Author's notes: This is my first fanfic, and it's a Weiß/Pertenum crossover. Pertenum is mine, Weiss, Kritiker & etc. belong to Koyasu Takehito & Co. Please don't sue, and if you're kind enough to rate, please be kind enough to be honest; harsh comments are badly needed. Pertenum is posted in fictionpress.com, in case you'd like to read the backstory of this fic.
Warning/s: language, first person perspective
Crossing Lines: First Word
June 28, Chabola Road, San Fransisco.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon for me. Dismiss the fact that it looked like it was going to rain; it looked wonderful, with the grayish tint of the sky and the faint light that filtered through the clouds. I loved days like this. It quite reminded me of a time when I felt the same for summer days, where the sun shone so bright I risked my eyes to blindness and the lack of clouds on a perfectly blue sky looked to me like the best kind of day I could ever have...
But I was wrong about that.
The sun never shone for someone cursed like me.
Nonetheless...
"Cielo!"
What in the world... I thought for a moment. Who would ever think of looking for me, especially on a day like this? Surely they had someone to cuddle up with to lessen the cold, like of cold winter nights with them that I we spent near the church –
No.
"Cielo, there you are!!!"
A nasal voice that sang of days spent in dark solitary. Exactly when I started to hear the music in every sound I have no idea, but I know to whom this voice belongs, even without its theatrical symbolism.
"Stop looking at me like that."
Kale Enschell. My keeper.
I've never thought he'd be back soon. I suppose I expected him to stay in London for a bit longer than he was meant to; after all, it was an important meeting. One that actually concerned my value to my society. Not what I can do for it, anyway.
Though I would rather have it that way, than be evaluated as such...
"You're early." I should have been uncivil with him now, as I always have been, but his absence, surprisingly, left me feeling something suspiciously too similar to loneliness. Something that told me I, heaven forbid, missed him, wanted him to return and make up for his absence. And that's unacceptable. I pride myself for my control over such trivial emotions, things that will not help me accomplish my tasks and render weak in my capabilities.
No. I did not miss him.
"I am," he said, looking at his watch, "...actually late by two days, if you don't mind me correcting you." Smirk. I hate that part. "Eh, you still do. Did anything change during my leave??" He must have noticed. How quaint.
"Nothing changed," I replied, pleased by the absence of his voice in the air. you have changed...
Silence. No, I will not say anything, prompt or otherwise. It is none of my business to inquire about his stand, of how he defended my position, no matter how much I owe him for saving my life too many a time. I've pushed him away too many times.
"Indecision." What? How the hell did you –
"Surprised, huh?" How dare you tell me that. You flip your lighter on, then flip it off again. I hate that.
"The board," A cigarette gets lit, "said that they were... willing to take you back.." Smoke is exhaled. Damn it, you don't have to blow it to my face.
Catch. There always is one.
"But," I prompted, "there always is a 'but' to their decisions. So what's the catch?"
"There's a group in Tokyo Japan. They call themselves... Weiss." Flick of a lighter. Another cigarette, then a puff of smoke.
"White ones, huh?" How unoriginal.
"Their base of operations is at a flower shop called 'Kitten in the House'. Four members, the youngest around 18 years old, the eldest is around 23 or 24." Pause for that god damned effect. I'm going to kill you someday soon, Kale.
Puff of smoke. Do you realize how much that reminds me of him?
"They've come across Estet agents, and you'll be happy to know that it's that fucking German who tried to get off on you. Plus that Crawford guy, precog, and two others that wouldn't be much trouble for you." So what exactly am I supposed to do?
A look at my face. God, is it any less obvious? I don't have time.
Sigh. So what's the matter now?
"I know it's hard for you, with all the deaths happening around us, and his – "
"Shut up." Don't say it. If anything, don't say it.
"Cielo, listen..."
"No." Stop it, before the pain gets real. Before I start feeling it again. No, not ever, you're not even –
"Mmmphfhh... Let go!"
[LET GO OF ME!!!]
Mental screams. If anything, I'd thank you for that.
"You had it coming, Kale. I hate when I'm touched."
"What, reminds you of your old boyfriend, doesn't it?"
Don't push.
Like I said, I don't have the luxury of time. Any moment, any day, any fucking second and everything I've worked for gets buried a thousand miles below us.
"It's not always just you, Cielo. This Weiss, they've been fighting men, fighting themselves, their differences, all that shit about righteousness just to protect fuckin' Tokyo." Drag, puff, remove from lips, flick. "Get the point, Kessy. They fight your fight. All justified murder and that shit."
You forget.
"Kale, for once, let me tell you how things work for me. These... "men", as you say, did not have to kill children. These men have probably never killed a pregnant woman, or a young boy who mistook one of them as an older brother –"
"Kessy –"
"Don't call me that. And I'm not done talking yet. Kale, I kill people because I get killed if I don't. Mafia people are after my head, yakuza guys want me six feet under, and in case you forgot, my sister whom I tried to murder not too long ago is out and about after running away from wherever you locked her up. Do you know just how much she wants to kill me?"
Silence. No fancy action, no crappy comment. God, you must be really happy about this, aren't you?
"She wants to kill you." Fine, statement.
"And she'll kill everybody else to do so."
Actually, my dearest little sis would do more than that, but you don't care anyway, do you?
"Your flight's scheduled in four days." Is that the second or the third cigarette? "No, I can't go yet. Though you'd need a tour guide, it's been a decade since we were last there."
"You mean the murder-the-yakuza-heads mission, or the two week vacation?"
