nDisclaimers: 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 six.
After parking the car, Brad and Schuldig walk into the Narita Airport. The flight from New York arrived at least ten minutes ago and the passengers are retrieving their luggage from the baggage claim area.
People come flooding through open doors, the same as in the vision. Now the trick is to find Yohji within the throngs of people, and then to take him with them without causing a huge scene. A light scan over the top of the crowd reveals far less than what Crawford was hoping for. The jade-eyed blond still hasn't been spotted. Meanwhile Schuldig has wandered over to the vending machines to get a cold soda pop.
Before he can react, a group brushes past Crawford, throwing back at him a strangely accented 'Sumimasen.' From the tone of voices speaking, the majority of them would be female . . . Glancing in their direction he can see five females and one male. The male, while doing his best to essentially juggle a carry on bag and a suitcase with wheels, is being dragged along in a headlock by the girl with glasses and shoulder length black hair. Turning his attention back to looking for Yohji, Crawford forgets about the group of youngsters. The light pressure of a hand on his shoulder lets him know that Schuldig is back.
"Brad," Schuldig comments, "Yohji just walked right past us." Green eyes are intently watching something just outside.
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Once outside the airport Rosal lets Neko-kun out of the headlock so that they can work on getting the bags into the trunk of the taxi. A slight argument is quelled about seating arrangements before the decision of a second taxi is agreed upon. Rosal, Rei-chan and Sasha take the first taxi, while Yoli, Koneko and Neko will take the second one.
Just as Jason is about to get in the taxi, something bright catches his eye. A tall redhead wearing a white trench coat is visible through the glass doors of the airport. Something tells him that if he were closer he would be able to see that the man has green eyes, a shade different from his own jade. A single word jumps to mind, Schuldig, guilt in german . . . the man looks like the embodiment of crimson guilt. Suddenly he feels like a kitten trapped within the beams of an oncoming car.
Fingers touch his brow in a futile gesture as memories jump forward. Jade green eyes widen, whether from shock or fear, when he sees the man wearing the cream colored suit turn around; Brad Crawford, the man that killed him. The hand that was at his temple travels to his wrist, instinctively reaching for a weapon that would have been there a lifetime ago. He nearly dies from shock when a small hand reaches over and grabs the back hem of his jacket.
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Brad looks in the direction that Schuldig is staring and sees the one that they were looking for. Finally seeing him, he realizes why it was so easy for Yohji to just walk right past them. While Yohji had been tall and sleek, this boy is small and delicate. A perfectly adorable little doll, and getting more and more unnerved by the second. Even from this distance it is still easy to see that he can't be much taller than what Nagi used to be, if that at all.
Aside from the eyes, the motion of touching his wrist, searching for the concealed weapon, is all the proof that Brad needs to tell him that, that is Yohji. A smile spreads across Crawford's features as he and Schuldig begin to make their way towards the nervous boy watching them just outside the doors.
Just as the automatic sliding doors open, Crawford can see Yohji make a startled jump as one of the girls grabs his jacket. An American looking girl pokes her head out of the taxi and says something to Yohji in a language other than English or Japanese. His first guess at the language would be French from the roundness of the way she speaks. A small sound of agreement is audible from Yohji just before he disappears into the taxi. The last thing that Brad sees of Yotan is a set of scared jade eyes as the taxi drives off.
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The ride to the hotel is for the most part uneventful. Yoli and Koneko both gaze out the windows in excitement at the new surroundings, delighting in simple things. Not knowing how else to react, Yohji mimics their reactions; expressing enthusiasm each time that something new draws their attention. The first taxi has already dropped off the rest of their group, and they have started checking into the rooms. Once the check-in in completed, they head up to the third floor to see the rooms, 314 and 315.
As soon as the door is open, Koneko dashes in and dives into the closest bed, being careful not to get her shoes on the bed. Yohji walks in dragging behind him his suitcase and carry-on bag, shaking his head slightly, followed shortly behind by Yoli. From the next room he can hear Rosal and Rei-chan arguing, apparently Rosal put the suitcase on the bed and Rei-chan got ticked since it had been on the floor and is now obviously dirty by her standards. The noise reminding him that the same argument will come from Koneko if he tries to throw his suitcase on the bed…
Tipping his suitcase over on the floor and opening it, he begins to unpack. Pulling the plush kitty 'Meow' from the bag he tosses it up onto the bed he assumes will be his. "Which drawers do I use?"
