Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or any of its respective characters.
So please don't sue me, I don't have any money.
This story is also written as a continuation of NekoSandy's "Fractured Futures Trilogy" and is written with her permission, so for the love of mercy don't harass me for using the original characters that appeared in her story.
A New Dawn Emerges.
Part two.
Aya looks down at Omi curled up on the couch, nestled amongst the pillows, and gently pulls a blanket over the napping boy. It has been ages since he has been able to sleep this soundly. To be honest, Omi hasn't slept well since the night that Yohji had been shot and killed in self-defense by Crawford.
Not wanting to disturb Weiß's youngest member, Aya quietly slips from the room. Just as he is carefully closing the door, he hears Omi murmur Yohji's name…
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Three dogs in the yard jump around crazily when the car drives in through the electronic gate. The largest one, Deathwish, a german sheperd slipped in through the gate when she was a puppy when her original owner abandoned her in front of the house. Dingbat, often called Dingy, had been picked up from the side of the road by Jason's older sister. Of course, that had been years before Alice had gotten married. Finally, the one dog that had never risen above 'puppy' status… Daisy. Daisy, the puppy that Lily had given her daughter, this was of course after Alice had experienced some emotional problems. Each one has seen the worst that humankind has to offer; yet they still offer so much unconditional love.
Returning home from his hospital stay, Jason looks up at the house. Everything looks and feels familiar, except for the sensation that these memories belong to someone else. Opening the door reveals a cat more the size of a kitten sitting on a throw rug. Missy.
"Meow." she says, looking up at Jason with large blue eyes that plead him to pick her up.
"How's my baby girl?" He asks the small bundle of fur as he scoops her into his arms and begins cuddling the petite kitty.
From underneath the dining room table light blue eyes glitter, like jewels placed in a velvety mask of gray tabby lines… A beautiful tom emerges from the dark shadows. His every movement is reminiscent of feral ancestors.
Gingerly dropping to his knees, Jason reaches over to pet the gray color- point. Scant seconds after he has begun scratching the tom's ear, the cat happily sinks its teeth into Jason's hand. All the while purring like there was no tomorrow.
"Alichino… Let go of my hand," Jason tells the cat that is chomping away on the appendage, bruising flesh and generally being a pest.
Somewhat reluctantly 'chino releases the hold that he had on the hand… and bounds off to play with a furry toy mouse laying nearby.
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Noir looks at the most recent data that was acquired. All they have really accomplished is nothing more than senseless torture, at least in his opinion. That poor emerald haired child, being abused solely for the sake of science, what will happen when this mockery of science is finished… are his superiors honestly going to murder an innocent just for their data?
The charts indicate a flux in energy… different energy flows are causing unimaginable pain to that poor child. He had once made the mistake of being in the room when one of the senior scientists was beginning a new sequence, a sequence that was supposed to disrupt the child's natural energy. In other words, his senior was trying to discorporate the boy. Those screams will haunt him to his deathbed.
How can the others handle listening to that? This entire project is beginning to remind Noir more and more of the Spanish Inquisition.
Quickly Noir glances up at the door, halfway expecting a group of monks to burst in wearing red robes and exclaiming, "No one expects… The Spanish Inquisition!"
Darn the contract that he is under… Darn it to Hades! If it weren't for that blasted piece of paper that holds his entire professional career in jeopardy (and possibly his actual life), he would have smashed the equipment long ago and burnt all the data that has been printed out.
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Jade green eyes appear from beneath dark lashes as Neko-kun wakes up in the middle of the night. Partially annoyed at memories waking him up, more annoyed that they were the ones that aren't supposed to be there… memories from Japan. Which is completely absurd since he has never been anywhere even remotely in the vicinity of Japan. In the back of his mind pops up the response… But Yohji Kudou was born there.
