Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, possible violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or fluff, really bad action, and mention of attempted rape

Oh and in case you guys are wondering this is roughly following a blend of the manga and the anime timelines, but mostly the manga.

Disclaimer: I own it all!
…Shyeah right.

Weiss Geräusche

'Dear Aya,

Things have been kind of hectic lately. Something weird is going on around here. I can't really explain it to you right now, but I'll make sure to tell you everything when I figure it all out.

We, Bad Luck, are going to start recording our demos today. I know it's not really your style, but if we get a record deal do you want one of our cds? I'll even sign it for you! ;)

I haven't seen Aya-chan in a while since I've been spending so much time on this job, but I'll make sure to swing by the Koneko sometime this weekend so you don't have to worry about her. I've gotta go, I'll write more later.

Love,

Omi'

"So where would you like to go for lunch?" Shuichi asked the young woman at his side as they made their way out of the building.

"Well there's a little restaurant that's not far from here, if you like Greek cuisine. Their Galeos is really good, and their To Fourno is to die for." Michiru smiled with a nod in the direction of the restaurant.

"Erm… I don't know if I like Greek food or not. I don't think I've ever tried it. Well, let's go there then," Shuichi grinned and gestured for her to lead on.

Michiru laughed. "Well it's certainly different. And the couple who owns it moved here directly from Athens. They're really sweet."

"Sounds awesome." Shuichi smiled even as his body tensed suddenly. It felt like someone was following them. That was when he noticed someone in a cap and dark glasses in the crowd behind them. He forced his body to relax, knowing that whoever was following him wasn't very good.

He glanced over at his old friend, but his attention was on the shadow behind them. The two walked toward the restaurant. Shuichi told of how he had met his band mates. Michiru told him about how much she loved her job in the offices. Finally they were inside the restaurant and after being greeted by the enthusiastic owners they found themselves ensconced in a booth near the back of the dining area where they could talk in peace.

"Wow, this is so wild. I would never have guessed that you of all people would become a rock star, Omi. I almost didn't recognize you with your hair like that."

"Yeah, I've been getting that a lot lately. I guess it is a bit of a stretch from what I used to be like huh?" he rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously.

"I like it. It suits you. Honestly." Shuichi tipped his glass at her in a salute, which made her giggle a bit.

"By the way, how are the other guys from the flower shop doing now?" she asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Oh, good, good. Yohji is a PI, now. And Ken-Ken coaches kids soccer. And Aya is taking courses to get his degree in literature. I think he plans on teaching after he finishes school."

"I'm glad to hear that you all seem to be doing so well. You know I never did get to thank you properly for what you did."

The server came and delivered their orders, they thanked her. Then they waited until she was gone before the pink singer responded to the woman's earlier statement.

"Thank me for what, making you an arrangement? It wasn't that extreme, and you gave us one too, remember?" he smiled gently at her.

"No. I meant for saving my life. Now don't try and deny it!" her voice rode over his sputtering protests. Her voice dropped low so it would only reach his ears. "I'm a hacker, Omi. Part of that is puzzle solving, and I may have bought that 'We ran away and left the poor little woman alone to fend for herself, we are soo shamed!' act before but once I started thinking about it I put it all together."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he protested.

"We were out in the middle of nowhere in that cabin without anyone else around for miles. I was cornered by four killers, who all somehow miraculously ended up dead. You guys saved my life, and I just wanted you to know that I figured out that it was you." She took a deep breath and pinned him with her cornflower blue eyes, "And that I'm grateful."

"I really don't know what you're talking about," he repeated weakly.

The brunette across from him just shook her head and sighed. "It's okay. I won't tell anybody, or bring it up again. I just… if you need anything at all from me ever, just let me know okay? I really do owe you guys a lot."

"Well if I think of anything, I'll let you know," Shuichi pushed his food around on his plate with the fork provided, eyeing it dubiously.

They spent the rest of the meal speaking of small inconsequential things that are spoken of with someone that you haven't seen in a while. They caught up on new interests, and old times, and generally enjoyed their lunch. Shuichi eventually even started liking the food after he got over the initial weirdness of its taste.

Michiru checked her watch. "Yikes! I have to get back to the office before I'm late. Do you want to walk back with me?"

Shuichi glanced at his own watch thoughtfully. "Nah. There's something have to take care of before I head back. You go on ahead. I'll see you around.."

"Alright, bye Omi. I mean, Shuichi!" She gave a final wave and hurried off. "Good luck with Bad Luck! You guys are going to be big, I just know it!"

