AN: I am an insane author with vengeance for correct spelling in foreign languages. So my nameless, faceless muse suggested that I have a little rant before we get into the story. Weiβ being one of my favorite animes, I must say that so many people have a problem spelling any of the names correctly. First off, our favorite assassin group, White is spelled Weiβ; an alternative way to spell it is Weiss. Their boss's name is Kritiker. Their enemies, our other favorite assassin group, Black is spelled Schwarz. Schwarz's boss 'Estet' is 'eszett' spelled β just like that, points to the weird letter, nothing more. Schuldig, you know the guy with orangey hair? Yeah him. His name is spelled Schuldig, yeah, just like that, and it means guilty. I speak, read and write German fluently so I am well acquainted with the spellings of such words. If you have any questions email me.

Also I thought you might like to know, since I have it on good authority that Omi means ocean or water, Nagi means star, and Aya's real name, Ran, means orchid. Oh, and the true and correct spelling of what we call bishounen is bishileö and is pronounced bi-she-reo.

Warning: This is a YAOI fic. There will be slash relationships and hopefully a good lemon or two.

Disclaimer: I do not own either anime or manga. Regretfully I will have to say that they belong to their creators or they would be chained to the wall of my basement for further bishileö exploration (you can decide what that means)

"Deny these Dark Beasts their tomorrow."

The screen showed snow. A slim, manicured hand reached up and turned off the screen.

"Who's in?"

Schrr… "This mission is so weird…I mean, people who turn into animals of the zodiac. What do you think, Siberian? Siberian…Hidaka…Ken!?!" the headphone crackled.

"What Bombay?" The brunette, crouching in the dark over a load of C4, answered.

"…Are you even paying attention to what you're supposed to be doing?"

"I could ask you the same, Bombay. Currently I'm setting explosives in on of the westward, load bearing walls."

"Oh…Sorry…Abyssinian is nearing the target and Balinese has just found the prisoners and is relieving them of their burdens…"

"And you?"

"I'm hacking into the mainframe so I can pick up that data Persia wants…"

"Copied. I'll meet you down there in a few minutes."

"…Alright. Over and out."

The brunette clicked off his communicator and remained in radio silence so that he could finish the precise splicing the placing the C4 needed. He had removed his bugnuks to be able to deal with the small wires. He was absorbed in the bombs so that he would not inadvertently set them off early.

"Kommen Sie bitte weg von den Bomben(1)," a new voice said.

The brunette froze. Shit. Caught like a mouse in a trap. The young man slowly rose to his feet. He put his hands, slowly, in the air while cautiously turning around. He moved toward the voice.

There was a chance that he could save Wei and the prisoners. The only thing would be that he would have to sacrifice himself. Ken only hoped that his attacker didn't speak Japanese. Ken managed to depress the radio switch on his cheek with his tongue. It crackled for a minute and then fuzzed.

"Siberian… You back online?"

"Omittchi. Evacuate, everyone."

"Ken?"

"Do it now!"

The German guard stared at Ken as if he were an alien. He raised his gun. "Sag nichts mehr, order ich schiesse dich(2)."

Ken nodded once to show he understood. There were some good things to having a German telepath around. What he couldn't understand was, why under the sun would someone hire guards that spoke only German in the center of Japan?

"Du bist kein Deutscher, na(3)?" the guard asked.

Ken shook his head. Why would I be, he screamed inside. He was thankful though; the German's babbling was buying him some time. He hoped he could keep the man babbling to ensure that his comrades and those entrusted him got away safely…

"Was machst du hier? Du darfst sprechen(4)."

Of course I'm allowed to speak when you ask a question like that, Ken yelled in his head.

"Wie siehts aus(5)?" His accent was horrible, but he was understandable.

"Na, gut dann, machs so(6)."

The German shot the gun. The bullet buried itself deep in Ken's shoulder. He grunted and fell forward on one knee. Barley conscious, he managed to be sure that he did not fall onto the explosives.

The German came over and made to pick Ken up. Ken tried to fight but only managed to rip his shoulder wound open even further. The German just smiled, an evil smile that told Ken that there was worse to come.

"Schuldig, ich hab mich ein Kätzchen gefangen(7)."

'Echt Hans? Oh, ja gut. Ich nehms von hier(8).'

That voice! Like heated silk on his skin, it boded no good.

'Looks like I've got a little kitty on my hands, eh Siberian?'

"Get out of my head Mastermind."

'NO, not until I've shown you a little picture album I've put together for you. Hihi'

Pictures began to flash through Ken's mind. It was an outsider's view of his first fight with Aya, the redhead bloody and beginning to pant. Omi flashed in front of his face, a shiner just showing on that tender young skin. That had been he first time his temper had slipped around the teen. He also saw Yohji bared to the waist with his shiny wavy blond hair unbound, limp, bedraggled and tangled. Open handed marks, nail furrows and bite marks bruised his skin an angry red. That had been the time Ken had begun to lose his sanity. Weiβ had helped him through those times, but they all bore scars, they always would, and Ken still felt guilty. He wanted to hide from it, his mind pulled away from the images Schuldig brought to the fore. He backed away from it. His mind pulled away so far he ad no connection to reality in the safe blankness he found.

Even from a distance Schuldig could tell that he was succumbing to the mind send. He told the guard to bring Ken to him. But what he could not know was that Ken's body would tighten up as he sank into the last vestiges of a catatonic state and that Ken had a detonator in his hand.

