Minna, PEEEAAACE!!

Minna, thank you all for reviewing and, most of all, waiting for me to update. I've recently become a freshman student, and it's tougher than I thought. I hardly have the time to meet my friends and, of course, to write to you. Sorry. Please forgive me for having to write this chapter only for about 3-4 months. It's hard even for me to believe.

Anyway – Ladies and other yaoi/shounen-ai fans, this is the moment you've all been waiting for! The first scene is taken from the last events of the last episode of the Weiss Kreuz original series. The fiction will kick from there.

Enjoy!

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The last cries of the last SZ elder echoed through the stone mansion. The mad Irishman of Schwarz licked his lips in delight as he tore through the old man merciless with his dagger. A small devilish giggle played from his mouth as the old man's eyes were bugging out, until he fell down to his death. The strong scent of freedom tickled the hungry noses of the Schwarz members.

Nagi was more than glad to get the friggin' pests off his back and he knew the rest felt the same. No more mental torturing for the elders of the team, no more annoying questions for him. He chuckled at the memory of just few hours before – the elders asked him if he liked being in Schwarz. What could he have answered to them? They murdered his love, Tot, before his eyes; yeah! Sure he liked being in those scumbags' company! Yeah… right...

But back to reality - The problem with Schwarz was that there never once was and would be a moment of rest.

Shortly after the old man died, the Weiss team entered. The redheaded leader of the team barked few words out, something about his sister that was held captive by Schwarz. Behind him stood the rest of the team, and the other main character of the 'stick for a carrot' trick that Schwarz performed - Sakura. It was a shame that the Schwarz members didn't get to see the look on the redhead's face when he realized it wasn't his sister.

Strangely, the Weiss kittens seemed to be pretty happy to go into a fight with Schwarz. Even when they knew they didn't stand a chance against Schwarz's psycho abilities, they still deliberately went into the fight. It should be something to appreciate in them; however, it wouldn't save them from dying at the hands of their enemies.

"When I observe all of you, you appear as if you're trying to save the world while hanging from a cliff," Crawford started, while dodging Aya's sword-blows. "What are you fighting for?..." the words were barely audible through the muffled cries of pain coming from various places in the battle-ring. "What is your hope?"

Nagi smashed his opponent's body into a nearby wall. His cold eyes watching as the little wrecked body collapses down to the floor ten meters down.

"To care for those whom we love!" Came the answer to the long lecture. "We will continue to protect those we love!"

"We want no more people to lose their loved ones, like we did!" the tall blonde Weiss said while struggling to tighten his wire around the telepath's neck.

The brunette telekinetic stared carelessly as his opponent managed to stand on his two injured legs, and with one broken arm, he still caught his darts tight, ready to throw them at his enemy.

"This is for Ouka!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Time then stopped for Nagi Naoe. The scream echoed through his mind causing his flashes to come back and flash faster and harsher in his mind, till they made a full picture. And then a rush of hidden memories went through his mind, hitting him like a bullet between the eyes where he suddenly felt tremendous heat.

He could see it now very clearly – all the memories that had been taken away from him at the "examination" in Germany. The memories had been triggered off by that name – Ouka. It was Bombay's love... no, sister. Nagi suddenly remembered the talk between Schuldich and Crawford after the telepath and the berserker murdered her in the boy's hands.

Cold. He suddenly felt very cold. He was shaking.

----Nagi's POV-----

I remember...

I remember you now, Bombay.

I remember your pain, holding her, dead, in your arms. The one chance you had for a normal life in this miserable world we live in.

You were...

You were just like me when they killed Tot. I held onto her and screamed as she breathed her last breath.

But...

But now that I think of it... It was all a lie.

I loved her because I saw pieces of you in her. That purity in her face, that innocence in her eyes... those blue eyes.

I shut my eyes tight. I've been so foolish, so blind, and now you are hardly standing, broken and injured, and it's my doing.

I'm so sorry…

But it's okay now. I'll get you out of here. I'll end this fight and protect you from any further harm.

I lash out my powers with all my rage and blow the place up, breaking walls and poles and statues, burying everything I've done here under the large chucks of stone and cement. I see everybody around us trying to figure a way to get out of the death trap, while staying stable and clear of danger, but it's useless.

We too fall among the destruction, but I know we're going to be safe.

The moment we hit the water, I push myself over to you and put an arm around you. I haven't made us stay in mid-air because then Crawford will know that I'm the reason the whole place collapsed. But, it's okay now. You are safe with me.

You are not breathing. I panic. You must have gotten some water into your lungs when you fell. I immediately lift us above the water and use my powers to rush us to shore, leaving a long trail in the water, like the one behind a speed-boat. I hold you close, as close as I can. It's not that I'm afraid to let go of you – I'm afraid that you'll let go of me and of the world here. I find us a small piece of shore at the feet of the rocky cliff.

"Bombay!" I call you as I lay you carefully on the dry land. You are so beautiful, angelic, and I can hardly take my eyes off that sleeping face. However, I must hurry before that sleeping face would be all everyone would ever see of you again. The mere thought sends shiversdown my spine. Your heart is still beating, so I can feel with my hand over your delicate chest. So I turn to crouch over your head to give you a mouth-to-mouth respiration, which makes me terribly nervous.

