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 nine.
Entering the lounge, Omi spots the target at the same time as Yohji. Problem being that along with the target there are several bodyguards and the set of military personnel that Schuldig saw on the way in. The younger military man pulls a gun out and takes aim at the first person in through the door, Koneko.
The next instant, Koneko finds herself flattened against the ground as the gun is fired, next to her is Omi and covering both is Neko.
Yohji motions for Omi to go around the left to get to the main target. Whispering, "Schu, keep an eye on Koneko and make sure that nothing happens to her." "If anything does happen to her, I don't care if I have to come back from the dead again to haunt you."
On silent feet the two hunters swiftly move across the room from opposite sides. Each keeping tabs on the other to make sure that nothing has gone wrong. Upon arriving at the other end of the room Omi carefully makes his way up onto the stage and uses the curtain as cover as he takes aim at the target. Yohji crouches lower, making himself even less visible and waits for Omi to make the first move.
An arrow is shot from the stage and pierces straight into the temple of their target. The younger military personnel immediately whips around to start firing at the stage, only to find himself tangled within thin strong wire. Before anyone else can properly react, they are either brought down with a tranquilized dart, or immobilized with more wire. Those wrapped in wire are given the warning, "If you want to live, I suggest that you don't struggle."
Pulling back the curtain, Omi emerges from the darkness of the stage in time to see Neko turn to look at him, loops of shimmering glittering wire dangling from his fingertips and a serene smile lighting across his features at the sight of the one he loved more than life. "Omittchi, lets go."
"Who are you, really?"
"Later, I'll tell you everything later." Offering up a hand, Yohji helps Omi down from the stage. Hesitantly Omi accepts the outstretched hand. Looking back, Yohji can see Koneko starting to make her way across the room quietly being flanked by Schuldig. When she is standing over the military man, a sour look plants itself on her face.
Schuldig is a little taken back when rage and hatred bloom across the girl's consciousness. All of it, directed at the figure lying unconscious in front of her. Murderous thoughts run rampant through her mind as snippets of memories jump forth; a cheap engagement ring, standing alone watching as her sister leaves the house for the last time, infidelity, divorce, pain and heartache. Not even in her mind does she dignify the man with a name; Rat, Weasel, Bastard, and 'R,' these are the names for him. Halfway amused, Schuldig watches as she daintily steps around the man, not wanting to even touch the filth that she considers him to be.
When everyone is leaving the room, Schuldig pulls out his gun, fastens the silencer in place and plants a bullet in the man's skull. Holstering the gun again, he catches up to the others, smirking slightly when he notices that Yohji hasn't yet released his hold on Omi's hand. Something about those two catches his attention, oh this is rich, Omi is taller than Yohji! Coughing a little to hide the laughter, he gets three sets of eyes fixed on him.
A noticeable lurch to the side lets everyone know that the ship is leaving the port.
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Erik looks through the glass at the room. The mean people haven't been in here today, which is good, but he kinda' misses Addy (everyone else always calls him Noir). All the lights are turned off, and the only illumination is the soft eerie glow cast by the glass tube he is trapped in. To the left a door opens, leaking light into the room, only to disappear just as quickly when the door is closed once again.
A squeal of delight tumbles from Erik as he recognizes the person in the room. Addy! Quickly he moves as close, as allowed, to the dark-haired man. Something is odd, Addy's hair is loose, it is never loose, it is always pulled back in a ponytail. Why is he hiding his face behind his hair?
"Sorry that I wasn't here for a few days, my older brother was in town with his family. . . But now I'm back here, and that is all that really matters now, isn't it?"
Watching as Noir sits next to the containment unit, Erik wonders why is it that his friend sounds so sad. A futile push against the glass is the only thing that the young boy can do when he sees the tear paths streaked across Noir's face. Visible only because the normally chipper young man had turned to flash a reassuring smile at the boy before starting to read out loud another nonsensical rhyming book.
Only half of the book is read before Noir breaks down in silent heaving sobs, leaving Erik crying in sympathy and unable to comfort the only person who has tried to help him in this awful place.
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Fear. Pure and unadulterated fear permeates through Yohji's entire psyche as he steps backwards against the wall. His hands find the railing, put there to aid in steadying passengers during turbulent times at sea, and fasten on to it like a lifeline. Memories flash in his mind. Someone is calling to him . . . When are they calling him? Is it now, or was it then, or both . . . I can't be on a ship, anywhere but a ship, Koneko you know that!
