Disclaimer: None of the WK characters belong to me, they belong to their
respective owner, and the only character that belongs to me is Kit.
Please take it easy on me minna, this is my first fic in a while and I don't know if it will suck yet or not.
---This story takes place after the first Weiss Kruez OVA.
Cross from the Past
Chapter 1: Comrades in Need
10:11 p.m. Shinge Apartment Complex
The young teenager paced around the cozy living room, irritated by her own thought. She couldn't relax, not in this apartment, not in this humble room, it didn't belong to her. Hard black boots clipped on the wooden floor as she made her way to the heavily curtained window. Drawing back the shade she was assaulted with the bright lights and sounds of the busy city below her. Tokyo, a place of dark memories and nightmares made more bitter-sweet with the passing of years, a place she never wished to return to.
A meow from the computer drew her attention away from her thoughts. Looking over her stormy grey eyes landed on an equally stormy grey cat whose fur was a total flawless grey excluding the small white chin and odd black mark on its forehead. With a heavy sigh the girl made her way across the expansion of the room to where the computer sat and a clear glass table. The only other object gracing its surface was a picture in a wooden frame; it held the image of the girl and also an older woman, the true owner of the apartment.
"What is it that's bothering you Vega?" the girl inquired to the cat. In response the cat sat up and stretched, seeming totally unconcerned about how she was taken up this girl's time. After a few quick licks to her side the cat called Vega jumped down of the computer and onto the keyboard, accidentally switching the machine from standby to running. As if in response to the girl's question a message popped up on the glowing screen.
Kit- There are some lost kittens in the park.-
The message was signed with a white cross outlined in black. The teenager, also known as Kit to a few, but Catherine too many others sighed. She really didn't need this crap now; heaven knows she really didn't want to be here anyway. If it wasn't for the fact that she had promised her long time friend Saya that she would house-sit for her she would be back in her home in America right now. She spun and paced a few feet away, a stray hand sliding through her waist length brownish-gold hair searching for knots and just relieving the girls' anxiety.
Behind her the computer beeped again. She turned to read the new message.
-Hurry or innocents will die-
Damn, how did this person know she was in Tokyo anyway, Kit knew she hadn't told anyone that she was leaving, not that there was anyone important to tell. Innocents will die. Dang, this person knew just how to catch her attention too. With a final shake of her head Kit raced to the door and grabbed her black leather coat, slipping it on she fished equally black riding gloves out of her pocket and put them on. She turned to exit only to see Vega blocking her path.
"Nuh-uh kitty, don't even think about it, Saya would kill me if I took you." she stated giving the cat a look that would make most shiver. The animal just shrugged it off but moved to jump on the couch as if that had been its plan all along. All other matters aside, Kit grabbed a long black bundle hidden by a heavy cloak and exited the apartment, making sure to lock the door on the way out.
10:35 p.m. Kinato Park
Heavy panting filled the air; the ground was covered in a smooth layer of new snow, only disturbed by the slight wind that blew. That was at least until you reached the center off the park. This section looked like a scene straight out of hell. The pure white snow was splattered with blood, both new and old. Random pieces of clothing were found scattered about and there air was filled with the copper scent of blood. This was were Weiss was battling it out with each other, a mission gone wrong had torn the team apart and now they were battling to the death, two because they were told to, and the others to uphold what they felt in their hearts was right.
"Yoji.....please stop...we shouldn't fight, were...were teammates." Omi begged. At the moment the boy was wrapped from neck to knees in Yoji's strong thread, the string cutting in to his young flesh. He cries out in pain, they shouldn't fight, they were friends. His opponent was no better; Yoji sported a crossbow shaft in leg that bled sluggishly as well as numerous cuts from thrown darts.
Not ten feet away Ken and Aya were mere inches apart, katana crossed with claws close to their chests. Both were badly injured but nether was ready to give up.
"Aya please, you know this is wrong." Ken untangled his claws from Aya's sword and jumped a couple of feet back, slouching from the burning pain coming from the gash in his side. He really didn't want to fight the older man. Before he could speak again Aya charged, sword raised to kill. Ken ducked his head in defeat, his energy was all gone and he could not hold up much longer. Much better for it to end quickly by Aya's hand, he thought as he squeezed his brown eyes shut, anticipating the strike that was to come.