Koneko peeks over the side of the bed with a smirk, "I'll take the bottom ones since I'm built closer to the ground."
Standing up straight and looking Yoli in the eyes, "You want the top ones? You're taller."
"If you want the top drawers, is okay with me," she replies pushing a long black braided hair out of the way.
"Yoli, you take the top ones, I'm closer to the ground than you." Opening up the second set of drawers he begins putting the clothes in, emptying out the suitcase. Moving out of the way every once in a while so that Yoli can reach the drawers on the other side of him. Eventually all the clothes are either sitting in the drawers or hanging in the closet with the shoes lined up neatly across the back of the closet, his in the middle, Koneko's being farthest since it is easier for her to squeeze into weird places, and Yoli's being closest.
A knock on the door and Sasha pokes her head in, "Hey we were thinking of getting something to eat now. You guys coming along too?"
Only Yoli's head pops up at the mention of food. Neko is already sprawled across his bed with an arm curled around the plush kitty starting to doze off, and Koneko is sitting on the floor in front of the dresser finishing up arranging her clothes in the drawers.
Yoli looks over at Koneko, "Chula, vente con nosotras. No has comido hoy.[1]"
Getting up from her cross-legged position, Koneko yawns while nodding her head, agreeing to go with them to eat. Tapping Neko on the back of his leg she asks him, "Hey you coming too?" A lazy wave from the bed is all the answer that she needs. "Before you fall asleep completely remember to take out your lenses, your eyes are going to be killing you if you don't," she says just before snatching her purse and walking out the door.
A sleepy jade colored eye peeks open at the sound of the door closing. Koneko is right about taking the lenses out now before he is too tired. Halfway rolling and halfway sliding, he gets off the bed and makes his way to the restroom. On the countertop is the contact lens carry case/compact that Koneko gave him as a present before starting out on this trip. Opening the counter drawer, he brings out the saline solution and his glasses case. Snapping open the Badz Maru compact, he takes the lens case out, and rinses out each side before filling the cups with saline solution. Leaning closer to the mirror, Yohji carefully takes out the right lens and places it in the solution filled cup and securely screws the lid back in place before repeating the same process with the left lens. Lightly running fingers across the counter top he locates the glasses case and quickly puts those on.
Now that he can see again, he pulls a small vial out of the compact case… Unscrewing the cap, he suddenly wonders how on earth he is supposed to fill it with the saline solution. Biting his lip slightly from frustration, he examines the little vial more carefully. His glasses have slipped down when he realizes that the nib of the vial just pulls out so that the saline solution can be put in. Snatching up a bottle of saline solution (making sure that he takes the correct one, since he has allergic reactions to what ever brand it is that Koneko uses) and fills up the little vial before replacing it to its proper location in the compact. Pushing the glasses back up to their intended spot, Yohji decides that it would be best to get ready for bed, since it is obvious that he is not staying awake much longer, and the girls will want to go out in the morning to do some sightseeing and shopping.
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Putting a terracotta pot down on the floor, Omi looks up just in time to see a group of foreign girls enter the flower shop. Five girls, late teens to early twenties, one with dark auburn hair, one with blond hair curling up at the ends, three with black hair. From the way the girls are shivering it is obvious that they are not used to Japan's weather just yet.
Omi glances over at Aya to see if the temperamental redhead will even acknowledge the new customers. Watering can in hand, it looks like Aya would not admit to the girls existence even if they decided to swing from his eartails.
Jumping up energetically from where he was crouching next to the pot, Omi says the usual, "Irrasaimasu," with a bright smile. To which is responded a varying combination of 'thank you's and 'arigatou's along with a healthy dose of giggles as the girls wander around the shop making various comments in whatever language it is that they are speaking. The blond girl, the one that apparently responds to the name 'Koneko,' keeps looking at him and Aya when she thinks they aren't paying attention. Then again, with as many stares that they get on a regular basis, it isn't so unusual.
Ken comes wandering in through the backdoor after having finished making the deliveries for the day. One of the many high school girls prowling the area accidentally trips and falls against the ex-soccer player causing his hip to hit against the counter. Wincing in pain, he helps the girl upright and rubs against the spot he knows that there will be a nasty bruise within the next few hours.
Omi scurries over to the cash register, to ring up the flowers that the blond has chosen, six roses each one a different color. Before he can tell her the total, she is digging around in her bag and pulls out a small Hello Kitty notepad and pen. In broken and strangely accented Japanese, she asks him to write what she owes while holding the Kitty items out for him to take. Taking the small pink notepad and pen from her, he realizes why she wants it written. While she can ask simple questions, she still has problems with numbers. Quickly he writes the total for her purchase, and hands the items back to her so that she can take out the appropriate amount of yen.
