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 eight.
Slowly Yohji opens his eyes and lets a languid gaze move across the room. Taking note of his position, he maneuvers himself so that he is sitting upright and tucks his legs underneath him. Looking to his left he can see Omi laying on the ground, arms bound securely behind his back. Something in the back of his mind screams at him that he is in danger as his body sways back and forth. To his right he can see Koneko beginning to stir. The way her head pops up and tilts slightly as she looks at him questioningly reminds him of her namesake, a kitten. Yohji watches as her eyes roam the area and then her lip does a double twitch, a silent question; light gray eyes now fastened on him in uncertainty. Pressing lips together then drops his jaw down and quickly bring it back into place tells her all that she needs to know; He doesn't know where they are either.
Without realizing the language change, Yohji switches over to Japanese to try and rouse Omi. "Oy Omittchi, you okay?"
Cerulean eyes begin fluttering open as the blonde assassin starts to wake. "Hai, I'm fine," Omi's large eyes lock onto jade green eyes when he notices a flash of Yohji's personality in them.
"What is going on? Last thing we know is that we were herded off the dance floor, drugged and now we wake up here." Yohji over extends himself a little too much and begins to lose his balance, quickly he spreads his knees creating a tripod effect, giving himself better leverage and restoring his center of gravity.
Omi watches the blonde's head bob up and down slightly as the boy regains his balance. He can't help but let his eyes wander over the body splayed so sublimely in front of him. Leather pants practically molded to his skin, a high collared golden top hugs his torso with long sleeves with a slit running from wrist to shoulder only touching together in two places along his arm. "I'm not really sure either. Last thing that I remember is getting up from a seat and feeling dizzy," pause, "and how did you know my name?"
"Later, I'll explain that later when there is more time. First we have to get loose and out of here before anything else happens." Shifting his body around slightly, Yohji holds his wrists bound behind his back over to Omi's general direction. "Untie me please…if I let Koneko try she'll just make a bigger mess of the knots."
"Koneko?"
Yohji quickly motions towards the daintily petite girl trying unsuccessfully to get into a seated position. The girl looks up at Omi, then to Yohji. While still looking at Yohji, she purses her lips together in Omi's direction and then her upper lip does a double twitch. "Es uno de nosotros, y si queremos sobrevivir esta noche necesitamos su ayuda.[1]"
It's the response that the boy gives that brings forth a bizarre and meaningless phrase to Omi's mind. 'Un poco de ti para sobrevivir[2]...'
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Schuldig pulls his car into a parking place near the pier, slightly grumbling about the fact that Brad had told him to pick up that girl's purse/backpack at the club and to settle her friends down before coming here. Getting out of the car, he looks back at the inoffensive black bag sitting on top of the towels that Brad had also insisted on him bringing. What in Hades had Crawford seen that was going to happen tonight?
Straightening up as he walks away from the vehicle, hands go into the pockets of the trench coat and fingertips brush against the wristwatch that houses Balinese's weapon. This will be the last thing needed to prove to Yohji of who he really is.
Further ahead, getting aboard the ship is a Military Officer accompanied by a handsome Hispanic male of obviously lower rank. Hurrying a little, and slightly manipulating the sense of time of all those within close range, Schuldig makes it onto the ship before the heavy port is closed with a solid sounding clank behind him. Another slight manipulation and he is all but invisible to the room.
Sending out a silent tendril of power, he searches out Yohji's location. Within scant moments, he has located the 'boy' three decks below; two others are with him, Omi, and the girl that Yohji refers to as Koneko-chan. The three of them are loose and on the move. A slight look of puzzlement crosses Schuldig's face at the realization that Yohji is forcing himself not to notice something, but what is he not noticing? Looking into the girl's mind is helpful, a steady stream of cruise ship layouts run across the mindscape referencing back to their location, estimating where they would be and judging the swaying motion that they are luckily still in port; all the while a chant can be heard in the back of her mind… 'Don't let Neko realize we are on a ship.' Why is that?
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The three blondes reach a staircase leading up and down. With a languid movement that flows through her entire arm, Koneko points up the stairs indicating the direction they should continue. Neko gives her a skeptical look, but doesn't bother arguing when blue eyes flash open daring him to contradict her choice. Moving up as far as they can, they arrive two decks higher when the stairs abruptly end. Leaving the stairs behind, they make their way down the next hallway. Gunshots from behind forces a hasty change in plans and they end up dashing across a lobby into a dining hall. Using their diminutive size as an advantage, the three of them crawl under one of the tables in hopes of doubling back to resume the original course that they were on.
Quietly moving from one table to the next, they make their way back the way that they came in through.
