Author: Taka
Chapter 3
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.
...is Schu's mind talk stuff
PG-13
As Aya drew closer to the man, he began to think how familiar the tall stranger looked. 'It can't be...'
Oh, it very well can be, kitten.
"YOU!!" Aya growled placing his fists in front of him, ready to punch the living daylights out of the red headed German. "Get out of here!" Schuldig, ignoring Aya's raged remarks turned towards the gravestone and knelt down to place a single Borage by it.
"I have as much right to be here as you do." A smirk was painted across Schuldig's face. "I'm not doing anything wrong am I... Kitten?" With a curse Aya knew that the man technically had done nothing wrong. Yet, of course, Aya had too much pride to admit it.
"What are you doing here Master Mind?" The Weiss kitten, still in anger, questioned.
"Just visiting an old friend, isn't that what you're here for too?"
"Old friend?"
"Yoji," Replied the German.
"I KNOW WHO HE IS, BUT HOW IS HE YOUR OLD FRIEND?!" Rage was taking over Aya's mind, Aya's thoughts, and Aya's movements. The German laughed in his mocking kind of way.
"Well, don't lose your cool, it would be disrespectful to Yoji if we fought here,"
"Just tell me...How is Yoji your old friend?" Aya tried to cool down and talk calm. Schuldig was right. To fight here, argue, and to shed blood would be inappropriate.
Schuldig gave Aya a smart look, grinning from ear to ear. "The darkness will recede in good time."
"That's not a good enough answer..." Hissed Aya. Reaching forward he grabbed the collar of the German and pulled him closer. Aya looked as threatening as he could.
"That's too bad, just be patient." The German smiled knocking Aya's hands off him, "I know I'm asking you allot to wait and all but, soon, I'm sure, what you seek will enter the light." Tossing his hair over his shoulder, Schuldig began to exit the grave site.
"Schuldig!" The Scwartz member froze at the call of his name, never looking back. Aya and Schuldig stood in silence only a couple of feet away from each other. "How did you know that Yoji was buried here, at this graveyard?," The German again walked towards the exit, laughing the whole way.
"I'm psychic, remember? I have ways of figuring these things out." Smiled Schuldig. Aya gave the man a cold glare.
"Don't mess with me, Nazi,"
This game is going to be fun.
"Nani?" Whispered Aya. "Game?"
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Schuldig was at his car and searching his pockets for the keys. The German stared past the graveyard fence and at the Weiss member. Aya was still standing next to Yoji's grave, motionless. Returning to look for his keys, Schuldig began to laugh to himself, "I love teasing these stupid kittens. Too bad they don't know that they've been playing our game for years! AHHA!" Schuldig held his keys in front of his face in a victorious sort of way. Slowly, as he looked back towards Aya, the German fitted his keys into the car's lock and turned it. The door clicked open. Not yet climbing in, Schuldig rested his arm on top of the red door and again stared at the Weiss red head.
"Ready to play Kittens?" He gleefully cooed.
Cold wind suddenly brew, throwing Schuldig's hair back and causing it to dance. 'Kudou... why didn't you ever tell them?' The German climbed into his car. 'Did it scare you? Or did you foresee the punishments that could have killed you as did happen years ago... Did you really think that becoming a killer would save your soul?' The car's engine was turned on. Schuldig pulled out of the grave yard's driveway and turned onto the high way.
"I suppose your death will make this all that much more fun." Whispered the bodyguard, only to have his words be taken away by the wind.
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"Mission?" Asked Ken after he had opened their front door, allowing Manx to enter. The older woman nodded, her curls bouncing as she did so.
"Where's the others?" She wondered out loud.
"Omi's asleep, Aya's at the graveyard."
"Ahh, well, Ken, wake up Omi, then I'll tell you two the mission and you boys can just inform Aya of it when he arrives home." Manx looked a little tired and stressed.
"What's wrong Manx?"
"Nothing, I'm just not feeling well today."
"Ahh... Well, why can't we just wait for Aya?" Ken asked, slightly confused.
