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 seventeen.
Slowly jade eyes open. The world around seems to be halfway in focus. Blinking, Yohji wonders why his vision is not correct. Getting up into a sitting position something slips from his cheek to the pillow. A closer look at the item reveals why the world is so blurry. During the night one of his contacts had split in two and luckily had fallen out. Pushing the covers back, he wonders what to do now. Did the girls pack up any extra lenses or his glasses in the overnight bag?
Crawling across the bed, he grabs the little drag-along and hauls it up to the bed to rummage through. In one of the pockets Yohji finds the empty lens compact that Koneko had given him for the trip. No contact lenses are better than just one, he muses, that way I won't be straining my eyes and giving myself a killer headache. Squirting a little saline solution into the small compartment, he removes the remaining lens and puts it away in the case for safekeeping. With the final lens gone, the world around him is reduced to inescapable blurriness. Sighing, he continues to paw through the rest of the items sent.
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Crawling out from underneath Aya's protective embrace, Ken pads over to Omi's room to see if the small blond had returned unnoticed during the night. No such luck. Frowning, he looks over at the genki assassin's computer and switches it on.
Password . . .
What would Omittchi's password be? Taking a chance, he types in: Balinese.
Incorrect password.
Scratching his chin, he takes another guess: Yohji. The sweet chimes surprise Ken as the computer starts up. Moving the mouse pointer to the start button, he navigates his way to the search field to look for the tracking program.
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Walking out of the room, Yotan silently curses the fact that he wasn't able to find his glasses in the bag. Trailing fingertips across the wall so that he doesn't trip over anything major, he finds his way back to the kitchen for some breakfast. If they went through the trouble of kidnapping him, they'd better darn well not be expecting that he not rifle through the refrigerator when he gets hungry.
Holding onto the doorframe, he pokes his head into the kitchen before entering and sees a short blond haired person in the room. Taking a chance on the fact that Omi is the only other short person at the moment in this place, "Ohaiyo Omittchi!"
"Ohaiyo Yohji," is the response from the blurred form. Turning, Yohji can see a hint of blue where Omi's eyes should be. Smiling, he heads right to Omi.
Wrapping his arms around the younger boy's lithe form, he gently nuzzles at Omi's neck; feeling a lot better now that he is close enough to make out Omi's features again. Carefully, he manoeuvres them into one of the chairs. Squirming slightly, Omi manages to straddle Yotan's lap and pulls back slightly to look down at the smaller blond.
One hand caresses his cheek while the other runs idly through his hair pulling out the band that had been holding it in a loose ponytail. Yohji can feel his hair cascading around his face; delicate fingers push it out from his eyes before he can release Omi. One of Omi's hands moves to the base of his neck, holding him in place as the cerulean-eyed boy leans down and begins plundering his mouth.
Yohji's hands begin to move up under the hem of Omi's shirt as the younger boy all but violates his mouth with an eager tongue. The sound of clapping draws their attention, and Yohji wishes death on Schuldig when he sees the telltale bright orange hair. Still not letting go of the beautiful boy in his lap, he rests his head on Omi's shoulder and looks over at Schuschu with an annoyed expression on his face. Half of his attention on the nearly panting body next to his, and half his attention on the person that he is certain is smirking at them.
"Keep going, the two of you are just too cute together," Schuldig comments as he pulls out what Yohji would assume is a coffee container. Sniffing a little confirms that it is coffee.
"Use the coffee in the yellow package, Café Crema," Yotan remarks as he lightly nuzzles Omi. "It is better than that stuff." He quits nuzzling after receiving a quick swat and Omi untangles himself from Yohji's arms and climbs out of his lap.
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They are starting to suspect, Noir thinks as he walks into the lab. A better name for the room would be torture chamber for all the harm that they are doing to this child. Placing his hand on the cool glass the thought runs through his mind, I want to protect you the way I couldn't protect him.
A feeling of love, warmth and comfort suddenly floods his being. Without warning, a small voice says in his mind . . .
/I like you too, Addy./
Pulling his hand away, as though burned, Adrian looks at the bright-eyed boy being held within the glass cage. "Was that you talking to me?" he asks in a whisper. A smile and a nod are his response.
"How did you do that?"
Silence. Erik presses his hands against the glass and mouthes the words, 'Touch the glass.' Hesitantly Adrian presses his hands against the glass.
/I can only talk like this./
"Why do I hear you in my mind?"
