"Sheesh, I was just trying to lighten up the mood a little bit," he grumbled, pouting slightly. "Fine, I guess I could call someone from where I used to work, I keep in touch with a few there. Maybe I can ask about some missing case files."
"That could work," Omi nodded. "I can go check around on my computer if—"
"No, she's waking up," Aya said, shaking his head. He pointed, and sure enough, she started to moan as she tossed her head sideways, as if fighting consciousness.
Light lavender eyes, hazed over by pain focused on each of the faces hovering over her. They all held their breaths as she blinked slowly, and her throat trembled as she swallowed.
Aya moved forward to help her sit up, despite Omi's protests. Propping her up with his arm, he reached over and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand, and held it under her lips. Holding it steady, he patiently showed her to drink in small sips, and gently laid her back down again, her chest rattling with each breath she forced.
"Jesus," Yohji blurted out. "She sounds like she's dying."
Ken stared at him, and stared back down at their 'patient' with a shake of his head. He stepped aside as Omi walked over to the other side of the girl, easing his weight gradually upon the bed so as not to disturb her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Apocalypse," she answered in a pained whisper.
"Wha-?" Yohji asked, and started to laugh. "Apocalypse. That's your nickname, right? I mean—"he broke off when angry violet depths looked up at him. "I was just kidding, Aya, although I don't know why I'm being glared at," he muttered.
"Apocalypse, right," Omi said with a nod. "Do you know what happened to you?"
Her eyes narrowed with bitter amusement, her lip curling in a nasty smile. "I think I know what happened to me," she answered. "Where am I?"
"At a flower shop. Well, above it anyway. Yohji found you, and brought you here," Ken answered.
"You forgot saved, possibly rescued, and killed for her to be here," Yohji said with a smile.
Ken shook his head once more. "Right, more power to you. The world would be in such peril without you here," he said sarcastically.
"Hey, pop a fucking a Midol," Yohji snapped. "Your name is a codename. Who do you work for?" he asked, looking over at her again.
"Gabrielle."
"Gabrielle. Well, you seem to be willing to give answers out, aren't you? Is this a trap?" he commented thoughtfully, eyeing her shrewdly.
"They betrayed me," she answered.
"The ones you work for?" Omi asked.
"Who else?" she countered. "I am no longer under they're employ...besides, I work for someone else."
"And it doesn't matter if you speak freely?" Yohji suggested.
"Yes. They are not concerned about what I give out about myself, as long as I do not unveil their disguise. I employed myself to that other group, and swore an oath that I will obey them, and I would. Even if it meant that I have to kill my true employers, I would, but as soon as they broke they're oath to me, I no longer am responsible for my oath as well."
Aya smiled at her explanation. "'It is the responsibility of the master to honor his part in fealty as much as it is the servant's.'"
"Exactly," she agreed, nodding slightly. "So, Weiss Kreuz, I now am under a blood oath to you as well. I am your servant for you have saved my life."
"Fine," Aya nodded. "One question. How did you know that we were Weiss Kreuz?"
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AN: Short, I know, but hey, cruise, remember? ^-~ Anywho, review, review. Oh, and if there are no paragraphs on here again, I am gonna go on a fucking bluidy rampage. Grrr!!!!!!!!
