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 twenty-one.
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Walking over to the computer, Koneko takes a glance at some of the information that is up on the screen. . . . images flash past on the monitor as Omi continues searching for the origin of that particular email. One IP in general manages to link them back to a website in a language the assassin cannot understand.
"Hey, isn't that Arecibo?" The blond haired girl asks, startling Omi.
Gathering his wits, Omi looks back up at Koneko, "Ah re si bo?"
"Arecibo. . . A town not that far from where we live." Koneko comments, only to receive a weird expression from Yohji as he gets up to take a better look at the monitor.
"Far in whose point of view? It takes over an hour to get there. . ." Taking Omi's hand, Yohji clicks on one of the links. "Hey, wasn't there some sort of spat over in that area before my accident?"
"Uhmm. . . Yeah, I think so," the girl says as she picks her braid and begins twirling it between her fingers. "It was because the governor of Arecibo accepted some donations and allowed some private company to take control of the radio dish there. SETI was not very pleased about being booted out of the facility. . ."
One click is all it takes to bring up the image of the radio dish on the monitor. . . seconds before Brad can mentally warn Schuldig to Yohji away from the computer. Jade eyes take in the image of the dish on the screen and the young blond feels as though he were being ripped in two. Mouth open in a silent scream, Jason's body begins tumbling down like a puppet whose strings have been clipped. In the distance, Yohji can hear several people calling for him. . .
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The radio dish, that dish, that dish, that dish. . . is what fills the assassin's eyes as he is torn from his 'body'. . . Suspended in nothingness, Yohji can feel an intense pain emanating from somewhere nearby. Below him he knows without looking that the dish is there. Darkness, the coquis sing out to one another in the night.
/Who's there?/
Coqui-coqui-coqui-coqui. . .
A child is crying somewhere.
A child is crying.
Where is the child?
Where is Erik?
Going closer to the dish fills Yohji with dread. . . closer still, the dread turns to fear. That is a place filled with pain.
A child's voice on the wind whispers to him. . .
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Coughing, Yohji opens his eyes, pain running through his body, repercussion from having been slammed so forcibly back into the physical form he now wears. In the distance he can hear Omi and Koneko crying.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that he's lying in someone's lap. He tries to vocalize enough to tell Omi and Koneko that he's all right. . . they've both been through too much pain in their lives, but it feels like someone has stuffed his mouth with cotton.
From both Omi and Koneko, Yohji can feel the riot of emotions rolling off of the two of them. Without warning, he can feel a shift in Koneko's emotions. . . a shift that he's willing to bet occurred with more than a little meddling on Schuldig's part. No word is given as the girl picks up her belongings and leaves.
"Shh. . . Yohji, just lay still. . . you need to rest a little bit now."
After a few moments, it finally registers who said that to him. . . Schuldig? Panting somewhat, Yohji tries to follow the red head's advice. Though, the emotions battering against him from Omi make the task more difficult than previously thought.
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Aya drives as Ken continues using Omi's computer to track their currently missing partner. A girl walking alone on the sidewalk draws Ken's attention. . . "Aya, that's Yohji's little friend. . . what was her name. . . Koneko!" Pulling up next to her, the window is rolled down and she gives the assassins a sunny smile. Remembering to use as simple Japanese as possible, Ken greets her, "Hi Koneko-chan."
Taking a few moments to pull forth the required response, the girl answers, "Hi Ken, how are you?"
In the driver's seat Aya is about ready to throttle either Ken or Koneko during their slow, tedious and highly polite conversation. Hands grip the steering wheel tightly as Ken goes through the process of getting information from the girl. From what he can understand, it seems that she believes that a distant cousin of 'Neko' picked them up from the flower shop. A cousin that sounds suspiciously similar to Schuldig, and that now 'Neko' will be spending the next few days with his family member. . .
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From his little glass tube, Erik looks out at the empty room around him and smiles. Yohji was nearby. He tried telling Yohji to help Addie, since Schuschu accidentally hurt him last time. . . but he doesn't think that his Yohji heard him, it's so hard for people to hear him in here. At least Addie spoke with him that time.
Leaning against the glass, the small boy sighs. It's lonely in here without Addie to tell him stories and jokes. . . when is Addie coming back?
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Following the directions that Koneko gave them, Aya and Ken head off to rescue their team-mates. . . though it would have been infinitely easier if the girl hadn't kept mixing up the words for right and left when she was explaining how to arrive at Brad and Schuldig's apartment. Thankfully, Ken realised in the middle of the explanations that the girl tends to talk more with her hands than anything else, and instead of listening to 'right' and 'left' he took his cue from what direction she was pointing.
