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 seven.
Ken comes bounding down the stairs, unhappy about having to be decoy again. "Omi, this was supposed to be your night as decoy. We already know that they have no interest in me." He whines to the smaller assassin.
"Demo, Ken," Omi starts, "you know that I have an exam coming up tomorrow and I can't do badly on it." Cerulean eyes beg the ex-soccer player for understanding. "Besides, if I go in there tonight you know that I won't be able to concentrate properly tomorrow."
"It's not fair. When Aya was in there last night he scared half the place away with one little look."
"Ken-kun, speaking of Aya, he dropped that package over there for you," Omi points towards a nondescript clothing box sitting on the sofa. "He said that you should consider wearing that tonight."
Curiosity killed the cat, and Ken picks up the box and peeks inside. Upon viewing the contents inside, he can come to the definite conclusion that Aya was not thinking of the club when he bought this. Quickly closing the box, he thanks Omi, for what he is not sure.
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"Ne, Neko! You promised us a day to dress you up!!!" This is the scariest thing that Yohji has ever heard. Hiding under the covers and trying to wish himself into oblivion, he knows that he will eventually have to come out and face them.
Something bounces up and down on the bed next to him, Koneko-chan. Peeking out from underneath the covers he can see that she has an aqua blue garment in her hand. "Neko, wake up." Futilely she starts trying to push him off the bed and gives up after a little while.
"Fine." He eventually tells them, knowing that he will get absolutely no rest until he agrees. Sitting up, he throws the covers off, "What am I wearing today?" Yohji nearly faints when Koneko holds up the blue dress.
An hour later, after much arguing, Koneko is putting the finishing touches on Neko's make-up. Looking in the mirror, he can hardly believe his own reflection. Staring back at him is an adorably sexy sleepy eyed young girl. Immediately his gaze locks onto a part of anatomy that he should not have… breasts. Raising an eyebrow, "Koneko, you are sure these things are not going to fall out?"
"Definitively. Unless you decide to do something weird like a cartwheel or a flip," she tells him while running a brush through his hair and separating it into two loose ponytails. After securing the hair ties she picks up a set of matching satin blue ribbons and puts a little bow on each side. "Lose the ribbons and you are dead meat, you know that don't you?"
"Hai, I understand." Checking the dress a little better now that it is on him, Yohji realizes, there are no pockets. "Koneko, where am I supposed to carry my wallet?"
Dropping a make-up compact, lipstick, Neko's Badz Maru lenses compact and his glasses into a purse that resembles more a backpack, and hands it over to him. "Use that."
With a resigned sigh, he takes the purse and also picks up the gray sweater that had been selected for him earlier.
There are serious objections when he sees that Koneko and Yoli try to drag him into department stores to try on clothes. Making plans to meet back at the hotel, Neko wanders into a park that seems vaguely familiar. Playing with one of the ribbons in his hair, he walks out onto one of the many bridges to watch the fish swimming.
The lingering desire for a cigarette passes through his mind, only to be discarded at the memory of his last one and the reaction his body gave to it. Glancing about, he searches for a place to buy candy; a lollipop should be enough to keep his mouth busy for the moment.
A strong wind picks up, swirling around him, making the loosened ribbon in his hands dance. Next to him an overweight American tourist bumps into him, and he can feel a plump hand reach down to caress his buttock. A startled yelp jumps from the back of his throat as he steps away from the offender and accidentally releasing the ribbon.
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The noonday sun shines brightly down on Schuldig as he walks through the park. Reaching up he plucks something from the air, a light blue ribbon flittering by on the wind. Looking around, he sees a young blond running across a bridge, her gaze intently focused on the ribbon. In her hair is a bow matching the ribbon in his hand.
Behind translucent blue sunglasses jade green eyes widen, whether from fear or shock is unknown, as soon as the blond realizes who is holding the ribbon.
Schuldig can't help but to grin when he sees the jade green eyes. Holding the ribbon up and switching over to English, "Yotan, this yours?"
