Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz blah blah blah, you get it.

Okay, I kind of dislike the plot that I had planned for this, so I'm changing it a little. The pairing and such might end up changing as a result, but I'm not sure yet. Now, continuing on with this fic's traditional crappy writing style, here you go:

Shadows in the Moonlight

By Moon without a Sun

Schuldig continued to smirk as he stepped closer to the younger assassins. "Cuddling in the park? How cute."

Ken was the first to snap out of his surprise, forcing Omi behind him, ignoring the smaller boy's sound of protest.

"What the fuck do you want, Schwartz?"

"My my, little KenKen, such malice. And to think, I just wanted to see how your little kitty was getting along with his new circus friend." The telepath smirked again and waved mocking over Ken's shoulder at the young blonde.

A wave of protectiveness washed over Ken, his hand clenching as if to trigger the bugnuks that weren't there. As Schuldig's smirk grew, a growl rose from the goalie's throat. "Leave. Him. Alone."

"Adorable, KenKen, really, but I'm actually here to talk with Omi. Now don't go all kitty on me again, it's about his new friend."

At this, Omi pushed his way under Ken's arm so that he was facing the redhead. "You know who it is? What do they want? Why me? What's going on?"

"One question at a time, little kitty. And yes, I know him. He happens to be my client."

Ken snorted. "Schwartz uniting with more circus freaks?"

"Not Schwartz, just me. Although they don't mind. And watch yourself, I'm no more a freak than yourself." At this, Omi began to look rather confused. "Don't worry your little head about it, Omi-chan, it's not important. Yet. Now what was I saying? Oh yes, our little friend. He seems to be quite fond of you. Not so much you, Ken, but that's to be expected. No one really likes their competition."

"Competition! What do you mean, competition?" Ken was almost shaking with anger. How dare that bastard even suggest he have similar motives as that creep!

"That's right, my little Ken. It seems that our friend has some fond memories of Omi's childhood. And some unfinished business. You remember, don't you, Omi-chan?" The telepath's smirk widened as Omi shrunk back towards Ken.

"Wha? Omi, you know this guy?"

"Oh yes, little KenKen. He remembers. It's part of his childhood. He's been keeping it from you. He doesn't want you to know. Isn't that just too cute? He doesn't want you to think less of him."

/Tsk, Tsk, Omi-chan. See? He's already disappointed that you're keeping secrets from

him. He'll never love you, you know. He can't Not you, anyway. / As he thought, he slowly stepped closer to the two assassins.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE WRONG!" Tears began to stream down the young blonde's face. "It isn't true, Ken-kun. Y-You know that it's not true. He's lying! I don't know. I really don't know. I swear-"

Omi was interrupted as Schuldig cleared his throat dramatically. "If you're quite finished playing drama queen as if you were Ouka, why don't we get down to the reason I'm here, hmm?"

Suddenly, a fist connected with the side of Schuldig's face. From his new found home on the ground, Ken glowered down at him. He moved to hit the man again, but the telepath anticipated the move and got out of the way, only to bring his face a breath away from Ken's own.

"Always so unpredictable, little KenKen. But then again, I suppose that's what makes you so fascinating. It isn't just your body, oh no, it's you mind. You're so hard to read. Your thoughts are more maze-like than Farfarello's and your shields are better than Brad's. But once you get inside, oh! how like sweet honey your thoughts are…" The telepath then licked the goalie's cheek, chuckling when the boy visibly tensed.

Pulling himself away, Schuldig regained his "business-like" composure. "So now, Omi dearest, we get down to it. I can make your little problem disappear. And all you have to do is give me sweet KenKen here."

Hurling into fury, Ken made to attack the redhead. At that moment, however, he pulled out a gun, pointing it at Omi. "Unless you want him dead, kitten, I suggest you stay put. Hn, good kitty. Now then, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to give me what I want and I will let you live in peace. What do you say?"

"N-No. Not Ken-kun. I-I can't." The boy began shaking, the tears flowing heavier now. God knew how much he wanted to get away from that man, but for KEN?

/ Come now, little Omi. He doesn't really care. Oh well, guess you really want him. I'm sure that Omishi will be happy to see you. He can't wait to finish what Persia so rudely interrupted. I know you remember. Back when you were Mamoru? He just can't wait. He's been thinking of you all these years. It's been so long, I don't know if he'll be able to hold back long enough to prep you this time. I can already sense his anticipation…/

"STOP! JUST STOP IT! Ken-kun, I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry, I just can't! I can't…" The boy broke off in sobs, collapsing to the ground. Smirking, Schuldig dragged away a protesting Ken.

Alone in the park, Omi curled up in a ball, whispering to himself. "I'm so sorry Ken-kun. Ken-kun…" With a sob, the boy slipped into unconsciousness.

Okay, short, but sorry. I just remembered this thing' s existence…again.