Reaching over to the night table next to the bed, he picks up a light pair of glasses. Slipping the frames on, he brings the world back into focus and looks over at the computer monitor that has the time bouncing back and forth as a screen saver. 4:38am.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Jason slips into comfy slippers, shivers from the cold[1] morning air and promptly considers diving back in the bed and under the covers where it is nice and warm. A quick glance back at the bed shows that Missy has 'commandeered' the spot that Neko kun has just vacated. Stretching out to his full height, he comments back at the kitty that is happily scouting out the bed, "I guess that we are both just short legged Balineses."
The instant Jason opens the door to the room; Alichino darts in, jumps on the bed and begins to tunnel under the covers. As soon as he is finished roaming under the covers, the tabby color point pounces on the little Siamese Persian mix that had finally decided to curl up on the pillow.
Walking through the hallway, into the entry room, and straight to the spot where the prepped masonite boards are kept. Koneko had once told him that the best way to get something out of your head was to put it on paper… Heck, she had taken all of her frustrations from a weird break-up out on canvas for the same painting and drawing workshop last semester that he was taking now. Might as well get these memories out of his head and onto a painting so they will stop bothering him. I have to get Omi out of my head if I want to go back to being myself, he thinks while grabbing a 18'x 24'masonite board prepared with black plaster.
Before going back into his room, Jason pokes into the kitchen and picks up a glass of water for the paintbrushes.
An aluminum easel is brought out from the corner of the room and the board is placed on it. With a B5 pencil he roughly sketches out an idea of what the painting will look like; a young boy, just a little younger than himself, behind him is a cat… a Bombay. With luck, this will start to take a little shape before he is supposed to be picked up for class.
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Omi looks around the Kitty in the House Flower Shop. It has been so long since Kritiker has stationed them here, he had almost become accustomed to life in the mobile flower shop. Moving the oversized backpack to his other hand, Omi starts up the stairs to the sleeping quarters with Aya and Ken following not too far behind.
His old room is a little dusty, but a little dust never killed anyone. Then again, should he even consider this his old room anymore? Sure, this is where he had stored his things… and it had been his room in the beginning. Dropping the backpack on the chair, Omi reaches up and brushes an errant tear from his eye.
In an attempt to hold back the tears, Omi begins moving around the room trying to straighten things up. Clean linens for the bed are on the upper shelf in the closet… one flat sheet, one fitted sheet and a pillowcase. Humming a little song, he starts the mechanical process of making the bed.
Standing back to admire the fleeting beauty of a freshly made bed, it dawns on him. These were the same bedclothes that were on his bed the first night that Yohji took him to sleep with him. Not that they had done anything that night, he had just slept, tucked safely within Yohji's strong embrace. That had been the horrible night that Ouka had died. The night that Yohji had gently wiped away Omi's tears and wrapped him in warmth, safety and understanding. The night that Yohji actually carried him to his room, his bed, simply because he refused to sleep using a pillow that had funny looking cartoon animals running across it, because he couldn't stand the thought of Omi waking in the middle of the night cold and alone.
"My bed sheets are not infantile," Omi whispers between quiet sniffles.
Blinking back more tears, Omi decides that preparing diner would be a good idea… more so if onions need to be chopped.
Besides, if Ken decides to make something to eat, they run the risk of burning the entire building down. On the other hand, if Aya tries… a shiver runs down his spine. He doesn't even want to think of the consequences of that.
A small giggle escapes his lips at the memory of Yohji's last great attempt at cooking something… That little adventure in home economics ended with the both of them attacking the fire. Yohji tried smothering it with the first thing that came to hand… unfortunately it had been a small towel that belonged to Aya. (It took them well over a week of serious hunting to find an exact replacement for it, and they still got the silent treatment from the vengeful redhead for a week afterwards.) Thankfully Omi had made a fast dash to the extinguisher and they used that to put out the flames. Needless to say, that was the last time that Yohji tried his culinary skills.
