Okay, I know itÕs been nearly forever since I updated. IÕm sorry about that. Hopefully, now that IÕve uploaded my story to the laptop, IÕll get around to writing this story much more often. And as an apology, I made this chapter rather longer than the rest so far. Also, the long awaited meeting between the members of Weiss and the FAKE guys is here! Yea! *waves little flags*
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Rose eyed the man standing in front of him with a hard gaze. He was taking in every single detail, trying to get a feel for the man in front of him. Although Rose was normally very adapt at reading people, the only thing that he could get from the man in front of him was that this was not someone to mess with and that he was here on business only. Being only able to come to that simple conclusion about the man could only mean one thing. This man was very skilled in hiding what he was from others who would try to read him like Rose was.
ÒIs there a problem with my orders, Mr. Rose?Ó the man asked in a tone that held no emotion, or at least none that Rose could pick up, but in such a way that suggested he wasnÔt too happy with the way Rose was acting. Rose, who had become unaccustomed to having people talk to him like this, bristled, but wisely kept his real opinion to himself.
ÒNo, sir. I just wonder why you chose to those four as the ones to be moved,Ó Rose stated, indicating to the files of the four men in question. Before him, on his desk, lay the files for Dee Laytner, Randy Maclean, Jemmy Adams, and Drake Bailio. ÒIs there any special reason for HQ to have chosen them?Ó This is my turf, you asshole. I wonÕt be treated like some second rate cop in my own precinct!
ÒWhy they were chosen is none of your concern,Ó the man replied. His expression and tone didnÕt change one way either way, and that, more than anything, pissed the hell out of Rose.
When he had first entered, Rose had nearly started to drool at the sight of the man, but then he realized that the man hadnÕt knocked before entering and that snapped the man back to reality. Just who was this red head to come barging into his office like he had?
The redhead told Rose, before the other man could even open his mouth and demand to know who he was, that he had been sent from HQ with orders for Rose. As proof, he handed Rose a signed document that was clearly from HQ and from someone much higher up than Rose had ever been. Then he had given Rose four names and tossed onto the manÕs desk the files belonging to each of the men he had named. That had set Rose back a bit. How had the man in front of him gotten his hands on the files without anyone noticing?
After which, he told Rose what the man had been hunting to find out for the last two weeks and the news couldnÔt have made him any madder. Rose was to inform these men that they were being moved from one branch of the police department to another and that they would report to a certain address the next day and would begin on Monday. There, they would meet their new superior and were out of RoseÕs control. He would be, eventually, transferred four new people to replace the ones that were being taken from his precinct, but the date as of yet, were unknown. When Rose had asked for details, the redhead had told him that it wasnÕt a matter of his concern. That he didnÕt need to know. The redhead was basically usurping his authority, as Rose saw it. And he wasnÕt even given a logical reason for it!
ÒI seeÉÓ
ÒI trust that you will follow through with your orders.Ó The sentence was phrased more like a statement to be obeyed rather than a question. Then, without waiting for RoseÕs response or a dismissal, the man turned on his heel and left, the door closing behind him softly.
Now that the man was gone, Rose snarled and he glared daggers at the door. Although he had only been in the other manÕs presence for 15 minutes at best, Rose could easily say that he hated the redhead more than anyone else heÕd ever met. Trouble was, the man was his superior and he had to do what he said, no matter how much he didnÕt want to. Orders were ordersÉ
It was times like these that Rose wished he could break the rules like a certain dark-haired man did all the time, but he could not lower himself to DeeÕs level. No matter how much he wanted toÉ
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ÒÉ Any questions?Ó the woman standing in front of the four men asked. The men in question just stared at her as if she had two heads. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasnÕt this.
When Ryo and Dee had walked into the office that morning, they were told to report to RoseÔs office for some a new assignment. There they were told, by a very disgruntled looking Berkley Rose, that they were to report to their new superior on Monday and that JJ or Drake would give them the location as Rose was too busy to tell them right then.
The two men had been confused, to say the least. It must have shown on their faces, because Rose had looked up from his paperwork and snapped at them, asking them what else was it that they wanted. Dee had nearly lost his temper with the other man, but a restraining hand on his shoulder stopped the man from doing anything or saying anything rash. Ryo had calmly asked Rose if he would explain a bit more about what he was talking about. Where the two of them being fired or something?
