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, violence, hints of rape and suicide, occasional first person perspective
Note: /text/ = thoughts or flashbacks
Crossing Lines: O-kay... Who are you? Part Two
[04:00 PM, Tokyo]
...I'm sorry that I hurt you... ...It's something I must live with everyday...
/The sound of a gun blasting through the midnight air, the smell of its smoke filling my lungs... Blood spattering across my face, faces falling into shock as Adriel stands frozen, the pain in his chest resulting to a gaping hole... The soundless cry that runs out of my throat as his face contorts to an expression of pain... A final look at me, disbelieving, as he slumps forward and I drop the gun... people clapping, some crying, some cursing.../
...And all the pain I put you through... ...I wish that I could take it all away...
/...A girl running across the room, diving towards me just as the wall and glass windows get blown up from my side... shrapnel hitting my face and side... shards and splinters cover the place... then the warm dripping sound and crimson liquid drop onto the carpeted floor...my best friend, the only one that ever existed, a bloody and stumped area where her left ear was supposed to be... the rest of her body is mangled, I can't recognize her... my screams sound foreign to me as it pierces the air.../
...And be that one who catches all your tears... ...That's why I need you to hear...
/...Shock running through me, all kinds of reflexes go down... I'm left vulnerable... my clothes are torn, seam to stitch, my hands tied and my eyes covered... one familiar voice, one I almost trusted... leering... humiliation dawns on me, painful and heady, like a drug... My head spins... Denial turns into horrid realization rapidly... rape... I was being raped, after so many years of believing it wouldn't happen again... but this was reality hitting me violently... this was surreal, but it's still happening.../
...I've found a reason for me...
...To change who I used to be...
/Insanity. I'm sitting in a fucking asylum, rocking myself back and forth, cowering like a fucking baby, crying like I've been scared out of my head, and everyone whom I ever saw drops down dead. Killing spree sounds nice, doesn't it? Sounds fucking crazy, doesn't it? Shit, you locked me up here telling everyone I'm aphasiac and crazy, and to hell, yeah, I'll cut your throat if I ever get to you.../
...A reason to start over new...
...and the reason is you...
DITDIT, DITDIT, DITDIT...
/Snap into focus. Damn./
Cielo sat up lazily. /I fell asleep, didn't I?/ She shifted on the bed; by the time she made her way back to the hotel, she was ready to faint in the lobby. She sighed.
/So somehow, I managed to make it to the bed, huh?/
/Why do I have to dream about every fucking misfortune that happens to me when I need rest the most?/ She grunted. /Fucking luck, now I'll be mope and go angsty for the rest of the day.../
Something stirred near the window. Cielo smiled a bit, noticing the glass was back. Then she noticed a tabby cat with one green eye and one blue eye staring at her. Cielo frowned; the ledge of the window was hardly one foot in width, and her room was on one of the top floors of the hotel. The nearest roof was at least ten meters below her window. Hard for a cat to reach, unless...
/The fuck... Carol?/
Cielo stood up and ran to the window, whipping it open before she was even close enough for balance. She swayed a bit from the momentum while the tabby slinked into the room.
/Nice place.../ A voice purred in her head. Cielo slammed the window shut.
/What are you doing here?/ Cielo shot back. It wasn't like Carol to visit, in the middle of "work" no less.
/Now now, Sis... You should be happy.../ The cat swished its tail, sweeping the carpet a moment before the feline morphed, slowly, into a tall, blonde lady.
"Now that, I am happy about." Cielo smirked; it had been a long time since she last saw her older sister. "Many things have changed, Kiya..."
"Shut up, Kessy, and don't brag."
Carol Zarela, Keeshia Stanford, Kiya, whatever you call her, to everyone in SS she was Cristi Anne. She was tall, like everyone in their former family – well, whatever was left of them. Her wavy hair was many shades of yellow, reaching up to her ankles in length. Her eyes were silver-blue with deep blue vertical slits across the pupils. She had fair skin, bordering on pale, and was mottled near her hands and feet. If anything, she looked more like a model than an assassin, as she and her sisters were. Especially with skintight leather suit she was wearing, she definitely painted a different picture than what she really was.
Cielo coughed and smirked. "What brings you here?"
Carol turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "You mean you thought I wouldn't know?"
/Figures./ Cielo thought. "Don't hope for a family reunion."
Carol looked down, then looked up and smiled. "Can't help it."
Carol proceeded to stretch languidly, much like a cat. She basked in the sunshine rays filtering through the glass of the window. Then she sighed.
"What happened, Kessy?"
More than anything, Cielo did not want to talk about what had happened. The incident in question? Cielo sighed.
"I tried to kill Cecil. Of course, it got me in trouble with the big guys, and Cecil's crazy enough, she wants revenge."
The older woman nodded. "Evaluation?"
"Yep."
"Well then," Carol said, taking a happier tone, "Best be off!!! You have a job, I have a date, and I just felt you out so I dropped by."
"That's it?"
Carol winked, walked over to the window and opened it. She smiled one last time at her sister's direction before jumping straight out the window in her cat form.
Cielo sighed, while two somethings beeped.
One was her I-pod; she uploaded an alarm that sounded off when the battery is almost out. The other beeping thing was her cellphone. She picked it up.
["You've got mail! You've mail!"]