Looking up at the redhead with determination, he says, "I'm not… Yohji." A small hand is raised, palm up waiting for the ribbon to be returned. Trying not to let the taller man know how scared he is at the moment, he lets an innocent smile grace his features.
"How cute, the little kitten is scared." Reaching over, his fingers stroke a path down the blonde's cheek. The smirk grows wider as the smaller boy jerks away from the contact and takes a small step away.
Jade eyes misting slightly from nervousness he stands a laughingly safe distance from the German. "Schuldig, please give the ribbon back." His weight is moved back onto his left foot, taking the small blonde a few scant inches further away.
Schuldig lets the blue slip of cloth dangle in front of him. A small bit of bait to catch a little neko. Sending out tendrils of power, the minds of all the people around them are clouded. It seems almost a shame to do this, but Yotan looks too damn sexy at the moment.
Thin fingers reach out, almost dancing in front of the ribbon, scared to come within reach to take it. Knowing full well that if the other man decided to attack him it would be no contest, it would be easy for anyone to overpower him… just pick him up, that is all it would really take. But, he needs to get the ribbon back; Koneko-chan can be just as fanatic as Aya- kun when it comes to personal possessions. Taking a quick breath, he darts his hand in to snatch the ribbon away…
Pulling the ribbon out of reach, Schuldig wraps his other arm around the boy's waist, pulling Yohji forcefully up against his body. Tilting the blonde's chin up, he looks into frightened eyes on the verge of spilling tears down soft cheeks, small hands trapped between their chests. "I'm surprised that no one has done this to you sooner," Schuldig tells the frightened boy trapped in his arms before forcefully kissing him.
Carefully he pushes the struggling blond to the ground, straddling his hips, the boy is pinned. "Yohji, you wanted the ribbon back?" Schuldig asks as he grabs the trapped boys wrists and uses the ribbon to bind them together. "As bad as Aya isn't she," he comments offhandedly as he starts pushing the skirt a little higher.
"Please stop," he whimpers, struggling against the knot tied in the ribbon and against the man on top of him. Ignoring completely the tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
Trailing wet kisses up the blonde's jaw, Schuldig whispers huskily, "Just tell me your name and I stop. If not," Schuldig covers Yohji's mouth with his own and shoves his tongue deep inside, devouring the sweetness within, and muffling the cries of protest. Pulling away for an instant to catch his breath, he plunges back in without warning while the blond is still gasping, trying to draw in a full breath of air.
When the need for oxygen prevails once again, Schuldig leans back slightly. "Name?"
Gasping for air, the small blonde brings bound hands up vainly trying to make a barrier between the two of them as he answers the question. "My name is Jason."
"Wrong answer," is the only thing that Schuldig tells him as he leans down to plunder the sweet mouth once again, easily pushing the bound wrists out of the way and pulling them over his head forcing Yohji to hold onto him. Running one hand around his captive's waist, he finds the clasps holding the dress together and releases them. Relinquishing Yotan's mouth, Schuldig tells him, "I'm going to continue until you give me the right answer. Name?"
Yohji's head turns inward like a chick trying to hide as he whimpers, "Jason, I told you that my name is Jason."
"I think not, little one." Quickly Schuldig places a hand over the smaller boy's mouth before he can start screaming in protest as the dress front is pulled down to expose a smooth chest. Pushing the bra with its 'figure enhancers' out of the way, he lets his lips and teeth greedily attack Yohji's right nipple.
No warning is given when Yohji sinks his teeth painfully into Schuldig's hand.
Jerking back suddenly and angrily, and without realizing it, Schuldig strikes Yohji across the face. Looking down at the now openly sobbing boy, he can see a red mark forming where the strike had made contact. "Last chance before I flip you over onto your stomach and fuck you raw," he growls, "What is your name?"
"Jason Christophe. My name is Jason," he says as he covers his face with his hands.
