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 eleven.
Noir's face is illuminated by the computer screen as he searches for the answers to questions raised by simple curiosity. That is not right, the questions were not tbrought forth by simple curiousity, they were brought to the surface of his mind precisely because of the death of his family. The emerald haired boy is named Erik Vought, and has a german accent, a name and a place so that he can search out the rest of Erik's family. What would he tell Erik's family should he find them? 'Hi, I'm a scientist working on a high security experiment and it seems that we have brought your child back from the dead. I'm sorry, he can only exist inside a containment unit if he wants to have any corporeal form. So I guess that means there is no way for you to see him ever again. Thank you very much.' Oh that would be awful. No, that wouldn't be the proper thing to do, that family has already mourned the loss of a child, why force them to mourn him again?
If he finds anything about the Vought family, then Erik should be told. Erik should know how his family is doing at the very least.
Records, birth and death, all pass by the screen, each being automatically scanned for any information pertaining to what might be Erik's family. Noir is returning from getting another cup of coffee when he sees it flashing on the screen, a birth record for Erik Vought. Sadness flickers across his eyes, Erik would have been 24, only a year younger than himself. Poor kid, to be dead so long and suddenly pulled back kicking and screaming into this wretchedly cruel world.
Cross-referencing the birth record, hoping to find family, a mother and father, brothers and sisters or any family at all, Adrian Noir continues on his little quest.
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Opening the door, Omi enters and looks over at the kitchen table. Yohji used to sit at that table and work on floral arrangements for the next day's delivery. Always a gentle smile on his lips as he greeted and inquired about Omi's day at school. In a languid motion he would then brush the debris of his creations out of the way so that Omi could sit and either talk or work on assignments without interruptions. Dropping his backpack on a chair, he goes to see whether or not their guests have regained consciousness, and to make sure that Aya hasn't killed them.
Just as he sets foot out of the kitchen, he is sure that he can hear people downstairs. From the sound of the voices, it seems that there is at least one female and she seems ecstatic about something. Heading downstairs he can see that Ken there keeping an eye on both blondes. Since Aya isn't anywhere to be seen, he can take that into meaning that he tried to have a few words with one or both of these kids.
The girl is jumping up and down in excitement and pulling the boy along with her. From his limited English all he can really understand is something about an art gallery. "Konnichiwa Ken-kun. Aya kun reacted badly to them, didn't he?"
Yohji breaks away from his friend's enthusiastic celebration and quips in before Ken can answer, "Aya just tried to harass Koneko and strangle me. So Ken locked him in a closet somewhere. If you hear swearing and banging coming from one, don't open it, ok?[1]" Smirking, he looks from Omi to Ken, "Well, I guess that it is time that we all sat down and had that chat, right?" Turning to Koneko, and jumping from Japanese to English, "Koneko, I need to go for a little bit, but you finish up with the preparations for the art exhibition. If you calling card runs out, switch to mine, okay?"
Koneko looks up at Yohji, "No problem," glancing over at Omi still standing on the stairs, a knowing smile jumps to her features, "have fun talking to your friends."
While going up the stairs he throws back at her, "Oy kitty kat, you know I always have fun." Turning his attention back to Omi and Ken, he switches back to Japanese, "Shall we go?"
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A little further research reveals to Noir that Erik Vought is not dead in the conventional sense of the word. There is no record of his death listed anywhere. Finding the records of his parents deaths was rather simple, a car accident, no mystery there. Erik's custody was awarded to his father's brother, a man named Hasuka Vought. Apparently Hasuka died a few years later, gunshot wound through the neck, this happened when Erik would have been about 13. But, no record of Erik's death is listed. A little more research clearly shows that he was employed, by a man in Japan, a man by the name of Takatori.