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Sitting at a table in the student center, Neko-kun lazily sketches out concepts for latter paintings. The noise from the area around is almost melodic in its consistency. Folding his arms in front of him to create a makeshift pillow Neko just phases out of touch with the rest of the world. In the sketchpad are three design concepts to follow in the same theme as 'Omi the Bombay'… The next few paintings will be 'Yohji the Balinese,' 'Aya the Orchid Abyssinian,' and 'Ken the Siberian.' One that he has started contemplating is 'Crimson Guilt'
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Ever since that night that Erik had screamed out, Schuldig has mentally searched for the boy unsuccessfully. His only rewards being plenty of migraines and a lot of frustration. Someone is thinking of him. Pulling himself towards that one mind, a mind so far away, it dawns on him… the mind is familiar. Slowly he closes in on the boy deep in thought…
Slipping into the other's mind, Schuldig looks around himself to see what the boy is contemplating. While concentrating on everything, yet on nothing at all, Schuldig finds the boy's mental plane trying to mimic his current surroundings with a few interesting changes.
The people are faceless and transparent… Murmurs from the crowd are barely audible, and a few words now and then echo through the area, words in a strange language. Colors everywhere are too bright or too dull or just not at all. The room is more akin to a covered terrace. Stairs on opposite sides of the building run up and down. Near one flight of stairs are the vending machines. People move too fast, too slow or disappear. A girl that stops in front of the soda machine pushes the button for something called a 'Malta India' and fades out of sight.
Overhead a flock of parrots can be heard squawking as they fly by.
//who are you?// a bodiless whisper asks Schuldig.
Looking around, he can see that the people are slowly vanishing. A wave of nervousness washes through the surrounding area. The boy is getting scared.
The sky rapidly turns from blue to red as the last of the people vanish. Sitting at a table next to a support pillar is a golden haired boy with jade green eyes. Something about those eyes look frighteningly familiar. Wide jade eyes run up and down examining Schuldig. Once again the question comes… //who are you?//
Slowly walking towards the boy, Schuldig answers… //I think that you know already… If not, I wouldn't be here.//
//I don't know you.// is the voiceless reply.
Schuldig reaches the table the boy is sitting at and looks down at the only person in the area. The red sky casts a strange glow to the room. Reaching down, he tilts the boy's face upwards so that he can have a better look.
Jade eyes partially hidden beneath long thick lashes look directly into Schuldig's eyes. The instant their eyes meet in such contact, Schuldig recognizes the boy, not for the lie that he is forcing himself to conform to, but for the man he was in a previous incarnation…
Yohji Kudou. Weiss's Balinese.
Without warning the contact is broken and Schuldig is thrown back into his body.
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The headlock that is administered by Sasha, all but throws Neko-kun to the ground out of his chair, instantly snapping him back to full awareness.
"Goodmorning Neko-kun," the overly enthusiastic redhead greets him… with an emphasis on the 'kun'. Releasing him from the grip that a grizzly would be proud of, she leans down and gives him his besito. "Hey, has anyone seen Koneko-chan?" She asks everyone that is seated at the table…
"I think that she is hiding from you," Jason quips back, earning him a rather dirty look.
"Really?"
"Nope. Try over in Sanchez Hidalgo room 201. She should be working on her scale model."
"Aw man, and she was supposed to meet me here. Now I have to go all the way over there to get the videos she was supposed to bring me," she says as she drops her backpack onto the green plastic chair next to Neko-kun.
Pulling out the cell phone from a side pocket on his book-bag, Jason hands it over to Sasha after finding Koneko's number in it. "Here. This is the fastest way to catch kat-chan."
"Thanks Jason," she tells him as she takes the phone and then reaches over to ruffle his hair. "Hey, are those new contacts?"
"Yeah, I got tired of the usual colors… So I decided to try jade green lenses." Jason smiles up at Sasha. At least now everyone will think that the change in eye color is due to a new pair of colored contacts, he just has to be careful to remember to never wear his glasses out of the house…Even if it does take a few extra minutes to slip the clear lenses in every morning.
"Cool. That color suits you," turning her attention to the phone, she begins talking animatedly to the person on the other end of the line.
----------------------- [1] Actual temperature is 73ºC. Yes, in Puerto Rico this temperature is considered very cold.