"Still the wrong answer kid," Schuldig growls as he shifts his weight and forces Yohji so that the smaller boy is now laying face down on the ground. A hand planted in the small of his back pins him in place. Pulling the skirt up over Yohji's ass, Schuldig has to smirk when the blonde jumps at the sensation of chilled air on the back of his legs. A short form-fitting black slip is practically molded to his body, obviously the article of clothing that was forcing Yohji's steps to be daintier than normal while giving his body such smooth and graceful lines. Slipping fingers underneath the waistband, he rips the material downwards, eliciting another heartfelt sob from his captive.
Pushing one finger into the unwilling body beneath him, Schuldig gasps at the tightness found beyond that little ring of muscle. A second finger is inserted to the shuddering boy, and Schuldig nearly comes from imagining what it would feel like to be sheathed in that delicious tightness. With a third finger pushed painfully up inside the small body, the sobs become increasingly more vocal. So intent is he on his ministrations, he almost misses the small voice between hitched sobs. Glaring at that back of Yohji's head, Schuldig wonders if he should just pretend that he didn't hear and make the boy suffer some more… It would break the rules of his game, K'uso. "Louder. Say it louder."
"Ku," sniffle "dou," whimper, "Yohji."
Reaching down, Schuldig starts to straighten out Yohji's clothing to make the boy presentable and pulls him up into a seated position. "There, now was that so hard to do?"
Pouting, Yohji holds his hands up for Schuldig to untie his wrists. As soon as his wrists are free, the small blonde takes a few wild swings at Schuldig, knowing full well that the blows will not harm the German. "You bastard!" What had originally been the glimmer in his eyes of his true personality begins to burn through the façade. Inside, Jason's memories fade further from his consciousness.
Easily blocking the wild blows, he lets Yotan continue working out his frustration. It's natural for Yohji to deny who he is and delude himself into becoming this Jason kid. If the other kid was in there, then Yohji's personality will eventually end up smothering the original. Schuldig would check to see if the other kid is okay in there if Yotan wasn't so upset. It's a miracle that he hasn't called up any of the training he got while in Weiss. After a while Yotan finishes with his juvenile assault, and just sits across from Schuldig, fuming.
"Come on Yotan, let's go get cleaned up," Schuldig tells the still rather irked blonde. Getting up, he notices a slight shiver runs through Yotan. Reaching over with his left hand he snags the loop on the backpack and helps pull Yohji to his feet.
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Fifteen minutes after Omi has entered the club, he has been pushed, groped and fondled repeatedly. There only exist very few people that can make their way through a club like this and emerge unscathed. Obviously Aya is one of those, he can cower a pet rock in a glaring contest. Yohji was also one when he was still living, it seemed as though he just flowed effortlessly through the people.
Getting to an area that isn't quite as crowded, he can finally take a look around the club and have an idea of the layout without being molested in the process. Making note of all entrances and exits, Omi goes down to the dance floor to make a better target of himself.
In the multitudes of people pulsating on the dance floor, two small blondes stand out. Obviously foreigners, their dancing has a different kind of sensuality about it. Yet there is something about the way the male moves that is hauntingly familiar. Two words spring to mind as he watches them, elegantly primitive. He can almost see them dancing underneath a moon filled sky, flames from a bonfire illuminate everything within sight and drums beat rhythmically in time with the heart.
With the song ending, the dance floor empties, and Omi is able to see the blonde's face as he returns to a table with the girl he was dancing with. The boy looks in his direction, and for an instant his entire reality is centered upon those jade eyes, this instant is drawn out into an eternity when the boy smiles. Quietly, Omi moves over to the bar where he can watch the blondes with out being overly obvious.
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In his peripheral vision Yohji notices Omi perched at the bar trying to look like he belongs there. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice chimes in that the only reason Omi would be here is because of a mission. They've barely sat down when Koneko jumps up and decides to drag him back to the dance floor. Following Koneko, he grasps at ends of frayed and tattered memories, trying to drown out the memories that belonged to Yohji Kudou.