Maybe the living Erik will be able to tell him who is the 'Erik' that they have imprisoned at this laboratory. A little hacking, thank you Ethan for teaching me so many tricks on the computer, and he has an email address for Erik, or rather Schuldig as he seems to be calling himself now. Hesitation. What if going to this Schuldig person is nothing but a dead-end, or worse, a horrible mistake.
Curiosity pushes Noir a little further, what does this Schuldig look like? Will he look like Erik, or is it just weird coincidence that his search brought him to this individual. That search will have to wait for another day. Work is about to start, and he figured out the wave length combination that would discorporate Erik, now to make sure that everyone else never arrives to that specific combination. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, he secures it in place with a cloth scrunche and heads of to the laboratory.
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Pulling a chair away from the kitchen table, Yohji recalls all the times that he would sit at this specific spot and wait for Omi to arrive back from class while working on floral arrangements. Hardly thinking about it, he asks, "oy Omi, how was class anyway?"
He can barely react, the tone of voice that boy used sounded just like Yohji. Moving his backpack from the chair and slides into the recently vacated spot. Closing his eyes for a moment to clear his thoughts, he then looks over at the blond boy with jade green eyes, a shade of color eerily identical to Yohji's. Ken enters the room with Aya, who had been practicing with his katana and not thrown in a closet, as the boy had jokingly indicated. Omi waits till everyone is seated before making the first question. "Who are you?"
Yohji looks down at the table before starting to speak, "if I play this like a question and answer game, I know that I'm going to try and evade the truth to try and delude myself again. Even with the three of you sitting here in front of me," sighing, he continues, "Three months ago I would have been able to answer that question without a problem. Three months ago I would have happily told you that my name was Jason Christophe and that my friends called me Neko. But that was before the car accident that put me in the hospital. I've been told that while I was still in a coma, I flat lined." Reaching to the center of the table Yohji picks up a napkin and starts twisting it between long nervous fingers. "It seems that the doctors tried everything but still couldn't get my body to start living again, and shortly after they called a time of death I started breathing again. Still in a coma, but at least my body was functioning on its own again. That night I woke up changed."
"I don't know how or why this happened, but when I woke I had two sets of memories. I made a rational decision, I decided that my second set of memories were delusions created by a mind on the verge of death. There was no way that they could be real, at least that is what I thought then. Problem being that there were and still aren't any emotions attached to my memories as Jason, they are just facts, knowledge, if not, I wouldn't have been able to deal with everyday life." Carefully Yohji puts the remains of the napkin down. "I'm still trying to avoid answering, I'm sorry. I have a world to lose and a world gain with this. I came to Japan to prove that my delusions were delusions and nothing more. Except, everywhere I went something was there to prove that they weren't delusions, and now the three of you in front of me, Aya, Ken and Omi; Abyssinian, Siberian, and Bombay. Weiß Kreuz." Trembling slightly, he leans back in his chair, there's no going back now, "I remember dying in Omi's arms after Crawford shot me in the back. I don't know how or why, all I know is that I'm Yohji."
Almost unconsciously he reaches back and takes another napkin, and starts doodling on it as he continues speaking. "I practically came from the other side of the world to prove to myself beyond a doubt that I am Jason. Only to have everything come flying back at me as I walk around and everything is familiar, even though 'Jason' has never been to Japan. I don't care how much a person surfs the web, there is no way to learn the layout of a city the way that I know it."
Across the table Omi stands up and starts walking towards Yohji, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Shut up."
Shock and surprise. Those are the emotions visible on Yohji's features as he drops the pen he was sketching with and starts to get up as well, the irrational fear of losing Omi again rises to the surface. "Omittchi, what do you."
"I said shut up. As you said, Yohji Kudou died." Cerulean blue eyes smoldering with a silent fury, "He died in my arms! How dare you sit there and claim to be Yohji kun. How dare you even speak to me in such a familiar manner."
"Omi."
