This first chapter has been revised to better integrate the flash back sequence.
Author Rant:
Before you proceed in reading this story, which I am proud to say is my first ever work of Weiss fanfiction, there are a few things you should know. First of all, if you have not seen "Weiss Kreuz Gluhen" or at least read up on the series, you will probably be unable to understand the premise for this story. I am picking up exactly where "Gluhen" left off in hopes of creating a sequel that I am satisfied with.
I acknowledge the OVA and the Dramatic Precious; and will be using elements of both in this story. However I have not read Weiss Side B. ( Mostly b/c I live in a box ) and therefore will be ignoring the existence of Side B in this story simple b/c I cannot write about what I haven't read. If anyone knows of a good scanslation site that has SideB posted, please, please, please, let me know. Also, just because I recognize the events of these chapters of Weiss, Does not mean I have to like them. Every fan is entitled to an opinion and mine is less than favorable of the "Gluhen" series. However, if you like it, more power to you.
There are rumors flying around that do to the less and warm welcome "Gluhen" received in Japan, the creators are producing another animated sequel featuring all four members of Weiss and returning to the original character designs. If there is truth to this rumor, only time will tell. In the mean time I hope you enjoy my rendition.
I warn you now that if you have not seen "Gluhen", expect spoilers!
This story IS FULL OF YAOI! If you do not like, turn away now!
You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to "Weiss Kreuz Gluhen" or any of the characters there in. The plot (if you can call it that) is entirely my design.
Warnings: Expect angst, mild violence, the use of colorful language, sexual content (yaoi/limeish), lovers quarrels, and Omi acting like a Takatori for a while (can't be helped).
(*~*~*~*~*~* - Signals end of flash back)
Please Don't remind me that I have problems with spelling and grammar… I know…it's a condition… if anyone really wants to beta let me know. I do the best I can on my own.
"Absolution" ~ Prologue Part 1
[A/N: Flashback in Ken POV, set somewhere in season 2]
In the dim glow of the early light we laid: bare, broken, lost, and vulnerable. Our bodies in the early morning light intertwined, unconsciously reaching out for the warmth of supple skin. Nimble fingers twined with strands of silken hair, invoking low moans of pleasure from parched throats. Crisp white linens shifted with the slightest movement, creating a quiet rustle. Lips found lips, stealing moments of tranquility before the world awoke.
Here, everything poured from the depths of the soul. No outside interruptions, just the feel of a lover's embrace as a new day dawned. Cherished moments such as these brought us back to life inside. Nights spent battling dark beasts, followed by the internal struggles of dejected henchmen. Sheltered in each other's arms, the sound of a sharp blade slicing through tattered flesh was now no more than a distant memory.
All that remained was the touch of a gentle hand as it traced the exposed curve of a thigh. Heavy breaths taking in the sweet scent of another man as our bodies coiled together, desperately seeking reassurance. Half-lidded blue eyes gazed up into pools of auburn, sliding a smile of contentment along rose-colored lips. The afterglow of sex hazed over my vision as my body straddling his waist pressed down to deliver another trail of long kisses down the smaller boy's neck. A few light flicks of the tongue along the nape and the blue-eyed young man was flat on his back, purring like a kitten.
"Mmmmm, morning Ken-kun."
I responded by sucking one small pink nub and rolling my tongue mercilessly around Omi's nipple. The smaller boy groaned and thrust against my athletic figure, running nimble fingers through my tousled dark fibers. Unwavering, I moved to tease a sensitive spot on my companion's side and intern caused an unprepared Omi to kick and giggle.
"Ken-kuuun. That tickles! Stop it. Come on now." The flaxen youth playfully pushed me aside; "We have to get ready for work."
Bubbling laughter echoed in the sparsely furnished room as I continued to prod spots that would make my lover squirm. Mornings such as these were rare; we had managed to leisurely wake like this maybe three? Four times? Since we began our secret romps. Not that we were ashamed of our 'relationship'; nor to say that Aya and Yoji were deaf, dumb, and blind. It just wasn't something we as a group ever felt the need to talk about. I was pretty sure they knew, but I figured it was one of those things you just didn't bring up at the dinner table.
I finally ceased teasing my better half and rested my chin just above Omi's navel, twirling my index finger along the petite assassin's rib cage. His skin quivered under my touch.
I don't think God could have made a more beautiful person than Omi. He's so damn kind, forgiving; he never seems to complain about anything, regardless of how much Yoji and I tease him and call him 'Chibi.' He puts everyone else's well being before his own and never expects anything in return… And his body…yumm… His limbs seem slender and delicate, but he can pack a punch. Soft peach skin stretched out over lean muscle; it's only flaw that damned one-inch scar just below his rib cage. I went crazy the day he came home with that wound; punching walls and screaming like Aya about wiping the entire Takatori clan off the face of the earth. Surprisingly, it was Aya-kun who grabbed me and threw my body against the wall, telling me to 'get a grip on myself and go take care of Omi' because he 'needed me right now.'
