I do not own any characters or any other characters from other stories
Although, you would think this is a cross over, but it is not. i just borrowed certain characters from other stories and placed them in this one. This is an AU story and the characters will be ooc. so, i'm letting you know ahead of time.
Pairings: OmixNagi, SchuldigxYohji, BradleyxAya, FarfarelloxKen
Chapter One
"Where the hell is it!" Omi searched his room frantically, turning things over, throwing clothes and paper over the floor. "Where did I put my homework."
He remembered doing it because Ken helped him. Which turned out to be the biggest mistake he ever made. After Aya checked his math homework. It turned out that half of the answers were wrong. Omi became disgusted as the big oaf just grinned sheepishly at him saying, "I'm a soccer player not a mathematician."
So Omi had to stay up half the night redoing his homework. But for the life of him he couldn't remember where he left it. It wasn't in his backpack or his room. He don't know why his usually active brain was moving so sluggish today.
"Shit Omi, Aya's gonna have a cow if he sees your room like this." A voice from the doorway caught his attention.
Omi turned to see Ken leaning against the doorframe. "Right now, I don't care if he pop a vessel. I can't find my homework."
"Looking for this, little genius." Ken waved a piece of paper in the air.
"My homework!"
"Yeah. I found it downstairs in the kitchen on the table."
Of course that's where he did his homework. Boy he really was becoming an airhead and scatterbrain just like the students at school tease him of being.
"Arigato Ken-kun." Omi grabbed his backpack, his homework and ran downstairs.
xxxxx
Aya and Yohji were in the flower shop preparing to open. Yohji had just taken a cigarette out of the carton preparing to light it when Omi ran by and snatched the lighter out of his hand.
"Hey!" Yohji called after the boy.
"Ohayo Yohji-kun, Aya-kun. You won't be needing this." Omi waved the lighter in front of the angry man. "I'll see you later. I'm late for my lecture.
"I hope you miss the bus." Yohji yelled to the teen.
"I love you too." Omi ran out of the shop laughing.
xxxxx
Omi made his way down the sidewalk running like mad. Normally, he would never take a short cut to the bus stop, but he was running late. Cutting through the alley he came out near a construction site of new apartments. He looked up at the half completed structure. The boy didn't know why, but the building gave him the creeps. Guess it didn't help his nervousness much since the street was deserted.
There wasn't a sign of life other than himself.
Turning away he saw the bus stop at the end of the street. There were several people waiting. Just then the bus pulled up. Shit shit shit that was his bus. Omi ran with all his might, but it was too late. The bus pulled off.
"Shit shit shit." Now he was as good as late.
There was an old, beat up white van parked at the entrance to the alley. Omi leaned against the vehicle trying to catch his breath and wiping sweat from his face. Damn and here he took a short cut to get here on time. He began to wonder if he asked nicely would Aya or Yohji drive him to school. He didn't want to ask Ken. He didn't trust riding on the back of the bike since he had accidentally fell off when Mr. Show off Hidaka decided to pop a wheely. Still clutching the lighter in his hand, he put it in his pants pocket. Aya might take him, but he knew Yohji wouldn't. After all he took his favorite lighter. He straightened up and was about to leave when the van door opened. Two men dressed in black grabbed him and pulled him into the van. Omi kicked and fought trying to get away.
Oh God this was just like the time when he was a child. His fighting became violent as he struck one man across the face with his backpack. The man was slammed against the wall of the van.
But the other man put a cloth over the panicky boy's nose. Inhaling the chloroform the blond's struggling became weak until he at last lost consciousness. Sliding the door close, the men drove away.
xxxxx
"Nagi, get up. You're going to be late!" Schuldig banged his fist against the telekinetic's bedroom door.
"I'm not going!" The boy yelled from the other side of the door. He heard the door open and then close.
"Hey kid, you want me to tell Brad?" Schuldig walked into the room and the boy pulled the covers tightly over his head. But the German grabbed the covers and yanked them from over him.
"Dammit Schu!"
"Now now Kiddo, time to get up for school."
"I don't want to go." Nagi sat up and sighed heavily. "None of the kids like me."
"All you do is slap a few of their heads together. They'll loosen up then." The red head winked mischievously at the boy.
"You know Brad, I mean Crawford has strictly prohibited me from using my power at school and against the students." He leaned against the older man and rested his head against the Telepath's shoulder. "I hate that school."
"Is it the school you hate or is it because you are bored with senior High. You are a bright kid for fifteen."
"I'm seventeen, big mouth," he began to pout like a small child.
"Seventeen!" The German feigned surprise. "Where has the time gone?"
"Humph, I bet Omi can stay at home if he doesn't feel like going to college."
"Whoa, where did that come from?"
