Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss, this is just a for fun kinda thing.
Warning: Angst. And angst comes with blood. There is no spoilers and no Yaoi lemon scenes. Sorry.
X-tra note: '...' means a thought.
"..." is of course, talking.
"Please...n-no...don't...don't kill me..." Gasped Balinese. Crimson blood poured out of the wound that he had just acquired on his left shoulder. The blood created a pool around him and his assailant, making Yoji feel weak and drained. "Please..." Yoji again begged. Although Yoji always wished that his death would come soon, he never relized how painful it really was. Memories of a better time flashed before his eyes, making him weep with the knowledge that he would never have a chance to make new ones. His friends....Aya....Ken....Omi.... they would forget him... him just being another pawn in Kritiker's hands. Although the three 'friends' seemed to like him, they all knew that these friendships could end on a dark mission night like this one... A pair of cold hands closed in around his neck, slightly lifting his body off the floor while still restricting Yoji's oxygen intake.
"Why shouldn't I kill you?!!! Your gonna die now so that I may show you whom you are dealing with.... So that your friends will never mess with me and my business again!" The man on top of Yoji who had thinning raven hair and a heavy build laughed silently at the assassin.
Balinese grew angry with the comment from his target so, gathering the last of his breath he whispered hoarsely to the man, "You may kill me... But even if you do, Kritiker will just replace me with another lost soul. Weiss will still move on and seek revenge on you... the man who took my life...." Yoji's attacker's grip loosened slightly on Yoji's neck. With only a short sign of shock and fear, the man then continued to choke the kitten.
"I'll never be caught and never be killed if all of Weiss is like you, you pathetic creature! Your so worthless that I'm surprised that an organization such as your Kritiker would even allow you to work as an assassin despite a shortage!" A cold laughed echoed the halls and sent chills down Yoji's coldening body. As the man continued to laugh, he removed one hand off of Yoji's neck and reached for the gun that was resting close by in Yoji's blood. With a fluid motion, the man brought the pistol to Yoji's forehead. "Say good-bye to your friends and this world, killer..."
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...Piercing cries of the Weiss teammate echoed throughout the corridors...
...and a gunshot was heard...
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The room grew silent, only the heavy breathing of the murderer could be heard. Blood trickled down the cheeks of Yoji trailing as if they were tears of his own. Pieces of Yoji's brain dotted the floor behind his carcass, running up the white wash wall. Fear was portrayed in Yoji's eyes and face, his last expression. Kudou's memories, just as his face, were frozen forever in the midst of time. It was almost as everything in that room was frozen. Never again would the other three Weiss members hears Yoji's laugh and teasing... never again would they hear the lanky assassin's soothing voice, never again would they be comforted by Balinese's charm and smile. This was the end of the physical form of Yoji but the memories would always live.
Yoji's killer wiped the blood off of his face. The smeared blood was unable to dry on the man's perspirating face. Quickly, he picked up his gun and ran across the room and towards the door that fed into the main hall of the manor. A young brunette, about nineteen years of age stood slumped there, his face dark and uninviting.
"I was hoping that the scream I heard didn't belong to my friend...judging that your alive...means that you are going to have to pay!!!" Siberian, thrust forward, his hands clenched, forcing his gloves to extend four blades on each of the hands. Just barely, the old man dodged this attack. The framing of the door surrounding them was splintered as a result of Ken's outburst. This guy was fast! "Why won't you die?!" Screamed Ken as he once again shot his bugnuts forward, attempting to pierce his target's heart.
Now with more flowed movements, the target moved out of the way of Ken's claws just in time not to get stabbed and to also see Hidaka fall to the floor. Yet, before Siberian could scurry to his feet, Yoji's killer placed his black, chain covered boot on to Ken's head. He smiled as he heard Ken grunt when he pressed his foot harder onto Hidaka's head.
"Now don't move or I'm smashing your head in...give me your bugnuts..." Ordered the man as he gestured to Siberian's gloves with his gun. Ken gritted his teeth, he didn't want to admit that he had been beat. He shouldn't have been so blind when he attacked this man...This was a big mistake that now, could cost him his life.
'No wonder Yoji lost to this guy,' the brunette thought, taking off his bugnuts slowly and placing them into the old man's hands.