Omi needs me…
You know something's wrong when Aya acts like the only rational, sane one in the group.
A gentle hand descended and shook my shoulder to break the trance of memory I was in. Deep blue eyes gazed down at me in concern.
"Ken-kun? What are you thinking about?"
"Have I ever told you how cute you look in the morning?"
His cheeks blushed and tiny giggles caused his stomach to vibrate under my touch. "Ken-kun, it's too early in the morning to be acting so cheesy."
"Ah ha!" I exclaimed and pulled myself up to plant a teasing kiss on Omi's forehead. "So you admit it's still early which means…"
Wrapping strong arms around the smaller boy's torso, I flipped our positions so that the blond's head lay on my chest.
" …That we can stay in bed a little longer."
"No." Omi laughed out as he tried to stand up; "We have to get a shower. We stink."
I pulled Omi back down; the hell I am letting this little beauty get away from me. "We'll shower together and save time, so stay."
"No. no. no. no. no. no. no. noooooo." The 17-year-old groaned, as I stubbornly laid sprawled out beneath him, one hand on each of his slender thighs. Kami-sama, I just want to spend the day in bed with him. I don't want to have to get up and face the outside world when everything inside this one room feels so incredible. But my young lover was resolved to help open the shop as planned. He pushed my hands aside and climbed off the bed, attempting to drag me, unwillingly, behind him.
However, I wasn't one to give in that easily. Omitchi was strong, but I had the athletes figure; I simply let my body go limp to act as dead weight as Omi attempted to pull my by the arm, naked, off the bed. We must have been one hell of a sight.
"We're gonna be late and Aya-kun is gonna have a fit." He wined, tugging with all his might on my left arm. His success rate was rather slow, as I moved about a centimeter across the bed with each tug.
Ugh! Who cares what Aya thinks! I've got the sexiest thing under six feet tall standing in front of me in his boxers! Aya and Yotan can wait!
"Well forgive me if I should invoke the wrath of the great Aya Fujimiya."
" I'm serious. You know how upset he gets when we leave him alone with all those energetic high-school girls. There's no school today, they'll be out in droves."
"Oh, poor Aya and Yoji, alone with a bunch of beautiful young women."
Omi gave up and released his grip. "You're usually out of bed and dressed before I even wake up. What's gotten into you this morning?"
I looked over and into those damn blue eyes. When I see those eyes I just lose myself. I can't explain why I want to spend the day in bed with him. I just do. Every moment we're together like this, I feel more alive, free, innocent: more like myself.
A resounding thud echoed as I rolled out of the twin-sized bed and onto the hard wood floor, tangling myself in a pile of dirty laundry. Note to self; wash the dirty socks before they develop a plan for bedroom domination.
Grasping the stray bed sheet and wrapping it around my waist to show some sign of modesty, (after all Omi did have boxers on) I stood and quickly rushed to envelop my lover's body in my arms.
Foreheads pressed, nose to nose, we stood lost in each other's eyes, lips only centimeters away but never touching. Soft wisps of breath brushed over heated cheeks as heartbeats quickened. We were so close yet so far away. I hoped that if we stayed that way maybe, somehow, I could convey the answer he wanted through my gaze.
"Ken-kun…" Omi breathed in a barely audible whisper, his voice tickling my lips. The ashen blond's expression remained questioning. He began to squirm but that only caused my muscular arms to tighten. A long silence ensued. I kept thinking of what I wanted to say, but kept losing the words. Finally, I breathed in sharply and let out the first thing that came to mind.
"Is it wrong for a person to want to stay where he feels…safe?"
For a moment Omi stood, eyes dazzled at my display of affection. Our relationship had always been kept so simple; when one had a rough night or couldn't sleep he'd crawl into the other's bed and the inevitable intercourse would follow. We didn't talk about it, it just was. I was treading on uncharted territory and feeling incredibly nervous. The blond's shaken expression wasn't very encouraging.
Tears seemed to be forming in the corners of those sparkling blue orbs, and the sight tugged at my heart. I leaned in to seal my words with a soft kiss. Although the touch only lasted a split second, time seemed to pause. In that moment, there was no one else in the world… just the two of us locked in each other's arms.
When we parted again, Omi smiled slyly at me before nestling his face in the curve of my neck. Everything just suddenly seemed wonderful. His soft voice tickled my ear as he spoke.
