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 four.
"I'm going to shoot that computer!" Schu exclaims while the familiar pain of a migraine settles once again into his head.
The lights click off, and shortly thereafter there is movement on the bed. Crawford is sitting on his side, holding something out for Schuldig to take. In the dark haired man's hand are a couple of aspirins, migraine strength.
"What computer, and why does it need shooting?" Crawford asks Schuldig after the redhead has downed the aspirins.
"Long story… made short? A little over a week and a half ago I heard Erik scream." Schuldig continues as Crawford places an icepack over his forehead. "I've tried to find him. But, I haven't had any luck. He was just a kid… and I could feel the pain he was going through in that instant that our minds touched," a tear escapes from the corner of Schuldig's eye unnoticed. "Though, I have found Yohji. Except that he doesn't even recognize that is who he is. For mercy sake, aside from present company, there is no one that can just sit there and look so fuckable." "Except that now he says his name is Jason."
"I've been able to contact him twice, while trying to find Erik. Loose contact only, while he is between the stages of waking and dreaming, so that I don't hurt him. The only problem is that I still don't have a clue to where they are." "If I can find him, I'm sure that he should have at least an idea of where Erik would be…"
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Leaping from the bed, Jason reaches the computer and turns off the alarm that had started the mp3 playing. Looking back at the bed, he can barely make out the blurred form of Missy sleeping on the pillow. Glasses, I need to find those glasses… running fingers across the night table, he finds the small wire-frames and slips them on. Now he can see the petite feline sleeping on his pillow, as well as how she is shedding an ungodly amount of fur there as well. Is it a law that cats need to shed that much on dark surfaces?
A quick glance around the room, it's not blurry at all, now who had asked him why it was blurry? Oops, the corner of a Kenshin poster is loose, a quick tap and it's back in place. Not that it will hold… by the time he gets back from class the thing will have fallen onto the bed and the cats will have had a party with it.
Opening a dresser drawer he pulls out a clean shirt, black with long sleeves and two gray stripes running horizontally across the front. Black jeans are pulled from the closet, as well as his boots. Flinging everything onto the bed (boots being the logical exception, going to the floor), he tells the sleeping kitty, "Don't you even think of touching my clothes this morning baby girl," and pads off to the bathroom for his morning shower.
Looking at his reflection in the mirrored sliding shower doors he whispers, "I am not Yohji Kudou. Kudou is nothing more than a delusion," his voice falling nearly to a whimper, "besides, Yohji Kudou was killed… I died… He died in Omi's arms."
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"If only we could get him to realize that he is Yohji. Then we would have a better shot at finding Erik," Schuldig tells Crawford from underneath the light blue ice pack.
Crawford just looks down at his German born lover… red hair contrasting against the blue of the pack, and against the white of the pillow. Erik is back, and instead of finding him, Schu finds Yohji in a different body. "Hey Schu, what does Yohji look like now?"
"Yotan?"
"Yes, Yohji."
"Long blond hair, a lighter color than Bombay's hair. His eyes are the same sleepy jade green, except that the lashes are much longer and thicker giving him an innocent look. Tiny hands, really tiny… so tiny that they practically disappear in mine," raising his hand in the air, he gently flexes long fingers as if to better illustrate the point and then lets his hand drop to his side. "He has a small chin, almost girlish, all of his features are so small and delicate. I suppose that everything about him looks a little kittenish," Schuldig chuckles slightly, "a perfectly adorable fuckable baby Balinese."
"How can you be certain that this Jason is Yohji? It could easily just be coincidence?"
"Easy. He practically identified himself as Yotan when he said that he was Not Kudou, I called him Yohji or Yotan, but never Kudou. He was the one that said that, not me." Schuldig's hand moves up to push the icepack from his eyes.
"Move the pack and the change in light is going to aggravate your migraine," Crawford tells the redhead as he takes his hand.
"You peeked, didn't you?"