"There's no time. I'm sorry to give you such short notice but this mission is urgent. The perpetrator is going to leave the country tomorrow afternoon, so I need Weiss to take care of him tonight. Now go get Omi, I'll meet you two in the briefing room." Ken nodded and walked upstairs to wake up the small bishounen.
"Omi!" He called as he neared Omi's room, "Ne! OMI! We gotta mission! Oi! Omi! Wake up!!!!!" Looking into the Bishonen's room, Ken noticed that no one was there. "Omittchi?! Where are you?!"
"Kenkun, In HERE!" A head covered in blond hair popped out of a door just down the hall.
"Oi! What are you doing in Aya's room? You know that it's... forbidden..." Whined Ken, not wanting to keep Manx waiting. "Besides, we got an urgent mission." Ken turned to leave.
"Hold up Ken-kun!" The brunette re-faced Omi whom was now sitting on the ground in Aya's room and he noticed that the boy was holding a small book.
"What is that?" Siberian asked pointing to the book as he walked into the room. Omi was silent momentarily.
"Yoj-kun's Diary." Ken frowned, even Omi was still thinking about Yoji. The sad tone in Omi's voice was hurting Ken. "Look at this entry... Yoji wrote it just two months before his death." Siberian sat next to Omi and took a look, reading along as Omi read aloud.
"September 24th, 2000
Scwartz' Schuldig approached me today in an alleyway while I was delivering some flowers to a wedding. Besides being the sick man he is, read-
ing my mind and all, he threw me against the wall and then pushed me against
it. Pulling out his gun, he placed it to my head. He threatened me that if I
went on the next mission, that he'd kill me and my friends. Of course I wasn't
exactly scared but, he said, that they supposedly had been holding back on us.
Supposedly, they could kill us whenever they wanted. So not wanting to take a chance, whether he was lying or not, I promised him that I would stay home, to protect me and my friends' lives. Why he wanted me, out of all
the others to stay home, I may never know. I went home and listened to the
mission briefing from Manx. She said that she only needed, three people to go
on this mission and it wasn't even too hard. I volunteered to stay home. The
mission was going to be tomorrow and I welcomed the rest from my job of assassination."
Ken paused, looking into Omi's eyes, "So...Yoji was threatened? Why didn't he ever tell us this?" Omi sighed.
"Probably what happened is that not telling us was part of the deal."
"I think I remember that mission too, we totally out numbered! We totally got our butts kicked!" Omi nodded in response to Ken's comment. A question entered Ken's mind. "Hey, but why did Manx not tell us that so many bad guys were going to be there?" Bombay slightly smiled.
"Either Schuldig messed with Manx's mind or simply, Manx didn't know." Another silence.
"So what happened to Yoji? Read the next day's entry already." Omi showed Ken that the next page had happened to be conveniently ripped out and that the rest of the pages were blank. Apparently, Yoji didn't write to much in the journal. Ken sighed heavily as Omi closed the dusty book. "So, where'd you find it?" The boy pointed to Aya's closet. A also dusty box sat in a corner. Crawling over to the it, Ken opened the flaps and peered inside.
"Ken?! Omi?!" Manx yelled upstairs, worried. "Come on down now, OK? We've got to hurry!"
"Hai!!!" Ken called back to her. Now again in a room voice, Ken spoke to Omi, "This is alot of Yoji's old stuff! I thought that we got rid of all of this..." On the top of the pile sat Yoji's sunglasses and a few books including romance novels and an address book full of girl's names, phone numbers, and addresses. They were probably girlfriends... Ken highly doubted that Yoji stayed with many of these women for very long. Ken shuffled around the box multiple times, finding birthday presents that Yoji had received from them and other odd things. Shoved in the corner, was Yoji's yellow watch, the batteries now dead. As Ken dug deeper, he found Yoji's assassin outfit, and flower shop apron, all folded nicely. Siberian then noticed something hard hidden between the folds of Yoji's apron. A picture frame was revealed as Ken pulled the object from the bottom of the box.
Omi peered at the picture that Ken held in his hands. The boy quickly shielded his eyes, blushing.
"I remember that picture...Yoji had it on his night stand. Whenever I came in and he wanted me to leave, he'd show me it." The picture was of a naked woman. Ken, blushed slightly but still examined the photograph.