Stepping onto the dance floor he lets the music was over him, and just lets his body react to the beat, the steady pounding rhythm of the music pulsating around him. Koneko is dancing nearby, not so much as with him, but reacting to him, same as he is reacting to her. Every so often a faceless third joins in the dance. Koneko incorporates into her dance a puckering of lips as if she is trying to kiss the air, plus slightly nodding her head and finally making a quick cross with her forearms. The entire movement takes less than a minute, but it speaks volumes to Neko. He knows that Koneko wouldn't have 'said' that id there wasn't something wrong. Carefully he maneuvers his dance so that he is directly between Koneko and the man she indicated that was bothering her. The man is following her. Leading, Yohji takes her to the other side of the floor to get away from that man. While moving, a couple other dancers bump into them, or block the path forcing them to the area furthest from the table where everyone else is sitting at.
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Watching the dance, Omi notices that a few of the other dancers are trying to herd the blonds to an area of the floor that isn't that visible. The girl stumbles slightly in her dance, and is quickly helped by the boy. For an instant they are out of view, someone is trying to move them from the floor entirely. A small gasp escapes the girl's lips as golden curls quiver around her face and she trips over into the boy's arms. Concern is etched across his features, and then jade eyes open wide in surprise followed by the sharp intake of air, then his steps begin faltering. Jade eyes locking with cerulean, pleading for help as the girl is taken from his arms and she is led from the floor, while another person takes him by the upper arm and walks him dazedly away. What anyone else would believe they saw was two kids that had too much to drink helped away so that they don't hurt themselves or anyone else.
Launching himself from his seat, Omi begins moving in the direction those two were taken, only to feel the room spinning as soon as he is up from the chair. Strong arms catch the young assassin, and for an insane instant he would have sworn that it was Yohji catching him. Reality turns on its side as he looks to see who is holding him. A large blue eyed American is holding him up, the gleam in the man's eye would make ice shiver.
The multitude of people milling around is cover enough for the kidnapping. Omi is about to open his mouth to call for help, when he feels a slight pin prick in his arm and he goes tumbling into the blue eyed man's arms.
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 seven.
Ken comes bounding down the stairs, unhappy about having to be decoy again. "Omi, this was supposed to be your night as decoy. We already know that they have no interest in me." He whines to the smaller assassin.
"Demo, Ken," Omi starts, "you know that I have an exam coming up tomorrow and I can't do badly on it." Cerulean eyes beg the ex-soccer player for understanding. "Besides, if I go in there tonight you know that I won't be able to concentrate properly tomorrow."
"It's not fair. When Aya was in there last night he scared half the place away with one little look."
"Ken-kun, speaking of Aya, he dropped that package over there for you," Omi points towards a nondescript clothing box sitting on the sofa. "He said that you should consider wearing that tonight."
Curiosity killed the cat, and Ken picks up the box and peeks inside. Upon viewing the contents inside, he can come to the definite conclusion that Aya was not thinking of the club when he bought this. Quickly closing the box, he thanks Omi, for what he is not sure.
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"Ne, Neko! You promised us a day to dress you up!!!" This is the scariest thing that Yohji has ever heard. Hiding under the covers and trying to wish himself into oblivion, he knows that he will eventually have to come out and face them.
Something bounces up and down on the bed next to him, Koneko-chan. Peeking out from underneath the covers he can see that she has an aqua blue garment in her hand. "Neko, wake up." Futilely she starts trying to push him off the bed and gives up after a little while.
"Fine." He eventually tells them, knowing that he will get absolutely no rest until he agrees. Sitting up, he throws the covers off, "What am I wearing today?" Yohji nearly faints when Koneko holds up the blue dress.
An hour later, after much arguing, Koneko is putting the finishing touches on Neko's make-up. Looking in the mirror, he can hardly believe his own reflection. Staring back at him is an adorably sexy sleepy eyed young girl. Immediately his gaze locks onto a part of anatomy that he should not have… breasts. Raising an eyebrow, "Koneko, you are sure these things are not going to fall out?"