* ÒSir, I canÕt say that I understand what youÕre talking about. Are we being fired something?Ó Ryo asked in a neutral tone, not wanting to upset the man in front of him.
ÒIf I had any information on the subject Maclean, I would tell you, but seeing as how I donÕt, IÕm afraid I canÕt tell you anything other than you and Dee are being transferred to another branch,Ó Rose had growled. The man was still in a foul mood from the redheadÕs visit yesterday and he was willing to take out his temper on the first person that set him off, regardless of what it was for or who it was.
ÒBut I can tell you that you are NOT being fired, as much as Laytner may deserve to be. Now go and pack up your things as you will be starting on Monday under your new chief. JJ and Drake have been informed of where they will need to go, since they are being transferred as well. Find out where you two are suppose to report from them. IÕm a very busy man and I donÕt have time to be answering every single question that you may have.Ó
With that, Rose had turned back to his work and began working at a furious pace, occasionally growling under his breath. Dee and Ryo had taken that as their cue to leave, with a very odd mix of feelings. They had never seen Rose like this before. What had made him so mad that he would actually snap at Ryo?*
Wanting to know more, the two had gone to JJ and Drake and found out a bit more about what Rose had meant. The four men had been chosen to be transferred to the new branch of the police department and when Rose had been informed about it yesterday, he had a bad brush in with the messenger. Which explained his foul mood.
If Rose could see the four men now, it might have soothed his temper a bit to see the looks on their faces, but he wasnÕt. Instead, it was a red haired woman in high heels whose expression didnÕt change a bit in the slightest when she told them about their new ÔpositionÕ and after seeing their expression. It was like she told people the things she had told them all the time and that it was the most normal thing in the world. It was Dee who was able to get his voice back first, after he had blinked in rapid succession for a good minute.
ÒOkay, let me get this straightÉÓ he began in a hesitant tone, picking his words carefully. ÒYouÕre saying that the four of us were chosen out of an entire station of cops toÉtoÉÓ Dee couldnÕt even finish his sentence. To him, it just sounded too much like fiction and couldnÕt possibly be reality.
ÒTo become assassins,Ó Drake finished for him. The woman nodded, but said nothing.
ÒDoushite?Ó Ryo asked. He was distressed and even after all this time, wasnÕt able to shake the habit of slipping back into Japanese when he was overemotional.
ÒRyo, I donÕt think,Ó JJ started to say, but was cut off half way by the red head.
ÒThe reasons why you four were picked are only known to the four people who picked you,Ó she answered. ÒI donÕt know why they picked you four, but they did tell me to tell you this. If any of you are uncomfortable with the new position after meeting them, they are willing to chose someone else in your place. Some conditions will have to be adhered to, but they wonÕt make you take the job.Ó
ÒAssassinsÉÓ Ryo murmured. ÒWe would basically be becoming murders, wonÕt we? What would Bikky think of me then?Ó
MotherÉ Dee remembered the woman who had taken care of him since he was a child. What would she think of him if he became a killer for money? Similar thoughts were going through Drake and JJÕs minds as they thought about their families and what they would think of them if they accepted.
ÒIf that is how you want to see things, then yes.Ó There was no sympathy in the womanÕs tone. Her voice cut through their minds like a hot knife through butter and left them with even more to think about. She was just stating the truth with no sugarcoating whatsoever. This was not something to be taken lightly and there was no ÔifÕ or ÔbutsÕ here. There was something, however, that she could say that might help them make up their minds, if only for a short time at least. ÒHowever, before you DO make up your minds, might I suggest that you at least, meet the people who chose you for this? They will be able to tell you why you four were picked and you can judge them for yourselves.Ó
ThatÕs going to be an interesting meeting, the woman thought to herself. What will these men think of the members of Weiss?
It was certainly a sight to see; four grown men staring and standing outside a doorway, looking at the door as if it held back the end of the world. It was the door that they had been told to report to on Monday so that they could meet their new superiors. The normally loud Dee and the overly hyper JJ were quiet and subdued. They knew what they would be getting into once they opened that door, but they really had no idea what to expect.
ÒYou know, this is a pretty expensive place. How much do you think theyÕre making? Do you think theyÕll act like snobs? É Just what DO professional assassins act like off duty anyway?Ó JJ wondered aloud, trying to stall for time. He didnÕt want to be the one to knock that was for sure. Who knew what kind of person would come out from behind that door?