"Hey, Omi... The edges of this picture don't look right." Omi although confused mustered up the strength to stare at the picture's edges, his eyes never straying. It was true that the edge was different. The picture of the naked woman was tearing. It was actually only a cut out from a magazine that Yoji owned, used to get Omi out of his room.
"KEN! OMI! HAIYAKU!!!!" Manx yelled upstairs at the boys, louder this time.
"Chotto matte yo!" Ken screamed back in response.
The brunette then opened the picture frame and removed the magazine clipping.
"It's... a picture of three little boys..." Omi then pointed to the boy on the left, "This one looks just like Yoj-kun..."
"Yeah, but who are those two?" The blond asked the brunette. Siberian shrugged and began organizing the things in the box to look just like Aya had left it. He put the naked picture of the woman back over the one of the kids, and back inside the frame. Finally, they placed the diary back into the box.
"What about the pictures?" Ken asked for Omi's opinion on what they should do with it. The two were both very curious on whom the other two boys in the picture was.
"Let's just take them back with us, we'll hide them in your room. I doubt Aya will notice the missing picture. It looks like he never even went through that stuff or he would have told us about the diary entry. Aya-kun probably just dumped all this in here, not wanting to get rid of it." After pushing the box back into Aya's closet and shutting the door, Omi and Ken jogged into Ken's messy room, hiding the pictures in Siberian's dresser.
"Let's go Omi,".
Author's note: OK, this was so tiring! I wrote this thing in one day! I don't even know whether or not people want to read this fic because, I only posted the story yesterday! SO, it isn't even up yet! That I know of! Sigh I don't have Internet to check and I have to go all the way to my friend's house to get this thing on the net! Please tell me it's worth the drive! Also sorry about that throw up scene last chapter, I know it was pretty random and sorta out of place of an angst fic. That is why the secondary Genre is Humor. Hopefully there will be more of that, there wasn't any in this chapter or the first chapter... unless there are some people in the audience whom finds death funny... As always, thanks for reading!
Translations:
Chotto Matte Yo: Wait a sec.
Haiyaku: Hurry
Ne: Hey
Chapter 3
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.
...is Schu's mind talk stuff
PG-13
As Aya drew closer to the man, he began to think how familiar the tall stranger looked. 'It can't be...'
Oh, it very well can be, kitten.
"YOU!!" Aya growled placing his fists in front of him, ready to punch the living daylights out of the red headed German. "Get out of here!" Schuldig, ignoring Aya's raged remarks turned towards the gravestone and knelt down to place a single Borage by it.
"I have as much right to be here as you do." A smirk was painted across Schuldig's face. "I'm not doing anything wrong am I... Kitten?" With a curse Aya knew that the man technically had done nothing wrong. Yet, of course, Aya had too much pride to admit it.
"What are you doing here Master Mind?" The Weiss kitten, still in anger, questioned.
"Just visiting an old friend, isn't that what you're here for too?"
"Old friend?"
"Yoji," Replied the German.
"I KNOW WHO HE IS, BUT HOW IS HE YOUR OLD FRIEND?!" Rage was taking over Aya's mind, Aya's thoughts, and Aya's movements. The German laughed in his mocking kind of way.
"Well, don't lose your cool, it would be disrespectful to Yoji if we fought here,"
"Just tell me...How is Yoji your old friend?" Aya tried to cool down and talk calm. Schuldig was right. To fight here, argue, and to shed blood would be inappropriate.
Schuldig gave Aya a smart look, grinning from ear to ear. "The darkness will recede in good time."
"That's not a good enough answer..." Hissed Aya. Reaching forward he grabbed the collar of the German and pulled him closer. Aya looked as threatening as he could.
"That's too bad, just be patient." The German smiled knocking Aya's hands off him, "I know I'm asking you allot to wait and all but, soon, I'm sure, what you seek will enter the light." Tossing his hair over his shoulder, Schuldig began to exit the grave site.
"Schuldig!" The Scwartz member froze at the call of his name, never looking back. Aya and Schuldig stood in silence only a couple of feet away from each other. "How did you know that Yoji was buried here, at this graveyard?," The German again walked towards the exit, laughing the whole way.