Omi looks from Neko to Koneko. Neko just looks back at him and gives a quick smile as if to say that everything will be all right, though his eyes have darkened a shade from the gravity of the situation. Determination is etched across Koneko's features, even with silver tears starting to slip from the corners of her eyes, a result of nerves beginning to fray, yet she pushes herself forward.
Only three tables from the door when another person enters, long white pants are the only distinguishing feature that the small group can see from their position. A rapid succession of gunshots rings through the air making Koneko scream out of surprise and fear revealing their position. The person in the white pants gracefully drops down to one knee and peeks under the table, revealing long fiery red hair and an amused smirk.
"Kittlings, if we don't hurry and get out of here fast, we won't be able to leave." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small wristwatch and hands it over to Yotan, "and you might end up needing this."
A grave look settles on Yohji's face as he accepts the watch and checks the coil mechanism for the wire before strapping it onto his wrist. "Thanks, I think."
Koneko looks up at Schuldig, and then back at Yohji, "y el, ¿es uno de nosotros?[3]"
Jade eyes lock on the blond girl "para nada. Es un santo-cabron-bastardo- hijo-de-la-gran-puta. Se llama Schuldig[4]."
Schuldig just shakes his head, not wanting to know how badly he has just been insulted. "Come on, the entrance that I used to get into this place is no good anymore. We need an alternate way out."
Quickly he links up with Omi's mind, //Omi, whatever you do, don't mention that we are on a ship.//
//Huh? Why, what would that do?//
//The kid is forcing himself not to notice that we are on a ship, and if what I'm picking up from the girl is correct, the instant he 'realizes' what he is in, we will have to carry him out of here.//
//…//
//We'd better hurry. Also, I peeked at the course that she has plotted out, and it will run you directly into your target. So, consider that a lucky break chibi.//
Without telling Omi, Schuldig lifts most of the mission details from his mind and quietly deposits them in Yohji's. Oh this is going to be fun when Bombay realizes whom he just ran into, even more so when Yohji drops this whole Jason charade.
----------------------- [1] He is one of us, and if we want to survive the night we need his help.
[2] A little of you to survive…
[3] And him, is he one of us?
[4] For nothing. He is a (lit trans of cussing) holy-goat-bastard-son-of-a- great/huge-whore. His name is Schuldig.
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 eight.
Slowly Yohji opens his eyes and lets a languid gaze move across the room. Taking note of his position, he maneuvers himself so that he is sitting upright and tucks his legs underneath him. Looking to his left he can see Omi laying on the ground, arms bound securely behind his back. Something in the back of his mind screams at him that he is in danger as his body sways back and forth. To his right he can see Koneko beginning to stir. The way her head pops up and tilts slightly as she looks at him questioningly reminds him of her namesake, a kitten. Yohji watches as her eyes roam the area and then her lip does a double twitch, a silent question; light gray eyes now fastened on him in uncertainty. Pressing lips together then drops his jaw down and quickly bring it back into place tells her all that she needs to know; He doesn't know where they are either.
Without realizing the language change, Yohji switches over to Japanese to try and rouse Omi. "Oy Omittchi, you okay?"
Cerulean eyes begin fluttering open as the blonde assassin starts to wake. "Hai, I'm fine," Omi's large eyes lock onto jade green eyes when he notices a flash of Yohji's personality in them.
"What is going on? Last thing we know is that we were herded off the dance floor, drugged and now we wake up here." Yohji over extends himself a little too much and begins to lose his balance, quickly he spreads his knees creating a tripod effect, giving himself better leverage and restoring his center of gravity.
Omi watches the blonde's head bob up and down slightly as the boy regains his balance. He can't help but let his eyes wander over the body splayed so sublimely in front of him. Leather pants practically molded to his skin, a high collared golden top hugs his torso with long sleeves with a slit running from wrist to shoulder only touching together in two places along his arm. "I'm not really sure either. Last thing that I remember is getting up from a seat and feeling dizzy," pause, "and how did you know my name?"
"Later, I'll explain that later when there is more time. First we have to get loose and out of here before anything else happens." Shifting his body around slightly, Yohji holds his wrists bound behind his back over to Omi's general direction. "Untie me please…if I let Koneko try she'll just make a bigger mess of the knots."
"Koneko?"
Yohji quickly motions towards the daintily petite girl trying unsuccessfully to get into a seated position. The girl looks up at Omi, then to Yohji. While still looking at Yohji, she purses her lips together in Omi's direction and then her upper lip does a double twitch. "Es uno de nosotros, y si queremos sobrevivir esta noche necesitamos su ayuda.[1]"
It's the response that the boy gives that brings forth a bizarre and meaningless phrase to Omi's mind. 'Un poco de ti para sobrevivir[2]...'