"Great! Now I have some stylish gloves that I get to wear..." exclaimed the man. After pulling up one of his sleeves, he continued, "...in addition to this pretty yellow watch that I got from your friend..." Another cold laugh escaped his lips as he pointed his gun at Ken's heart. "Don't worry... you'll see your friend again soon..." Siberian solemnly watched the man's finger grow close to the trigger on his gun, but, the man paused...A confused look fell on Ken's face. The man fell over Siberian and immediately behind him, a young blond boy stood.
"Bombay!" Ken gratefully yelled as he jumped to his feet and went over to the assassin.
"Are you OK, Siberian?" Omi sighed in relief. Ken nodded. The two walked over to the body of their target. Poisoned darts jutted every which way on the man's neck. The poison must have been strong enough to kill the man instantly.
'Omi must of shot those darts pretty fast so that that guy didn't notice them,' Thought Ken. Bending over the man, Siberian took back his gloves and pulled them back onto his hands. Just as Ken began to stand back up, he knelt down again and grabbed the man's left wrist.
"Balinese's watch..." Whimpered the blond bishounen. Ken looked back at Omi's face and could now tell that the boy was fighting back tears. As Ken took the watch off the man, he turned to Omi and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry... lets go and see Balinese..." Omi nodded in agreement to Ken's proposal and followed Ken into the room that their victim had exited just before.
Even from across the large dark room, they could just make out the figure of Yoji laying on the floor. The brunette smiled slightly. It was almost as if...Yoji was just sleeping there, on the job, just as he did countless times at the Koneko. Walking forward with Omi, the two watched the form come into more of a clear view. Dark red blood was splattered everywhere. It was still wet and still sticky.
Then they saw the pain, the struggle that Yoji had endured. Freely, the tears on Omi's face fell but Ken's remained held back. Siberian didn't want to look like a whimp after all...
"Is Absinnian OK, Omi?"
"I don't know..." Ken looked shocked at Omi's response.
"You don't know? Where is he?"
"He wanted me to let him fight our other target by himself, he wanted me to go help you and Balinese...I wish I got here sooner..." The boy's voice cracked under the tears and emotion that flooded his system. "I could have helped save Balinese's life..." What? Why did the boy blame himself?
"You know... I doubt it would have made a difference... and what if? What if Balinese was meant to leave us now? What if his death was supposed to make us care about our lives and the precious gift of it? Besides, have you forgot him?" Smiled Ken. Omi shook his head, "And I doubt you will, so in a way, he lives on in our hearts..." If only Ken could believe half of what he said himself.
Motioning to Yoji, the two knelt next to him and lifted the body up. Yoji's head fell limp on his shoulders, useless. Dragging the corpse was harder than they thought. The body was surprisingly heavy and half of Yoji's legs were scooting along the floor because of the height difference between the three.
They both knew that their lives were now changed forever. Silence between the two sealed that train of thought. Sins of which surrounded and ruled their lives made them take this job as a assassin. If Yoji hadn't committed the sins of his own, than he would not have been here, a part of Weiss. Not only would he not have died, he wouldn't have ever been Balinese. A friend of Siberian, Bombay, and Absinnian.
Omi gathered the courage to look at Yoji's face although the man appeared blurry to him due to the tears in his eyes. 'Yoj-kun...' Omi thought, 'I never knew how much I really cared about you until now...Yoji-sama...seeing you like this... it isn't right..,'. "Yoji!!" The boy dropped the side of Yoji that he was holding and fell to his knees, crying. "What are we going to do? Everyone is going to be so sad... What are we going to tell the fan girls?" With Omi's cries echoing throughout the manor, Ken was sure that Aya would have heard them. The red head assassin was probably already done ridding the world of the guilty soul, their other victim.
"Bombay... please don't worry... we'll make it through... it's just a minor set back, you know," Gently laying Yoji down, Hidaka sat next to Omi. "We all knew this would happen and decided to take the risk so that we could make the world safer. I'm sure that Balinese is happy to finally be set free. So lets just take him and give him a proper burial...one that he deserves..." After standing up, Ken reached his arm forward to pull Omi back to his feet. The two once again picked up Yoji and began to proceed to the exit and Yoji's car.
"Open the door will ya?" Smiled Ken as the boy nodded and did as he was asked. Then Omi climbed into the car and turned to Ken. Reaching for the body, Omi helped pull Yoji in. Ken shut the door. "I'm going to run and help Aya... will you stay here with Yoji?" Once again Omi nodded signaling that Ken could run and help their other friend.