With the transaction finished, she practically skips back to her friends while toting the roses. Over the din of the schoolgirls, her voice can be heard as clear as the tinkling of a silver bell. The only part that he understands is "Omi the Bombay," "Ken the Siberian," "Aya the Orchid Abyssinian" and when she partially switches to English as she steps onto the street and comments, "the only one missing would be Yohji the Balinese."
At hearing their codenames spoken out loud by someone not in Kritiker, Aya whips around, ready to attack if necessary. The laws of physics while still very much in effect, cause the water from the can to go flying out, being stopped by the closest object to Aya. The closest object being Ken, carrying a medium sized plastic planter that had just been seeded. Aya's sudden and unexpected movement throws Ken off balance, causing him to lose his grip on the now slippery planter, which in turn lands squarely on his foot sending dirt everywhere, and Ken to the floor.
Omi starts looking for a way to get out from behind the register so he can chase the girls down and find out how she knew their codenames, and to make sure that Aya doesn't get to them first. A glance over at Aya shows that he is having serious trouble both in trying to help Ken up from the floor and finding a passage through the high school girls that are fawning over their poor dear injured Ken. Thank Kami-sama for small miracles.
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Noir gazes emotionlessly out the window at the passing scenery. Ethan is dead, Sharon is dead and Nathan is never going to wake up again. In that terrible moment he had become Nathan's guardian. What good will that does when the only option left for the boy is death. The doctors wanted to turn off the machines that were keeping the small boy alive.
The hospital kept him overnight for observation, and he had called up to work to see if the vacation could be cancelled. Wanting to go back to keep his mind off the accident that claimed the last of his family, but also wanting to make sure that Erik is still as okay as he can be. Sloat had said there was no problem with him coming back so suddenly, and the he himself would go over and bring him back to Arecibo.
Arrangements have been made to have Nathan transferred from the Rincon hospital to the one over in Arecibo. That way at least Nate will be close by in case anything else should happen.
----------------------- [1] Honey, let's go. You haven't eaten today.
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 six.
After parking the car, Brad and Schuldig walk into the Narita Airport. The flight from New York arrived at least ten minutes ago and the passengers are retrieving their luggage from the baggage claim area.
People come flooding through open doors, the same as in the vision. Now the trick is to find Yohji within the throngs of people, and then to take him with them without causing a huge scene. A light scan over the top of the crowd reveals far less than what Crawford was hoping for. The jade-eyed blond still hasn't been spotted. Meanwhile Schuldig has wandered over to the vending machines to get a cold soda pop.
Before he can react, a group brushes past Crawford, throwing back at him a strangely accented 'Sumimasen.' From the tone of voices speaking, the majority of them would be female . . . Glancing in their direction he can see five females and one male. The male, while doing his best to essentially juggle a carry on bag and a suitcase with wheels, is being dragged along in a headlock by the girl with glasses and shoulder length black hair. Turning his attention back to looking for Yohji, Crawford forgets about the group of youngsters. The light pressure of a hand on his shoulder lets him know that Schuldig is back.
"Brad," Schuldig comments, "Yohji just walked right past us." Green eyes are intently watching something just outside.
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Once outside the airport Rosal lets Neko-kun out of the headlock so that they can work on getting the bags into the trunk of the taxi. A slight argument is quelled about seating arrangements before the decision of a second taxi is agreed upon. Rosal, Rei-chan and Sasha take the first taxi, while Yoli, Koneko and Neko will take the second one.
Just as Jason is about to get in the taxi, something bright catches his eye. A tall redhead wearing a white trench coat is visible through the glass doors of the airport. Something tells him that if he were closer he would be able to see that the man has green eyes, a shade different from his own jade. A single word jumps to mind, Schuldig, guilt in german . . . the man looks like the embodiment of crimson guilt. Suddenly he feels like a kitten trapped within the beams of an oncoming car.
Fingers touch his brow in a futile gesture as memories jump forward. Jade green eyes widen, whether from shock or fear, when he sees the man wearing the cream colored suit turn around; Brad Crawford, the man that killed him. The hand that was at his temple travels to his wrist, instinctively reaching for a weapon that would have been there a lifetime ago. He nearly dies from shock when a small hand reaches over and grabs the back hem of his jacket.