"Of course… I also know how stubborn you are. Besides, I also had a vision an hour ago of a blond kid fitting the description you just gave arriving in Narita airport within a few days. We don't have to find where he is, just when he arrives and catch him then. I'm assuming that seeing the man that killed him will be shock enough to make him realize the truth of the situation."
"You're evil," is the mumbled reply from beneath the cool surface of the icepack, before the mischievous German is able to fall asleep despite the migraine.
Only one thing leaves Brad slightly puzzled. Who's computer is it that needs to be shot, and why?
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Tossing a suitcase on the bed, Jason starts packing the bag for two weeks in Japan. The flight leaves the next morning. His mom was less than pleased when he had auctioned off over two thirds of his comic book collection that he had been collecting for the past ten years or so to finance this trip. Not completely sure of which hurt more… Losing so many difficult issues that took him so long to track and acquire (or so memory tells him) or the fact that it really doesn't matter to him that he auctioned them off.
He vaguely remembers being excited when he had bought a copy of Medieval Spawn / Witchblade Collected Edition with the two signatures. That one went to an avid collector somewhere in North Carolina for about $60. Guess that the fact the comic was also originally the first place prize in a Wizard Drawing contest a few years ago didn't hurt the auction. The Uncanny X-men #12 had also done fairly well… about $130. He hadn't expected that much for the thirty nine year old comic, but someone had wanted it that badly and who was he to argue?
Leather pants go in the suitcase, can't go clubbing without those. Most likely going to end up borrowing a little make-up for effect from Koneko- chan. But, hey you can't effectively go clubbing without a little touching up. Besides, the weather in Tokyo is cool enough right now that using leather during the day won't be such a bad thing.
Picking up a notepad with a necessities checklist, he goes through to make sure that he hasn't forgotten anything. It would be damn embarrassing to arrive in Japan without underwear or anything else that is vital. There are enough clean shirts, sweaters, pants, underwear (damn, the time his sister went on vacation and forgot to pack undies, ha ha ha, never forget that time.), contact lens solution and case, glasses case, socks, shoes, toothbrush and toothpaste (already sitting in the carry-on) and other personal hygiene products, passport (side pocket of carry-on)… Looks like that should do it. Everything is checked off, either it is sitting in the suitcase, or it is in the carry-on.
Doing a double check on his wallet, $200 cash (a present from his mom), and $700 in traveler's checks, driver's license, and plane tickets. Good, everything is there… Dropping a set of translucent blue shades over his eyes, he starts closing the suitcase. Taking Alichino out of the suitcase and getting bitten in the process, he finishes zipping it up the rest of the way.
The telephone rings. Koneko-chan is calling to let him know that they are outside waiting to pick him up. Hanging up the phone, he quickly dashes outside and wades past happy doggies to go let the girls in.
"Koneko-chan!" Jason leans towards the American looking blonde (one of the few people shorter than himself) and gives her a hug and besito.
"Nyaa! Neko!" She replies as she returns the hug and besito.
It is a little surprising for the kittens when Rosal exits the car and immediately snares the two of them in individual headlocks. "Vente gatitos, a recoger las maletas[1]," she says as she begins dragging two struggling blondes behind her.
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Noir looks across the Aguadilla Airport, waiting for his brother and family to arrive for vacation. It was a lucky thing that his work brought him to the island and that he was able to get this week off to spend time with his brother. It took him a little time to find a beach rental, but he got a really nice set of beach apartments in Rincon. Ethan, Sharon and Nathan are going to love them!
In hand are the flight schedules, and some convenient phrases in case he needs to get information, such as "when is this flight arriving?" or "is this flight on time?" and other such important things.
Pushing a dark curl from his eyes, Noir walks over to a young girl in an official looking uniform. "Uhm, cone sue pear miso," he starts out, "kwando iyega esu te buelo?" Holding out the paper he taps the flight number and prays that she understood what he was trying to say. The girl's stifled laugh tells him that he must have said something incorrectly.
"Dis flite," the laughing girl says, "chee ees to arrive on dat gate." With that she points over to gate 3.
