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 five.
A bump in the road jostles all the people riding in the public bus that is heading to San Juan. Stretching, Yohji straightens up and looks out the window at the scenery passing by. Pushing wire-frame glasses up, he makes a mental note to change over to contact lenses while waiting in New York for the next flight. The next bump nearly sends him crashing to the floor of the bus.
"Crash, these pot holes put the Grand Canyon to shame," he comments to whomever is actually awake at this hour in the bus.
"Pot holes? You mean Craters," is the flippant response he gets from the back of the bus (which if truth to be told, is a van) originating from a sleepy Rei-chan.
Movement from the side startles him for a moment. Koneko, flinging a sweater into his lap and then using it as a makeshift pillow. "Oyashumi Neko-ku~n," she tells him as she practically curls up into his lap and falls asleep (with every intention of not waking until the van arrives at the airport).
Looking down at the sleeping blonde, Yohji carefully takes the sweater from the top of his carry on and places that across Koneko's back… curls around her and promptly falls asleep as well.
Two hours later Yoli shakes the kittens awake… "Gatitos, ya llegamos al areopuerto. Se tienen que despertar.[1]"
Groggily the kittens climb out of the van and take their suitcases. After paying the driver, the bags all get taken to agricultural inspection to make sure that no one is carrying anything that they shouldn't be toting into a foreign country.
The next few hours are a bore, waiting in line to check-in and have the bags taken. Wait in another line to pass through security to reach the gate. Sit in the waiting room for the plane to arrive… At the very least they are together, alone the trip would have been insufferable, but in a group, they can annoy each other. With the plane arriving at the gate all the passengers shuffle aboard to their designated seats. Next stop New York, and after that… Japan!
New York. Miracles will never cease. Koneko had started to get hyper on the plane as it was landing. A hyper Koneko can range from fidgeting, drawing, telling bad jokes to cartwheels and flips.
Yohji watches the small blonde girl as she cartwheels up and down the aisle. It is a miracle that security has not stopped her yet, or kicked the entire group out of the airport. Then again, she is being careful not to be in anyone's way. Poking his nose back into his book, Yotan mutters, "can't believe that she is older than me." Everyone else is trying to ignore the fact that the overly energetic girl is traveling with them.
Boarding call. At least Koneko can't do cartwheels or flips on the airplane, or at least everyone hopes that she can't. Gathering the carry- ons they walk down the ramp towards the plane after their seats are called. Six little Puerto Ricans heading to Japan, two of American decent, four of Hispanic descent: only one from all is going to push back the curtain of doubt that enshrouds his memory.
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The sound of happy twittering birds wakes Omi from his restful slumber. Looking up at the little feathered fiends with sleep filled eyes, he suddenly wishes that he had his crossbow in hand. Saturday, and an exam on Monday… can his teachers get any more sadistic?
Sigh. It's not their fault that his schoolwork is starting to suffer because of his unique after-school job. That's not right either. He's always had the support of Yohji in his studies… Aya and Ken also were supportive, but Yohji had always felt a lot stronger about Omi getting what he considered a proper education. Mostly in part due to the fact the Yotan had never been able to finish high school since his family had kicked him out of the house and he had started working to support himself in order to survive. Yohji would take his assignments in for him on the days that he was too beat (literally) to move and also pick up the new assignments so that he wouldn't be behind his classmates, in addition to working an extra shift or two so that Omi could get the time to do mission research and study for any up coming exams.
Dragging himself out of bed, Omi makes his way to the bathroom to shower before he has to start with his studies.
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Yohji looks around the airplane cabin, bored. The movie playing on the little monitors is some second rate Hollywood flick that should have been burned before even arriving at the theaters, much less to the rentals, and even more so before being put on a plane with a literally captive audience.
In the seat next to him, the window seat, is Koneko-chan… Thankfully she lets the window shutter remain closed. Being over large bodies of water just makes him uncomfortable to no end whatsoever. A slight shiver runs up his spine at the memory of dangling over the dark foreboding nighttime waters rushing beneath him as torrential rain lashed at him, with his life depending on…
"Basta[2]," Koneko tells him, landing a light rabbit punch to his shoulder for emphasis.
Yohji/Neko-kun just over looks at the young blonde, his upper lip twitches upwards slightly, a silent question.
"You are brooding… and a brooding Neko is no fun." She tells him with a pout, "besides, if you are moving like that. I can't use your shoulder for a pillow."
Sigh. "Here, why don't we try this," he asks her as he flips the dividing armrest into an upright position then drops his pillow into her lap and then essentially curls into her lap; a reverse of their positions from the bus. "There, now we can both sleep peacefully, ne?"
In bliss filled dreams he sees the cerulean-eyed boy stretched across a bed, engrossed with several large volumes of texts. Omi. Treading on light feet, he walks over to the bed and cautiously sits down on the edge.
Leaning down, he hugs the boy unaware of his presence. Tucking his chin over Omi's shoulder, he whispers into the blonde's ear, his voice dropping into a huskier tone as the words come out in a melody. "Un poco de ti para sobrevivir," just a little of you so that I can survive, "esta noche que viene… fria y sola," this coming cold and lonely night. A quick nip at Omi's earlobe and Yohji just rests his cheek against the archer's shoulder, content just being able to share time in dreams with the boy.
