Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu, and Project Weiß, and I have nothing to do with them, though I dearly wish I did.

Summary: During a Mission, Omi is caught, and saved by a strange dog. How will this affect the Abode of The Weiß-ers? But Omi is caught again, and it's up to Weiß and their dog to save him.

Rating: T for now.

Created by: OmiKoneko-Bombay

All the Little Things

His breath came out in puffs, due to the tempature of the freezing room, which Bombay was held in. One moment, he had the target in sight, and then... well, then, he ended up here, chained to a wall. What's worse was that he couldn't see, and that just made it worse. The boy let out a hiss of irritation. If only he could get this stupid blindfold off! He pulled against his bindings in attempt, but to no avail. If only he had never begged to differ with Abyssinian.

"I've got the Target in sights, I'm going to take a shot." His still yet young voice flowed through their communicators.

"Denied, Bombay. Stay put until we get there." Aybssinian's cold voice took a toll, and Omi frowned. What did Aya think he was, 2? He shook his head, but didn't respond.

"Report, Bombay. Clear? O--" He shut off communication with them. He didn't want to be babied.

He sighed as he gave up his binding fight. He was tired now, and his wrist along with his ankles, were sore, and he could feel the cool liquid of blood dripping from them. A hiss of pain was all he let out, and nothing more. The Target, Koenma Hajime, was a drug dealer incharge of a prostitution hold. It's not like they never got a mission like that, just... His thoughts came to a halt as the fainest sound of clicking was heard. Not the kind of clicking of a keyboard, but clicking of nails against the ground... Omi jumped suddenly as something began to bite him. No...not him, the bindings! He noticed his legs were free, and kicked off so he was forcing them against the wall, and began to bite and tug at the bindings of his wrists, and soon, he had fallen to the ground, and removed his blindfold to see his savior. His...big furry, golden savior.

"Well, wasn't expecting that." He blinked at the dog before him. Dust covered golden fur, and both eyes were not the same, but blue and gold. Tail was wagging, and tongue lolling out of his jaws. As Omi looked him over from his stance, he remembered his ear-piece.

"Damn! Where is it!" He began to search for it, and finally, after a moment, discovered it, and opened the link.

"Siberian! Balinese! Abyssinian!" He shouted.

"Omi? Is that you?" He recognized Ken's voice at once, and he quickly responded.

"Yes! Is the Target eliminated?" Nothing. He frowned.

"Ken-kun?" He asked again, and after a long silence, he could hear the sigh in Ken's voice.

"No success, Omi. We think he must've gotten out before we took leave. Can you get out?" Translation to that, Omi mused, was if he knew where he was.

"Not quite sure, but I think I can find my way out..." A glance to the furry companion at his side, who absent mindedly scratched at a perked ear, as if it had been eavesdropping. Omi smiled, and patted his side.

"C'mon boy." With that being said, he took off with the dog close on his heels.