ÒWell, since theyÕre professionals, theyÕll probably act like the professionals they are,Ó Ryo suggested. ÒEven off duty.Ó
ÒThatÕs the point, Ryo,Ó Drake corrected. ÒWhat do professionals in this field act like when theyÕre not on the job?Ó
Here, Ryo was at a lost. He had dealt with professional bodyguards, hit men, and all sorts of legal and illegal people before, but he didnÕt know what they home lives were like. It was the wall separating work from home and once he, or anyone else, knocked on that door, that wall would be shattered. Also, these men had the support of the police. Granted, it was a hush-hush sort of support that wouldnÕt exist if it ever came to light, but it was still there. Yet they were doing something illegalÉ It just didnÕt make any sense to Ryo, and no one could give him any answers. Save the people on the other side of the doorÉ
ÒSoÉ WhoÕs going to knock?Ó Drake asked. No one spoke. No one wanted to be the one to open the PandoraÕs box, but they all knew that they had to. That was why there were four grown men standing in front of a door and looking like they would rather be anywhere else, yet who also seemed to be glued to the spot. Fate, or whatever, must have been watching them, because it decided to make the decision for them. The men picked up on a voice calling from the other side, and then the door opened.
ÉIÕm going out for the mail! IÕll be back soon! the person called out to whoever was still in the room, not looking in front of them to see Ryo, Dee, Drake, and JJ blocking their path. They were yelling in a language that Ryo and Dee recognized as Japanese, but only Ryo understood what was being said. When the person turned their head around, their eyes widened in surprise and they stopped short, giving the others a chance to look the person over.
DeeÕs first thought about the person in front of him was that an angel had decided to come down to earth and take the body of a young boy. When he got a better look, however, Dee realized that the ÔangelÕ in question was actually a young man, and not a boy. It was his face and wide eyes that had fooled Dee at first.
He had honey blond hair and baby-blue eyes and was dressed in clothes that were both, casual and trendy at the same time. However, they werenÕt the type of clothes that made parents wince when they saw them over both the price tag and the way it must feel to wear them. That said something about this guy, but the cops were unsure just how to read him just yet.
But whatever his clothes said about him, Dee was certain about one thing. No matter how old this guy was, he was defiantly waaaay too young to be an assassin. Was he the assistant to the real assassins or maybe he was in training, like they were.
The young man stared at them for a moment and something flickered in his eyes too fast for anyone to catch. He must have recognized them somehow, because his face broke out into a smile. Then he surprised them by breaking out in English. ÒAh! YouÕre the people that we picked to form the next team! About time you got here. We were all getting bored waiting for you to come. Come in.Ó
He stepped aside and gestured for them to enter, which they did, mentally gapping like fish. He had just acted like he was the one in charge of this situation. This guy couldnÕt possibly be one of the people who had picked them out and would be their superior! He looked like he had just gotten out of high school! Maybe they had gotten the address wrongÉ
Still, they followed him into the apartment. Drake made a note that he would probably have had to save for months to be able to afford even one monthÕs rent of a place this big and nice looking. However, their guide sure didnÕt look like the type of person who would have that kind of money on him. Maybe he was a visiting relative or something. He led them into the living room, where the group got yet, another surprise and blew out their minds yet again.
It really was quite a sight to see. A lanky blond man with sunglasses on the top of his head was twisting the arm of a brunette with one hand and the other was reaching for the remote in the brunetteÕs other arm, which was outstretched to the fullest so that the blond couldnÕt reach.
Damn it Ken! Hand over the remote! IÕm sick and tired of watching the damn sports channel! the blond exclaimed, practically yelling into the brunetteÕs ear.
Tough! I was there first and youÕll have to live with it! The brunette was not buckling down even though his arm must be in pain from the hold the blond had on his arm. Dee winced from just looking at it.
The four police officers felt the disbelief and doubt grow in their stomachs and a sort of Ôwhat-the-hell-have-we-gotten-ourselves-intoÕ feeling come over them. There was no way on earth that these two were professional assassins. Not to mention, there was the fact that no one other than Ryo understood a word that they were saying. How were they supposed to learn from people they couldnÕt even understand? Granted, their guide had spoken English, but what if the young man in front of them was the only one who knew how to speak English?