"I'm psychic, remember? I have ways of figuring these things out." Smiled Schuldig. Aya gave the man a cold glare.
"Don't mess with me, Nazi,"
This game is going to be fun.
"Nani?" Whispered Aya. "Game?"
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
Schuldig was at his car and searching his pockets for the keys. The German stared past the graveyard fence and at the Weiss member. Aya was still standing next to Yoji's grave, motionless. Returning to look for his keys, Schuldig began to laugh to himself, "I love teasing these stupid kittens. Too bad they don't know that they've been playing our game for years! AHHA!" Schuldig held his keys in front of his face in a victorious sort of way. Slowly, as he looked back towards Aya, the German fitted his keys into the car's lock and turned it. The door clicked open. Not yet climbing in, Schuldig rested his arm on top of the red door and again stared at the Weiss red head.
"Ready to play Kittens?" He gleefully cooed.
Cold wind suddenly brew, throwing Schuldig's hair back and causing it to dance. 'Kudou... why didn't you ever tell them?' The German climbed into his car. 'Did it scare you? Or did you foresee the punishments that could have killed you as did happen years ago... Did you really think that becoming a killer would save your soul?' The car's engine was turned on. Schuldig pulled out of the grave yard's driveway and turned onto the high way.
"I suppose your death will make this all that much more fun." Whispered the bodyguard, only to have his words be taken away by the wind.
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
"Mission?" Asked Ken after he had opened their front door, allowing Manx to enter. The older woman nodded, her curls bouncing as she did so.
"Where's the others?" She wondered out loud.
"Omi's asleep, Aya's at the graveyard."
"Ahh, well, Ken, wake up Omi, then I'll tell you two the mission and you boys can just inform Aya of it when he arrives home." Manx looked a little tired and stressed.
"What's wrong Manx?"
"Nothing, I'm just not feeling well today."
"Ahh... Well, why can't we just wait for Aya?" Ken asked, slightly confused.
"There's no time. I'm sorry to give you such short notice but this mission is urgent. The perpetrator is going to leave the country tomorrow afternoon, so I need Weiss to take care of him tonight. Now go get Omi, I'll meet you two in the briefing room." Ken nodded and walked upstairs to wake up the small bishounen.
"Omi!" He called as he neared Omi's room, "Ne! OMI! We gotta mission! Oi! Omi! Wake up!!!!!" Looking into the Bishonen's room, Ken noticed that no one was there. "Omittchi?! Where are you?!"
"Kenkun, In HERE!" A head covered in blond hair popped out of a door just down the hall.
"Oi! What are you doing in Aya's room? You know that it's... forbidden..." Whined Ken, not wanting to keep Manx waiting. "Besides, we got an urgent mission." Ken turned to leave.
"Hold up Ken-kun!" The brunette re-faced Omi whom was now sitting on the ground in Aya's room and he noticed that the boy was holding a small book.
"What is that?" Siberian asked pointing to the book as he walked into the room. Omi was silent momentarily.
"Yoj-kun's Diary." Ken frowned, even Omi was still thinking about Yoji. The sad tone in Omi's voice was hurting Ken. "Look at this entry... Yoji wrote it just two months before his death." Siberian sat next to Omi and took a look, reading along as Omi read aloud.
"September 24th, 2000
Scwartz' Schuldig approached me today in an alleyway while I was delivering some flowers to a wedding. Besides being the sick man he is, read-
ing my mind and all, he threw me against the wall and then pushed me against
it. Pulling out his gun, he placed it to my head. He threatened me that if I
went on the next mission, that he'd kill me and my friends. Of course I wasn't
exactly scared but, he said, that they supposedly had been holding back on us.
Supposedly, they could kill us whenever they wanted. So not wanting to take a chance, whether he was lying or not, I promised him that I would stay home, to protect me and my friends' lives. Why he wanted me, out of all
the others to stay home, I may never know. I went home and listened to the
mission briefing from Manx. She said that she only needed, three people to go
on this mission and it wasn't even too hard. I volunteered to stay home. The
mission was going to be tomorrow and I welcomed the rest from my job of assassination."