Nagi blushed under the snickering glare the German gave him. So,
he just called Bombay by his name, big deal. Nothing wrong with that. Like Schwartz, Weiss is dead.
He squirmed a little under the red head's scrutinizing stare. "Come on Schu, let's go to that flower shop they work at and hassle them." The boy said hopeful.
"I would love to take you upon that, but Brad would have both our butts in a sling." Schuldig raked his fingers through the mass of thick red mane. "You know every since Esset and Kritiker fell we have had sort of a shaky truce with the pussy cats of Weiss."
"Fine. I'll go, but I do so under protest." The telekinetic hopped out of bed, took a quick shower and dressed. He was about to walk out the front door when Schuldig stopped him.
"If you're still feeling blue tomorrow. You can skip and we'll go play with the kittens. Is that okay with you?"
The teenager smiled and hugged the older man. "Thanks Schu." He grabbed his backpack and walked out to the apartment.
Nagi walked out of the apartment building and strolled down the sidewalk to the red light. He was happy. He couldn't understand why but the thought of going to see the other ex-assassins had lifted his spirits. Just before he got to the red light an old, white van screech to a halt alongside him. The door flew opened. Two men grabbed the startled youth and yanked him into the van.
It all happened so fast until the pedestrians could do nothing to help the boy. All they did was watch in horror and shock as the van drove away with the boy.
"Hurry up and use the chloroform on him," the driver yelled to the men as he took a second to glance over his shoulder before returning to his driving.
Someone covered Nagi's nose with the chloroformed rag. One man was slung against the seat on the passenger side as his power kicked in. Unfortunately, the chloroform was doing its job on him. Nagi staggered backwards like a drunken man. He fell over something. He got to his knees and stared in shock at the body lying on the floor.
"Omi?"
Then he collapsed ontop of the older boy.
xxxxx
Bradley Crawford was sitting at his desk in front of his computer when the vision hit him. The force of the vision was so strong until it felt like someone had struck him with a sledgehammer.
He witnessed Omi being kidnapped first and then the vision moved to Nagi being yanked into an old beat up white van and being cholorformed. Then there was a flash of two men he thought he would never see again.
"Oh my. . . " Crawford leaped out of his chair and flung open the door. He ran from his office straight into the red head German.
"Where's the fire, mein anfuhrer?" Schuldig braced an arm against the American's chest.
"Nagi. Where is he?"
"He's gone to school." Schuldig did not like the terrified look in the man's eyes. "Why? What has happened?"
"It's Nagi. I had a vision. He was kidnapped," said Bradley rubbing his forehead in distress.
"That's impossible. The kid. . ."
". . .was chloroformed. He didn't have a chance to get away."
The Telepath couldn't believe what he was hearing, or he didn't want to believe. He stretched out his psychic senses trying to reach the boy, but all he got was emptiness. That only happens if the person is out cold or dead. Damn Crawford and his accurate visions. He should know by now to never question the American's visions.
"There is more. He was captured with that kid from Weiss. Also. . ."
Great. This just keep getting better and better.
"And what?"
"It was only for a second, but I saw Muraki and Adams." Crawford watched the display of expressions flash across the Telepath's face. First, there was oblivion as he stared at the American with no understanding of who those people were. Then he remembered. He was shocked followed by disgust and fear.
"Muraki and JJ." Schuldig spat the names out in rage. "I had hoped those two bastards were dead."
"I'm afraid they have more lives than a cat." Crawford pushed his glasses back on his nose.
"Speaking of cats, I take it that the ex-Weiss team doesn't know about their kitten being bagged," said Schuldig.
"No. And the boys are being taken out of the country." Crawford turned and walked back to his office. Schuldig placed a restraing hand on the precog's shoulder.
"What about Nagi? Shouldn't we be going after him?"
"Unless you know where Adams is hiding, the answer is not yet. Hopefully, I will have a vision telling us where he is."
"And once we do know?"
"Well, if we want Nagi back. We will need their help too. After all, their little friend has been kidnapped as well." Crawford turned and walked back into his office.
"So, we will have to work with the pussy cats." Schuldig chuckled.
"I could think of worst things."
xxxxx
It was closing time at the flower shop and Ken was bringing in the large potted plants. While Yohji was sitting on the counter smoking and looking cross because Omi didn't come in to relieve him. Aya hung up the phone wearing a very serious scowl on his face.
"What's up Aya? Did you find Omi?" Ken asked coming out of the back room.
"No, his friends said he didn't show up for school," said Aya.
"I don't believe it," said Yohji blowing smoke rings. "That little bastard is off playing hooky somewhere and left me holding down his shift." He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. "That little shit caused me a hot date."
"No, if it had been anyone else. I would agree, but we are talking about Omi. The kid would go to school even if he was in a body cast." The red head leaned against the counter. "Something is terribly wrong."