The honey-blonde who had opened the door for them sighed deeply and looked towards another part of the room. His eyes had this long suffering look to them, as if this was something he was very used to, but still hoped for a different outcome.
ArenÕt you going to do anything to stop them Aya? At this rate, theyÕll hurt themselves.
The attentions of the officers switched from the sight before them to that of a red haired man sitting calmly in a chair reading a book as if there was nothing else in the world going on.
If they had thought that the young blond was too young to be an assassin, then this guy was entirely too unreal to be an assassin. With his pale skin, wine-red hair, and feminine body structure and face, the guy could just have easily been a model as something out a wet dream.
His clothes were simple enough. Black turtleneck and jeans could be found just about anywhere and on anyone, but somehow on him, they seemed to be something else entirely.
TheyÕll be fine, he said in a deep voice. You know theyÕll stop if you give them a reason, Omi.
ÒHai. Hai,Ó Omi replied, sighing. ÒI had hoped for a different first impression, but it looks like I wonÕt be getting my wish. They probably think weÕre all loopy now.Ó While he was talking, the blond had picked up a pillow from the couch besides them and he moved to stand next to the red headÕs chair.
Not even taking aim, Omi lobbed the pillow in the direction of the two combatants and then plucked the book out of AyaÕs hands. The pillow beamed the taller blond on the head to bounce off and hit the brunette as well. The fighting immediately stopped so that the two men could glare at Omi instead.
OMI!!!
ÒOur guest have arrived,Ó he stated in a tone of one of long suffering. He put the book back on the shelves as Aya stood up and walked over towards the four stunned cops. ÒDo you want them to keep thinking that you two are complete idiots or are you going to try to change their minds?Ó
ÒEh?Ó the older blond turned to looked towards the direction that Omi was pointing at to see Aya glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Something flashed between the two of them, that much, the others could tell. Just what it was, they couldnÕt figure out.
ÒAh! Gomen. Gomen. DidnÕt know you were there,Ó he said easily, detaching himself from the brunette. For some reason, when he said that, the red head glared at him even harder. The older blond raised his hands in defense. ÒAya, stop glaring at me like that. I seriously didnÕt know they were there. I was busy with KenKen here.Ó
ÒHn.Ó
ÒI told you to stop calling me that,Ó Ken muttered angrily, using the remote to hit the man upside the head. Tucking the remote in the back of his jeans, Ken walked over towards them and stuck out his hand in greeting. ÒHey. IÕm Hikda Ken.Ó
Drake stepped forward and took his hand automatically. When he spoke, it was in a hollow and disbelieving sort of voice. ÒIÕm Drake Bailio.Ó
ÒYou mean Ken Hikda,Ó Omi corrected, walking over to elbow Ken in the gut. ÒItÕs the other way around here.Ó
ÒOh! Right! IÕll try to remember that. Thanks Omi.Ó Ken gave the blond a smile, which earned him a small one in return, before turning his attention back towards the group. When KenÕs attention had been diverted elsewhere, Omi sighed and shook his head.
HeÕll never remember.
ÒIÕm Omi Tsukino. Pleased to meet you. And you areÉ?Ó
This got Ryo attention. He realized just how rude he must have seemed, not introducing himself properly. Granted, the situation had blown his mind out of the water, but that still didnÕt merit not introducing himself.
ÒAh, IÕm Randy Maclean.Ó
ÒArenÕt you Japanese though?Ó the lanky man spoke up. Ryo got flustered and stared at him in wonder. How had he been able to tell from that far away? Normally people noticed by his eyes, but the guy was too far away to have possibly gotten a good look at them.
ÒUh, yeah. IÕm Japanese-American actually. How could you tell?Ó
He just waved his hand in dismissal and draped an arm over AyaÕs shoulders. ÒCall it a sixth sense. IÕm Yohji Kudo, by the way.Ó
ÒIf youÕre part Japanese, then you probably have a Japanese name as well. What is it?Ó Aya didnÕt remove YohjiÕs arm, but he didnÕt react to it either. That didnÕt tell the four men anything, but it did mean something to Omi and Ken.