This story is also written as a continuation of NekoSandy's "Fractured Futures Trilogy" and is written with her permission, so for the love of mercy don't harass me for using the original characters that appeared in her story.
A New Dawn Emerges.
Part two.
Aya looks down at Omi curled up on the couch, nestled amongst the pillows, and gently pulls a blanket over the napping boy. It has been ages since he has been able to sleep this soundly. To be honest, Omi hasn't slept well since the night that Yohji had been shot and killed in self-defense by Crawford.
Not wanting to disturb Weiß's youngest member, Aya quietly slips from the room. Just as he is carefully closing the door, he hears Omi murmur Yohji's name…
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Three dogs in the yard jump around crazily when the car drives in through the electronic gate. The largest one, Deathwish, a german sheperd slipped in through the gate when she was a puppy when her original owner abandoned her in front of the house. Dingbat, often called Dingy, had been picked up from the side of the road by Jason's older sister. Of course, that had been years before Alice had gotten married. Finally, the one dog that had never risen above 'puppy' status… Daisy. Daisy, the puppy that Lily had given her daughter, this was of course after Alice had experienced some emotional problems. Each one has seen the worst that humankind has to offer; yet they still offer so much unconditional love.
Returning home from his hospital stay, Jason looks up at the house. Everything looks and feels familiar, except for the sensation that these memories belong to someone else. Opening the door reveals a cat more the size of a kitten sitting on a throw rug. Missy.
"Meow." she says, looking up at Jason with large blue eyes that plead him to pick her up.
"How's my baby girl?" He asks the small bundle of fur as he scoops her into his arms and begins cuddling the petite kitty.
From underneath the dining room table light blue eyes glitter, like jewels placed in a velvety mask of gray tabby lines… A beautiful tom emerges from the dark shadows. His every movement is reminiscent of feral ancestors.
Gingerly dropping to his knees, Jason reaches over to pet the gray color- point. Scant seconds after he has begun scratching the tom's ear, the cat happily sinks its teeth into Jason's hand. All the while purring like there was no tomorrow.
"Alichino… Let go of my hand," Jason tells the cat that is chomping away on the appendage, bruising flesh and generally being a pest.
Somewhat reluctantly 'chino releases the hold that he had on the hand… and bounds off to play with a furry toy mouse laying nearby.
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Noir looks at the most recent data that was acquired. All they have really accomplished is nothing more than senseless torture, at least in his opinion. That poor emerald haired child, being abused solely for the sake of science, what will happen when this mockery of science is finished… are his superiors honestly going to murder an innocent just for their data?
The charts indicate a flux in energy… different energy flows are causing unimaginable pain to that poor child. He had once made the mistake of being in the room when one of the senior scientists was beginning a new sequence, a sequence that was supposed to disrupt the child's natural energy. In other words, his senior was trying to discorporate the boy. Those screams will haunt him to his deathbed.
How can the others handle listening to that? This entire project is beginning to remind Noir more and more of the Spanish Inquisition.
Quickly Noir glances up at the door, halfway expecting a group of monks to burst in wearing red robes and exclaiming, "No one expects… The Spanish Inquisition!"
Darn the contract that he is under… Darn it to Hades! If it weren't for that blasted piece of paper that holds his entire professional career in jeopardy (and possibly his actual life), he would have smashed the equipment long ago and burnt all the data that has been printed out.
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Jade green eyes appear from beneath dark lashes as Neko-kun wakes up in the middle of the night. Partially annoyed at memories waking him up, more annoyed that they were the ones that aren't supposed to be there… memories from Japan. Which is completely absurd since he has never been anywhere even remotely in the vicinity of Japan. In the back of his mind pops up the response… But Yohji Kudou was born there.