I lean in closer and closer to your mouth. Heat fills my cheeks and I swallow hard. I'm a whisper away from your lips, when I feel a sudden rush that tells me to pull away. I rise myself quickly from you, and right before my eyes flies by a bullet.

"You move - your die." A redheaded woman tells me coldly, pointing a shiny gun at me. I know guns don't have effect on me because I stop the bullets before they hit me, but for some reason I'm not moving. I recognize the woman from back at the SZ mansion; I also remember you two are connected because when you saw her back there, you said her name.

"He needs care." I explain.

"Surely not yours." She replies sharply and fires the gun again. I shield myself quickly but not quick enough and the bullet tears my arm open. It surprises me that I couldn't stop it but it's understandable- as my mind is racing with worry for you.

You then open your eyes slightly and turn to your side to choke out water. You must have been awakened by the sound of the gun being fired. I crouch to you and pat your back to support you. I can feel the woman staring at me in shock as I do that. You cough and choke out more water. "It's okay," I whisper. "You're okay now."

You look up at me with those blue eyes I had adored for a long time. I feel a strange feeling as your eyes try to focus on me – I freeze under the rest of your eyes on me, but at the same time, I melt at the realization you are actually looking at me, directly, and at no other. You can't see much of me because the sun is right in that direction. You blink and squint your eyes a few times and then open your mouth slightly.

"Am I dead?" You ask with a hoarse voice.

"No." I reply and tears well up in my eyes. You are here, talking to me and me only. You're neither my illusion nor an enemy trying to kill me. You are purely you.

"…where am I?..."

I look up at the redheaded woman who is still in shock from my care for you, and look back at you. "You are in good hands."

Your eyes begin to close and you say something I can't quite hear. "...my….. Angel.."

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The next thing Omi remembered was waking up in the hospital, hooked up to infusion pump. His comrades were scattered around the room, each worried about him or watching him closely. Manx then walked in and turned to Aya, talking to him quietly while glancing from time to time at poor Omi.

He looked down at himself, trying to focus on what had happened. How did he get to the hospital? Was what he had seen, real? All he remembered was too much light, coming from a figure he couldn't see well. He squinted his eyes, as if to see the questionable memory better. He faintly remembered a voice telling him he was okay and in safe hands.

"Maybe it was really an angel..."

------Omi's POV------

It's been a month since I found myself lying in the hospital and still no answers to my questions. Checking the circumstances again and again, it has always come down to an impossible answer. I've read Manx's reports and my comrades' reports and the impossibility of the situation they describe only strengthens. Something is being hidden away from me.

I asked Aya, but he never answered.

I asked Ken, but he didn't know what else could be.

I asked Youji, but he just dismissed me with a lame excuse.

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"What are you hiding from me?" I ask. I see her back jumping a little at my question, but she quickly continues with her doings. I glare at her back and I know she can tell when I do that even with her eyes closed. She tries to look relaxed and sits comfortably at her office chair, putting one long white leg over the other.

"Why do you think I'm hiding something?"

"Why do you answer a question with a question?"

She glares.

I glare back.

"I'm not hiding anything, Omi." She says firmly, looking into my eyes. "There is no reason why we should hide information of any kind from our best Weiss assassin."

" 'We'?" I say and raise my eyebrow in suspicion.

"The Kritiker unit."

Folding my arms over my chest, I look down at her, giving her the full impression that I still don't believe her. It's her turn to raise a delicate red eyebrow.

"Then how do you explain this?" I pull three folders out of my bag. She looks through them and looks back at me as to say 'your point?'. I answer, "Three mission reports by the rest of Weiss and none of them answer the question of how I got to a safe point so fast."

"They were all dazed from the crash so it's impossible that they'd tell the same version." She says after a pause.

"Manx, They didn't mention anything about me being separated from them by a rescue team; they just couldn't find me after the crash."

She's getting pissed. I can see it by the way she purses her lips. "I know I'd got somehow to shore before the others were rescued… "

She leans back deeper into the back of her chair. "Well, you should read my report. It says--"

"Your report says nothing." I cut her lines of lies. I put a stack of papers on top of the three folders from minute ago. "It says I got to shore by swimming and riding big waves which were caused by the collapse of SZ's ceremony building. It's impossible. Just to remind you, I had a broken arm and severely wounded legs. There is no way I could have swum in that condition. I checked the circumstances on the computer and there is no way I got to shore by myself… or by the rescue team."

She's silent. Now, she has no excuse, no way out of this situation.

I wait.

She's not even looking at me.

I shift my weight from leg to leg, to get her attention.

She closes her eyes.

I lean in with my hands on her desk and ask her again "What are you hiding?"

"That's enough!" she snaps. She looks up at me with almost hatred in her eyes, "That's enough. Now leave."

I can see her face disappearing behind the red curtains of her hair. Somehow, I really have trusted her to give me a straight answer. Now, I don't know who I can trust...

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Nagi fell asleep again with the radio on. It was better off to sleep and dream of someone very special to him, someone who had very recently called him his Angel.

The radio in the background was playing an old foreign song …

".... I looked into your eyes,

and my world came tumbling down..."

(Madonna – Beautiful Stranger (Austin Powers - The Spy Who Shagged Me OST)

TBC

Wow… I finished it.. finally.. people, I'm really sorry this update comes so late. I hope the next update will come faster than this update…

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know how was it, ne? (if you didn't enjoy this chap, I'm sure you'll enjoy the next one (wink-wink) )