"Definitively. Unless you decide to do something weird like a cartwheel or a flip," she tells him while running a brush through his hair and separating it into two loose ponytails. After securing the hair ties she picks up a set of matching satin blue ribbons and puts a little bow on each side. "Lose the ribbons and you are dead meat, you know that don't you?"
"Hai, I understand." Checking the dress a little better now that it is on him, Yohji realizes, there are no pockets. "Koneko, where am I supposed to carry my wallet?"
Dropping a make-up compact, lipstick, Neko's Badz Maru lenses compact and his glasses into a purse that resembles more a backpack, and hands it over to him. "Use that."
With a resigned sigh, he takes the purse and also picks up the gray sweater that had been selected for him earlier.
There are serious objections when he sees that Koneko and Yoli try to drag him into department stores to try on clothes. Making plans to meet back at the hotel, Neko wanders into a park that seems vaguely familiar. Playing with one of the ribbons in his hair, he walks out onto one of the many bridges to watch the fish swimming.
The lingering desire for a cigarette passes through his mind, only to be discarded at the memory of his last one and the reaction his body gave to it. Glancing about, he searches for a place to buy candy; a lollipop should be enough to keep his mouth busy for the moment.
A strong wind picks up, swirling around him, making the loosened ribbon in his hands dance. Next to him an overweight American tourist bumps into him, and he can feel a plump hand reach down to caress his buttock. A startled yelp jumps from the back of his throat as he steps away from the offender and accidentally releasing the ribbon.
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The noonday sun shines brightly down on Schuldig as he walks through the park. Reaching up he plucks something from the air, a light blue ribbon flittering by on the wind. Looking around, he sees a young blond running across a bridge, her gaze intently focused on the ribbon. In her hair is a bow matching the ribbon in his hand.
Behind translucent blue sunglasses jade green eyes widen, whether from fear or shock is unknown, as soon as the blond realizes who is holding the ribbon.
Schuldig can't help but to grin when he sees the jade green eyes. Holding the ribbon up and switching over to English, "Yotan, this yours?"
Looking up at the redhead with determination, he says, "I'm not… Yohji." A small hand is raised, palm up waiting for the ribbon to be returned. Trying not to let the taller man know how scared he is at the moment, he lets an innocent smile grace his features.
"How cute, the little kitten is scared." Reaching over, his fingers stroke a path down the blonde's cheek. The smirk grows wider as the smaller boy jerks away from the contact and takes a small step away.
Jade eyes misting slightly from nervousness he stands a laughingly safe distance from the German. "Schuldig, please give the ribbon back." His weight is moved back onto his left foot, taking the small blonde a few scant inches further away.
Schuldig lets the blue slip of cloth dangle in front of him. A small bit of bait to catch a little neko. Sending out tendrils of power, the minds of all the people around them are clouded. It seems almost a shame to do this, but Yotan looks too damn sexy at the moment.
Thin fingers reach out, almost dancing in front of the ribbon, scared to come within reach to take it. Knowing full well that if the other man decided to attack him it would be no contest, it would be easy for anyone to overpower him… just pick him up, that is all it would really take. But, he needs to get the ribbon back; Koneko-chan can be just as fanatic as Aya- kun when it comes to personal possessions. Taking a quick breath, he darts his hand in to snatch the ribbon away…
Pulling the ribbon out of reach, Schuldig wraps his other arm around the boy's waist, pulling Yohji forcefully up against his body. Tilting the blonde's chin up, he looks into frightened eyes on the verge of spilling tears down soft cheeks, small hands trapped between their chests. "I'm surprised that no one has done this to you sooner," Schuldig tells the frightened boy trapped in his arms before forcefully kissing him.
Carefully he pushes the struggling blond to the ground, straddling his hips, the boy is pinned. "Yohji, you wanted the ribbon back?" Schuldig asks as he grabs the trapped boys wrists and uses the ribbon to bind them together. "As bad as Aya isn't she," he comments offhandedly as he starts pushing the skirt a little higher.