KA-BOOOOOOM!

"Kyo!"

A teal poof went up around one of the young men standing outside of the building. In the man's place stood a large black dog. Another poof surrounded the younger man beside him and a small white rat replaced him. The other three young men just stared at them.

"Shigurei" the rat said. "He's gone. As much as I did not like him, I did not want for him to die."

"I know, Yuki. All we can do is pray that he managed to escape."

The Shigurei/dog turned to the three assassins. They were staring at the two zodiac animals.

"I wouldn't stare if I were you," he said. "Something might happen that you would not want to—

POOF!

"—See."

Yohji's and Aya's jaws dropped and their noses dribbled blood as they saw the man before them. Omi was seemingly the only one not affected by this view.

"He warned you," murmured the rat.

POOF!

Omi fainted at the 'beautiful'sight before him. The buck-naked silver haired young man before him caught him.

In a portion of the building that had not blown up, a small orange cat slinked about trying to find a way out of the place. Around the bend of a corner he could see a shaft of light. He could also hear voices, but from the distance, he could not make out the words of the speakers.

He bounded silently down the corridor.

"Bring him here," said one masculine voice.

"Was soll ich mit ihm machen, Herr Schuldig?(9)"

That was not in a language the cat could understand. The first voice replied in the same foreign language. They spoke on for a while. Kyo, the cat, then hears a door partially close. The shaft of light on the wall narrowed. There were footsteps and two voices neared him.

Kyo hugged against the wall as the two men passed him. By the meager light, he saw a flash of orange hair. Then the footsteps faded down the hall.

The orange cat slinked around the corner and zipped straight for the slightly opened door. The brightness of the light in the room nearly blinded him as he stepped inside. There was a table that he could not see the top of and what looked like and IV bag on a stand next to it. There was also a hat rack full of clothing and a rank pair of sneakers on the floor. Kyo was wishing that he could see the top of the alluring table. It had caught his attention and—POOF!

That couldn't have had better timing, except for the fact that he was bared to his toes. At least he could see the top of the table now. What he was seeing was taking his breath away.

It wasn't the fact that the brunette was handsome, and he was, it was that his eyes were open in a vacant pupil-less stare. Not a muscle twitched except for the gentle in out of his chest. His arms and legs were strapped to the table in a spread-eagle position. Beside those facts, what really caught his attention was that the guy was wearing only a pair of kiss-marked boxers. (Yummy Ken!) Kyo also caught a whiff of some floral scent coming off his skin.

The clothing on the rack must belong to the young man, Kyo thought. It looked about the right size. He wondered who the man was. He had no time to ponder the fact because he could hear someone coming down the hall in the direction of the room. Kyo ducked under the table and secreted himself under its surface so that his body could not be seen by anyone that entered the room.

Sure enough the feet came into the room. They were relatively small feet encased in brown leather oxfords. But Kyo wasn't paying much attention to anything but the motion of the table. It was being moved, moved out of the room that it was in and down the hallway that Kyo had just escaped from. The feet pushed the table a little ways down the hall and into another room. All Kyo could see were the feet causing the motion and the bottoms of several cabinets lining the walls.

The table was set up in the room and the small feet left. Kyo cautiously peeked out from under the edge of the table. There looked to be no one in the room or any cameras around the place.

"Well damn! Now I'm stuck in this place even worse with no clothes," he raved and turned to the young man on the table. "It's all your fault."

After Omi had recovered from his faint, and Yuki and Shigurei had dressed themselves, the remaining members of Weiβ found themselves with two men adamant in retrieving their relative from the hands of β and Schwarz. Aya was a little nervous about bringing the men to their base of operations, but Yohji and Omi managed to talk him into it. So they retired to the Koneko no Sume Ie (10).

Shigure snickered at the cover they obviously used. Assassin vigilantes as florists? Yuki just lightly hit him over the head. He thought it was a cute idea and he could see them wandering around the little shop in the brightly colored aprons hanging on the wall.

The assassins led the Zodiacs down to the mission room in the basement. Shigurei and Yuki just stared at all of the equipment that was stashed there. There had to be at least three computers with enough spare parts to build a fourth. There were practice staves, an ammunition locker and all kinds of cleaning solution for their gear.

Aya, Yohji and Omi began to remove all of the things that were covered in gore and anything else that needed cleaning off of their clothing and weapons. Omi cracked the cases of his darts into a toxic waste container and dumped them into a bucket of cleaning solution. He settled down in front of the computer screen and tapped away at the keyboard, already looking at ways to infiltrate the building they had not blown up. Aya lay his katana on a worktable and shrugged out of his trench coat and boots. He then pulled out rags and cleaning solution from a cabinet and set to work on his blade. Youji dropped his wire into the same bucket of cleaning solution as Omi's darts, slid his sunglasses to his hair and peeled out of his trench coat.

He turned to Shigurei and Yuki, "You boys make yourselves comfortable on the sofa while I fetch all of you gorgeous things something to drink."

1."Please move away from the bombs."

2."Don't say anything else or I'll shoot you."

3."You're not German, are you?"

4."What are you doing here. You are allowed to speak."

5."What does it look like?"

6."Fine then, have it your way."

7."Schuldig, I captured a kitten."

8.'Really Hans? Oh goodie!"

9."What should I do with him, Mr. Schuldig?"

10.Kitten in the House