"I think I wouldn't mind if we could stay like this… forever."
I stopped breathing and my heart stood uncomfortably still. Somehow it seemed that Omi's statement should have made things… awkward…I mean, we weren't exactly dating and neither of us had ever been bold enough to openly say 'I love you'. The words just never seemed necessary. I wasn't even sure if the words were right.
But…it wasn't awkward.
Oddly enough, it felt damn near…perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Blackness engulfed the huddled Ken Hidaka as he awoke in the dank cell. His dreams had once again left him feeling shaken and forlorn. Tear filled chocolate eyes open to gaze into nothingness. He'd almost forgotten that morning, or maybe he tried to repress it in the back of his mind.
'Forever.' It was a promise.
Strange how solitary confinement always opened the floodgates to his memory banks. Most nights there filled Ken's cluttered mind with screams of the dead. Sometimes he'd dream of the better times; memories of the flower shop, or when he and the guys had bought that mobile home and taken a road trip selling flowers out of the back; when he'd first started in J-league and finally felt like the world was at his feet.
However it all developed into a lifetime of anger, deceit, and missed chances. He had more regrets at the age of twenty-five than most men did at fifty.
The steel gray walls and itchy stone washed uniforms didn't exactly make him feel secure, but at least he was where a killer belonged. It was the last wish that Omi Tsukiyono ever granted him… he put Ken where he belonged: a place where he was safe from himself.
He couldn't quite remember when the blood lust began, but it happened so naturally that Ken couldn't fight it. He was an assassin and assassins kill. So what if he began to enjoy his night job a bit more? Aya had been the first to attempt a conversation on the issue. But most everything the Weiss leader said to Ken came in the form of a lecture, so why would that conversation stand out?
It wasn't until the nightmares became progressively worse and began to bleed over into daylight flashbacks that it became apparent to Ken that it was a problem. But by then he was on his way to London with Yoji.
When Weiss finally disbanded, he gathered what was left of his pride and ran to the only person who could make the pain go away.
Neither man offered a sentimental gesture or word of good-bye the day Omi signed the papers. Ken spoke only to say 'thank you' before departing as a car was brought around.
He had tried to convince himself that Omi was still Omi despite his change of name, address, and occupation. But as the young heir handed over the documents sealing the ex-soccer star and Weiss member away from society, Ken noticed the last bit of light fizzle from his long time companion's eyes.
He knew in that moment he was no longer looking at Omi Tsukiyono. He was gazing into the cold eyes of Mamoru Takatori.
Their lives would forever be separate.
He had no contact with Aya after seeing the redhead off at the airport and Yoji had simply disappeared. Not that he could go find them if he wanted to, but that didn't stop him from wondering.
Prison wasn't exactly a field day, but at least he could play a little soccer in the yard and if he got pissed off he could punch some jackass who deserved it, for one reason or another.
Solitary confinement had its perks as well. If he woke up with a night terror he didn't have to worry about disturbing some roommate named 'Bubba.' Most importantly, he was alone.
If he was alone he couldn't harm anyone.
Curled into himself on a cold floor, Ken wiped away the last few drops of salty liquid as they seeped from the corners of his eyes. The creaking of sold steel, as the Guard slid open the cell door didn't even phase him. He didn't even cringe as the artificial light burned the outside of his eyelids.
"Outside. Time's up."
The brunet scoffed and buried his head in his folded arms, pulling his knees in tighter. Piercing brown eyes peered through chocolate bangs at the intruder.
"Can't I have a bit longer?"
The stocky middle-aged man rolled his eyes. "Listen kid, da warden says 'out'. Apparently you got company."
Company? Now that was something new. For over a year he'd been sealed away from society and not once had anyone come to see him. Not that anyone knew where to find him.
Surprised, he lifted his head enough to see the polished black boots of the guard inches from his face.
"Who?"
"I don't know. Ya go down there and they give ya fifteen minutes to sit with your loved one and sob about how much ya miss them and then I drag ya right back here. Got it? Ain't none of my business who the hell it is. Don't be coming back up here and expect to cry on my shoulder because yer girlfriend got knocked up by some other guy. I got more important shit to worry about."
Ken smirked. "I doubt that will be an issue."
…real men only cry in the dark.
Lifting his body as if he had bricks in his pockets, Ken stood and allowed the guard to shackle his arms and legs so that he could be brought to the visitors' center.
Only one person in the world knew where Ken was, but he never thought the bastard would have the audacity to come and visit.
TBC…
Ok so how was that? Not my first fic but definitely a new group of boys to play with ^_^ …I've been a huge Weiss fan for a long time and it wasn't until I saw "Gluhen" that I really felt this pestering urge to write fiction.
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