The sound of metal colliding with metal made Kens eyes snap open. In front of him blocking the sword that would have sent him to join Kase in hell was a teenage girl. To Ken's eye she couldn't be more that 16, about Omi's age. In one hand she held a katana much like Aya's, only with two blades on opposite sides, over her head efficiently blocking the strike aimed for him. In a fast move she twisted her wrist and Ken saw the deep midnight blue shine of her sword before she disarmed Aya and flung him into a nearby trashcan. Ken heard the sound of his head hitting metal and he didn't stir, Ken hoped he was just unconscious and not died.
"I'll be back in a second." The voice caught him off guard. Ken turned back to the girl. At the moment she was sliding her sword back into its sheath, belted on her back.
"Huh?" was all he could come up with. His head was getting fogging and he couldn't seem to see straight. She turned to him, casting a wary grey eye in his direction and pointed somewhere to his left. Still confused he turned in the direction she pointed and saw Omi's withering on the ground, wrapped in thread as Yoji looked on grimly, neither seemed to notice the girl's appearance. Ken wanted to yell to Omi but his throat was dry, he couldn't swallow let alone yell to his comrade.
Something whistled through the air past Ken's ear and suddenly the threads around Omi slacked and the youth fell to the ground. A silver dagger appeared stuck in a nearby tree. Yoji looked around in confusion, no one on his team used daggers. A movement near Omi brought his attention back to the boy and a hand to the button on his watch. To his surprise kneeling on the ground near the boy was the cutest girl he had ever seen, that is under 18 anyway. As he watched the girl checked the unconscious boys pulse then started examining his body. Yoji was frozen in uncertainty, was this girl an enemy?
"So, you guys will do anything you're ordered to won't you?" Stormy grey eyes met jade green for the first time and Yoji was stunned. This girl's eyes held such contempt and disgust it made the older assassin feel like his stomach had turned to ice.
"Who are you to judge me?" he retorted, feeling the fine edge of anger and well as fatigue and the throbbing pain in his wound. To his surprise the girl just laughed, she was laughing at him like this was the funniest thing she had heard. It pissed him off. Not caring anymore he fired his string at her, ready to add another to his list of killings. He heard Ken yell a warning to the girl but it was too late, Yoji knew it would be over in a matter of seconds. His string never connected with his target, he looked around confused, too him the girl had just disappeared. Too late he felt the fist connect with his jaw and everything went black.
Kit let a breath out, swiping a stray hair out of her face. If she hadn't ducked when she did she probably would have been following these boys to the grave. She wiped the sweat of her forehead with the back of her glove and looked at the man lying in the snow at her feet. He sure was a pretty-boy, to bad she had to hit him in the face. She shrugged to find the only member she thought was still conscious had fainted. Great, she thought, I have four men here who need semi- serious medical treatment and their all unconscious. Of course she wouldn't have this problem if the owned a van instead of a motorcycle but that's beside the point.
I guess its times like this you call on favors; she thought as she pulled out her cell-phone and dialed a repair shop that was owned by a friend. Less than ten minutes later the tired teenager and an equally tired mechanic pulled into the Shinge Apartment Complex. With a lot of grunts and quite a few curses the two somehow managed to get the four boys into the living room. Vega, totally oblivious to the situation curled up on the only part of Ken's chest not matted with blood. After many thanks to the old mechanic and a promise to visit later in the week Kit finally closed the door and looked at her four charges. They all needed help, but it wasn't really that major. Looking at them Kit's chest clenched, what irony was it that these boys were forced to fight one another? To her they looked like a group of lost kittens. Amused by her own thoughts she laughed.
She had to put a stop to this fight or it would just start again. Kit bit her lower lip, drawing blood, but that would mean getting more involved than she wanted to be. Again she cursed herself for caring too much about others and sat down at her laptop to write a quick message before treating the boys.
-Manx Kritika has gone to far, stop this now or I will take you all down. I will not allow this to continue. The kittens are under MY protection now.
The original Kitten-
Hands trembling Kit pushed the button and sent the e-mail. Too late to regret this now, her decision was made. Looking over her shoulder she spotted Vega lying on the boy with goggles purring. Damn, this is seriously not my day.