"Thanks Michiru-san!"

When she was gone, Omi threw some extra bills on the table for tip and slipped out the front door. He made his way down the street to a bus stop and waited for the bus. Sure enough his new friend was following still. Omi briefly wondered what the mongoloid trailing him wanted. He was pretty pathetic at this whole stalking thing since he was so totally not being obvious about it. Shuichi resisted the urge to roll his violet eyes.

Finally the bus stopped at the place he wanted to be at. The library.

He strolled inside and tracked down his favorite computer terminal, satisfied when it turned out that no one was using it. It was tucked in a corner and angled to face the other computers so Omi would be able to see anyone approaching and still have his back to the wall. He logged on to the instant message program that he needed.

'Bombay.'

'You find anything new out yet Prodigy?'

'Perhaps. I'm not sure if it's related to what's going on with Seguchi-san right now though.'

"Oh yeah?" Omi raised a pink eyebrow and typed the question out.

'As it turns out, Tohma Seguchi has a brother-in-law that he was very close to when he was younger. There's some speculation on how close but I doubt that will impact the rest of the information I have.'

'So he has a brother-in-law. Most people won't try to hire hit men to take out a person because of that.' Omi pointed out. He caught a movement from the corner of his eye and nearly sighed. His shadow was now sitting at a computer at the far end of the row of terminals, directly in his line of sight. Idiot.

'True, but most people don't have a brother-in-law who is supposed to have a shady past.'

'How shady?" the singer wanted to know.

'There are a bunch of rumors, but most of them have been hushed up. It turns out Seguchi-san took his brother-in-law on a business trip with him to New York about five years ago. There is speculation that the trip turned sour, and the brother-in-law might have even killed someone. Most people assert that whatever happened in New York, Seguchi-san is covering it up to protect him.'

'Hm, it's an angle to work from, but it still wouldn't explain why anyone outside of my previous organization would want Seguchi dead. What's the brother-in-law's name?'

'Yuki Eiri.'

'I'll see what I can find out about it.'

'Me too. We still have to keep an eye out for other teams.'

'I thought we caught all the ones Fujisaki hired?'

'We did. We now have to worry about who put him up to it, and any of your former employers sending in teams.'

'That's true,' the pink boy conceded.

Shuichi walked down the sidewalk, kicking his feet against the cement as he tried to figure out what this new element was going to add to the equation. Who was Eiri Yuki, and why the hell did he sound so familiar?

He could find some stuff with his computer, but something told him that paper trails wouldn't give him much if Seguchi-san had covered for him. That left leg work that he wasn't going to have the time for. He'd have to kick the name over to Yohji, see if he could dig up anything on him.

While he was walking his phone rang, and Hiro came on the line to let him know that they were going to finish up without him that day. After that he put his phone on silent and kept walking. The skin between his shoulder blades continued to itch from the feeling of being followed. He really was going to have to do something about that prat behind him, soon. It was starting to get irritating. He wandered down the steps of the subway, deciding that he would loose the freak there.

"Hey isn't that the guy who sang at the ASK concert?" a voice called out from behind him.

Another voice joined the first. "I told you! That's the guy from Bad Luck!"

"Huh? Uh…" Shuichi recognized that tone of voice. It was the dreaded fan girl squeal that he had lived with on a daily basis at the flower shop.

"EEEEE! It's Shuichi!"

"No way! Pinch me! Show me you're real!"

"Some rock n' roll singer?"

"What? Where!"

"No, it a boy band cutie! Or maybe that guy from the movies!"

"Where! Where! Where!"

Screams started building in the crowd around him.

"Huh? Wha? Me?" That couldn't be right. Outside of some local attention and that concert they hadn't really gotten any noise out about their band. Especially since they had taken time off for Suguru's loss. Shuichi stared at the clustering girls in a growing panic. This time he didn't have an angry red head to protect him and order them to get away.

"GET HIM!" They rushed toward him in a hungry swarm.

"Did I hear that Morrisey-chan is here!"

"Is it true? Did someone spot that Moby guy wearing a wig?"

Now the crowd behind him wasn't just fan girls.

Shuichi ran, refusing to look back. Eventually he ducked behind a column inside the subway, listening with a wide eyed look of panic to the crowd storm past. Finally they were gone and he sat there desperately trying to suck in lungs full of air. His heart was racing so hard he could taste it in his throat.