As soon as Ken disappeared from view, Omi held onto Yoji's arm and leaned against the man. Even though the man's shoulder, head, and back was coated in blood, the young assassin laid his head onto the man's shoulder.
"I can't believe your gone Yoji... I always enjoyed being with you despite your teasing... I only wish is that I could have had a chance to say goodbye..."
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Running back into the building, Ken scouted around for the red head assassin. "ABSINNIAN!!!" Ken screamed running down the halls. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! Don't you die!" He cried in hope that Aya's fate would not be Yoji's.
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"ABSINNIAN!!!" A familiar voice bellowed. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! Don't you die!" Aya pulled his katana from the man that laid upon the floor. Looking up and around, Aya tried to find out where this voice was coming from. Kneeling down, Absinnian took the dead man's coat and used it to wipe the blood off of his blade.
"Hey!! Where are you Absinnian?!" The voice again yelled, getting louder and louder each second. Scratching his scalp, Aya walked towards the door and stood in the middle of the hallway.
"Siberian?"
"You're OK!!!" Laughed Ken as he ran into view. "Are you OK? Like...like... are you hurt? Oh thank heaven!" After quickly sheathing his katana, Aya walked towards Ken with a growl.
"What are you doing?! You could have brought attention to yourself screaming like that! That scream jeopardized our position and your safety! You should be happy that our targets are dead."
"Lets... just go home now..." Whimpered Ken. Aya was such a pain! Ken was just worried about the red head and this was how he had to react? If the targets were dead already then why did he have to be so mean and cruel about his mistake? Rolling his eyes, Aya followed Ken down the stairs of the manor and out the door. Sitting in front of them, in Yoji's car was of course Omi and Yoji. But, as Aya came closer, he noticed something wrong with this image. The face that belonged to Omi was shiny and swollen, such as from tears. Yoji's face was way too dark to be his skin tone. Aya's heart sank.
"Shoot..."
Author's Notes: Mm K, well I really don't have much to say but please do review. This is one of many fics that I wrote but the only one I'm putting on the net so far. Yeah, I wrote this just cause me and my friend was trying to think of a "Weiss movie script". I decided to write the script and it turned into this story so please enjoy.
Warning: Angst. And angst comes with blood. There is no spoilers and no Yaoi lemon scenes. Sorry.
X-tra note: '...' means a thought.
"..." is of course, talking.
"Please...n-no...don't...don't kill me..." Gasped Balinese. Crimson blood poured out of the wound that he had just acquired on his left shoulder. The blood created a pool around him and his assailant, making Yoji feel weak and drained. "Please..." Yoji again begged. Although Yoji always wished that his death would come soon, he never relized how painful it really was. Memories of a better time flashed before his eyes, making him weep with the knowledge that he would never have a chance to make new ones. His friends....Aya....Ken....Omi.... they would forget him... him just being another pawn in Kritiker's hands. Although the three 'friends' seemed to like him, they all knew that these friendships could end on a dark mission night like this one... A pair of cold hands closed in around his neck, slightly lifting his body off the floor while still restricting Yoji's oxygen intake.
"Why shouldn't I kill you?!!! Your gonna die now so that I may show you whom you are dealing with.... So that your friends will never mess with me and my business again!" The man on top of Yoji who had thinning raven hair and a heavy build laughed silently at the assassin.
Balinese grew angry with the comment from his target so, gathering the last of his breath he whispered hoarsely to the man, "You may kill me... But even if you do, Kritiker will just replace me with another lost soul. Weiss will still move on and seek revenge on you... the man who took my life...." Yoji's attacker's grip loosened slightly on Yoji's neck. With only a short sign of shock and fear, the man then continued to choke the kitten.
"I'll never be caught and never be killed if all of Weiss is like you, you pathetic creature! Your so worthless that I'm surprised that an organization such as your Kritiker would even allow you to work as an assassin despite a shortage!" A cold laughed echoed the halls and sent chills down Yoji's coldening body. As the man continued to laugh, he removed one hand off of Yoji's neck and reached for the gun that was resting close by in Yoji's blood. With a fluid motion, the man brought the pistol to Yoji's forehead. "Say good-bye to your friends and this world, killer..."
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...Piercing cries of the Weiss teammate echoed throughout the corridors...
...and a gunshot was heard...