After getting lost a couple of times[1], they finally find the building that they are looking for. . . Leaving the two men wondering what the heck that girl was thinking when she wandered in there earlier today.
Finding a legal parking spot around the corner, Aya and Ken exit the car and slip into the apartment building.
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"So, what the hell happened to me?" Yohji asks the only other person that could possibly give him a competent answer. . .
"You sure that you want to know kiddo?"
"Yes. It was unnerving and I would prefer not doing that again."
"The way I see it," the German starts out, leaning forward he takes the green eyed boy's chin in hand and examines those same eyes. "There are two possibilities for what just happened. One, you became unhinged from this body and essentially fell out, going to the only other place that you knew of in that form."
A tinge of fear creeps into Yohji's eyes at the notion of having simply slipped out of this body. . . he doesn't want to leave Omi again, not after having found him so recently.
"I don't think that was what happened. Even if you are blocking your powers, you are too strong for something like that to have happened. . . . even so, if you were going to fall out of this body, it would have happened a lot sooner." The red head explains, smoothing the small blonde's hair back in an attempt to comfort him.
Trying to get up, Yohji realizes that he is all but wrapped up in Schuldig's embrace. . . the German having caught him when he fell. Looking up, he can see Omi perched at the end of his seat, love and concern coming off the blue-eyed boy in waves and washing over him. Giving up his efforts to regain a vertical position, the blonde looks up at the man whose lap he is currently residing in and wonders why he isn't receiving anything from him. . .
/Because I know how to shield. . . and your precious little Omittchi wouldn't know how to, even if his life depended on it./
Blinking once, twice, three times. . . Jade meets emerald with more than just a bit of confusion.
/After that little trip of yours, you are just a little more sensitive at the moment. . ./
But I'm not. . .
Schuldig interrupts that thought before Yohji can finish it. /Bullshit. You are a telepath. You were just too good at hiding it from yourself that you and everyone else never realized it./
So how would I. . .
/Just think something directed at a person. . . /
Figuring that it can't hurt anything, Yohji gathers himself a little and concentrates completely on 'sending' to the German. . . /HOW'S THIS?!?!/
Without warning, Schuldig makes a strangled little noise and collapses backwards unconscious, his mind shutting down after the small and completely inexperienced telepath did the equivalent of screaming through a megaphone into his 'ear'.
Scrambling to all fours, Yohji looks wide eyed down at Schu, and is soon accompanied by Omi. One of them wondering what happened, with the second hoping that he didn't accidentally kill the man. Brad appears in the doorway with an icepack and some migraine medication, "he said 'think'. . . not shout."
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Watching his nephew lying there, unconscious, kept alive solely by the work of machines. . . the urge passes through Adrian to simply pull all the plugs on everything and let the boy die a natural death, unhampered by modern science. Taking a hardback Dr. Seuss book from the table, the urge leaves the ebon haired man as he starts reading the silly rhymes to the silent figure on the bed.
A he reads, the thought occurs to him of how wretched this situation truly is. . . two little boys that life has decided to play a horrible and macabre joke on. One trapped and tortured until he dies, and the other victim to an accident that left him with no real hope for the future. . . completely dependant upon the machines to perform the most basic of basic tasks for him to continue living.
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They've just managed to finish getting Schuldig up onto the sofa when a nagging little sensation in the back of Yohji's mind makes him think of Aya and Ken. Looking over at the door, which seems the most likely source of the 'nagging' he is to witness Brad open it in time to send Ken sprawling across the floor in his suddenly and unexpectedly aborted attempt to break it down.
Sighing, Brad looks down at the brunette, then over at Aya, and receives a glare from the irate violet-eyed man. It takes a little bit, but Ken manages to get back to his feet. "You should have thought about knocking first." Brad comments nonchalantly.
"Aya-san! Ken-kun!!" is the excited cry from Omi as the small assassin dashes to his friends, leaving Yohji still kneeling next to the sofa marvelling at the unique sensation each persons emotions have. . .
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[1] What else can you expect with getting directions from someone that can barely speak the language? LOL.
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Responses to Reviews:
Gale: Wow. . . you really have hung in with this ficcie through thick and thin. I applaud you!!! Even if I am rather irresponsible with updating at the moment. . . ^^;;;
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 twenty-one.