"Nah." Where the hell did you get that freakin' Zippo? "Get me some wind chimes."
...
...
"So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"
Yep. I hate you.
TBC
I hope it's not too confusing... it is my first fanfic, sorry.
Warning/s: language, first person perspective
Crossing Lines: First Word
June 28, Chabola Road, San Fransisco.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon for me. Dismiss the fact that it looked like it was going to rain; it looked wonderful, with the grayish tint of the sky and the faint light that filtered through the clouds. I loved days like this. It quite reminded me of a time when I felt the same for summer days, where the sun shone so bright I risked my eyes to blindness and the lack of clouds on a perfectly blue sky looked to me like the best kind of day I could ever have...
But I was wrong about that.
The sun never shone for someone cursed like me.
Nonetheless...
"Cielo!"
What in the world... I thought for a moment. Who would ever think of looking for me, especially on a day like this? Surely they had someone to cuddle up with to lessen the cold, like of cold winter nights with them that I we spent near the church –
No.
"Cielo, there you are!!!"
A nasal voice that sang of days spent in dark solitary. Exactly when I started to hear the music in every sound I have no idea, but I know to whom this voice belongs, even without its theatrical symbolism.
"Stop looking at me like that."
Kale Enschell. My keeper.
I've never thought he'd be back soon. I suppose I expected him to stay in London for a bit longer than he was meant to; after all, it was an important meeting. One that actually concerned my value to my society. Not what I can do for it, anyway.
Though I would rather have it that way, than be evaluated as such...
"You're early." I should have been uncivil with him now, as I always have been, but his absence, surprisingly, left me feeling something suspiciously too similar to loneliness. Something that told me I, heaven forbid, missed him, wanted him to return and make up for his absence. And that's unacceptable. I pride myself for my control over such trivial emotions, things that will not help me accomplish my tasks and render weak in my capabilities.
No. I did not miss him.
"I am," he said, looking at his watch, "...actually late by two days, if you don't mind me correcting you." Smirk. I hate that part. "Eh, you still do. Did anything change during my leave??" He must have noticed. How quaint.
"Nothing changed," I replied, pleased by the absence of his voice in the air. you have changed...
Silence. No, I will not say anything, prompt or otherwise. It is none of my business to inquire about his stand, of how he defended my position, no matter how much I owe him for saving my life too many a time. I've pushed him away too many times.
"Indecision." What? How the hell did you –
"Surprised, huh?" How dare you tell me that. You flip your lighter on, then flip it off again. I hate that.
"The board," A cigarette gets lit, "said that they were... willing to take you back.." Smoke is exhaled. Damn it, you don't have to blow it to my face.
Catch. There always is one.
"But," I prompted, "there always is a 'but' to their decisions. So what's the catch?"
"There's a group in Tokyo Japan. They call themselves... Weiss." Flick of a lighter. Another cigarette, then a puff of smoke.
"White ones, huh?" How unoriginal.
"Their base of operations is at a flower shop called 'Kitten in the House'. Four members, the youngest around 18 years old, the eldest is around 23 or 24." Pause for that god damned effect. I'm going to kill you someday soon, Kale.
Puff of smoke. Do you realize how much that reminds me of him?
"They've come across Estet agents, and you'll be happy to know that it's that fucking German who tried to get off on you. Plus that Crawford guy, precog, and two others that wouldn't be much trouble for you." So what exactly am I supposed to do?
A look at my face. God, is it any less obvious? I don't have time.
Sigh. So what's the matter now?
"I know it's hard for you, with all the deaths happening around us, and his – "
"Shut up." Don't say it. If anything, don't say it.
"Cielo, listen..."
"No." Stop it, before the pain gets real. Before I start feeling it again. No, not ever, you're not even –
"Mmmphfhh... Let go!"
[LET GO OF ME!!!]
Mental screams. If anything, I'd thank you for that.
"You had it coming, Kale. I hate when I'm touched."
"What, reminds you of your old boyfriend, doesn't it?"
Don't push.
Like I said, I don't have the luxury of time. Any moment, any day, any fucking second and everything I've worked for gets buried a thousand miles below us.
"It's not always just you, Cielo. This Weiss, they've been fighting men, fighting themselves, their differences, all that shit about righteousness just to protect fuckin' Tokyo." Drag, puff, remove from lips, flick. "Get the point, Kessy. They fight your fight. All justified murder and that shit."
You forget.
"Kale, for once, let me tell you how things work for me. These... "men", as you say, did not have to kill children. These men have probably never killed a pregnant woman, or a young boy who mistook one of them as an older brother –"
"Kessy –"
"Don't call me that. And I'm not done talking yet. Kale, I kill people because I get killed if I don't. Mafia people are after my head, yakuza guys want me six feet under, and in case you forgot, my sister whom I tried to murder not too long ago is out and about after running away from wherever you locked her up. Do you know just how much she wants to kill me?"
Silence. No fancy action, no crappy comment. God, you must be really happy about this, aren't you?
"She wants to kill you." Fine, statement.
"And she'll kill everybody else to do so."
Actually, my dearest little sis would do more than that, but you don't care anyway, do you?
"Your flight's scheduled in four days." Is that the second or the third cigarette? "No, I can't go yet. Though you'd need a tour guide, it's been a decade since we were last there."
"You mean the murder-the-yakuza-heads mission, or the two week vacation?"
"Nah." Where the hell did you get that freakin' Zippo? "Get me some wind chimes."
...
...
"So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"
Yep. I hate you.
TBC
I hope it's not too confusing... it is my first fanfic, sorry.