Looking in the direction of the highly manicured nail, Noir sees Gate 3… that is basically a glass door with the number three above it. At the moment the door is being propped open by a large and very unsafe looking wooden stopper.
It looks like the flight just arrived. A line of people is being herded through the doorway toting carry-on bags and pulling behind them drag- longs. Smiling, Noir starts looking at the people trying to find his older brother among them. Traveling here all the way from Richmond, Kentucky. Ethan's son has never seen the ocean before. This is going to be such great fun.
"Unca Addy, Unca Addy!" Nate exclaims as soon as he sees Noir and dashes toward the dark haired man.
Noir gently drops to his knee to pick up the enthusiastic five year-old. "Hey Nate, you've grown," he says as he picks up the small child. "Uff, you are almost too big for me to carry anymore." Smiling, he carries his nephew to where Ethan and Sharon are.
Sharon's smile turns a little sour when 'Unca Addy' comes into view while carrying a giggling Nathan. Roughly she shoves a make-up compact back in her purse, and pushes auburn locks out of her eyes. Noir notes that she does not look pleased at all… Could it be the humidity that is getting to her (rather, getting to her hair) or is it that she still does not like him.
Ethan, on the other hand, looks overjoyed to see his little brother. A smile lighting on the man's face as a head full of familiar dark locks walks into view.
Brothers hug around the small child nestled within Noir's arms. Luggage is picked up from the baggage claim area and taken out to the car. Nathan has to be put down so that the brothers can carry the bags. Sharon will not be reduced to carrying her own suitcases, reaching over she runs her fingers through long dark locks.
"Adrian, I see that you are still letting your hair grow," a dark smile passes Sharon's lips as the darks strands fall free of her fingers.
"Yeah, I just don't have the heart to get it cut," he tells her without looking up to see her face.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!! Can I have hair long just like Unca Addy?" Nathan chimes in tugging on the crease in Sharon's slacks.
"No Nathan. Only women wear their hair long," is Sharon's curt reply to her son before ushering him into the car, and finally his car seat. A nasty look is directed towards Adrian before she gets into the car as well.
"Sorry about that Adrian. You know how Sharon is." Ethan says to Adrian trying to take the bite off of his wife's words.
"I know," is Adrian's response, not wanting to continue thinking of Sharon. "Hey, how was the flight in?"
"Decent. Do you know if it is common for people to clap their hands when the airplane lands here?"
"Hmm, I know that when I arrived in San Juan a couple of people were clapping," he says as he hoists a large suitcase into the trunk of the company car. "I thought that it seemed like a fun thing to do, I mean, people clap all the time for a singer or a play. Why not clap to let the pilots know that you appreciated getting back on land in one piece? So, I joined them in clapping."
Ethan just looks at his younger brother and smiles. "Okay. So tell me what is it like working for Venture Corp?"
"Uhm, I really can't tell you much. The contract that I signed when they hired me for this project is really strict. But mostly what I end up doing is analyzing data, drinking coffee and eating the munchies that they provide." A sheepish smile and a slight blush creep their way across Adrian Noir's features at the mention of this. Laughing he continues, "we've had to get a larger refrigerator for the break room. It was either that, or they would have had to continue sending me out to the market every other blessed day."
"Jeeze, only you kiddo. Only you," is the only thing that Ethan can say to his younger brother. Slamming the trunk shut, he reaches over and tousles Adrian's hair a little, "come on, let's get a move on. I'm sure that Sharon is desperate to get to the rental place and shower."
Maybe it was the dirty look that Sharon gave him, or the feel of someone's hand in his hair, or just the fact that Sharon is within the same ten-mile radius as himself. He recalls the last time that he had seen his sister-in- law. Ethan had been out taking Nathan to a day camp, he had just gotten the call from Henry Sloat giving him a research position at Venture Corp. Oh goodness, the woman had basically chased him out of the house, hitting and slapping him, another disagreement over… the length of his hair, among other things. Okay, so he had been chased from the house, and he had fled to the house of one of an ex-love interest that lived down the street. For the rest of the day he hid there sniffling under the comforter in the guest room, scared that Sharon would come after him again.