Reaching over to the night table next to the bed, he picks up a light pair of glasses. Slipping the frames on, he brings the world back into focus and looks over at the computer monitor that has the time bouncing back and forth as a screen saver. 4:38am.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Jason slips into comfy slippers, shivers from the cold[1] morning air and promptly considers diving back in the bed and under the covers where it is nice and warm. A quick glance back at the bed shows that Missy has 'commandeered' the spot that Neko kun has just vacated. Stretching out to his full height, he comments back at the kitty that is happily scouting out the bed, "I guess that we are both just short legged Balineses."
The instant Jason opens the door to the room; Alichino darts in, jumps on the bed and begins to tunnel under the covers. As soon as he is finished roaming under the covers, the tabby color point pounces on the little Siamese Persian mix that had finally decided to curl up on the pillow.
Walking through the hallway, into the entry room, and straight to the spot where the prepped masonite boards are kept. Koneko had once told him that the best way to get something out of your head was to put it on paper… Heck, she had taken all of her frustrations from a weird break-up out on canvas for the same painting and drawing workshop last semester that he was taking now. Might as well get these memories out of his head and onto a painting so they will stop bothering him. I have to get Omi out of my head if I want to go back to being myself, he thinks while grabbing a 18'x 24'masonite board prepared with black plaster.
Before going back into his room, Jason pokes into the kitchen and picks up a glass of water for the paintbrushes.
An aluminum easel is brought out from the corner of the room and the board is placed on it. With a B5 pencil he roughly sketches out an idea of what the painting will look like; a young boy, just a little younger than himself, behind him is a cat… a Bombay. With luck, this will start to take a little shape before he is supposed to be picked up for class.
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Omi looks around the Kitty in the House Flower Shop. It has been so long since Kritiker has stationed them here, he had almost become accustomed to life in the mobile flower shop. Moving the oversized backpack to his other hand, Omi starts up the stairs to the sleeping quarters with Aya and Ken following not too far behind.
His old room is a little dusty, but a little dust never killed anyone. Then again, should he even consider this his old room anymore? Sure, this is where he had stored his things… and it had been his room in the beginning. Dropping the backpack on the chair, Omi reaches up and brushes an errant tear from his eye.
In an attempt to hold back the tears, Omi begins moving around the room trying to straighten things up. Clean linens for the bed are on the upper shelf in the closet… one flat sheet, one fitted sheet and a pillowcase. Humming a little song, he starts the mechanical process of making the bed.
Standing back to admire the fleeting beauty of a freshly made bed, it dawns on him. These were the same bedclothes that were on his bed the first night that Yohji took him to sleep with him. Not that they had done anything that night, he had just slept, tucked safely within Yohji's strong embrace. That had been the horrible night that Ouka had died. The night that Yohji had gently wiped away Omi's tears and wrapped him in warmth, safety and understanding. The night that Yohji actually carried him to his room, his bed, simply because he refused to sleep using a pillow that had funny looking cartoon animals running across it, because he couldn't stand the thought of Omi waking in the middle of the night cold and alone.
"My bed sheets are not infantile," Omi whispers between quiet sniffles.
Blinking back more tears, Omi decides that preparing diner would be a good idea… more so if onions need to be chopped.
Besides, if Ken decides to make something to eat, they run the risk of burning the entire building down. On the other hand, if Aya tries… a shiver runs down his spine. He doesn't even want to think of the consequences of that.
A small giggle escapes his lips at the memory of Yohji's last great attempt at cooking something… That little adventure in home economics ended with the both of them attacking the fire. Yohji tried smothering it with the first thing that came to hand… unfortunately it had been a small towel that belonged to Aya. (It took them well over a week of serious hunting to find an exact replacement for it, and they still got the silent treatment from the vengeful redhead for a week afterwards.) Thankfully Omi had made a fast dash to the extinguisher and they used that to put out the flames. Needless to say, that was the last time that Yohji tried his culinary skills.