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A warm embrace: that is what it feels like, Omi thinks to himself while studying. Absentmindedly he reaches up, letting fingertips dwell over the earlobe. Looking back down at his notes, and lets out an exasperated sigh… What was he thinking while daydreaming? Picking up the pencil, he begins to erase the gibberish that he wrote: 'Un poco de ti …'
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They were on their way back to Rincon when the other car ran the red light and crashed into them. The Venture Corp. company car that Adrian Noir was driving was devastated after being ricocheted and eventually sent spinning into an electric post.
Everything seems to be painted red and blue as lights from official vehicles flash on and off. A child's soft whimpering brings Adrian's consciousness slightly forward. Turning his head to see, pain flares up through his entire body… grimacing, he allows his head to lull to the side. When he opens his eyes he suddenly wishes that he hadn't. Ethan's body lies limp, as though asleep, the only thing difference being the river of blood flowing down the front of his face, and eyes wide open staring into oblivion. Trembling he reaches up and closes his older brother's staring eyes.
"Nathan? Sharon?" Twisting slightly, he looks into the back seat of the car, ignoring the pain that flashes. Sharon is dead as well. That much is evident by her posture, or lack of. She was snapped almost in half by the seatbelt buckle that goes across her waist… she had slipped out of the shoulder strap to reach something that was on the other side of Nathan's car seat. Nathan? Oh no, he isn't making any noise.
The small body strapped into the car seat isn't moving except for a haphazard breathing pattern. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers the fact that the burning sensation on his chin is most likely the chemicals released with the airbag. Reaching back towards Nathan, he ignores the pain screaming up through his right arm. Darkness dances on the edge of his consciousness as reality begins wavering in and out of focus. "Nate? You have to wake up now, we have to get out of the car," tears form in the corners of his eyes, "please, you have to wake up."
Voices outside. The voices sound worried. Don't worry about him… Worry about Nate! Dear Lord, just save Nathan. Adrian Noir finally succumbs to the oblivion of unconsciousness and slumps forward against his brother's seat. The two ebon haired brothers leaning towards each other would later remind rescuers of a twisted version of the Gemini zodiac symbol.
Within moments a set of ambulances has taken Adrian and Nathan to the nearest hospital for care. Regrettably Ethan is taken to the morgue, and is soon followed by his wife, Sharon.
----------------------- [1] "Kittens, we have arrived at the airport. You guys have to wake up."
[2] Basta=Quit it/Cut it out.
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 five.
A bump in the road jostles all the people riding in the public bus that is heading to San Juan. Stretching, Yohji straightens up and looks out the window at the scenery passing by. Pushing wire-frame glasses up, he makes a mental note to change over to contact lenses while waiting in New York for the next flight. The next bump nearly sends him crashing to the floor of the bus.
"Crash, these pot holes put the Grand Canyon to shame," he comments to whomever is actually awake at this hour in the bus.
"Pot holes? You mean Craters," is the flippant response he gets from the back of the bus (which if truth to be told, is a van) originating from a sleepy Rei-chan.
Movement from the side startles him for a moment. Koneko, flinging a sweater into his lap and then using it as a makeshift pillow. "Oyashumi Neko-ku~n," she tells him as she practically curls up into his lap and falls asleep (with every intention of not waking until the van arrives at the airport).
Looking down at the sleeping blonde, Yohji carefully takes the sweater from the top of his carry on and places that across Koneko's back… curls around her and promptly falls asleep as well.
Two hours later Yoli shakes the kittens awake… "Gatitos, ya llegamos al areopuerto. Se tienen que despertar.[1]"
Groggily the kittens climb out of the van and take their suitcases. After paying the driver, the bags all get taken to agricultural inspection to make sure that no one is carrying anything that they shouldn't be toting into a foreign country.
The next few hours are a bore, waiting in line to check-in and have the bags taken. Wait in another line to pass through security to reach the gate. Sit in the waiting room for the plane to arrive… At the very least they are together, alone the trip would have been insufferable, but in a group, they can annoy each other. With the plane arriving at the gate all the passengers shuffle aboard to their designated seats. Next stop New York, and after that… Japan!
New York. Miracles will never cease. Koneko had started to get hyper on the plane as it was landing. A hyper Koneko can range from fidgeting, drawing, telling bad jokes to cartwheels and flips.
Yohji watches the small blonde girl as she cartwheels up and down the aisle. It is a miracle that security has not stopped her yet, or kicked the entire group out of the airport. Then again, she is being careful not to be in anyone's way. Poking his nose back into his book, Yotan mutters, "can't believe that she is older than me." Everyone else is trying to ignore the fact that the overly energetic girl is traveling with them.
Boarding call. At least Koneko can't do cartwheels or flips on the airplane, or at least everyone hopes that she can't. Gathering the carry- ons they walk down the ramp towards the plane after their seats are called. Six little Puerto Ricans heading to Japan, two of American decent, four of Hispanic descent: only one from all is going to push back the curtain of doubt that enshrouds his memory.