"Please stop," he whimpers, struggling against the knot tied in the ribbon and against the man on top of him. Ignoring completely the tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
Trailing wet kisses up the blonde's jaw, Schuldig whispers huskily, "Just tell me your name and I stop. If not," Schuldig covers Yohji's mouth with his own and shoves his tongue deep inside, devouring the sweetness within, and muffling the cries of protest. Pulling away for an instant to catch his breath, he plunges back in without warning while the blond is still gasping, trying to draw in a full breath of air.
When the need for oxygen prevails once again, Schuldig leans back slightly. "Name?"
Gasping for air, the small blonde brings bound hands up vainly trying to make a barrier between the two of them as he answers the question. "My name is Jason."
"Wrong answer," is the only thing that Schuldig tells him as he leans down to plunder the sweet mouth once again, easily pushing the bound wrists out of the way and pulling them over his head forcing Yohji to hold onto him. Running one hand around his captive's waist, he finds the clasps holding the dress together and releases them. Relinquishing Yotan's mouth, Schuldig tells him, "I'm going to continue until you give me the right answer. Name?"
Yohji's head turns inward like a chick trying to hide as he whimpers, "Jason, I told you that my name is Jason."
"I think not, little one." Quickly Schuldig places a hand over the smaller boy's mouth before he can start screaming in protest as the dress front is pulled down to expose a smooth chest. Pushing the bra with its 'figure enhancers' out of the way, he lets his lips and teeth greedily attack Yohji's right nipple.
No warning is given when Yohji sinks his teeth painfully into Schuldig's hand.
Jerking back suddenly and angrily, and without realizing it, Schuldig strikes Yohji across the face. Looking down at the now openly sobbing boy, he can see a red mark forming where the strike had made contact. "Last chance before I flip you over onto your stomach and fuck you raw," he growls, "What is your name?"
"Jason Christophe. My name is Jason," he says as he covers his face with his hands.
"Still the wrong answer kid," Schuldig growls as he shifts his weight and forces Yohji so that the smaller boy is now laying face down on the ground. A hand planted in the small of his back pins him in place. Pulling the skirt up over Yohji's ass, Schuldig has to smirk when the blonde jumps at the sensation of chilled air on the back of his legs. A short form-fitting black slip is practically molded to his body, obviously the article of clothing that was forcing Yohji's steps to be daintier than normal while giving his body such smooth and graceful lines. Slipping fingers underneath the waistband, he rips the material downwards, eliciting another heartfelt sob from his captive.
Pushing one finger into the unwilling body beneath him, Schuldig gasps at the tightness found beyond that little ring of muscle. A second finger is inserted to the shuddering boy, and Schuldig nearly comes from imagining what it would feel like to be sheathed in that delicious tightness. With a third finger pushed painfully up inside the small body, the sobs become increasingly more vocal. So intent is he on his ministrations, he almost misses the small voice between hitched sobs. Glaring at that back of Yohji's head, Schuldig wonders if he should just pretend that he didn't hear and make the boy suffer some more… It would break the rules of his game, K'uso. "Louder. Say it louder."
"Ku," sniffle "dou," whimper, "Yohji."
Reaching down, Schuldig starts to straighten out Yohji's clothing to make the boy presentable and pulls him up into a seated position. "There, now was that so hard to do?"
Pouting, Yohji holds his hands up for Schuldig to untie his wrists. As soon as his wrists are free, the small blonde takes a few wild swings at Schuldig, knowing full well that the blows will not harm the German. "You bastard!" What had originally been the glimmer in his eyes of his true personality begins to burn through the façade. Inside, Jason's memories fade further from his consciousness.
Easily blocking the wild blows, he lets Yotan continue working out his frustration. It's natural for Yohji to deny who he is and delude himself into becoming this Jason kid. If the other kid was in there, then Yohji's personality will eventually end up smothering the original. Schuldig would check to see if the other kid is okay in there if Yotan wasn't so upset. It's a miracle that he hasn't called up any of the training he got while in Weiss. After a while Yotan finishes with his juvenile assault, and just sits across from Schuldig, fuming.