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Rain pours down; drenching Omi and making clothes cling to his slender frame. Brushing blond hair from his eyes, he looks over the edge of the rooftop at the club below. The owners have begun a kidnapping and prostitution ring. This club is one of the main pick-up houses. Kidnapping clubbers that fit some yet unknown criteria and then forcing them to exchange sexual favors for their lives.
One thing that is certain, Ken does not fit whatever standards this group is looking for. This is even after Aya had dressed the former soccer player to play decoy on this mission. Poor Ken had looked extremely uncomfortable in the clubbing clothes his lover had chosen for him. Not that Omi would have felt much more comfortable, thank you very much, shorts are just fine… everyone else can just keep their outfits that look like they are begging to be peeled out of and ravished upon any available horizontal surface. Then again, that is how Yohji always used to dress.
Oh crash, Ken is leaving the club, and he didn't see the water drain. Omi has to stifle a laugh as he watches his teammate get drenched with cold rainwater so soon after exiting the club. Still watching, he can now see Aya taking leave of his backup position. Tomorrow is Aya's turn to be decoy, and if Aya-kun is unsuccessful… Omi shudders, unsure of it is the concept of being decoy again, or being in a club with the possibility of so many drunks making passes at him.
Okay, everyone has left their positions… the mission is over for tonight, and a hot bath had better be waiting for him back at the apartment. Ken is going to end up with an arrow in his back if he even goes near the tub before he has a chance at it. A small frown finds its way to Omi's face, Yohji used to wrap him up in a ridiculously oversized towel after a hot bath and carry him to the bed. The additional heat would have him panting in no time, and Yotan would always kiss away the tears that would form in the corners of his eyes before sending him tumbling into a sea of pleasure. All the while holding him gently within the embrace of strong arms, and after the final crescendo of ecstasy had passed Yohji would pull him that much closer, and Omi would fall asleep listening to the soothing sound of Yohji's heart beating in time with his own.
Leaning against the edge of the rooftop, all the strength seems to abandon Omi and he simply slides into a kneeling position; tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with rain drops. Omi cries. He cries for the night that he lost Ouka and Yohji had held and comforted him while he cried heaving sobs that wracked his small body. Cries for the night that he cradled Yohji in his arms, heard the gasping breaths and finally felt a shiver when the last breath was drawn and Yohji had died. But mostly Omi cries for the little boy that was lost so many years ago.
Time passes and Omi eventually finds his way back to the flower shop. By now the rain has washed away the tears, leaving only a heavy sinking feeling in his heart. Wearily he drags himself up the stairs towards the bedroom. On the table is the homework that he had finished earlier in the evening. Collapsing into the bed, he remembers one little detail about the day after he is scheduled to be decoy… history make-up exam. It was because of a mission that he failed the regular exam. If he messes up on this one there is the possibility of not graduating with the rest of his group. Snuggling into his pillow, he comes to the conclusion that Ken will just have to be sent out again as a decoy and he will take the night afterwards. Within moments, the blond assassin's breathing deepens as he tumbles blissfully towards sleep. In the time between waking and dreaming, Omi feels the comforting sensation of strong arms wrapping around his small body spreading the feeling of love and acceptance. The flutter of a kiss is planted on the corner of his eye.
"Aishteru Omi."
"Yohji?!" Startled awake, Omi looks around the room… hoping against hope that Yohji will be there, and only finds himself alone.
----------------------- [1] "Vente gatitos, a recoger las maletas."= "Come on kittens, let's get the bags/suitcases."
And for those curious…. here is a link to a cute little illustration of what Adrian Noir, Jason Christophe (Yohji Kudou) look like. Omi is there too, playing with Yohji's hair. So Kawai!! XD
http://niyao.net/fanart/neko_kun.jpg
Please ask permission if you are going to take this image, and for the love of mercy don't steal bandwidth.