ÒUhÉÓ Ryo didnÕt know what to do in the face of Aya frank and very commanding manner. He seemed to be a man very used to being in charge and having his orders followed, despite his young appearance. ÒItÕs Ryo.Ó
ÒRyo? ThatÕs a pretty common name there,Ó Yohji commented. ÒStill, it seems to suit you better than ÔRandy.ÕÓ At the name, Yohji made a face and wrinkled his nose. ÒWell, what are the rest of your names, anyway?Ó
ÒWhy are you even bothering to ask them this?Ó Aya interrupted, looking at the blond out of the corner of his eyes. ÒWe already know their names from the files we were sent.Ó
ÒTrue. True. I just thought it would be polite and make them feel more comfortable,Ó Yohji said in his defense. ÒAfter all, they arenÕt in this for the same reason we are.Ó
ÒHn.Ó When Yohji mention this, it triggered something in JJÕs memories that had been laying in stupor ever since he entered this room. Forgetting about tact, JJ just blurted out the first thing that came to his head.
ÒYou four are the assassins?!Ó
Omi, Ken, and Yohji all blinked together in unison while AyaÕs face never changed.
ÒWe donÕt like to broadcast itÉÓ Ken trailed off, rubbing the back of his head. He looked towards Omi for support, but the young blond could only shrug. He didnÕt know what to say to a question like that.
ÒAre you telling
me that a bunch of pretty boys are the dangerous killers that we have to take
orders from?!Ó Dee exclaimed. ÒThere is no fucking way that can be true! This
has got to be some kind of sick joke!Ó
ÒItÕs no joke,Ó Omi stated plainly. ÒWeÕre the assassins that picked you out
for this job.Ó
ÒThereÕs no way people like you could possibly be assassins! It must be a joke. Did Rose put you guys up to this?!Ó Dee continued, not listening to a word of what Omi had said. ÒWhen I get my hands on that guyÉ!Ó
Something had flown past DeeÕs cheek that had stopped him in mid-rant. In fact, it had silenced the entire room. Dee turned his head to look at the wall behind him where a very sharp looking dart was still quivering slightly from when it had been thrown. When Dee turned his head back towards the four men in front of him, his eyes widened even further. Omi had two other darts, similar to the one currently embedded in the wall, in his hand. His stance was casual, but his eyes had changed to take on a much more serious look.
ÒI can assure you, Laytner-san. This is no joke.Ó
Silence. There was only silence in the room. Even after OmiÕs little display had proven that the four members of Weiss were indeed dangerous, the ex-members of the 27th precinct still couldnÕt quite grasp the concept. And that was why the eight men were sitting in the living room trying to come up with something to say.
Yohji had a look of concentration on his face. He was staring at something the others couldnÕt see. But whatever it was, it was taking all of his concentration to focus on it. Aya was sitting next to the blond and had this predatory look on his face. It was like he was protecting the man from something, but what could he be possibly trying to protect Yohji from?
Ken and Omi were sharing a single, oversized chair that made the four men wonder about the relationship going on between the two men. Omi had a concerned look on his face with a slightly saddened expression. Ken had a sheepish expression, but his eyes were steeled in determination.
Dee was sitting next to Ryo on the couch and he had a very distrustful look on his face. Omi had scared him. There was no doubt about that. And Dee didnÕt trust a person who looked like Omi did, but could scare him like that.
Ryo, JJ, and Drake all had various degrees of a stunned expression on their faces. Granted, they didnÕt really trust the men sitting in front of them either, but that didnÕt mean that they had completely grasped the entirety of the situation. For now, they were still in a bit of a shock after seeing that little display of violence that Omi had shown.
After a good five minutes, the look on YohjiÕs face faded and he blinked several times in rapid secession. Turning to meet eyes with the rest of the team, Yohji nodded once and Omi, Ken, and Aya nodded once in return.