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The room grew silent, only the heavy breathing of the murderer could be heard. Blood trickled down the cheeks of Yoji trailing as if they were tears of his own. Pieces of Yoji's brain dotted the floor behind his carcass, running up the white wash wall. Fear was portrayed in Yoji's eyes and face, his last expression. Kudou's memories, just as his face, were frozen forever in the midst of time. It was almost as everything in that room was frozen. Never again would the other three Weiss members hears Yoji's laugh and teasing... never again would they hear the lanky assassin's soothing voice, never again would they be comforted by Balinese's charm and smile. This was the end of the physical form of Yoji but the memories would always live.
Yoji's killer wiped the blood off of his face. The smeared blood was unable to dry on the man's perspirating face. Quickly, he picked up his gun and ran across the room and towards the door that fed into the main hall of the manor. A young brunette, about nineteen years of age stood slumped there, his face dark and uninviting.
"I was hoping that the scream I heard didn't belong to my friend...judging that your alive...means that you are going to have to pay!!!" Siberian, thrust forward, his hands clenched, forcing his gloves to extend four blades on each of the hands. Just barely, the old man dodged this attack. The framing of the door surrounding them was splintered as a result of Ken's outburst. This guy was fast! "Why won't you die?!" Screamed Ken as he once again shot his bugnuts forward, attempting to pierce his target's heart.
Now with more flowed movements, the target moved out of the way of Ken's claws just in time not to get stabbed and to also see Hidaka fall to the floor. Yet, before Siberian could scurry to his feet, Yoji's killer placed his black, chain covered boot on to Ken's head. He smiled as he heard Ken grunt when he pressed his foot harder onto Hidaka's head.
"Now don't move or I'm smashing your head in...give me your bugnuts..." Ordered the man as he gestured to Siberian's gloves with his gun. Ken gritted his teeth, he didn't want to admit that he had been beat. He shouldn't have been so blind when he attacked this man...This was a big mistake that now, could cost him his life.
'No wonder Yoji lost to this guy,' the brunette thought, taking off his bugnuts slowly and placing them into the old man's hands.
"Great! Now I have some stylish gloves that I get to wear..." exclaimed the man. After pulling up one of his sleeves, he continued, "...in addition to this pretty yellow watch that I got from your friend..." Another cold laugh escaped his lips as he pointed his gun at Ken's heart. "Don't worry... you'll see your friend again soon..." Siberian solemnly watched the man's finger grow close to the trigger on his gun, but, the man paused...A confused look fell on Ken's face. The man fell over Siberian and immediately behind him, a young blond boy stood.
"Bombay!" Ken gratefully yelled as he jumped to his feet and went over to the assassin.
"Are you OK, Siberian?" Omi sighed in relief. Ken nodded. The two walked over to the body of their target. Poisoned darts jutted every which way on the man's neck. The poison must have been strong enough to kill the man instantly.
'Omi must of shot those darts pretty fast so that that guy didn't notice them,' Thought Ken. Bending over the man, Siberian took back his gloves and pulled them back onto his hands. Just as Ken began to stand back up, he knelt down again and grabbed the man's left wrist.
"Balinese's watch..." Whimpered the blond bishounen. Ken looked back at Omi's face and could now tell that the boy was fighting back tears. As Ken took the watch off the man, he turned to Omi and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry... lets go and see Balinese..." Omi nodded in agreement to Ken's proposal and followed Ken into the room that their victim had exited just before.
Even from across the large dark room, they could just make out the figure of Yoji laying on the floor. The brunette smiled slightly. It was almost as if...Yoji was just sleeping there, on the job, just as he did countless times at the Koneko. Walking forward with Omi, the two watched the form come into more of a clear view. Dark red blood was splattered everywhere. It was still wet and still sticky.
Then they saw the pain, the struggle that Yoji had endured. Freely, the tears on Omi's face fell but Ken's remained held back. Siberian didn't want to look like a whimp after all...
"Is Absinnian OK, Omi?"
"I don't know..." Ken looked shocked at Omi's response.
"You don't know? Where is he?"
"He wanted me to let him fight our other target by himself, he wanted me to go help you and Balinese...I wish I got here sooner..." The boy's voice cracked under the tears and emotion that flooded his system. "I could have helped save Balinese's life..." What? Why did the boy blame himself?