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 four.
"I'm going to shoot that computer!" Schu exclaims while the familiar pain of a migraine settles once again into his head.
The lights click off, and shortly thereafter there is movement on the bed. Crawford is sitting on his side, holding something out for Schuldig to take. In the dark haired man's hand are a couple of aspirins, migraine strength.
"What computer, and why does it need shooting?" Crawford asks Schuldig after the redhead has downed the aspirins.
"Long story… made short? A little over a week and a half ago I heard Erik scream." Schuldig continues as Crawford places an icepack over his forehead. "I've tried to find him. But, I haven't had any luck. He was just a kid… and I could feel the pain he was going through in that instant that our minds touched," a tear escapes from the corner of Schuldig's eye unnoticed. "Though, I have found Yohji. Except that he doesn't even recognize that is who he is. For mercy sake, aside from present company, there is no one that can just sit there and look so fuckable." "Except that now he says his name is Jason."
"I've been able to contact him twice, while trying to find Erik. Loose contact only, while he is between the stages of waking and dreaming, so that I don't hurt him. The only problem is that I still don't have a clue to where they are." "If I can find him, I'm sure that he should have at least an idea of where Erik would be…"
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Leaping from the bed, Jason reaches the computer and turns off the alarm that had started the mp3 playing. Looking back at the bed, he can barely make out the blurred form of Missy sleeping on the pillow. Glasses, I need to find those glasses… running fingers across the night table, he finds the small wire-frames and slips them on. Now he can see the petite feline sleeping on his pillow, as well as how she is shedding an ungodly amount of fur there as well. Is it a law that cats need to shed that much on dark surfaces?
A quick glance around the room, it's not blurry at all, now who had asked him why it was blurry? Oops, the corner of a Kenshin poster is loose, a quick tap and it's back in place. Not that it will hold… by the time he gets back from class the thing will have fallen onto the bed and the cats will have had a party with it.
Opening a dresser drawer he pulls out a clean shirt, black with long sleeves and two gray stripes running horizontally across the front. Black jeans are pulled from the closet, as well as his boots. Flinging everything onto the bed (boots being the logical exception, going to the floor), he tells the sleeping kitty, "Don't you even think of touching my clothes this morning baby girl," and pads off to the bathroom for his morning shower.
Looking at his reflection in the mirrored sliding shower doors he whispers, "I am not Yohji Kudou. Kudou is nothing more than a delusion," his voice falling nearly to a whimper, "besides, Yohji Kudou was killed… I died… He died in Omi's arms."
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"If only we could get him to realize that he is Yohji. Then we would have a better shot at finding Erik," Schuldig tells Crawford from underneath the light blue ice pack.
Crawford just looks down at his German born lover… red hair contrasting against the blue of the pack, and against the white of the pillow. Erik is back, and instead of finding him, Schu finds Yohji in a different body. "Hey Schu, what does Yohji look like now?"
"Yotan?"
"Yes, Yohji."
"Long blond hair, a lighter color than Bombay's hair. His eyes are the same sleepy jade green, except that the lashes are much longer and thicker giving him an innocent look. Tiny hands, really tiny… so tiny that they practically disappear in mine," raising his hand in the air, he gently flexes long fingers as if to better illustrate the point and then lets his hand drop to his side. "He has a small chin, almost girlish, all of his features are so small and delicate. I suppose that everything about him looks a little kittenish," Schuldig chuckles slightly, "a perfectly adorable fuckable baby Balinese."
"How can you be certain that this Jason is Yohji? It could easily just be coincidence?"
"Easy. He practically identified himself as Yotan when he said that he was Not Kudou, I called him Yohji or Yotan, but never Kudou. He was the one that said that, not me." Schuldig's hand moves up to push the icepack from his eyes.
"Move the pack and the change in light is going to aggravate your migraine," Crawford tells the redhead as he takes his hand.
"You peeked, didn't you?"