Okay people, I need some comments now before I continue. I'm new so don't totally rip me apart, I'll try to write more next time. ---Hikari--
Please take it easy on me minna, this is my first fic in a while and I don't know if it will suck yet or not.
---This story takes place after the first Weiss Kruez OVA.
Cross from the Past
Chapter 1: Comrades in Need
10:11 p.m. Shinge Apartment Complex
The young teenager paced around the cozy living room, irritated by her own thought. She couldn't relax, not in this apartment, not in this humble room, it didn't belong to her. Hard black boots clipped on the wooden floor as she made her way to the heavily curtained window. Drawing back the shade she was assaulted with the bright lights and sounds of the busy city below her. Tokyo, a place of dark memories and nightmares made more bitter-sweet with the passing of years, a place she never wished to return to.
A meow from the computer drew her attention away from her thoughts. Looking over her stormy grey eyes landed on an equally stormy grey cat whose fur was a total flawless grey excluding the small white chin and odd black mark on its forehead. With a heavy sigh the girl made her way across the expansion of the room to where the computer sat and a clear glass table. The only other object gracing its surface was a picture in a wooden frame; it held the image of the girl and also an older woman, the true owner of the apartment.
"What is it that's bothering you Vega?" the girl inquired to the cat. In response the cat sat up and stretched, seeming totally unconcerned about how she was taken up this girl's time. After a few quick licks to her side the cat called Vega jumped down of the computer and onto the keyboard, accidentally switching the machine from standby to running. As if in response to the girl's question a message popped up on the glowing screen.
Kit- There are some lost kittens in the park.-
The message was signed with a white cross outlined in black. The teenager, also known as Kit to a few, but Catherine too many others sighed. She really didn't need this crap now; heaven knows she really didn't want to be here anyway. If it wasn't for the fact that she had promised her long time friend Saya that she would house-sit for her she would be back in her home in America right now. She spun and paced a few feet away, a stray hand sliding through her waist length brownish-gold hair searching for knots and just relieving the girls' anxiety.
Behind her the computer beeped again. She turned to read the new message.
-Hurry or innocents will die-
Damn, how did this person know she was in Tokyo anyway, Kit knew she hadn't told anyone that she was leaving, not that there was anyone important to tell. Innocents will die. Dang, this person knew just how to catch her attention too. With a final shake of her head Kit raced to the door and grabbed her black leather coat, slipping it on she fished equally black riding gloves out of her pocket and put them on. She turned to exit only to see Vega blocking her path.
"Nuh-uh kitty, don't even think about it, Saya would kill me if I took you." she stated giving the cat a look that would make most shiver. The animal just shrugged it off but moved to jump on the couch as if that had been its plan all along. All other matters aside, Kit grabbed a long black bundle hidden by a heavy cloak and exited the apartment, making sure to lock the door on the way out.
10:35 p.m. Kinato Park
Heavy panting filled the air; the ground was covered in a smooth layer of new snow, only disturbed by the slight wind that blew. That was at least until you reached the center off the park. This section looked like a scene straight out of hell. The pure white snow was splattered with blood, both new and old. Random pieces of clothing were found scattered about and there air was filled with the copper scent of blood. This was were Weiss was battling it out with each other, a mission gone wrong had torn the team apart and now they were battling to the death, two because they were told to, and the others to uphold what they felt in their hearts was right.
"Yoji.....please stop...we shouldn't fight, were...were teammates." Omi begged. At the moment the boy was wrapped from neck to knees in Yoji's strong thread, the string cutting in to his young flesh. He cries out in pain, they shouldn't fight, they were friends. His opponent was no better; Yoji sported a crossbow shaft in leg that bled sluggishly as well as numerous cuts from thrown darts.
Not ten feet away Ken and Aya were mere inches apart, katana crossed with claws close to their chests. Both were badly injured but nether was ready to give up.
"Aya please, you know this is wrong." Ken untangled his claws from Aya's sword and jumped a couple of feet back, slouching from the burning pain coming from the gash in his side. He really didn't want to fight the older man. Before he could speak again Aya charged, sword raised to kill. Ken ducked his head in defeat, his energy was all gone and he could not hold up much longer. Much better for it to end quickly by Aya's hand, he thought as he squeezed his brown eyes shut, anticipating the strike that was to come.