Ken paused, looking into Omi's eyes, "So...Yoji was threatened? Why didn't he ever tell us this?" Omi sighed.
"Probably what happened is that not telling us was part of the deal."
"I think I remember that mission too, we totally out numbered! We totally got our butts kicked!" Omi nodded in response to Ken's comment. A question entered Ken's mind. "Hey, but why did Manx not tell us that so many bad guys were going to be there?" Bombay slightly smiled.
"Either Schuldig messed with Manx's mind or simply, Manx didn't know." Another silence.
"So what happened to Yoji? Read the next day's entry already." Omi showed Ken that the next page had happened to be conveniently ripped out and that the rest of the pages were blank. Apparently, Yoji didn't write to much in the journal. Ken sighed heavily as Omi closed the dusty book. "So, where'd you find it?" The boy pointed to Aya's closet. A also dusty box sat in a corner. Crawling over to the it, Ken opened the flaps and peered inside.
"Ken?! Omi?!" Manx yelled upstairs, worried. "Come on down now, OK? We've got to hurry!"
"Hai!!!" Ken called back to her. Now again in a room voice, Ken spoke to Omi, "This is alot of Yoji's old stuff! I thought that we got rid of all of this..." On the top of the pile sat Yoji's sunglasses and a few books including romance novels and an address book full of girl's names, phone numbers, and addresses. They were probably girlfriends... Ken highly doubted that Yoji stayed with many of these women for very long. Ken shuffled around the box multiple times, finding birthday presents that Yoji had received from them and other odd things. Shoved in the corner, was Yoji's yellow watch, the batteries now dead. As Ken dug deeper, he found Yoji's assassin outfit, and flower shop apron, all folded nicely. Siberian then noticed something hard hidden between the folds of Yoji's apron. A picture frame was revealed as Ken pulled the object from the bottom of the box.
Omi peered at the picture that Ken held in his hands. The boy quickly shielded his eyes, blushing.
"I remember that picture...Yoji had it on his night stand. Whenever I came in and he wanted me to leave, he'd show me it." The picture was of a naked woman. Ken, blushed slightly but still examined the photograph.
"Hey, Omi... The edges of this picture don't look right." Omi although confused mustered up the strength to stare at the picture's edges, his eyes never straying. It was true that the edge was different. The picture of the naked woman was tearing. It was actually only a cut out from a magazine that Yoji owned, used to get Omi out of his room.
"KEN! OMI! HAIYAKU!!!!" Manx yelled upstairs at the boys, louder this time.
"Chotto matte yo!" Ken screamed back in response.
The brunette then opened the picture frame and removed the magazine clipping.
"It's... a picture of three little boys..." Omi then pointed to the boy on the left, "This one looks just like Yoj-kun..."
"Yeah, but who are those two?" The blond asked the brunette. Siberian shrugged and began organizing the things in the box to look just like Aya had left it. He put the naked picture of the woman back over the one of the kids, and back inside the frame. Finally, they placed the diary back into the box.
"What about the pictures?" Ken asked for Omi's opinion on what they should do with it. The two were both very curious on whom the other two boys in the picture was.
"Let's just take them back with us, we'll hide them in your room. I doubt Aya will notice the missing picture. It looks like he never even went through that stuff or he would have told us about the diary entry. Aya-kun probably just dumped all this in here, not wanting to get rid of it." After pushing the box back into Aya's closet and shutting the door, Omi and Ken jogged into Ken's messy room, hiding the pictures in Siberian's dresser.
"Let's go Omi,".
Author's note: OK, this was so tiring! I wrote this thing in one day! I don't even know whether or not people want to read this fic because, I only posted the story yesterday! SO, it isn't even up yet! That I know of! Sigh I don't have Internet to check and I have to go all the way to my friend's house to get this thing on the net! Please tell me it's worth the drive! Also sorry about that throw up scene last chapter, I know it was pretty random and sorta out of place of an angst fic. That is why the secondary Genre is Humor. Hopefully there will be more of that, there wasn't any in this chapter or the first chapter... unless there are some people in the audience whom finds death funny... As always, thanks for reading!
Translations:
Chotto Matte Yo: Wait a sec.
Haiyaku: Hurry
Ne: Hey