/It's called tele. . . tele. . . tele-pathy/ Adrian smiles as the small boy stumbles a little over the large word. A thought occurs to him. How did he know Erik's name.
/Because I wanted you to know./
Huh? I never heard you before now.
/I'm a little stronger now, so now you can hear me, but I could always hear your thoughts and feelings./
Who is Schuldig?
Images of a certain redhead pop into Noir's mind. Schuldig, vicious, mean, violent contrast with a caring person, a person that would play and comfort, a loving person, a person that he keeps hidden underneath all the anger and bitterness. //I miss Schuschu.//
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Putting the coffee cup down, Schuldig freezes. Someone is thinking about him. Not just thinking about him, someone is on the psychic plane thinking about him. Letting his eyes slide half shut he searches out whoever it is.
Suddenly he is looking through two sets of eyes and surrounded by feelings of comfort. He is looking up at a dark haired man. He is looking down at Erik. Erik! Without hesitation he plunges into the mind before him. //WHERE IS ERIK!//
Instants before the dark haired man is thrown into oblivion, Schuldig would have sworn that he heard Erik call out a name . . . Addie.
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Erik can only watch as Adrian reacts to Schuldig psychically lashing out. He watches as the dark haired man's back arches as though a current has just been released into him, and his eyes roll back and he collapses unconscious to the ground without another sound. Leaving Erik screaming his name. ADDIE!!!
Erik pounds on the glass as the mean people enter the room. One of them looks down at Adrian's body lying on the ground helpless, and Erik would swear that he saw a look of lust pass through the eyes of the large blond American. As that look passes, Erik has to suppress a shiver, and he suddenly finds himself worried over the safety of his friend.
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Responses to Reviews:
Soulshadow, thank you. . . I hope that putting two chapters at the same time makes up for my not posting for such a long while.
Gale, I told Nekosandy what you said in your review, she thanks you greatly for what you said. At the moment Nekosandy has an unfinished prequel to the Fractured Futures Trilogy . . . I've read part of it, and I love it (actually I'm waiting to see when she finishes it). At the moment I'm sorely tempted to upload the un-beta-ed chapter 18. . . just to see the reactions. I've read at least one too many 'evil brad' ficcies lately and it has affected a few chapters of New Dawn.
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 seventeen.
Slowly jade eyes open. The world around seems to be halfway in focus. Blinking, Yohji wonders why his vision is not correct. Getting up into a sitting position something slips from his cheek to the pillow. A closer look at the item reveals why the world is so blurry. During the night one of his contacts had split in two and luckily had fallen out. Pushing the covers back, he wonders what to do now. Did the girls pack up any extra lenses or his glasses in the overnight bag?
Crawling across the bed, he grabs the little drag-along and hauls it up to the bed to rummage through. In one of the pockets Yohji finds the empty lens compact that Koneko had given him for the trip. No contact lenses are better than just one, he muses, that way I won't be straining my eyes and giving myself a killer headache. Squirting a little saline solution into the small compartment, he removes the remaining lens and puts it away in the case for safekeeping. With the final lens gone, the world around him is reduced to inescapable blurriness. Sighing, he continues to paw through the rest of the items sent.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Crawling out from underneath Aya's protective embrace, Ken pads over to Omi's room to see if the small blond had returned unnoticed during the night. No such luck. Frowning, he looks over at the genki assassin's computer and switches it on.
Password . . .
What would Omittchi's password be? Taking a chance, he types in: Balinese.
Incorrect password.
Scratching his chin, he takes another guess: Yohji. The sweet chimes surprise Ken as the computer starts up. Moving the mouse pointer to the start button, he navigates his way to the search field to look for the tracking program.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Walking out of the room, Yotan silently curses the fact that he wasn't able to find his glasses in the bag. Trailing fingertips across the wall so that he doesn't trip over anything major, he finds his way back to the kitchen for some breakfast. If they went through the trouble of kidnapping him, they'd better darn well not be expecting that he not rifle through the refrigerator when he gets hungry.
Holding onto the doorframe, he pokes his head into the kitchen before entering and sees a short blond haired person in the room. Taking a chance on the fact that Omi is the only other short person at the moment in this place, "Ohaiyo Omittchi!"
"Ohaiyo Yohji," is the response from the blurred form. Turning, Yohji can see a hint of blue where Omi's eyes should be. Smiling, he heads right to Omi.