Just then the ring of the tiny bell above the door drew their attention.
"Shit, it's Schwartz." Ken picked up a spade.
"Take it easy Siberian. We didn't come here to fight," said Crawford standing in the doorway. "Besides, we are no longer Schwartz. Just like you are no longer Weiss." The American walked into the shop followed by Farfarello and Schuldig. The German closed and locked the door behind him.
"What are you doing here?" said Aya walking from behind the counter watching the three men.
"Well well well, three little kittens has lost their mitten." Schuldig chide teasingly.
"What the hell are you babbling about, freak," spat Yohji.
"You remind me of a cat I use to have. It was a wild thing when it had one of its moods. Always baring its claws and hissing venomously at me." The German smile was wide and suggestive. "But when I stroked it behind the ears it would purr in contentment in my lap. Cats just love that. Are you sensitive behind the ear, Yohji?"
The blond felt the heat rush into his face as he looked away from the smiling Telepath's intense stare.
Farfarello just stood in the corner amused by his teammate's lechery.
"Schuldig knock it off," said Crawford pushing his glasses upon his nose. "We are here because we seem to be missing a member of our team also."
"What do you mean?" asked Aya.
Crawford held out a manilla folder to Aya.
The young red head took the folder and opened it. There were two photos along with a file. The first picture wasn't much to look at. Neatly cut brown hair, brown eyes with a rather boyish feature.
The other photo however was one to take a double look at. The man was handsome with platinum blond hair. He wore glasses which added to his attractiveness. He wore red studded earrings in each ear. A long silver bang covered his right eye but they were like a steel gray, piercing and demanding. His skin was smooth and seemed to be paler than Aya's own skin. Although the beautiful man was smiling. It was not a smile of warmth. It was a cold, chilling expression that was more obscene than honest.
"The first picture is Jemy J. Adams. He's known as JJ but his codename is Puppet Master," said Crawford.
"Puppet Master?" Ken frowned at the photo Aya handed to him.
"Yes, he can make you do things against your will. He can make you walk out into traffic or jump off a bridge while you are aware of everything that is happening."
"Not quite," said Schuldig. "Although, it may seem like it. I can read minds and make you forget. Also, i can make it seem like i'm not even here." To demostrate, one minute, Schuldig was standing beside Bradley and the next, he vanished. The ex assassins looked around for the German, but he was no where in sight. Then with a blink of an eye, the telepath was standing next to Yohji. The blond jump with a start as the psychic slipped an arm around his waist.
"Back off, creep." Yohji pushed the man away from him. Clearing his throat, Yohji turned to the American. "Anyway, what about the other man?"
"Doctor Kazutaka Muraki. He worked for Esset. He was the one that prepared your sister for that ceremony." Crawford said.
Aya gritted his teeth as he remembered how those old farts were going to use his sister to resurrect some old dead guy.
"What has this to do with Omi and Nagi?"
"They were kidnapped ." The American just stood there unflinching.
"What!" The three ex-assassins said in unison and stared at him.
"How do you . . ." Ken started to say but fell silent. The man was a precog of course he would know.
"So, do you know where the boys are?" asked Yohji. He picked up the picture of the doctor to take a closer look. Wow, he maybe a sick, twisted bastard, but the man was hot and sexy as hell.
Schuldig smirked as he sent a mental message straight into the blond's head. "See something you like, Kudou?"
Yohji blushed uncontrollably and handed the picture back to Aya.
"Yes, they are in Hong Kong," said Crawford.
"If they are there. Why haven't you went to retrieve your boy?" asked Yohji crossing his arms across his chest.
"Because we will need your help." Crawford hated to have to ask for help, especially from the one group they could never defeat in battle. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. "Puppet Master we could handle but it's the doctor. Muraki is not someone you would want to go up against alone."
"Why? Is he a psychic like you?" asked Aya.
"I wish, red," snorted Schuldig. "No, he 's nothing like us. Although some might say he's just as freaky as us."
"Muraki has the devil on his shoulder," babbled Farfarello in the corner. Everyone had forgotten the crazed Irishman was there. He had been standing in the corner listening to the five men. He took the single edge k-bar knife out of its sheath. The commando knife was a gift from Bradley. He stared at the polished blade shimmering in the light.
Schuldig could see that his teammate was eager to stain the blade with some Esset agents blood.
"We don't have time to waste. Everything you want to know about Muraki and Adams is in that folder." Crawford rubbed his eyes wearily and sighed. "We're going to the airport. We intend to bring Nagi home. So. . ." The American stared at the three men straightening his glasses on his nose. "Will you be joining us?"
Yohji rested his hand on Aya's shoulder and winked at his friend. "Let's go bring the chibi home."
"We can get your sister and Sakura to watch the shop while we're gone," said Ken.
Aya nodded. "Right."