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Walking over to the computer, Koneko takes a glance at some of the information that is up on the screen. . . . images flash past on the monitor as Omi continues searching for the origin of that particular email. One IP in general manages to link them back to a website in a language the assassin cannot understand.
"Hey, isn't that Arecibo?" The blond haired girl asks, startling Omi.
Gathering his wits, Omi looks back up at Koneko, "Ah re si bo?"
"Arecibo. . . A town not that far from where we live." Koneko comments, only to receive a weird expression from Yohji as he gets up to take a better look at the monitor.
"Far in whose point of view? It takes over an hour to get there. . ." Taking Omi's hand, Yohji clicks on one of the links. "Hey, wasn't there some sort of spat over in that area before my accident?"
"Uhmm. . . Yeah, I think so," the girl says as she picks her braid and begins twirling it between her fingers. "It was because the governor of Arecibo accepted some donations and allowed some private company to take control of the radio dish there. SETI was not very pleased about being booted out of the facility. . ."
One click is all it takes to bring up the image of the radio dish on the monitor. . . seconds before Brad can mentally warn Schuldig to Yohji away from the computer. Jade eyes take in the image of the dish on the screen and the young blond feels as though he were being ripped in two. Mouth open in a silent scream, Jason's body begins tumbling down like a puppet whose strings have been clipped. In the distance, Yohji can hear several people calling for him. . .
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The radio dish, that dish, that dish, that dish. . . is what fills the assassin's eyes as he is torn from his 'body'. . . Suspended in nothingness, Yohji can feel an intense pain emanating from somewhere nearby. Below him he knows without looking that the dish is there. Darkness, the coquis sing out to one another in the night.
/Who's there?/
Coqui-coqui-coqui-coqui. . .
A child is crying somewhere.
A child is crying.
Where is the child?
Where is Erik?
Going closer to the dish fills Yohji with dread. . . closer still, the dread turns to fear. That is a place filled with pain.
A child's voice on the wind whispers to him. . .
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Coughing, Yohji opens his eyes, pain running through his body, repercussion from having been slammed so forcibly back into the physical form he now wears. In the distance he can hear Omi and Koneko crying.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that he's lying in someone's lap. He tries to vocalize enough to tell Omi and Koneko that he's all right. . . they've both been through too much pain in their lives, but it feels like someone has stuffed his mouth with cotton.
From both Omi and Koneko, Yohji can feel the riot of emotions rolling off of the two of them. Without warning, he can feel a shift in Koneko's emotions. . . a shift that he's willing to bet occurred with more than a little meddling on Schuldig's part. No word is given as the girl picks up her belongings and leaves.
"Shh. . . Yohji, just lay still. . . you need to rest a little bit now."
After a few moments, it finally registers who said that to him. . . Schuldig? Panting somewhat, Yohji tries to follow the red head's advice. Though, the emotions battering against him from Omi make the task more difficult than previously thought.
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Aya drives as Ken continues using Omi's computer to track their currently missing partner. A girl walking alone on the sidewalk draws Ken's attention. . . "Aya, that's Yohji's little friend. . . what was her name. . . Koneko!" Pulling up next to her, the window is rolled down and she gives the assassins a sunny smile. Remembering to use as simple Japanese as possible, Ken greets her, "Hi Koneko-chan."
Taking a few moments to pull forth the required response, the girl answers, "Hi Ken, how are you?"
In the driver's seat Aya is about ready to throttle either Ken or Koneko during their slow, tedious and highly polite conversation. Hands grip the steering wheel tightly as Ken goes through the process of getting information from the girl. From what he can understand, it seems that she believes that a distant cousin of 'Neko' picked them up from the flower shop. A cousin that sounds suspiciously similar to Schuldig, and that now 'Neko' will be spending the next few days with his family member. . .
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From his little glass tube, Erik looks out at the empty room around him and smiles. Yohji was nearby. He tried telling Yohji to help Addie, since Schuschu accidentally hurt him last time. . . but he doesn't think that his Yohji heard him, it's so hard for people to hear him in here. At least Addie spoke with him that time.
Leaning against the glass, the small boy sighs. It's lonely in here without Addie to tell him stories and jokes. . . when is Addie coming back?
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Following the directions that Koneko gave them, Aya and Ken head off to rescue their team-mates. . . though it would have been infinitely easier if the girl hadn't kept mixing up the words for right and left when she was explaining how to arrive at Brad and Schuldig's apartment. Thankfully, Ken realised in the middle of the explanations that the girl tends to talk more with her hands than anything else, and instead of listening to 'right' and 'left' he took his cue from what direction she was pointing.
