Author: Taka
Chapter 4
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
"Your mission is to take down the elusive Koro Nakashi. You may know him as the new head of the Pixy Corporation. Pixy Corp. as you should know, is an experimental research group. At first, while still under Kenji Sokawa's lead, the company worked legally using voluntary human test subjects for medicinal related experiments. Yet, the company has gone sour ever since Koro Nakashi has become the head management. Koro Nakashi kidnapped human subjects. The victims were changed into hideous beasts and then shot. Some of the humans were carved for organs so that Pixy Corp. could test various things on livers, hearts, brains, and others organs.
A couple of years ago, a surviving subject accused the Pixy Corporation of kidnapping her, aggravated rape, and taking her left lung. Police had been looking into the case for a short while, but finding no evidence, they dismissed it.
Many agents in Kritiker have been tracking the activities of Koro Nakashi. Somehow, a few years ago, he slipped under our fingers. We suspect a spy. Only two days ago did he resurface. Our intelligence just late last night informed us that he was leaving tomorrow for a flight to Russia. The man is still at home packing his things for a permanent vacation. Weiss, do not let Koro Nakashi escape from justice's grip again.
Hunters of the night, Deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." The screen went blank, Persia's face disappearing. Quickly, Manx flipped on the lights. Ken and Omi winced and covered their eyes protectively.
"Here is all the information you'll need," Manx walked over to Omi and handed him a envelope. "The video was pretty self explanatory. It's about 9 o'clock right now. As soon as possible, I want you two to leave. At the latest, leave about 11. If Aya doesn't get home before then, then you must leave without him. Any questions?" Omi and Ken shook their heads. "That's good because, I must leave. Good luck boys." Manx was quick to leave, leaving an akward mist in the air.
"That was...quick..." Ken speculated. Omi nodded with a sigh as he went through the packet, only finding a picture of Koro Nakashi and his address. The boy then neatly closed the package.
"Kind of sad huh..." The two then, simultaneously, stood. "You know, Ken-kun..."
"Nani?"
"I hope Aya gets home soon... I really don't want to go without him..." The boy smiled. "What about you?"
"Yeah... I really shouldn't have fought with him..." Ken mumbled off then suddenly, his voice filled with life, "Well! He has already been gone for two hours! He should be back soon!"
Omi grinned. "Well? So, should we go get changed then?"
Ken shrugged. "We don't have to leave for like another two hours! Lets watch a movie or something!" Omi sighed as he checked the time.
"I suppose so, Ken-ken." The blond picked up the remote control. With a grin, the brunette assassin dived to the video library located next to their entertainment center.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Ken asked.
"Something..."Omi thought about it for a minute. "How about..."
"Iron Chef, the lobster edition!!!!!! Oh-OH, can we watch it Omi, huh? Huh? HUH? I haven't seen it in SO long, Aya won't let me watch it when he's home so PLEASE!!!"
"But, I don't really like..."
"OH thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ken popped the tape into the VCR.
Omi with a sigh, knew why Aya didn't want to let Ken watch this... Ken might want to cook and try the recipes shown. In fact, Siberian had tried to cook food from that show several times... it always ended in disaster. Omi, during the beginning of the show, walked over to the microwave and popped some pop corn.
On the way back, the boy turned off the lights. Sitting on the sofa behind Ken, Omi threw popcorn into his mouth as he watched Ken. Ken remained unmoving, his face 2 inches from the screen.
"... Ken-kun...".
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" Mission tonight... mission tonight... " Sighed Omi over and over in his head, attempting to keep himself awake as the Iron chef continued to play on.
When the show did finally end, Omi jumped for joy. Finally, he was free. The blond boy froze as he heard Ken's lips let escape a whimper.
"Ken-kun? Daijoubu?" Asked Omi, concerned for his friend.
"Daijoubu yo..." Ken let out a few sniffles. Still in the darkness, Ken turned around, his eyes glowed with a mischievous light. Omi leaped back just as Ken let out a villain laugh, "Of course I'm fine! I'm going to... going to..." Omi's eyes narrowed with a certain amount of shock, !!!!!!" Before Ken could get up and run towards the small kitchen of the second floor, Omi grabbed the brunette gently.
"Ken-kun please don't cook..."
The brunette looked softly at the blond, "Doshite?"
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"Hey, Bradley!" The orange haired German waved to the American whom sat at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while sipping coffee.
"Watashi no koto sou yobu na!" Growled Crawford, returning to read his newspaper. Brad folded his newspaper neatly and set it onto the table. He then took off his glasses, turning to Schuldig, "Is it done?"
Schuldig grinned from ear to ear. "Of course! Do you expect that I'd come here without delivering the message to the Weiss kittens?"
"Of course, you've done it before."
They never suspected anything was wrong with Balinese...never... Schuldig purred inside Crawford's head.
Without any expression or emotion, Crawford replied, Is that so?
When are we going to go on with the rest of our plan? Schuldig asked genuinely wanting to know.
Soon... soon...