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 nine.
Entering the lounge, Omi spots the target at the same time as Yohji. Problem being that along with the target there are several bodyguards and the set of military personnel that Schuldig saw on the way in. The younger military man pulls a gun out and takes aim at the first person in through the door, Koneko.
The next instant, Koneko finds herself flattened against the ground as the gun is fired, next to her is Omi and covering both is Neko.
Yohji motions for Omi to go around the left to get to the main target. Whispering, "Schu, keep an eye on Koneko and make sure that nothing happens to her." "If anything does happen to her, I don't care if I have to come back from the dead again to haunt you."
On silent feet the two hunters swiftly move across the room from opposite sides. Each keeping tabs on the other to make sure that nothing has gone wrong. Upon arriving at the other end of the room Omi carefully makes his way up onto the stage and uses the curtain as cover as he takes aim at the target. Yohji crouches lower, making himself even less visible and waits for Omi to make the first move.
An arrow is shot from the stage and pierces straight into the temple of their target. The younger military personnel immediately whips around to start firing at the stage, only to find himself tangled within thin strong wire. Before anyone else can properly react, they are either brought down with a tranquilized dart, or immobilized with more wire. Those wrapped in wire are given the warning, "If you want to live, I suggest that you don't struggle."
Pulling back the curtain, Omi emerges from the darkness of the stage in time to see Neko turn to look at him, loops of shimmering glittering wire dangling from his fingertips and a serene smile lighting across his features at the sight of the one he loved more than life. "Omittchi, lets go."
"Who are you, really?"
"Later, I'll tell you everything later." Offering up a hand, Yohji helps Omi down from the stage. Hesitantly Omi accepts the outstretched hand. Looking back, Yohji can see Koneko starting to make her way across the room quietly being flanked by Schuldig. When she is standing over the military man, a sour look plants itself on her face.
Schuldig is a little taken back when rage and hatred bloom across the girl's consciousness. All of it, directed at the figure lying unconscious in front of her. Murderous thoughts run rampant through her mind as snippets of memories jump forth; a cheap engagement ring, standing alone watching as her sister leaves the house for the last time, infidelity, divorce, pain and heartache. Not even in her mind does she dignify the man with a name; Rat, Weasel, Bastard, and 'R,' these are the names for him. Halfway amused, Schuldig watches as she daintily steps around the man, not wanting to even touch the filth that she considers him to be.
When everyone is leaving the room, Schuldig pulls out his gun, fastens the silencer in place and plants a bullet in the man's skull. Holstering the gun again, he catches up to the others, smirking slightly when he notices that Yohji hasn't yet released his hold on Omi's hand. Something about those two catches his attention, oh this is rich, Omi is taller than Yohji! Coughing a little to hide the laughter, he gets three sets of eyes fixed on him.
A noticeable lurch to the side lets everyone know that the ship is leaving the port.
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Erik looks through the glass at the room. The mean people haven't been in here today, which is good, but he kinda' misses Addy (everyone else always calls him Noir). All the lights are turned off, and the only illumination is the soft eerie glow cast by the glass tube he is trapped in. To the left a door opens, leaking light into the room, only to disappear just as quickly when the door is closed once again.
A squeal of delight tumbles from Erik as he recognizes the person in the room. Addy! Quickly he moves as close, as allowed, to the dark-haired man. Something is odd, Addy's hair is loose, it is never loose, it is always pulled back in a ponytail. Why is he hiding his face behind his hair?
"Sorry that I wasn't here for a few days, my older brother was in town with his family. . . But now I'm back here, and that is all that really matters now, isn't it?"
Watching as Noir sits next to the containment unit, Erik wonders why is it that his friend sounds so sad. A futile push against the glass is the only thing that the young boy can do when he sees the tear paths streaked across Noir's face. Visible only because the normally chipper young man had turned to flash a reassuring smile at the boy before starting to read out loud another nonsensical rhyming book.
Only half of the book is read before Noir breaks down in silent heaving sobs, leaving Erik crying in sympathy and unable to comfort the only person who has tried to help him in this awful place.
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Fear. Pure and unadulterated fear permeates through Yohji's entire psyche as he steps backwards against the wall. His hands find the railing, put there to aid in steadying passengers during turbulent times at sea, and fasten on to it like a lifeline. Memories flash in his mind. Someone is calling to him . . . When are they calling him? Is it now, or was it then, or both . . . I can't be on a ship, anywhere but a ship, Koneko you know that!