Something must have just happenedÉRyo concluded. He made a note of how each one of the four relaxed slightly after Yohji had nodded and they seemed more at ease now then they had been only moments before. I wonder what thoughÉ
ÒI think that we got off on the wrong foot,Ó Yohji began, breaking the silence. ÒLetÕs try this again. Omi?Ó {And this time, try to lay off on the dramatics, ne?}
ÒHai. You four know what it is you were chosen to do, right?Ó
ÒAbout that,Ó Drake interrupted. ÒCan you answer for me one question first?Ó Omi nodded. ÒOkay then. Why us? Why were we the ones picked out for this job?Ó
ÒWe needed people that fit our standards for the new team that we were assigned to create,Ó Omi explained. As if understanding or guessing what the next question was going to be, he continued. ÒWe had to make sure, first off, that they were people that werenÕt too high up to mess with. Secondly, we had to have people that werenÕt too old to be doing some of the things that weÕll be teaching you. Third, we needed people who have already broken the rules at least twice. YouÕll be breaking the law now. If you couldnÕt even break the rules before, you couldnÕt be relied on to break the law. And lastly, we needed people who are very open minded to different things.Ó
ÒWhat kind of things?Ó JJ asked suspiciously. ÒIf youÕre talking about drugs or things like that, then you can just count me out of this right now.Ó
ÒNo drugs,Ó Ken said. He clenched his hand into a fist as he said this and a look of anger overcame his handsome features. Omi put a calming hand on his thigh to tell the brunette without words that things were going to be okay and that he should calm down. ÒNo drugs what-so-ever.Ó
ÒWe were more thinking along the lines of open mindedness on sexualities,Ó Yohji cleared up, eyeing the hand Omi had on KenÕs leg. ÒWe canÕt exactly work with people who are homophobic, just so you know.Ó
ÒWait. HomophobicÉ? Does that mean that youÕre all gay?Ó Dee questioned with a look of mild surprise on his face. He had suspected it from Omi and Ken, but not of Aya and Yohji.
ÒActually, the only one of us who is gay is Aya here,Ó Yohji answered. ÒThe rest of us are bi.Ó
ÒSeriously?Ó
ÒYou want us to prove it or something?Ó Yohji challenged. There was a glint in his eyes that told the others that he was up to no good and was hoping for a challenge.
{Yohji! Just what are you planning to do?} Omi queried.
{Nothing much,} he replied easily. But Omi was still rather distrustful of what the blond considered Ônothing much.Õ However, Dee backed down once he realized that Yohji was serious and hadnÕt been joking about his sexual preferences.
ÒNo. No. ItÕs okay. I believe you. So, that still doesnÕt really explain why we were picked. IÕm sure there are others in the precinct that would have fit those standards as well. Why didnÕt you choose them instead? Why us?Ó
ÒPersonalities, habits, hobbies, and things like that also affected our decisions,Ó Aya added curtly. ÒWe had to make sure that the people we picked would listen to us as well as get along with us and each other.Ó
ÒHow could you have known about all these things without meeting each person in private?Ó Ryo asked. That part, to him, didnÕt add up. He was sure that he had never even seen any of these men before in his life. He sure hadnÕt ever seen them down at the station. ÒYou would have at least to have come down to the station at least once. But IÕve never seen you down there.Ó
ÒWe did visit,Ó Ken corrected. ÒYou just didnÕt know that we were there.Ó
ÒHowÕs that possible?Ó Drake wondered out loud. ÒItÕs a police station. Granted, we get a ton of people coming and going all the time, but it would have been known if there were four strange men wandering around the station, checking in on people.Ó
ÒThatÕs our little secret,Ó Omi told him. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, not unlike the one Yohji had a few minutes ago. ÒIf we decided to tell you that, thatÕs when you will know. Until then, consider that etouÉ WhatÕs that word again Aya?Ó
ÒClassified information,Ó Aya answered. ÒAny other questions?Ó
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ÒIf thatÕs settled then. Omi.Ó
ÒHai. IÕll get to work on it right now,Ó Omi stated, standing up. ÒIt was nice to meet all of you. IÕll be out in a bit to help with your training, but right now, I have to report in.Ó
ÒReport?Ó Ryo echoed at the same time that Dee said ÒTraining?Ó
ÒYeah, we canÕt just let you get off today without at least testing your skills,Ó Yohji declared. ÒCome on. WeÕre going to the roof for this. WeÕll need the space.Ó
ÒSkills in what?Ó JJ asked. But his question was ignored as the three remaining members of Weiss stood up and went towards the back of the room. Omi walked off in the opposite direction, down a hallway that had doors all along the walls. Where the doors led to, they could only guess. But it was assumed that they werenÕt welcomed down there just yet, if there were still secrets between the two groups. So the cops were left with nothing to do but to follow Aya, Yohji, and Ken towards the back of the room.
And thatÕs that. I know I still havenÕt told everyone just what the members of Weiss can do just yet. ThatÕs because I want you to hang around and keep on reading and reviewing. If you have anything you want to happen in the story, just review and tell me. Okay? Ja ne.