"Crawford! Schuldig!" The voice came suddenly, breaking the concentration of the American and German. "Weiss is going to strike again..." The two turned to Nagi, the quiet nineteen year old.
"Tonight?" Schuldig asked with a grin, "Really?" Naoe nodded.
"Hey, hey! Can we go Bradley?" Schuldig grinned, patting Crawford on the back. In answer, the American pulled out the pistol that had been laying next to Crawford's coffee and he pointed it at Schuldig.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" Brad stared at Schuldig, a glare that could kill. Schuldig stepped away from the man.
"Don't be so angry! If you keep making a face like that you're gonna need Botox." The German then turned to Nagi, placing an arm around his shoulder. "You're still so cute!" Schuldig pinched Nagi's cheeks to be mean.
Then turning back to Crawford, he continued, "So are we going to greet Weiss?" Crawford quietly placed his pistol into it's holster.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world! So, hurry and get Farfarello. It would be rude to be late..."
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"Ayasan!! You're home!" Omi exclaimed as he ran out into the garage to greet the red head. "I thought I heard you drive up! Oh, you've got to hurry Ayakun! We've got a mission!" Aya mumbled a few words, cursing what had gone on that night. Just as the redhead began to walk inside the apartment, Omi grabbed the assassin and attempted to hold him back.
"Before you go in, you have to promise that you will not get mad!" Cried the blond bishounen. Aya looked at him, slightly confused.
"Why? What did you two do!?" Absinnian looked up and past Omi. The man's mouth dropped open and he froze.
"Oh Aya! I was just cooking us a midnight snack!!" Ken smiled sweetly. Behind the brunette assassin, the kitchen lay, wasted. Everything was out of it's place. Cabinets hung on their hinges, wide open and dishes spilling out of them. Flour coated the whole room, Ken, and even some of the living room. The curtains had been obviously been lit on fire and hurriedly put out.
Although Ken thought he had done something good by thoughtfully cooking, he saw the red head quickly explode, "Ken!"
Author's note: OK, I know it was a really short chapter! I've been writing these things as fast as I could since my first reviewer reviewed me! THANX ALOT!!! You so totally made my day! Hopefully you'll continue to read! OK, anyways, I know that there were some strange parts in this story. As always, If I have Japanese in it, it's just for fun and the translation will always be at the bottom. Also, I am having trouble spelling Absinnian, or Aya's code name. My friend said I spelt it wrong and well, my spell check says that it's OK, so help me out! OK, Thanx, r&r!!!!!!!!!
Translations:
Watashi no koto sou yobu na: Don't call me that.
Nani: What?
Chapter 4
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
"Your mission is to take down the elusive Koro Nakashi. You may know him as the new head of the Pixy Corporation. Pixy Corp. as you should know, is an experimental research group. At first, while still under Kenji Sokawa's lead, the company worked legally using voluntary human test subjects for medicinal related experiments. Yet, the company has gone sour ever since Koro Nakashi has become the head management. Koro Nakashi kidnapped human subjects. The victims were changed into hideous beasts and then shot. Some of the humans were carved for organs so that Pixy Corp. could test various things on livers, hearts, brains, and others organs.
A couple of years ago, a surviving subject accused the Pixy Corporation of kidnapping her, aggravated rape, and taking her left lung. Police had been looking into the case for a short while, but finding no evidence, they dismissed it.
Many agents in Kritiker have been tracking the activities of Koro Nakashi. Somehow, a few years ago, he slipped under our fingers. We suspect a spy. Only two days ago did he resurface. Our intelligence just late last night informed us that he was leaving tomorrow for a flight to Russia. The man is still at home packing his things for a permanent vacation. Weiss, do not let Koro Nakashi escape from justice's grip again.
Hunters of the night, Deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." The screen went blank, Persia's face disappearing. Quickly, Manx flipped on the lights. Ken and Omi winced and covered their eyes protectively.
"Here is all the information you'll need," Manx walked over to Omi and handed him a envelope. "The video was pretty self explanatory. It's about 9 o'clock right now. As soon as possible, I want you two to leave. At the latest, leave about 11. If Aya doesn't get home before then, then you must leave without him. Any questions?" Omi and Ken shook their heads. "That's good because, I must leave. Good luck boys." Manx was quick to leave, leaving an akward mist in the air.
"That was...quick..." Ken speculated. Omi nodded with a sigh as he went through the packet, only finding a picture of Koro Nakashi and his address. The boy then neatly closed the package.
"Kind of sad huh..." The two then, simultaneously, stood. "You know, Ken-kun..."
"Nani?"
"I hope Aya gets home soon... I really don't want to go without him..." The boy smiled. "What about you?"
"Yeah... I really shouldn't have fought with him..." Ken mumbled off then suddenly, his voice filled with life, "Well! He has already been gone for two hours! He should be back soon!"
Omi grinned. "Well? So, should we go get changed then?"
Ken shrugged. "We don't have to leave for like another two hours! Lets watch a movie or something!" Omi sighed as he checked the time.
"I suppose so, Ken-ken." The blond picked up the remote control. With a grin, the brunette assassin dived to the video library located next to their entertainment center.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Ken asked.