After getting lost a couple of times[1], they finally find the building that they are looking for. . . Leaving the two men wondering what the heck that girl was thinking when she wandered in there earlier today.
Finding a legal parking spot around the corner, Aya and Ken exit the car and slip into the apartment building.
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"So, what the hell happened to me?" Yohji asks the only other person that could possibly give him a competent answer. . .
"You sure that you want to know kiddo?"
"Yes. It was unnerving and I would prefer not doing that again."
"The way I see it," the German starts out, leaning forward he takes the green eyed boy's chin in hand and examines those same eyes. "There are two possibilities for what just happened. One, you became unhinged from this body and essentially fell out, going to the only other place that you knew of in that form."
A tinge of fear creeps into Yohji's eyes at the notion of having simply slipped out of this body. . . he doesn't want to leave Omi again, not after having found him so recently.
"I don't think that was what happened. Even if you are blocking your powers, you are too strong for something like that to have happened. . . . even so, if you were going to fall out of this body, it would have happened a lot sooner." The red head explains, smoothing the small blonde's hair back in an attempt to comfort him.
Trying to get up, Yohji realizes that he is all but wrapped up in Schuldig's embrace. . . the German having caught him when he fell. Looking up, he can see Omi perched at the end of his seat, love and concern coming off the blue-eyed boy in waves and washing over him. Giving up his efforts to regain a vertical position, the blonde looks up at the man whose lap he is currently residing in and wonders why he isn't receiving anything from him. . .
/Because I know how to shield. . . and your precious little Omittchi wouldn't know how to, even if his life depended on it./
Blinking once, twice, three times. . . Jade meets emerald with more than just a bit of confusion.
/After that little trip of yours, you are just a little more sensitive at the moment. . ./
But I'm not. . .
Schuldig interrupts that thought before Yohji can finish it. /Bullshit. You are a telepath. You were just too good at hiding it from yourself that you and everyone else never realized it./
So how would I. . .
/Just think something directed at a person. . . /
Figuring that it can't hurt anything, Yohji gathers himself a little and concentrates completely on 'sending' to the German. . . /HOW'S THIS?!?!/
Without warning, Schuldig makes a strangled little noise and collapses backwards unconscious, his mind shutting down after the small and completely inexperienced telepath did the equivalent of screaming through a megaphone into his 'ear'.
Scrambling to all fours, Yohji looks wide eyed down at Schu, and is soon accompanied by Omi. One of them wondering what happened, with the second hoping that he didn't accidentally kill the man. Brad appears in the doorway with an icepack and some migraine medication, "he said 'think'. . . not shout."
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Watching his nephew lying there, unconscious, kept alive solely by the work of machines. . . the urge passes through Adrian to simply pull all the plugs on everything and let the boy die a natural death, unhampered by modern science. Taking a hardback Dr. Seuss book from the table, the urge leaves the ebon haired man as he starts reading the silly rhymes to the silent figure on the bed.
A he reads, the thought occurs to him of how wretched this situation truly is. . . two little boys that life has decided to play a horrible and macabre joke on. One trapped and tortured until he dies, and the other victim to an accident that left him with no real hope for the future. . . completely dependant upon the machines to perform the most basic of basic tasks for him to continue living.
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They've just managed to finish getting Schuldig up onto the sofa when a nagging little sensation in the back of Yohji's mind makes him think of Aya and Ken. Looking over at the door, which seems the most likely source of the 'nagging' he is to witness Brad open it in time to send Ken sprawling across the floor in his suddenly and unexpectedly aborted attempt to break it down.
Sighing, Brad looks down at the brunette, then over at Aya, and receives a glare from the irate violet-eyed man. It takes a little bit, but Ken manages to get back to his feet. "You should have thought about knocking first." Brad comments nonchalantly.
"Aya-san! Ken-kun!!" is the excited cry from Omi as the small assassin dashes to his friends, leaving Yohji still kneeling next to the sofa marvelling at the unique sensation each persons emotions have. . .
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[1] What else can you expect with getting directions from someone that can barely speak the language? LOL.
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Responses to Reviews:
Gale: Wow. . . you really have hung in with this ficcie through thick and thin. I applaud you!!! Even if I am rather irresponsible with updating at the moment. . . ^^;;;