No one expected the blow, least of all Yohji. Omi's backhand sends the smaller blonde backwards, falling over the chair that he recently occupied, tumbling to the floor. "Go back to where ever you came from. You are not Yohji. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you know, but if you bother me or my friends again, I will make you regret it." Reaching down, Omi picks up the toppled chair, ignoring Yohji completely. "Do you understand me?"
He can't bring himself to look up into Omi's eye and see the anger that his voice is carrying. Staying on the ground, he just keeps looking at the floor, tears flowing freely from jade eyes. Fists clench from the pain of Omi's hatred. A crazy thought runs haphazardly though his mind. My eyes, why aren't they blue anymore? They used to be blue. Now they are green. Keeping his face turned to the floor he answers Omi. "Hai, I understand Tsukiyono san." He can hear the sound of Omi leaving the room. Aya and Ken are still here.
An open hand extends itself in front of him. Flinching back slightly, he wonders why they stayed behind.
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Walking back into his apartment, Noir pulls the scrunchie out of his hair, letting ebon waves frame his face. Back in the university Chris used to like braiding his hair while studying. Chris once told him to never use rubber bands in his hair since those usually ended up damaging the hair. From then on, if Chris felt like it, guess who got to play with his hair. Not that he ever really minded. It was always comforting to have someone practically petting you for a few hours every day.
Reaching into the refrigerator, he takes a Malta India out, pops the cap off and drinks about half the miniscule bottle before heading over to the computer.
Picking up a cork coaster, Noir sits down in front of the computer and opens up outlook express. Compose new email.
From: noir To: schuldig@bradxschu.org Subject: Erik Vought?
Dear Mr. Schuldig
Who is Erik Vought? I would really like to know.
Thank you, Adrian.
Only after he hits the send button does it occur to him that sending that email might not have been such a good idea. What kind of person refers to themselves as 'guilt' and what kind of email is 'bradxschu.org' anyway?
----------------------- [1] "So Ken locked him in a closet somewhere. If you hear swearing and banging coming from one, don't open it, ok?" = credit for this phrase goes to Nekosandy. Thank you!!
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 eleven.
Noir's face is illuminated by the computer screen as he searches for the answers to questions raised by simple curiosity. That is not right, the questions were not tbrought forth by simple curiousity, they were brought to the surface of his mind precisely because of the death of his family. The emerald haired boy is named Erik Vought, and has a german accent, a name and a place so that he can search out the rest of Erik's family. What would he tell Erik's family should he find them? 'Hi, I'm a scientist working on a high security experiment and it seems that we have brought your child back from the dead. I'm sorry, he can only exist inside a containment unit if he wants to have any corporeal form. So I guess that means there is no way for you to see him ever again. Thank you very much.' Oh that would be awful. No, that wouldn't be the proper thing to do, that family has already mourned the loss of a child, why force them to mourn him again?
If he finds anything about the Vought family, then Erik should be told. Erik should know how his family is doing at the very least.
Records, birth and death, all pass by the screen, each being automatically scanned for any information pertaining to what might be Erik's family. Noir is returning from getting another cup of coffee when he sees it flashing on the screen, a birth record for Erik Vought. Sadness flickers across his eyes, Erik would have been 24, only a year younger than himself. Poor kid, to be dead so long and suddenly pulled back kicking and screaming into this wretchedly cruel world.
Cross-referencing the birth record, hoping to find family, a mother and father, brothers and sisters or any family at all, Adrian Noir continues on his little quest.
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Opening the door, Omi enters and looks over at the kitchen table. Yohji used to sit at that table and work on floral arrangements for the next day's delivery. Always a gentle smile on his lips as he greeted and inquired about Omi's day at school. In a languid motion he would then brush the debris of his creations out of the way so that Omi could sit and either talk or work on assignments without interruptions. Dropping his backpack on a chair, he goes to see whether or not their guests have regained consciousness, and to make sure that Aya hasn't killed them.