He had been through a lot of terrifying situations in his eighteen years, but none quite so terrifying as what he had just experienced.

"Lordy! W-what the hell was all that!" he gasped out when it was safe.

He jerked in surprise, ready to bolt again when a finger hooked under the strap of his tank top and tugged at him.

"This way."

"Uh… umm…" Shuichi stared at the back of the guy that was tugging him along.

"If you stay in one spot, they'll find you eventually. We can duck out the east exit and grab a cab before they figure it out. C'mon…" a hand tugged on his sleeve. "You can't walk around in broad daylight as yourself. At least put a little effort into it. Sunglasses, a hat… nothing fancy."

"Thanks, sir… but, uh, who are you?" Shuichi asked curiously.

"You don't remember me! I'm from ASK! I'm TAKI AIZAWA! Are you an idiot!"

Suddenly from behind them they heard voices.

"What? ASK?"

"It's Taki!"

"And the Bad Luck guy!"

"Oh shit!" Shuichi muttered. Then they were both running.

"Hey thanks for coming to my rescue sourpuss!" Shuichi spoke happily, what seemed like eons after the two had finally managed to escape the press of people who had chased after them for several blocks. "I was wrong about you! You're not so bad after all!"

"Except why was he following me all day long?" Shuichi wondered silently to himself. He allowed a cheerful grin to take over his face, even as he studied the other guy for some clue of what he wanted from him. The two were now sitting in Taki's living room, in front of his stereo system, still trying to recover from their brush with the public.

"Thanks Shindou-kun! It makes sense that we should be allies in this crazy business." They shared a toast with the cans in their hands.

"That was my first time being chased by a mob. I kind of liked it."

"Yeah. It never gets old either!" Taki agreed. "It's fun being famous, isn't it?"

The pink haired singer leaned back on one arm and laughed. "I should say so."

He grew slightly pensive. "Still… I realized something today. There's a downside. When you're famous, everyone is watching you. You always have to hide. Even to just go to the movies or to get groceries. Or when you're dating… Why would anyone want to put themselves through that? No wonder celebrities always end up dating each other."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about anyone wanting to date you ever again."

Shuichi's eyes snapped up, and he noticed the dark expression taking over the other boy's face.

"W-what do you mean?" he pushed himself upright again and allowed a confused expression to take over his features. In the back of his mind he was beginning to become the Kritiker trained agent known as Bombay.

He placed his can down, seemingly so he could adjust his shirt when he sat upright, but mostly he just wanted his hands free. He allowed just the slightest bit of panic to appear in his expression. Not too much just yet, just enough to show the other boy that he was 'figuring out' that something was up.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to trust strangers little boy? I can't believe you actually came home with me. I never would have thought you'd be that gullible. I can't wait to see the juicy exposé in all the tabloids!"

Suddenly the living room door burst inward banging against the wall. There in the doorway stood what looked like three little gangsters. The all stood there with 'tough guy' smiles. They were trying so hard to be menacing. Almost idly he wondered if they practiced those looks in front of their mirrors every morning. He pushed down the insane urge to giggle.

"Thanks for waiting, guys. It's time to earn those dollars. Take care of him."

This was Taki's great plot? Omi wanted to laugh out loud. He'd taken on card carrying psychopaths and these punks thought they could, do what? Intimidate him? Beat the shit out of him? It didn't matter, he decided. He'd just have to take them out quickly so he could get home and get some work done. He seriously needed to get some sleep tonight, and he still had some research to take care of before he could ever get to rest.

With that thought in mind he studied the guys that were advancing on him with evil smirks of impending doom, or whatever effect they were going for. The guy in the center didn't look so tough, but he seemed to be the ring leader. Omi made a mental note not to underestimate him even if he was a nobody thug. The guy on the far right looked like he wasn't nearly as certain about whatever they were there to do as the other guys, since he had a baseball cap pulled low on his face. But he was still there so he must still be willing. Omi decided to worry about him last. The tall one with long hair on the left had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like he might be a bit tougher than the other two. Leader-san and him would be going down first whatever else happened.

"W-wait! What are you planning on doing to me?" he let a convincing note of terror creep into his voice. The guys closed in on him, and he let them grab his arms. One guys hand crept up his shirt, and he finally had an idea of what Taki was really after with this little game of his. Still he wanted to hear the words himself. "Stop! Why are you doing this!" The button to his pants was tugged until they came undone by the Baseball Cap Guy.