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The sound of happy twittering birds wakes Omi from his restful slumber. Looking up at the little feathered fiends with sleep filled eyes, he suddenly wishes that he had his crossbow in hand. Saturday, and an exam on Monday… can his teachers get any more sadistic?
Sigh. It's not their fault that his schoolwork is starting to suffer because of his unique after-school job. That's not right either. He's always had the support of Yohji in his studies… Aya and Ken also were supportive, but Yohji had always felt a lot stronger about Omi getting what he considered a proper education. Mostly in part due to the fact the Yotan had never been able to finish high school since his family had kicked him out of the house and he had started working to support himself in order to survive. Yohji would take his assignments in for him on the days that he was too beat (literally) to move and also pick up the new assignments so that he wouldn't be behind his classmates, in addition to working an extra shift or two so that Omi could get the time to do mission research and study for any up coming exams.
Dragging himself out of bed, Omi makes his way to the bathroom to shower before he has to start with his studies.
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Yohji looks around the airplane cabin, bored. The movie playing on the little monitors is some second rate Hollywood flick that should have been burned before even arriving at the theaters, much less to the rentals, and even more so before being put on a plane with a literally captive audience.
In the seat next to him, the window seat, is Koneko-chan… Thankfully she lets the window shutter remain closed. Being over large bodies of water just makes him uncomfortable to no end whatsoever. A slight shiver runs up his spine at the memory of dangling over the dark foreboding nighttime waters rushing beneath him as torrential rain lashed at him, with his life depending on…
"Basta[2]," Koneko tells him, landing a light rabbit punch to his shoulder for emphasis.
Yohji/Neko-kun just over looks at the young blonde, his upper lip twitches upwards slightly, a silent question.
"You are brooding… and a brooding Neko is no fun." She tells him with a pout, "besides, if you are moving like that. I can't use your shoulder for a pillow."
Sigh. "Here, why don't we try this," he asks her as he flips the dividing armrest into an upright position then drops his pillow into her lap and then essentially curls into her lap; a reverse of their positions from the bus. "There, now we can both sleep peacefully, ne?"
In bliss filled dreams he sees the cerulean-eyed boy stretched across a bed, engrossed with several large volumes of texts. Omi. Treading on light feet, he walks over to the bed and cautiously sits down on the edge.
Leaning down, he hugs the boy unaware of his presence. Tucking his chin over Omi's shoulder, he whispers into the blonde's ear, his voice dropping into a huskier tone as the words come out in a melody. "Un poco de ti para sobrevivir," just a little of you so that I can survive, "esta noche que viene… fria y sola," this coming cold and lonely night. A quick nip at Omi's earlobe and Yohji just rests his cheek against the archer's shoulder, content just being able to share time in dreams with the boy.
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A warm embrace: that is what it feels like, Omi thinks to himself while studying. Absentmindedly he reaches up, letting fingertips dwell over the earlobe. Looking back down at his notes, and lets out an exasperated sigh… What was he thinking while daydreaming? Picking up the pencil, he begins to erase the gibberish that he wrote: 'Un poco de ti …'
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They were on their way back to Rincon when the other car ran the red light and crashed into them. The Venture Corp. company car that Adrian Noir was driving was devastated after being ricocheted and eventually sent spinning into an electric post.
Everything seems to be painted red and blue as lights from official vehicles flash on and off. A child's soft whimpering brings Adrian's consciousness slightly forward. Turning his head to see, pain flares up through his entire body… grimacing, he allows his head to lull to the side. When he opens his eyes he suddenly wishes that he hadn't. Ethan's body lies limp, as though asleep, the only thing difference being the river of blood flowing down the front of his face, and eyes wide open staring into oblivion. Trembling he reaches up and closes his older brother's staring eyes.
"Nathan? Sharon?" Twisting slightly, he looks into the back seat of the car, ignoring the pain that flashes. Sharon is dead as well. That much is evident by her posture, or lack of. She was snapped almost in half by the seatbelt buckle that goes across her waist… she had slipped out of the shoulder strap to reach something that was on the other side of Nathan's car seat. Nathan? Oh no, he isn't making any noise.
The small body strapped into the car seat isn't moving except for a haphazard breathing pattern. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers the fact that the burning sensation on his chin is most likely the chemicals released with the airbag. Reaching back towards Nathan, he ignores the pain screaming up through his right arm. Darkness dances on the edge of his consciousness as reality begins wavering in and out of focus. "Nate? You have to wake up now, we have to get out of the car," tears form in the corners of his eyes, "please, you have to wake up."
Voices outside. The voices sound worried. Don't worry about him… Worry about Nate! Dear Lord, just save Nathan. Adrian Noir finally succumbs to the oblivion of unconsciousness and slumps forward against his brother's seat. The two ebon haired brothers leaning towards each other would later remind rescuers of a twisted version of the Gemini zodiac symbol.
Within moments a set of ambulances has taken Adrian and Nathan to the nearest hospital for care. Regrettably Ethan is taken to the morgue, and is soon followed by his wife, Sharon.
----------------------- [1] "Kittens, we have arrived at the airport. You guys have to wake up."
[2] Basta=Quit it/Cut it out.