Just as he sets foot out of the kitchen, he is sure that he can hear people downstairs. From the sound of the voices, it seems that there is at least one female and she seems ecstatic about something. Heading downstairs he can see that Ken there keeping an eye on both blondes. Since Aya isn't anywhere to be seen, he can take that into meaning that he tried to have a few words with one or both of these kids.
The girl is jumping up and down in excitement and pulling the boy along with her. From his limited English all he can really understand is something about an art gallery. "Konnichiwa Ken-kun. Aya kun reacted badly to them, didn't he?"
Yohji breaks away from his friend's enthusiastic celebration and quips in before Ken can answer, "Aya just tried to harass Koneko and strangle me. So Ken locked him in a closet somewhere. If you hear swearing and banging coming from one, don't open it, ok?[1]" Smirking, he looks from Omi to Ken, "Well, I guess that it is time that we all sat down and had that chat, right?" Turning to Koneko, and jumping from Japanese to English, "Koneko, I need to go for a little bit, but you finish up with the preparations for the art exhibition. If you calling card runs out, switch to mine, okay?"
Koneko looks up at Yohji, "No problem," glancing over at Omi still standing on the stairs, a knowing smile jumps to her features, "have fun talking to your friends."
While going up the stairs he throws back at her, "Oy kitty kat, you know I always have fun." Turning his attention back to Omi and Ken, he switches back to Japanese, "Shall we go?"
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A little further research reveals to Noir that Erik Vought is not dead in the conventional sense of the word. There is no record of his death listed anywhere. Finding the records of his parents deaths was rather simple, a car accident, no mystery there. Erik's custody was awarded to his father's brother, a man named Hasuka Vought. Apparently Hasuka died a few years later, gunshot wound through the neck, this happened when Erik would have been about 13. But, no record of Erik's death is listed. A little more research clearly shows that he was employed, by a man in Japan, a man by the name of Takatori.
Maybe the living Erik will be able to tell him who is the 'Erik' that they have imprisoned at this laboratory. A little hacking, thank you Ethan for teaching me so many tricks on the computer, and he has an email address for Erik, or rather Schuldig as he seems to be calling himself now. Hesitation. What if going to this Schuldig person is nothing but a dead-end, or worse, a horrible mistake.
Curiosity pushes Noir a little further, what does this Schuldig look like? Will he look like Erik, or is it just weird coincidence that his search brought him to this individual. That search will have to wait for another day. Work is about to start, and he figured out the wave length combination that would discorporate Erik, now to make sure that everyone else never arrives to that specific combination. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail, he secures it in place with a cloth scrunche and heads of to the laboratory.
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Pulling a chair away from the kitchen table, Yohji recalls all the times that he would sit at this specific spot and wait for Omi to arrive back from class while working on floral arrangements. Hardly thinking about it, he asks, "oy Omi, how was class anyway?"
He can barely react, the tone of voice that boy used sounded just like Yohji. Moving his backpack from the chair and slides into the recently vacated spot. Closing his eyes for a moment to clear his thoughts, he then looks over at the blond boy with jade green eyes, a shade of color eerily identical to Yohji's. Ken enters the room with Aya, who had been practicing with his katana and not thrown in a closet, as the boy had jokingly indicated. Omi waits till everyone is seated before making the first question. "Who are you?"
Yohji looks down at the table before starting to speak, "if I play this like a question and answer game, I know that I'm going to try and evade the truth to try and delude myself again. Even with the three of you sitting here in front of me," sighing, he continues, "Three months ago I would have been able to answer that question without a problem. Three months ago I would have happily told you that my name was Jason Christophe and that my friends called me Neko. But that was before the car accident that put me in the hospital. I've been told that while I was still in a coma, I flat lined." Reaching to the center of the table Yohji picks up a napkin and starts twisting it between long nervous fingers. "It seems that the doctors tried everything but still couldn't get my body to start living again, and shortly after they called a time of death I started breathing again. Still in a coma, but at least my body was functioning on its own again. That night I woke up changed."