"Come on Yotan, let's go get cleaned up," Schuldig tells the still rather irked blonde. Getting up, he notices a slight shiver runs through Yotan. Reaching over with his left hand he snags the loop on the backpack and helps pull Yohji to his feet.
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Fifteen minutes after Omi has entered the club, he has been pushed, groped and fondled repeatedly. There only exist very few people that can make their way through a club like this and emerge unscathed. Obviously Aya is one of those, he can cower a pet rock in a glaring contest. Yohji was also one when he was still living, it seemed as though he just flowed effortlessly through the people.
Getting to an area that isn't quite as crowded, he can finally take a look around the club and have an idea of the layout without being molested in the process. Making note of all entrances and exits, Omi goes down to the dance floor to make a better target of himself.
In the multitudes of people pulsating on the dance floor, two small blondes stand out. Obviously foreigners, their dancing has a different kind of sensuality about it. Yet there is something about the way the male moves that is hauntingly familiar. Two words spring to mind as he watches them, elegantly primitive. He can almost see them dancing underneath a moon filled sky, flames from a bonfire illuminate everything within sight and drums beat rhythmically in time with the heart.
With the song ending, the dance floor empties, and Omi is able to see the blonde's face as he returns to a table with the girl he was dancing with. The boy looks in his direction, and for an instant his entire reality is centered upon those jade eyes, this instant is drawn out into an eternity when the boy smiles. Quietly, Omi moves over to the bar where he can watch the blondes with out being overly obvious.
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In his peripheral vision Yohji notices Omi perched at the bar trying to look like he belongs there. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice chimes in that the only reason Omi would be here is because of a mission. They've barely sat down when Koneko jumps up and decides to drag him back to the dance floor. Following Koneko, he grasps at ends of frayed and tattered memories, trying to drown out the memories that belonged to Yohji Kudou.
Stepping onto the dance floor he lets the music was over him, and just lets his body react to the beat, the steady pounding rhythm of the music pulsating around him. Koneko is dancing nearby, not so much as with him, but reacting to him, same as he is reacting to her. Every so often a faceless third joins in the dance. Koneko incorporates into her dance a puckering of lips as if she is trying to kiss the air, plus slightly nodding her head and finally making a quick cross with her forearms. The entire movement takes less than a minute, but it speaks volumes to Neko. He knows that Koneko wouldn't have 'said' that id there wasn't something wrong. Carefully he maneuvers his dance so that he is directly between Koneko and the man she indicated that was bothering her. The man is following her. Leading, Yohji takes her to the other side of the floor to get away from that man. While moving, a couple other dancers bump into them, or block the path forcing them to the area furthest from the table where everyone else is sitting at.
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Watching the dance, Omi notices that a few of the other dancers are trying to herd the blonds to an area of the floor that isn't that visible. The girl stumbles slightly in her dance, and is quickly helped by the boy. For an instant they are out of view, someone is trying to move them from the floor entirely. A small gasp escapes the girl's lips as golden curls quiver around her face and she trips over into the boy's arms. Concern is etched across his features, and then jade eyes open wide in surprise followed by the sharp intake of air, then his steps begin faltering. Jade eyes locking with cerulean, pleading for help as the girl is taken from his arms and she is led from the floor, while another person takes him by the upper arm and walks him dazedly away. What anyone else would believe they saw was two kids that had too much to drink helped away so that they don't hurt themselves or anyone else.
Launching himself from his seat, Omi begins moving in the direction those two were taken, only to feel the room spinning as soon as he is up from the chair. Strong arms catch the young assassin, and for an insane instant he would have sworn that it was Yohji catching him. Reality turns on its side as he looks to see who is holding him. A large blue eyed American is holding him up, the gleam in the man's eye would make ice shiver.
The multitude of people milling around is cover enough for the kidnapping. Omi is about to open his mouth to call for help, when he feels a slight pin prick in his arm and he goes tumbling into the blue eyed man's arms.