"Something..."Omi thought about it for a minute. "How about..."
"Iron Chef, the lobster edition!!!!!! Oh-OH, can we watch it Omi, huh? Huh? HUH? I haven't seen it in SO long, Aya won't let me watch it when he's home so PLEASE!!!"
"But, I don't really like..."
"OH thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ken popped the tape into the VCR.
Omi with a sigh, knew why Aya didn't want to let Ken watch this... Ken might want to cook and try the recipes shown. In fact, Siberian had tried to cook food from that show several times... it always ended in disaster. Omi, during the beginning of the show, walked over to the microwave and popped some pop corn.
On the way back, the boy turned off the lights. Sitting on the sofa behind Ken, Omi threw popcorn into his mouth as he watched Ken. Ken remained unmoving, his face 2 inches from the screen.
"... Ken-kun...".
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
" Mission tonight... mission tonight... " Sighed Omi over and over in his head, attempting to keep himself awake as the Iron chef continued to play on.
When the show did finally end, Omi jumped for joy. Finally, he was free. The blond boy froze as he heard Ken's lips let escape a whimper.
"Ken-kun? Daijoubu?" Asked Omi, concerned for his friend.
"Daijoubu yo..." Ken let out a few sniffles. Still in the darkness, Ken turned around, his eyes glowed with a mischievous light. Omi leaped back just as Ken let out a villain laugh, "Of course I'm fine! I'm going to... going to..." Omi's eyes narrowed with a certain amount of shock, !!!!!!" Before Ken could get up and run towards the small kitchen of the second floor, Omi grabbed the brunette gently.
"Ken-kun please don't cook..."
The brunette looked softly at the blond, "Doshite?"
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
"Hey, Bradley!" The orange haired German waved to the American whom sat at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while sipping coffee.
"Watashi no koto sou yobu na!" Growled Crawford, returning to read his newspaper. Brad folded his newspaper neatly and set it onto the table. He then took off his glasses, turning to Schuldig, "Is it done?"
Schuldig grinned from ear to ear. "Of course! Do you expect that I'd come here without delivering the message to the Weiss kittens?"
"Of course, you've done it before."
They never suspected anything was wrong with Balinese...never... Schuldig purred inside Crawford's head.
Without any expression or emotion, Crawford replied, Is that so?
When are we going to go on with the rest of our plan? Schuldig asked genuinely wanting to know.
Soon... soon...
"Crawford! Schuldig!" The voice came suddenly, breaking the concentration of the American and German. "Weiss is going to strike again..." The two turned to Nagi, the quiet nineteen year old.
"Tonight?" Schuldig asked with a grin, "Really?" Naoe nodded.
"Hey, hey! Can we go Bradley?" Schuldig grinned, patting Crawford on the back. In answer, the American pulled out the pistol that had been laying next to Crawford's coffee and he pointed it at Schuldig.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" Brad stared at Schuldig, a glare that could kill. Schuldig stepped away from the man.
"Don't be so angry! If you keep making a face like that you're gonna need Botox." The German then turned to Nagi, placing an arm around his shoulder. "You're still so cute!" Schuldig pinched Nagi's cheeks to be mean.
Then turning back to Crawford, he continued, "So are we going to greet Weiss?" Crawford quietly placed his pistol into it's holster.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world! So, hurry and get Farfarello. It would be rude to be late..."
: -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -) : -)
"Ayasan!! You're home!" Omi exclaimed as he ran out into the garage to greet the red head. "I thought I heard you drive up! Oh, you've got to hurry Ayakun! We've got a mission!" Aya mumbled a few words, cursing what had gone on that night. Just as the redhead began to walk inside the apartment, Omi grabbed the assassin and attempted to hold him back.
"Before you go in, you have to promise that you will not get mad!" Cried the blond bishounen. Aya looked at him, slightly confused.
"Why? What did you two do!?" Absinnian looked up and past Omi. The man's mouth dropped open and he froze.
"Oh Aya! I was just cooking us a midnight snack!!" Ken smiled sweetly. Behind the brunette assassin, the kitchen lay, wasted. Everything was out of it's place. Cabinets hung on their hinges, wide open and dishes spilling out of them. Flour coated the whole room, Ken, and even some of the living room. The curtains had been obviously been lit on fire and hurriedly put out.
Although Ken thought he had done something good by thoughtfully cooking, he saw the red head quickly explode, "Ken!"
Author's note: OK, I know it was a really short chapter! I've been writing these things as fast as I could since my first reviewer reviewed me! THANX ALOT!!! You so totally made my day! Hopefully you'll continue to read! OK, anyways, I know that there were some strange parts in this story. As always, If I have Japanese in it, it's just for fun and the translation will always be at the bottom. Also, I am having trouble spelling Absinnian, or Aya's code name. My friend said I spelt it wrong and well, my spell check says that it's OK, so help me out! OK, Thanx, r&r!!!!!!!!!
Translations:
Watashi no koto sou yobu na: Don't call me that.
Nani: What?