"I don't know how or why this happened, but when I woke I had two sets of memories. I made a rational decision, I decided that my second set of memories were delusions created by a mind on the verge of death. There was no way that they could be real, at least that is what I thought then. Problem being that there were and still aren't any emotions attached to my memories as Jason, they are just facts, knowledge, if not, I wouldn't have been able to deal with everyday life." Carefully Yohji puts the remains of the napkin down. "I'm still trying to avoid answering, I'm sorry. I have a world to lose and a world gain with this. I came to Japan to prove that my delusions were delusions and nothing more. Except, everywhere I went something was there to prove that they weren't delusions, and now the three of you in front of me, Aya, Ken and Omi; Abyssinian, Siberian, and Bombay. Weiß Kreuz." Trembling slightly, he leans back in his chair, there's no going back now, "I remember dying in Omi's arms after Crawford shot me in the back. I don't know how or why, all I know is that I'm Yohji."
Almost unconsciously he reaches back and takes another napkin, and starts doodling on it as he continues speaking. "I practically came from the other side of the world to prove to myself beyond a doubt that I am Jason. Only to have everything come flying back at me as I walk around and everything is familiar, even though 'Jason' has never been to Japan. I don't care how much a person surfs the web, there is no way to learn the layout of a city the way that I know it."
Across the table Omi stands up and starts walking towards Yohji, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Shut up."
Shock and surprise. Those are the emotions visible on Yohji's features as he drops the pen he was sketching with and starts to get up as well, the irrational fear of losing Omi again rises to the surface. "Omittchi, what do you."
"I said shut up. As you said, Yohji Kudou died." Cerulean blue eyes smoldering with a silent fury, "He died in my arms! How dare you sit there and claim to be Yohji kun. How dare you even speak to me in such a familiar manner."
"Omi."
No one expected the blow, least of all Yohji. Omi's backhand sends the smaller blonde backwards, falling over the chair that he recently occupied, tumbling to the floor. "Go back to where ever you came from. You are not Yohji. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you know, but if you bother me or my friends again, I will make you regret it." Reaching down, Omi picks up the toppled chair, ignoring Yohji completely. "Do you understand me?"
He can't bring himself to look up into Omi's eye and see the anger that his voice is carrying. Staying on the ground, he just keeps looking at the floor, tears flowing freely from jade eyes. Fists clench from the pain of Omi's hatred. A crazy thought runs haphazardly though his mind. My eyes, why aren't they blue anymore? They used to be blue. Now they are green. Keeping his face turned to the floor he answers Omi. "Hai, I understand Tsukiyono san." He can hear the sound of Omi leaving the room. Aya and Ken are still here.
An open hand extends itself in front of him. Flinching back slightly, he wonders why they stayed behind.
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Walking back into his apartment, Noir pulls the scrunchie out of his hair, letting ebon waves frame his face. Back in the university Chris used to like braiding his hair while studying. Chris once told him to never use rubber bands in his hair since those usually ended up damaging the hair. From then on, if Chris felt like it, guess who got to play with his hair. Not that he ever really minded. It was always comforting to have someone practically petting you for a few hours every day.
Reaching into the refrigerator, he takes a Malta India out, pops the cap off and drinks about half the miniscule bottle before heading over to the computer.
Picking up a cork coaster, Noir sits down in front of the computer and opens up outlook express. Compose new email.
From: noir To: schuldig@bradxschu.org Subject: Erik Vought?
Dear Mr. Schuldig
Who is Erik Vought? I would really like to know.
Thank you, Adrian.
Only after he hits the send button does it occur to him that sending that email might not have been such a good idea. What kind of person refers to themselves as 'guilt' and what kind of email is 'bradxschu.org' anyway?
----------------------- [1] "So Ken locked him in a closet somewhere. If you hear swearing and banging coming from one, don't open it, ok?" = credit for this phrase goes to Nekosandy. Thank you!!