"You know... I doubt it would have made a difference... and what if? What if Balinese was meant to leave us now? What if his death was supposed to make us care about our lives and the precious gift of it? Besides, have you forgot him?" Smiled Ken. Omi shook his head, "And I doubt you will, so in a way, he lives on in our hearts..." If only Ken could believe half of what he said himself.
Motioning to Yoji, the two knelt next to him and lifted the body up. Yoji's head fell limp on his shoulders, useless. Dragging the corpse was harder than they thought. The body was surprisingly heavy and half of Yoji's legs were scooting along the floor because of the height difference between the three.
They both knew that their lives were now changed forever. Silence between the two sealed that train of thought. Sins of which surrounded and ruled their lives made them take this job as a assassin. If Yoji hadn't committed the sins of his own, than he would not have been here, a part of Weiss. Not only would he not have died, he wouldn't have ever been Balinese. A friend of Siberian, Bombay, and Absinnian.
Omi gathered the courage to look at Yoji's face although the man appeared blurry to him due to the tears in his eyes. 'Yoj-kun...' Omi thought, 'I never knew how much I really cared about you until now...Yoji-sama...seeing you like this... it isn't right..,'. "Yoji!!" The boy dropped the side of Yoji that he was holding and fell to his knees, crying. "What are we going to do? Everyone is going to be so sad... What are we going to tell the fan girls?" With Omi's cries echoing throughout the manor, Ken was sure that Aya would have heard them. The red head assassin was probably already done ridding the world of the guilty soul, their other victim.
"Bombay... please don't worry... we'll make it through... it's just a minor set back, you know," Gently laying Yoji down, Hidaka sat next to Omi. "We all knew this would happen and decided to take the risk so that we could make the world safer. I'm sure that Balinese is happy to finally be set free. So lets just take him and give him a proper burial...one that he deserves..." After standing up, Ken reached his arm forward to pull Omi back to his feet. The two once again picked up Yoji and began to proceed to the exit and Yoji's car.
"Open the door will ya?" Smiled Ken as the boy nodded and did as he was asked. Then Omi climbed into the car and turned to Ken. Reaching for the body, Omi helped pull Yoji in. Ken shut the door. "I'm going to run and help Aya... will you stay here with Yoji?" Once again Omi nodded signaling that Ken could run and help their other friend.
As soon as Ken disappeared from view, Omi held onto Yoji's arm and leaned against the man. Even though the man's shoulder, head, and back was coated in blood, the young assassin laid his head onto the man's shoulder.
"I can't believe your gone Yoji... I always enjoyed being with you despite your teasing... I only wish is that I could have had a chance to say goodbye..."
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Running back into the building, Ken scouted around for the red head assassin. "ABSINNIAN!!!" Ken screamed running down the halls. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! Don't you die!" He cried in hope that Aya's fate would not be Yoji's.
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"ABSINNIAN!!!" A familiar voice bellowed. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! Don't you die!" Aya pulled his katana from the man that laid upon the floor. Looking up and around, Aya tried to find out where this voice was coming from. Kneeling down, Absinnian took the dead man's coat and used it to wipe the blood off of his blade.
"Hey!! Where are you Absinnian?!" The voice again yelled, getting louder and louder each second. Scratching his scalp, Aya walked towards the door and stood in the middle of the hallway.
"Siberian?"
"You're OK!!!" Laughed Ken as he ran into view. "Are you OK? Like...like... are you hurt? Oh thank heaven!" After quickly sheathing his katana, Aya walked towards Ken with a growl.
"What are you doing?! You could have brought attention to yourself screaming like that! That scream jeopardized our position and your safety! You should be happy that our targets are dead."
"Lets... just go home now..." Whimpered Ken. Aya was such a pain! Ken was just worried about the red head and this was how he had to react? If the targets were dead already then why did he have to be so mean and cruel about his mistake? Rolling his eyes, Aya followed Ken down the stairs of the manor and out the door. Sitting in front of them, in Yoji's car was of course Omi and Yoji. But, as Aya came closer, he noticed something wrong with this image. The face that belonged to Omi was shiny and swollen, such as from tears. Yoji's face was way too dark to be his skin tone. Aya's heart sank.
"Shoot..."
Author's Notes: Mm K, well I really don't have much to say but please do review. This is one of many fics that I wrote but the only one I'm putting on the net so far. Yeah, I wrote this just cause me and my friend was trying to think of a "Weiss movie script". I decided to write the script and it turned into this story so please enjoy.