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Brad looks in the direction that Schuldig is staring and sees the one that they were looking for. Finally seeing him, he realizes why it was so easy for Yohji to just walk right past them. While Yohji had been tall and sleek, this boy is small and delicate. A perfectly adorable little doll, and getting more and more unnerved by the second. Even from this distance it is still easy to see that he can't be much taller than what Nagi used to be, if that at all.
Aside from the eyes, the motion of touching his wrist, searching for the concealed weapon, is all the proof that Brad needs to tell him that, that is Yohji. A smile spreads across Crawford's features as he and Schuldig begin to make their way towards the nervous boy watching them just outside the doors.
Just as the automatic sliding doors open, Crawford can see Yohji make a startled jump as one of the girls grabs his jacket. An American looking girl pokes her head out of the taxi and says something to Yohji in a language other than English or Japanese. His first guess at the language would be French from the roundness of the way she speaks. A small sound of agreement is audible from Yohji just before he disappears into the taxi. The last thing that Brad sees of Yotan is a set of scared jade eyes as the taxi drives off.
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The ride to the hotel is for the most part uneventful. Yoli and Koneko both gaze out the windows in excitement at the new surroundings, delighting in simple things. Not knowing how else to react, Yohji mimics their reactions; expressing enthusiasm each time that something new draws their attention. The first taxi has already dropped off the rest of their group, and they have started checking into the rooms. Once the check-in in completed, they head up to the third floor to see the rooms, 314 and 315.
As soon as the door is open, Koneko dashes in and dives into the closest bed, being careful not to get her shoes on the bed. Yohji walks in dragging behind him his suitcase and carry-on bag, shaking his head slightly, followed shortly behind by Yoli. From the next room he can hear Rosal and Rei-chan arguing, apparently Rosal put the suitcase on the bed and Rei-chan got ticked since it had been on the floor and is now obviously dirty by her standards. The noise reminding him that the same argument will come from Koneko if he tries to throw his suitcase on the bed…
Tipping his suitcase over on the floor and opening it, he begins to unpack. Pulling the plush kitty 'Meow' from the bag he tosses it up onto the bed he assumes will be his. "Which drawers do I use?"
Koneko peeks over the side of the bed with a smirk, "I'll take the bottom ones since I'm built closer to the ground."
Standing up straight and looking Yoli in the eyes, "You want the top ones? You're taller."
"If you want the top drawers, is okay with me," she replies pushing a long black braided hair out of the way.
"Yoli, you take the top ones, I'm closer to the ground than you." Opening up the second set of drawers he begins putting the clothes in, emptying out the suitcase. Moving out of the way every once in a while so that Yoli can reach the drawers on the other side of him. Eventually all the clothes are either sitting in the drawers or hanging in the closet with the shoes lined up neatly across the back of the closet, his in the middle, Koneko's being farthest since it is easier for her to squeeze into weird places, and Yoli's being closest.
A knock on the door and Sasha pokes her head in, "Hey we were thinking of getting something to eat now. You guys coming along too?"
Only Yoli's head pops up at the mention of food. Neko is already sprawled across his bed with an arm curled around the plush kitty starting to doze off, and Koneko is sitting on the floor in front of the dresser finishing up arranging her clothes in the drawers.
Yoli looks over at Koneko, "Chula, vente con nosotras. No has comido hoy.[1]"
Getting up from her cross-legged position, Koneko yawns while nodding her head, agreeing to go with them to eat. Tapping Neko on the back of his leg she asks him, "Hey you coming too?" A lazy wave from the bed is all the answer that she needs. "Before you fall asleep completely remember to take out your lenses, your eyes are going to be killing you if you don't," she says just before snatching her purse and walking out the door.
A sleepy jade colored eye peeks open at the sound of the door closing. Koneko is right about taking the lenses out now before he is too tired. Halfway rolling and halfway sliding, he gets off the bed and makes his way to the restroom. On the countertop is the contact lens carry case/compact that Koneko gave him as a present before starting out on this trip. Opening the counter drawer, he brings out the saline solution and his glasses case. Snapping open the Badz Maru compact, he takes the lens case out, and rinses out each side before filling the cups with saline solution. Leaning closer to the mirror, Yohji carefully takes out the right lens and places it in the solution filled cup and securely screws the lid back in place before repeating the same process with the left lens. Lightly running fingers across the counter top he locates the glasses case and quickly puts those on.