"Of course… I also know how stubborn you are. Besides, I also had a vision an hour ago of a blond kid fitting the description you just gave arriving in Narita airport within a few days. We don't have to find where he is, just when he arrives and catch him then. I'm assuming that seeing the man that killed him will be shock enough to make him realize the truth of the situation."
"You're evil," is the mumbled reply from beneath the cool surface of the icepack, before the mischievous German is able to fall asleep despite the migraine.
Only one thing leaves Brad slightly puzzled. Who's computer is it that needs to be shot, and why?
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Tossing a suitcase on the bed, Jason starts packing the bag for two weeks in Japan. The flight leaves the next morning. His mom was less than pleased when he had auctioned off over two thirds of his comic book collection that he had been collecting for the past ten years or so to finance this trip. Not completely sure of which hurt more… Losing so many difficult issues that took him so long to track and acquire (or so memory tells him) or the fact that it really doesn't matter to him that he auctioned them off.
He vaguely remembers being excited when he had bought a copy of Medieval Spawn / Witchblade Collected Edition with the two signatures. That one went to an avid collector somewhere in North Carolina for about $60. Guess that the fact the comic was also originally the first place prize in a Wizard Drawing contest a few years ago didn't hurt the auction. The Uncanny X-men #12 had also done fairly well… about $130. He hadn't expected that much for the thirty nine year old comic, but someone had wanted it that badly and who was he to argue?
Leather pants go in the suitcase, can't go clubbing without those. Most likely going to end up borrowing a little make-up for effect from Koneko- chan. But, hey you can't effectively go clubbing without a little touching up. Besides, the weather in Tokyo is cool enough right now that using leather during the day won't be such a bad thing.
Picking up a notepad with a necessities checklist, he goes through to make sure that he hasn't forgotten anything. It would be damn embarrassing to arrive in Japan without underwear or anything else that is vital. There are enough clean shirts, sweaters, pants, underwear (damn, the time his sister went on vacation and forgot to pack undies, ha ha ha, never forget that time.), contact lens solution and case, glasses case, socks, shoes, toothbrush and toothpaste (already sitting in the carry-on) and other personal hygiene products, passport (side pocket of carry-on)… Looks like that should do it. Everything is checked off, either it is sitting in the suitcase, or it is in the carry-on.
Doing a double check on his wallet, $200 cash (a present from his mom), and $700 in traveler's checks, driver's license, and plane tickets. Good, everything is there… Dropping a set of translucent blue shades over his eyes, he starts closing the suitcase. Taking Alichino out of the suitcase and getting bitten in the process, he finishes zipping it up the rest of the way.
The telephone rings. Koneko-chan is calling to let him know that they are outside waiting to pick him up. Hanging up the phone, he quickly dashes outside and wades past happy doggies to go let the girls in.
"Koneko-chan!" Jason leans towards the American looking blonde (one of the few people shorter than himself) and gives her a hug and besito.
"Nyaa! Neko!" She replies as she returns the hug and besito.
It is a little surprising for the kittens when Rosal exits the car and immediately snares the two of them in individual headlocks. "Vente gatitos, a recoger las maletas[1]," she says as she begins dragging two struggling blondes behind her.
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Noir looks across the Aguadilla Airport, waiting for his brother and family to arrive for vacation. It was a lucky thing that his work brought him to the island and that he was able to get this week off to spend time with his brother. It took him a little time to find a beach rental, but he got a really nice set of beach apartments in Rincon. Ethan, Sharon and Nathan are going to love them!
In hand are the flight schedules, and some convenient phrases in case he needs to get information, such as "when is this flight arriving?" or "is this flight on time?" and other such important things.
Pushing a dark curl from his eyes, Noir walks over to a young girl in an official looking uniform. "Uhm, cone sue pear miso," he starts out, "kwando iyega esu te buelo?" Holding out the paper he taps the flight number and prays that she understood what he was trying to say. The girl's stifled laugh tells him that he must have said something incorrectly.