Wrapping his arms around the younger boy's lithe form, he gently nuzzles at Omi's neck; feeling a lot better now that he is close enough to make out Omi's features again. Carefully, he manoeuvres them into one of the chairs. Squirming slightly, Omi manages to straddle Yotan's lap and pulls back slightly to look down at the smaller blond.
One hand caresses his cheek while the other runs idly through his hair pulling out the band that had been holding it in a loose ponytail. Yohji can feel his hair cascading around his face; delicate fingers push it out from his eyes before he can release Omi. One of Omi's hands moves to the base of his neck, holding him in place as the cerulean-eyed boy leans down and begins plundering his mouth.
Yohji's hands begin to move up under the hem of Omi's shirt as the younger boy all but violates his mouth with an eager tongue. The sound of clapping draws their attention, and Yohji wishes death on Schuldig when he sees the telltale bright orange hair. Still not letting go of the beautiful boy in his lap, he rests his head on Omi's shoulder and looks over at Schuschu with an annoyed expression on his face. Half of his attention on the nearly panting body next to his, and half his attention on the person that he is certain is smirking at them.
"Keep going, the two of you are just too cute together," Schuldig comments as he pulls out what Yohji would assume is a coffee container. Sniffing a little confirms that it is coffee.
"Use the coffee in the yellow package, Café Crema," Yotan remarks as he lightly nuzzles Omi. "It is better than that stuff." He quits nuzzling after receiving a quick swat and Omi untangles himself from Yohji's arms and climbs out of his lap.
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They are starting to suspect, Noir thinks as he walks into the lab. A better name for the room would be torture chamber for all the harm that they are doing to this child. Placing his hand on the cool glass the thought runs through his mind, I want to protect you the way I couldn't protect him.
A feeling of love, warmth and comfort suddenly floods his being. Without warning, a small voice says in his mind . . .
/I like you too, Addy./
Pulling his hand away, as though burned, Adrian looks at the bright-eyed boy being held within the glass cage. "Was that you talking to me?" he asks in a whisper. A smile and a nod are his response.
"How did you do that?"
Silence. Erik presses his hands against the glass and mouthes the words, 'Touch the glass.' Hesitantly Adrian presses his hands against the glass.
/I can only talk like this./
"Why do I hear you in my mind?"
/It's called tele. . . tele. . . tele-pathy/ Adrian smiles as the small boy stumbles a little over the large word. A thought occurs to him. How did he know Erik's name.
/Because I wanted you to know./
Huh? I never heard you before now.
/I'm a little stronger now, so now you can hear me, but I could always hear your thoughts and feelings./
Who is Schuldig?
Images of a certain redhead pop into Noir's mind. Schuldig, vicious, mean, violent contrast with a caring person, a person that would play and comfort, a loving person, a person that he keeps hidden underneath all the anger and bitterness. //I miss Schuschu.//
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Putting the coffee cup down, Schuldig freezes. Someone is thinking about him. Not just thinking about him, someone is on the psychic plane thinking about him. Letting his eyes slide half shut he searches out whoever it is.
Suddenly he is looking through two sets of eyes and surrounded by feelings of comfort. He is looking up at a dark haired man. He is looking down at Erik. Erik! Without hesitation he plunges into the mind before him. //WHERE IS ERIK!//
Instants before the dark haired man is thrown into oblivion, Schuldig would have sworn that he heard Erik call out a name . . . Addie.
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Erik can only watch as Adrian reacts to Schuldig psychically lashing out. He watches as the dark haired man's back arches as though a current has just been released into him, and his eyes roll back and he collapses unconscious to the ground without another sound. Leaving Erik screaming his name. ADDIE!!!
Erik pounds on the glass as the mean people enter the room. One of them looks down at Adrian's body lying on the ground helpless, and Erik would swear that he saw a look of lust pass through the eyes of the large blond American. As that look passes, Erik has to suppress a shiver, and he suddenly finds himself worried over the safety of his friend.
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Responses to Reviews:
Soulshadow, thank you. . . I hope that putting two chapters at the same time makes up for my not posting for such a long while.
Gale, I told Nekosandy what you said in your review, she thanks you greatly for what you said. At the moment Nekosandy has an unfinished prequel to the Fractured Futures Trilogy . . . I've read part of it, and I love it (actually I'm waiting to see when she finishes it). At the moment I'm sorely tempted to upload the un-beta-ed chapter 18. . . just to see the reactions. I've read at least one too many 'evil brad' ficcies lately and it has affected a few chapters of New Dawn.