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Schuldig pulls his car into a parking place near the pier, slightly grumbling about the fact that Brad had told him to pick up that girl's purse/backpack at the club and to settle her friends down before coming here. Getting out of the car, he looks back at the inoffensive black bag sitting on top of the towels that Brad had also insisted on him bringing. What in Hades had Crawford seen that was going to happen tonight?
Straightening up as he walks away from the vehicle, hands go into the pockets of the trench coat and fingertips brush against the wristwatch that houses Balinese's weapon. This will be the last thing needed to prove to Yohji of who he really is.
Further ahead, getting aboard the ship is a Military Officer accompanied by a handsome Hispanic male of obviously lower rank. Hurrying a little, and slightly manipulating the sense of time of all those within close range, Schuldig makes it onto the ship before the heavy port is closed with a solid sounding clank behind him. Another slight manipulation and he is all but invisible to the room.
Sending out a silent tendril of power, he searches out Yohji's location. Within scant moments, he has located the 'boy' three decks below; two others are with him, Omi, and the girl that Yohji refers to as Koneko-chan. The three of them are loose and on the move. A slight look of puzzlement crosses Schuldig's face at the realization that Yohji is forcing himself not to notice something, but what is he not noticing? Looking into the girl's mind is helpful, a steady stream of cruise ship layouts run across the mindscape referencing back to their location, estimating where they would be and judging the swaying motion that they are luckily still in port; all the while a chant can be heard in the back of her mind… 'Don't let Neko realize we are on a ship.' Why is that?
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The three blondes reach a staircase leading up and down. With a languid movement that flows through her entire arm, Koneko points up the stairs indicating the direction they should continue. Neko gives her a skeptical look, but doesn't bother arguing when blue eyes flash open daring him to contradict her choice. Moving up as far as they can, they arrive two decks higher when the stairs abruptly end. Leaving the stairs behind, they make their way down the next hallway. Gunshots from behind forces a hasty change in plans and they end up dashing across a lobby into a dining hall. Using their diminutive size as an advantage, the three of them crawl under one of the tables in hopes of doubling back to resume the original course that they were on.
Quietly moving from one table to the next, they make their way back the way that they came in through.
Omi looks from Neko to Koneko. Neko just looks back at him and gives a quick smile as if to say that everything will be all right, though his eyes have darkened a shade from the gravity of the situation. Determination is etched across Koneko's features, even with silver tears starting to slip from the corners of her eyes, a result of nerves beginning to fray, yet she pushes herself forward.
Only three tables from the door when another person enters, long white pants are the only distinguishing feature that the small group can see from their position. A rapid succession of gunshots rings through the air making Koneko scream out of surprise and fear revealing their position. The person in the white pants gracefully drops down to one knee and peeks under the table, revealing long fiery red hair and an amused smirk.
"Kittlings, if we don't hurry and get out of here fast, we won't be able to leave." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small wristwatch and hands it over to Yotan, "and you might end up needing this."
A grave look settles on Yohji's face as he accepts the watch and checks the coil mechanism for the wire before strapping it onto his wrist. "Thanks, I think."
Koneko looks up at Schuldig, and then back at Yohji, "y el, ¿es uno de nosotros?[3]"
Jade eyes lock on the blond girl "para nada. Es un santo-cabron-bastardo- hijo-de-la-gran-puta. Se llama Schuldig[4]."
Schuldig just shakes his head, not wanting to know how badly he has just been insulted. "Come on, the entrance that I used to get into this place is no good anymore. We need an alternate way out."
Quickly he links up with Omi's mind, //Omi, whatever you do, don't mention that we are on a ship.//
//Huh? Why, what would that do?//
//The kid is forcing himself not to notice that we are on a ship, and if what I'm picking up from the girl is correct, the instant he 'realizes' what he is in, we will have to carry him out of here.//
//…//
//We'd better hurry. Also, I peeked at the course that she has plotted out, and it will run you directly into your target. So, consider that a lucky break chibi.//
Without telling Omi, Schuldig lifts most of the mission details from his mind and quietly deposits them in Yohji's. Oh this is going to be fun when Bombay realizes whom he just ran into, even more so when Yohji drops this whole Jason charade.
----------------------- [1] He is one of us, and if we want to survive the night we need his help.
[2] A little of you to survive…
[3] And him, is he one of us?
[4] For nothing. He is a (lit trans of cussing) holy-goat-bastard-son-of-a- great/huge-whore. His name is Schuldig.