The sound of metal colliding with metal made Kens eyes snap open. In front of him blocking the sword that would have sent him to join Kase in hell was a teenage girl. To Ken's eye she couldn't be more that 16, about Omi's age. In one hand she held a katana much like Aya's, only with two blades on opposite sides, over her head efficiently blocking the strike aimed for him. In a fast move she twisted her wrist and Ken saw the deep midnight blue shine of her sword before she disarmed Aya and flung him into a nearby trashcan. Ken heard the sound of his head hitting metal and he didn't stir, Ken hoped he was just unconscious and not died.
"I'll be back in a second." The voice caught him off guard. Ken turned back to the girl. At the moment she was sliding her sword back into its sheath, belted on her back.
"Huh?" was all he could come up with. His head was getting fogging and he couldn't seem to see straight. She turned to him, casting a wary grey eye in his direction and pointed somewhere to his left. Still confused he turned in the direction she pointed and saw Omi's withering on the ground, wrapped in thread as Yoji looked on grimly, neither seemed to notice the girl's appearance. Ken wanted to yell to Omi but his throat was dry, he couldn't swallow let alone yell to his comrade.
Something whistled through the air past Ken's ear and suddenly the threads around Omi slacked and the youth fell to the ground. A silver dagger appeared stuck in a nearby tree. Yoji looked around in confusion, no one on his team used daggers. A movement near Omi brought his attention back to the boy and a hand to the button on his watch. To his surprise kneeling on the ground near the boy was the cutest girl he had ever seen, that is under 18 anyway. As he watched the girl checked the unconscious boys pulse then started examining his body. Yoji was frozen in uncertainty, was this girl an enemy?
"So, you guys will do anything you're ordered to won't you?" Stormy grey eyes met jade green for the first time and Yoji was stunned. This girl's eyes held such contempt and disgust it made the older assassin feel like his stomach had turned to ice.
"Who are you to judge me?" he retorted, feeling the fine edge of anger and well as fatigue and the throbbing pain in his wound. To his surprise the girl just laughed, she was laughing at him like this was the funniest thing she had heard. It pissed him off. Not caring anymore he fired his string at her, ready to add another to his list of killings. He heard Ken yell a warning to the girl but it was too late, Yoji knew it would be over in a matter of seconds. His string never connected with his target, he looked around confused, too him the girl had just disappeared. Too late he felt the fist connect with his jaw and everything went black.
Kit let a breath out, swiping a stray hair out of her face. If she hadn't ducked when she did she probably would have been following these boys to the grave. She wiped the sweat of her forehead with the back of her glove and looked at the man lying in the snow at her feet. He sure was a pretty-boy, to bad she had to hit him in the face. She shrugged to find the only member she thought was still conscious had fainted. Great, she thought, I have four men here who need semi- serious medical treatment and their all unconscious. Of course she wouldn't have this problem if the owned a van instead of a motorcycle but that's beside the point.
I guess its times like this you call on favors; she thought as she pulled out her cell-phone and dialed a repair shop that was owned by a friend. Less than ten minutes later the tired teenager and an equally tired mechanic pulled into the Shinge Apartment Complex. With a lot of grunts and quite a few curses the two somehow managed to get the four boys into the living room. Vega, totally oblivious to the situation curled up on the only part of Ken's chest not matted with blood. After many thanks to the old mechanic and a promise to visit later in the week Kit finally closed the door and looked at her four charges. They all needed help, but it wasn't really that major. Looking at them Kit's chest clenched, what irony was it that these boys were forced to fight one another? To her they looked like a group of lost kittens. Amused by her own thoughts she laughed.
She had to put a stop to this fight or it would just start again. Kit bit her lower lip, drawing blood, but that would mean getting more involved than she wanted to be. Again she cursed herself for caring too much about others and sat down at her laptop to write a quick message before treating the boys.
-Manx Kritika has gone to far, stop this now or I will take you all down. I will not allow this to continue. The kittens are under MY protection now.
The original Kitten-
Hands trembling Kit pushed the button and sent the e-mail. Too late to regret this now, her decision was made. Looking over her shoulder she spotted Vega lying on the boy with goggles purring. Damn, this is seriously not my day.
Okay people, I need some comments now before I continue. I'm new so don't totally rip me apart, I'll try to write more next time. ---Hikari--