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Sitting at a table in the student center, Neko-kun lazily sketches out concepts for latter paintings. The noise from the area around is almost melodic in its consistency. Folding his arms in front of him to create a makeshift pillow Neko just phases out of touch with the rest of the world. In the sketchpad are three design concepts to follow in the same theme as 'Omi the Bombay'… The next few paintings will be 'Yohji the Balinese,' 'Aya the Orchid Abyssinian,' and 'Ken the Siberian.' One that he has started contemplating is 'Crimson Guilt'
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Ever since that night that Erik had screamed out, Schuldig has mentally searched for the boy unsuccessfully. His only rewards being plenty of migraines and a lot of frustration. Someone is thinking of him. Pulling himself towards that one mind, a mind so far away, it dawns on him… the mind is familiar. Slowly he closes in on the boy deep in thought…
Slipping into the other's mind, Schuldig looks around himself to see what the boy is contemplating. While concentrating on everything, yet on nothing at all, Schuldig finds the boy's mental plane trying to mimic his current surroundings with a few interesting changes.
The people are faceless and transparent… Murmurs from the crowd are barely audible, and a few words now and then echo through the area, words in a strange language. Colors everywhere are too bright or too dull or just not at all. The room is more akin to a covered terrace. Stairs on opposite sides of the building run up and down. Near one flight of stairs are the vending machines. People move too fast, too slow or disappear. A girl that stops in front of the soda machine pushes the button for something called a 'Malta India' and fades out of sight.
Overhead a flock of parrots can be heard squawking as they fly by.
//who are you?// a bodiless whisper asks Schuldig.
Looking around, he can see that the people are slowly vanishing. A wave of nervousness washes through the surrounding area. The boy is getting scared.
The sky rapidly turns from blue to red as the last of the people vanish. Sitting at a table next to a support pillar is a golden haired boy with jade green eyes. Something about those eyes look frighteningly familiar. Wide jade eyes run up and down examining Schuldig. Once again the question comes… //who are you?//
Slowly walking towards the boy, Schuldig answers… //I think that you know already… If not, I wouldn't be here.//
//I don't know you.// is the voiceless reply.
Schuldig reaches the table the boy is sitting at and looks down at the only person in the area. The red sky casts a strange glow to the room. Reaching down, he tilts the boy's face upwards so that he can have a better look.
Jade eyes partially hidden beneath long thick lashes look directly into Schuldig's eyes. The instant their eyes meet in such contact, Schuldig recognizes the boy, not for the lie that he is forcing himself to conform to, but for the man he was in a previous incarnation…
Yohji Kudou. Weiss's Balinese.
Without warning the contact is broken and Schuldig is thrown back into his body.
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The headlock that is administered by Sasha, all but throws Neko-kun to the ground out of his chair, instantly snapping him back to full awareness.
"Goodmorning Neko-kun," the overly enthusiastic redhead greets him… with an emphasis on the 'kun'. Releasing him from the grip that a grizzly would be proud of, she leans down and gives him his besito. "Hey, has anyone seen Koneko-chan?" She asks everyone that is seated at the table…
"I think that she is hiding from you," Jason quips back, earning him a rather dirty look.
"Really?"
"Nope. Try over in Sanchez Hidalgo room 201. She should be working on her scale model."
"Aw man, and she was supposed to meet me here. Now I have to go all the way over there to get the videos she was supposed to bring me," she says as she drops her backpack onto the green plastic chair next to Neko-kun.
Pulling out the cell phone from a side pocket on his book-bag, Jason hands it over to Sasha after finding Koneko's number in it. "Here. This is the fastest way to catch kat-chan."
"Thanks Jason," she tells him as she takes the phone and then reaches over to ruffle his hair. "Hey, are those new contacts?"
"Yeah, I got tired of the usual colors… So I decided to try jade green lenses." Jason smiles up at Sasha. At least now everyone will think that the change in eye color is due to a new pair of colored contacts, he just has to be careful to remember to never wear his glasses out of the house…Even if it does take a few extra minutes to slip the clear lenses in every morning.
"Cool. That color suits you," turning her attention to the phone, she begins talking animatedly to the person on the other end of the line.
----------------------- [1] Actual temperature is 73ºC. Yes, in Puerto Rico this temperature is considered very cold.