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, occasional first person perspective

Notes: /text/ = thoughts

Crossing Lines: O-kay... Who are you? Part One

[12:04 PM, Koneko flower shop, 3rd floor]

Ken was late. He was so late Aya would probably go all "SHI-NE!!!" on him and cut his head off with his katana. That or he'll be spending the rest of the day doing everything else like sweeping the floor, throwing out the trash and putting up with the squealing fangirls till the gods know when.

/Why didn't the alarm clock work?!?/

Ken ran some more across the hall, down the stairs, - turn to the left- down the stairs again and –

BLAG!

"Eh, what?"

Omi looked down to see Ken unconscious on the floor.

"Eep..."

[12:04, Koneko flower shop, 1st floor]

Yohji sat in silence in the kitchen. Aya sat across him, eating the Chinese take-out they ordered for lunch. /Really, we can afford for something else.../ Yohji facefaulted.

"Yo, Aya..."

Amethyst eyes looked up at Yohji, slightly narrowing, before looking back at its owner's lunch. "Nani?"

"Well, Omi... He's... Well, I don't know, he's been... Different. Since, you know, that incident with Shcwartz. I was... I'm worried."

Aya sighed and put down his chopsticks. "That's not our problem. He's old enough to work his issues out."

Yohji snorted. "That's just like you, isn't it?"

He looked to his left and sighed. /Dammit, where's Ken??/ Yohji pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

"You're not smoking in here."

Yohji looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "You... that's Omi's line, Aya." Yohji lit his cigarette.

Aya was in the process of standing up and pulling Yohji's cigarette from his fingers when something went BLAG from upstairs. Both of them looked up.

"Ken's awake then."

[12:30 PM, Tokyo, and some random street]

Okay, I'm hungry.

I've been walking in circles already, and I'm pretty tired. Not to mention I skipped breakfast when someone crashed through my window and tried to stab me, which turns out to be my little sister. And I thought I only get attacked at clubs.

"...I know that I'm carryin' on, never mind if I'm showin' off, I was just frontin'..."

Well, at least my I-pod wasn't wrecked last night; I just uploaded a lot of songs last night.

Okay, this says... wait a minute... which side of this map is up? Is this kanji or... what is this?

[12:45, Koneko flower shop, shop proper]

Ken's head throbbed with pain. He tried to open his eyes a bit, but his head really spun this way and that so much he could barely know whether he was upright or upside down.

"Whu-"

A high-pitched voice hit Ken's ears.

"Ken-kun!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really –sniff- didn' mean tha'..."

"Omi, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!!!"

Ken sat up, or tried to, at least. He managed a somewhat upright position and put his hands on his forehead. "What hit me?"

At this Yohji chuckled a bit from the side. "Haha... From what Omi said, he opened his door just when you turned and ran off the second floor landing." Yohji pointed to his forehead. "You hit the door headlong." Yohji proceeded to laugh out loud.

Ken just facefaulted, then turned his attention to Omi.

"Omittchi, you're supposed to be in bed. What are you doing here? You have a fever, dint'choo?"

Omi's face fell a bit, but he smiled nonetheless. "My head was beginning to get stuffy from lying in bed for almost a week, so I decided to get up and get some air."

Ken stared blankly. "The only air you get here comes from Yohji's ashtray."

Yohji put on a face, trying to look hurt. "Hey, if I didn't smoke that much, where'd we get the carbon dioxide for the plants? B'sides, the fangirls take up all the oxygen there is in the shop and suffocates us all. Geez, I'm only helping!"

Omi suppressed a laugh while Ken chortled. "Yeah? Well, I was just worrying about our lungs here. I wouldn't want to die of a heart attack in the middle of a mission, would I?"

At this Omi burst out laughing, Ken was biting down on his knuckles and Yohji had this stupid grin on his face.

Meanwhile, across the room, Aya folded his arms, shook his head and wondered what was so funny and went "Hn" before flipping the 'Closed for lunch' sign to 'Open'.

[02:00 PM, Tokyo]

"... my loneliness is killing me... AND I!!! I must confess, I still believe (STILL BELIEVE!!!)... if I'm not with you, I lose my mind, GIVE ME A SIIIIGN!!! HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!!!"

That was NOT Britney's version, thank you...

Where the FUCK am I, anyway?

Oh, wow, I can't remember the way to the hotel, and I have to meet that Kritiker agent at 5 PM this afternoon.

Please don't rain. [02:00 PM, somewhere else in Tokyo]

"So who is it again?" Manx asked Birman from across the table. The two Kritiker agents were given a coffee break, and so they were at a cafeteria from across their office.

Birman sipped her black coffee and pursed her lips. "It's a girl that goes by the name Kessy Abrera. While this is probably her alias, that's the name we were advised to use to address her." Birman put her cup down.

"We're picking her up today?" Manx inquired.

"This afternoon at 5, actually." Birman looked at her watch. "Coffee break's almost over."

"Well then..." Manx left some change on the table and stood, following Birman out of the cafeteria. /Birman's quite distracted./

Well, Birman was more than distracted. By the time she finally reached her desk, she was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the girl tapping on her table.

"Birman? Hello?"

Birman snapped into attention. "Hm? Oh, Kyrie. You..."

Kyrie Homura was one of Kritiker's new information gatherers. Not exactly an informant, but rather she collects the information and files it accordingly. /Early delivery./

"Some paperwork, ma'am. It's... Baby Red's profile." Birman looked into the younger woman's eyes, as if questioning her. Kyrie fidgeted.

"It was handed to me by some of my superiors... they said I should give it to you immediately..." Kyrie looked away; she was still new to Birman's calculating stare. "It was sent upon request by our contacts from SS." Her voice was barely audible, but Birman had heard enough.

"Birman took the files from Kyrie's hands and shuffled them. "You can go now, then."

Kyrie let out her breathe. "T-thank you, ma'am."

Birman stopped and looked up. "K, don't call me ma'am." Kyrie just looked back. "Uhm... I..."

"You make me sound old, you know."

Both females smiled at each other. "I'll leave then, Miss Birman."

As soon as the door closed, Birman pulled out the files from its envelope and momentarily scanned the first few pages. What she read piqued her interest more than a little.

/This... is.../

Birman raised the cluster of pages to her eye level.

The first page stated basic information, but aside from age, legal name, height and weight, everything else was left blank or was marked 'unknown'. The next few pages stated her background; both parents murdered, has 6 siblings, 4 are males, 3 of them dead, 2 sisters whose status are unknown and...

/A... a miscarriage?/

Birman put the files down and raised a hand, the ends of her fingers barely touching her forehead. /That can't be right.../ Though why she thought s, Birman couldn't say. She continued to read the pages, reading every line and backtracking occasionally, until-

...started working in the Society at the age of 6, during which she went from a novice to a high-ranking assassin within the span of 8 months. One of her most impressive works include the massacre of many yakuza families at the age of 9.All subordinates and their families were also killed. Entire job was accomplished in 2 months, an impressive...

Birman dropped the files. She removed the pages about the operative's work history and placed it inside a separate folder. /The boys need to read this if they're supposed to get through.../ Birman went through the medical files and frowned. Most were blank.

"No records on hospitalizations, surgery, therapies, not even a little paragraph about a flu..."

Birman leaned against her chair, heaved a sigh, shook her head and pushed the files away. "Why send it if there's nothing in it?" she thought aloud.

/Then again, it's not too useless... I'll just assume this girl's a cold- hearted bitch./

Her tabletop clock blinked 2:25.

She turned to her computer and typed down a message.

TBC

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