"Dis flite," the laughing girl says, "chee ees to arrive on dat gate." With that she points over to gate 3.
Looking in the direction of the highly manicured nail, Noir sees Gate 3… that is basically a glass door with the number three above it. At the moment the door is being propped open by a large and very unsafe looking wooden stopper.
It looks like the flight just arrived. A line of people is being herded through the doorway toting carry-on bags and pulling behind them drag- longs. Smiling, Noir starts looking at the people trying to find his older brother among them. Traveling here all the way from Richmond, Kentucky. Ethan's son has never seen the ocean before. This is going to be such great fun.
"Unca Addy, Unca Addy!" Nate exclaims as soon as he sees Noir and dashes toward the dark haired man.
Noir gently drops to his knee to pick up the enthusiastic five year-old. "Hey Nate, you've grown," he says as he picks up the small child. "Uff, you are almost too big for me to carry anymore." Smiling, he carries his nephew to where Ethan and Sharon are.
Sharon's smile turns a little sour when 'Unca Addy' comes into view while carrying a giggling Nathan. Roughly she shoves a make-up compact back in her purse, and pushes auburn locks out of her eyes. Noir notes that she does not look pleased at all… Could it be the humidity that is getting to her (rather, getting to her hair) or is it that she still does not like him.
Ethan, on the other hand, looks overjoyed to see his little brother. A smile lighting on the man's face as a head full of familiar dark locks walks into view.
Brothers hug around the small child nestled within Noir's arms. Luggage is picked up from the baggage claim area and taken out to the car. Nathan has to be put down so that the brothers can carry the bags. Sharon will not be reduced to carrying her own suitcases, reaching over she runs her fingers through long dark locks.
"Adrian, I see that you are still letting your hair grow," a dark smile passes Sharon's lips as the darks strands fall free of her fingers.
"Yeah, I just don't have the heart to get it cut," he tells her without looking up to see her face.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!! Can I have hair long just like Unca Addy?" Nathan chimes in tugging on the crease in Sharon's slacks.
"No Nathan. Only women wear their hair long," is Sharon's curt reply to her son before ushering him into the car, and finally his car seat. A nasty look is directed towards Adrian before she gets into the car as well.
"Sorry about that Adrian. You know how Sharon is." Ethan says to Adrian trying to take the bite off of his wife's words.
"I know," is Adrian's response, not wanting to continue thinking of Sharon. "Hey, how was the flight in?"
"Decent. Do you know if it is common for people to clap their hands when the airplane lands here?"
"Hmm, I know that when I arrived in San Juan a couple of people were clapping," he says as he hoists a large suitcase into the trunk of the company car. "I thought that it seemed like a fun thing to do, I mean, people clap all the time for a singer or a play. Why not clap to let the pilots know that you appreciated getting back on land in one piece? So, I joined them in clapping."
Ethan just looks at his younger brother and smiles. "Okay. So tell me what is it like working for Venture Corp?"
"Uhm, I really can't tell you much. The contract that I signed when they hired me for this project is really strict. But mostly what I end up doing is analyzing data, drinking coffee and eating the munchies that they provide." A sheepish smile and a slight blush creep their way across Adrian Noir's features at the mention of this. Laughing he continues, "we've had to get a larger refrigerator for the break room. It was either that, or they would have had to continue sending me out to the market every other blessed day."
"Jeeze, only you kiddo. Only you," is the only thing that Ethan can say to his younger brother. Slamming the trunk shut, he reaches over and tousles Adrian's hair a little, "come on, let's get a move on. I'm sure that Sharon is desperate to get to the rental place and shower."
Maybe it was the dirty look that Sharon gave him, or the feel of someone's hand in his hair, or just the fact that Sharon is within the same ten-mile radius as himself. He recalls the last time that he had seen his sister-in- law. Ethan had been out taking Nathan to a day camp, he had just gotten the call from Henry Sloat giving him a research position at Venture Corp. Oh goodness, the woman had basically chased him out of the house, hitting and slapping him, another disagreement over… the length of his hair, among other things. Okay, so he had been chased from the house, and he had fled to the house of one of an ex-love interest that lived down the street. For the rest of the day he hid there sniffling under the comforter in the guest room, scared that Sharon would come after him again.