Now that he can see again, he pulls a small vial out of the compact case… Unscrewing the cap, he suddenly wonders how on earth he is supposed to fill it with the saline solution. Biting his lip slightly from frustration, he examines the little vial more carefully. His glasses have slipped down when he realizes that the nib of the vial just pulls out so that the saline solution can be put in. Snatching up a bottle of saline solution (making sure that he takes the correct one, since he has allergic reactions to what ever brand it is that Koneko uses) and fills up the little vial before replacing it to its proper location in the compact. Pushing the glasses back up to their intended spot, Yohji decides that it would be best to get ready for bed, since it is obvious that he is not staying awake much longer, and the girls will want to go out in the morning to do some sightseeing and shopping.
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Putting a terracotta pot down on the floor, Omi looks up just in time to see a group of foreign girls enter the flower shop. Five girls, late teens to early twenties, one with dark auburn hair, one with blond hair curling up at the ends, three with black hair. From the way the girls are shivering it is obvious that they are not used to Japan's weather just yet.
Omi glances over at Aya to see if the temperamental redhead will even acknowledge the new customers. Watering can in hand, it looks like Aya would not admit to the girls existence even if they decided to swing from his eartails.
Jumping up energetically from where he was crouching next to the pot, Omi says the usual, "Irrasaimasu," with a bright smile. To which is responded a varying combination of 'thank you's and 'arigatou's along with a healthy dose of giggles as the girls wander around the shop making various comments in whatever language it is that they are speaking. The blond girl, the one that apparently responds to the name 'Koneko,' keeps looking at him and Aya when she thinks they aren't paying attention. Then again, with as many stares that they get on a regular basis, it isn't so unusual.
Ken comes wandering in through the backdoor after having finished making the deliveries for the day. One of the many high school girls prowling the area accidentally trips and falls against the ex-soccer player causing his hip to hit against the counter. Wincing in pain, he helps the girl upright and rubs against the spot he knows that there will be a nasty bruise within the next few hours.
Omi scurries over to the cash register, to ring up the flowers that the blond has chosen, six roses each one a different color. Before he can tell her the total, she is digging around in her bag and pulls out a small Hello Kitty notepad and pen. In broken and strangely accented Japanese, she asks him to write what she owes while holding the Kitty items out for him to take. Taking the small pink notepad and pen from her, he realizes why she wants it written. While she can ask simple questions, she still has problems with numbers. Quickly he writes the total for her purchase, and hands the items back to her so that she can take out the appropriate amount of yen.
With the transaction finished, she practically skips back to her friends while toting the roses. Over the din of the schoolgirls, her voice can be heard as clear as the tinkling of a silver bell. The only part that he understands is "Omi the Bombay," "Ken the Siberian," "Aya the Orchid Abyssinian" and when she partially switches to English as she steps onto the street and comments, "the only one missing would be Yohji the Balinese."
At hearing their codenames spoken out loud by someone not in Kritiker, Aya whips around, ready to attack if necessary. The laws of physics while still very much in effect, cause the water from the can to go flying out, being stopped by the closest object to Aya. The closest object being Ken, carrying a medium sized plastic planter that had just been seeded. Aya's sudden and unexpected movement throws Ken off balance, causing him to lose his grip on the now slippery planter, which in turn lands squarely on his foot sending dirt everywhere, and Ken to the floor.
Omi starts looking for a way to get out from behind the register so he can chase the girls down and find out how she knew their codenames, and to make sure that Aya doesn't get to them first. A glance over at Aya shows that he is having serious trouble both in trying to help Ken up from the floor and finding a passage through the high school girls that are fawning over their poor dear injured Ken. Thank Kami-sama for small miracles.
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Noir gazes emotionlessly out the window at the passing scenery. Ethan is dead, Sharon is dead and Nathan is never going to wake up again. In that terrible moment he had become Nathan's guardian. What good will that does when the only option left for the boy is death. The doctors wanted to turn off the machines that were keeping the small boy alive.
The hospital kept him overnight for observation, and he had called up to work to see if the vacation could be cancelled. Wanting to go back to keep his mind off the accident that claimed the last of his family, but also wanting to make sure that Erik is still as okay as he can be. Sloat had said there was no problem with him coming back so suddenly, and the he himself would go over and bring him back to Arecibo.
Arrangements have been made to have Nathan transferred from the Rincon hospital to the one over in Arecibo. That way at least Nate will be close by in case anything else should happen.
----------------------- [1] Honey, let's go. You haven't eaten today.