[I'm bringing Weiss. –Birman]
TBC
Warning/s: language, violence, hints of rape and suicide, occasional first person perspective
Note: /text/ = thoughts or flashbacks
Crossing Lines: O-kay... Who are you? Part Two
[04:00 PM, Tokyo]
...I'm sorry that I hurt you... ...It's something I must live with everyday...
/The sound of a gun blasting through the midnight air, the smell of its smoke filling my lungs... Blood spattering across my face, faces falling into shock as Adriel stands frozen, the pain in his chest resulting to a gaping hole... The soundless cry that runs out of my throat as his face contorts to an expression of pain... A final look at me, disbelieving, as he slumps forward and I drop the gun... people clapping, some crying, some cursing.../
...And all the pain I put you through... ...I wish that I could take it all away...
/...A girl running across the room, diving towards me just as the wall and glass windows get blown up from my side... shrapnel hitting my face and side... shards and splinters cover the place... then the warm dripping sound and crimson liquid drop onto the carpeted floor...my best friend, the only one that ever existed, a bloody and stumped area where her left ear was supposed to be... the rest of her body is mangled, I can't recognize her... my screams sound foreign to me as it pierces the air.../
...And be that one who catches all your tears... ...That's why I need you to hear...
/...Shock running through me, all kinds of reflexes go down... I'm left vulnerable... my clothes are torn, seam to stitch, my hands tied and my eyes covered... one familiar voice, one I almost trusted... leering... humiliation dawns on me, painful and heady, like a drug... My head spins... Denial turns into horrid realization rapidly... rape... I was being raped, after so many years of believing it wouldn't happen again... but this was reality hitting me violently... this was surreal, but it's still happening.../
...I've found a reason for me...
...To change who I used to be...
/Insanity. I'm sitting in a fucking asylum, rocking myself back and forth, cowering like a fucking baby, crying like I've been scared out of my head, and everyone whom I ever saw drops down dead. Killing spree sounds nice, doesn't it? Sounds fucking crazy, doesn't it? Shit, you locked me up here telling everyone I'm aphasiac and crazy, and to hell, yeah, I'll cut your throat if I ever get to you.../
...A reason to start over new...
...and the reason is you...
DITDIT, DITDIT, DITDIT...
/Snap into focus. Damn./
Cielo sat up lazily. /I fell asleep, didn't I?/ She shifted on the bed; by the time she made her way back to the hotel, she was ready to faint in the lobby. She sighed.
/So somehow, I managed to make it to the bed, huh?/
/Why do I have to dream about every fucking misfortune that happens to me when I need rest the most?/ She grunted. /Fucking luck, now I'll be mope and go angsty for the rest of the day.../
Something stirred near the window. Cielo smiled a bit, noticing the glass was back. Then she noticed a tabby cat with one green eye and one blue eye staring at her. Cielo frowned; the ledge of the window was hardly one foot in width, and her room was on one of the top floors of the hotel. The nearest roof was at least ten meters below her window. Hard for a cat to reach, unless...
/The fuck... Carol?/
Cielo stood up and ran to the window, whipping it open before she was even close enough for balance. She swayed a bit from the momentum while the tabby slinked into the room.
/Nice place.../ A voice purred in her head. Cielo slammed the window shut.
/What are you doing here?/ Cielo shot back. It wasn't like Carol to visit, in the middle of "work" no less.
/Now now, Sis... You should be happy.../ The cat swished its tail, sweeping the carpet a moment before the feline morphed, slowly, into a tall, blonde lady.
"Now that, I am happy about." Cielo smirked; it had been a long time since she last saw her older sister. "Many things have changed, Kiya..."
"Shut up, Kessy, and don't brag."
Carol Zarela, Keeshia Stanford, Kiya, whatever you call her, to everyone in SS she was Cristi Anne. She was tall, like everyone in their former family – well, whatever was left of them. Her wavy hair was many shades of yellow, reaching up to her ankles in length. Her eyes were silver-blue with deep blue vertical slits across the pupils. She had fair skin, bordering on pale, and was mottled near her hands and feet. If anything, she looked more like a model than an assassin, as she and her sisters were. Especially with skintight leather suit she was wearing, she definitely painted a different picture than what she really was.
Cielo coughed and smirked. "What brings you here?"
Carol turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "You mean you thought I wouldn't know?"
/Figures./ Cielo thought. "Don't hope for a family reunion."
Carol looked down, then looked up and smiled. "Can't help it."
Carol proceeded to stretch languidly, much like a cat. She basked in the sunshine rays filtering through the glass of the window. Then she sighed.
"What happened, Kessy?"
More than anything, Cielo did not want to talk about what had happened. The incident in question? Cielo sighed.
"I tried to kill Cecil. Of course, it got me in trouble with the big guys, and Cecil's crazy enough, she wants revenge."
The older woman nodded. "Evaluation?"
"Yep."
"Well then," Carol said, taking a happier tone, "Best be off!!! You have a job, I have a date, and I just felt you out so I dropped by."
"That's it?"
Carol winked, walked over to the window and opened it. She smiled one last time at her sister's direction before jumping straight out the window in her cat form.
Cielo sighed, while two somethings beeped.
One was her I-pod; she uploaded an alarm that sounded off when the battery is almost out. The other beeping thing was her cellphone. She picked it up.
["You've got mail! You've mail!"]
[I'm bringing Weiss. –Birman]
TBC