"Because you make me sick, you no talent hack! When these guys get through with you, I'll have pictures of your 'secret love life' and the press will bury you. What is that I hear? The sound of Bad Luck's career ending. Of course I hate you so much, I think I'll want more." Taki shoved his face close to Shuichi's, a maniacal glint in his eyes. "Maybe I could also get pictures of your green haired pet. Such a cute little boy. Although, I have a thing for long hair personally." Omi stilled at the mention of his band mates. A hand slid inside his pants and groped him.

The ASK singer straightened back up to watch the evens unfold with an evil satisfaction. He held a camera in his hands. "It doesn't really matter which Bad Luck boy it happened to, but I'm rather glad it was you. It'll be so much more believable somehow. That thought is making me feel generous, so I'll make you a deal. Behave and we won't have to drag your little friends into this."

A dangerous calm swept over the pink haired boy at the thought of Taki going after his friends. In his mind was the simple acceptance that every one of the other men in this room were going to be dead before nightfall. There was nothing that could stop him, nothing that would keep him from protecting his friends.

He relaxed into the hands that held him until they were supporting his whole body weight. When they tried to shift their grip to keep a hold of him he twisted his body, bringing his right leg up to snap a sharp kick into the guy on his left's face. He had the satisfaction of seeing blood squirting from Hair's nose for a second before the other guys watching him realized what happened and started to react.

Shuichi's left arm was free since Long Hair was now clutching his broken nose, so he jerked against the hands holding his right arm to lean over. The movement caused the guy still holding him to stumble, loosening his grip. The little singer used the opportunity to snag the knife he kept strapped to his left ankle. He twisted again, pulling the leader even farther off balance, forcing him to fall on top of him.

Bombay drove the six inch blade between his ribs, aiming directly for the heart. The body on top of him jerked, stiffening. Blood began to dribble out of Leader's mouth. Omi yanked his blade out and shoved the body off. He rolled to his feet with the smooth flow of a predator, pulling the matching knife his right sheath. With a knife in both hands his eyes fixed on Baseball Cap and Taki where they stood a few feet away.

He smiled slightly and gave a small, 'ta da!' gesture before darting forward. Before Baseball Cap guy could react he slashed out with his knife. A long line of arcing red splattered against Taki's face. He stared in growing horror at the body that fell at his feet. And well he should. Omi was usually much neater about his kills.

Really, slitting someone's throat so messily, whatever was he thinking?

Shuichi flipped the knife in his right hand so that he held it by the blade rather than the hilt. The knives weren't meant for throwing but they were balanced well enough, and he knew he was skilled enough that he could still make a hit with them.

He cocked his arm to strike. Then turned at the last minute to catch Long Hair before he could come up behind him. His knife hit a little off center but was still embedded deeply in the other boy's chest. He didn't have to worry about himfor the next little while, so he could focus all of his attention on Taki.

Taki, Taki, who was trying to sneak out of the door behind him. His eyes narrowed.

He quickly flipped his remaining knife and spun around to fling it at the other singer. Taki had his hand braced against the doorframe and was twisting the knob to tug it open when the knife arced through the air and embedded into the wood of the doorframe. And through the center of his hand, but who was keeping track of these things?

Taki scrabbled frantically at his hand, screaming his head off. Omi rubbed one ear, irritated by the noise the other made. He felt inside his pants pocket. There was a hole there that let him reach for the darts he had strapped to his thigh. He pulled some out studying the markings on them. Two were regular darts, but the last one was a poisoned one. He plucked that out from the group an neatly tucked his regular darts back into their hiding spot.

Taking his time he strolled over to the body of Long Hair and tugged at his blade. It came free with a sickening sucking noise. He carefully wiped it on the thugs shirt, ignoring the dying gasps of the taller boy, ignoring the screams that continued from behind him.

He walked over to grab his drink, the only thing in the room that he'd touched since he'd gotten there. He paused to tuck the camera in the true pocket of his pants. Then he walked toward the front door. He pressed his body against Taki's and wrapped the hand with the dart over the older singer's mouth, silencing him. The stem of the dart pressed between his fingers, against the soft lips beneath his hand.

"You shouldn't have threatened my friends. Whatever shall I do with you? I could kill you with this poison dart I'm holding. One nick and you'll begin to wish the hand was the only pain you were feeling. But you're suffering now. That thought is making me feel generous, so I'll offer you a deal. Open the door for me, and I'll remove the blade. I might even let you live if you agree promise to never go near me or mine, ever again."