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Rain pours down; drenching Omi and making clothes cling to his slender frame. Brushing blond hair from his eyes, he looks over the edge of the rooftop at the club below. The owners have begun a kidnapping and prostitution ring. This club is one of the main pick-up houses. Kidnapping clubbers that fit some yet unknown criteria and then forcing them to exchange sexual favors for their lives.
One thing that is certain, Ken does not fit whatever standards this group is looking for. This is even after Aya had dressed the former soccer player to play decoy on this mission. Poor Ken had looked extremely uncomfortable in the clubbing clothes his lover had chosen for him. Not that Omi would have felt much more comfortable, thank you very much, shorts are just fine… everyone else can just keep their outfits that look like they are begging to be peeled out of and ravished upon any available horizontal surface. Then again, that is how Yohji always used to dress.
Oh crash, Ken is leaving the club, and he didn't see the water drain. Omi has to stifle a laugh as he watches his teammate get drenched with cold rainwater so soon after exiting the club. Still watching, he can now see Aya taking leave of his backup position. Tomorrow is Aya's turn to be decoy, and if Aya-kun is unsuccessful… Omi shudders, unsure of it is the concept of being decoy again, or being in a club with the possibility of so many drunks making passes at him.
Okay, everyone has left their positions… the mission is over for tonight, and a hot bath had better be waiting for him back at the apartment. Ken is going to end up with an arrow in his back if he even goes near the tub before he has a chance at it. A small frown finds its way to Omi's face, Yohji used to wrap him up in a ridiculously oversized towel after a hot bath and carry him to the bed. The additional heat would have him panting in no time, and Yotan would always kiss away the tears that would form in the corners of his eyes before sending him tumbling into a sea of pleasure. All the while holding him gently within the embrace of strong arms, and after the final crescendo of ecstasy had passed Yohji would pull him that much closer, and Omi would fall asleep listening to the soothing sound of Yohji's heart beating in time with his own.
Leaning against the edge of the rooftop, all the strength seems to abandon Omi and he simply slides into a kneeling position; tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with rain drops. Omi cries. He cries for the night that he lost Ouka and Yohji had held and comforted him while he cried heaving sobs that wracked his small body. Cries for the night that he cradled Yohji in his arms, heard the gasping breaths and finally felt a shiver when the last breath was drawn and Yohji had died. But mostly Omi cries for the little boy that was lost so many years ago.
Time passes and Omi eventually finds his way back to the flower shop. By now the rain has washed away the tears, leaving only a heavy sinking feeling in his heart. Wearily he drags himself up the stairs towards the bedroom. On the table is the homework that he had finished earlier in the evening. Collapsing into the bed, he remembers one little detail about the day after he is scheduled to be decoy… history make-up exam. It was because of a mission that he failed the regular exam. If he messes up on this one there is the possibility of not graduating with the rest of his group. Snuggling into his pillow, he comes to the conclusion that Ken will just have to be sent out again as a decoy and he will take the night afterwards. Within moments, the blond assassin's breathing deepens as he tumbles blissfully towards sleep. In the time between waking and dreaming, Omi feels the comforting sensation of strong arms wrapping around his small body spreading the feeling of love and acceptance. The flutter of a kiss is planted on the corner of his eye.
"Aishteru Omi."
"Yohji?!" Startled awake, Omi looks around the room… hoping against hope that Yohji will be there, and only finds himself alone.
----------------------- [1] "Vente gatitos, a recoger las maletas."= "Come on kittens, let's get the bags/suitcases."
And for those curious…. here is a link to a cute little illustration of what Adrian Noir, Jason Christophe (Yohji Kudou) look like. Omi is there too, playing with Yohji's hair. So Kawai!! XD
http://niyao.net/fanart/neko_kun.jpg
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