Chapter 2- Misery Loves Company
A/N: Thanks for reviewing, Dark.
"A necromancer, eh?" Scheldich asked, as he lounged lazily in one of the chairs.
"Yes, he's young, but he's quite powerful. It's said that he's raised an entire small cemetery," Crawford said, cleaning his glasses with a pristinely white handkerchief.
"He makes zombies, in other words?" Nagi asked.
"Not makes, but controls the living dead. A select few are powerful enough to raise and control more than one zombie at a time," Crawford said. "Wouldn't that be a treasure?"
"You mean to kidnap the boy?" Scheldich asked, raising one orange eyebrow.
"Kidnap? Hardly," Crawford scoffed.
"He would be a good esesst against Weiss," Scheldich said, suddenly becoming much more interested. A sparkle shone in his green eyes. "When do we go?"
"The cult the boy leads will be at Kinagawa Cemetery at precisely eleven thirty tonight. We're going to meet him there." The American said.
Kinagawa Cemetery was one of the oldest cemeteries, the few left untouched since the reconstruction period began. The earth below their feet was old and unturned in over a century. Darkness specked with stars filled the sky; it was the night of the new moon so there was little light. Schwarz was there, waiting and watching.
"Farfarello, do you remember everything?" Crawford asked the Irishman.
"Yes," the silver haired man said with an evil smile. He climbed out of the car and walked through the cemetery. He moved swiftly and carefully across the grounds. The sound of weeds and over grown crab grass whispered I the still darkness as they brushed against his boots. With stealth, blessed only on an assassin, Farfarello made his way up to the gathering.
Standing in silence, almost invisible behind the cult of necromancy obsessed oddballs, Farfarello watched carefully. The head honcho making the ritual sacrifice and sprinkling the blood around the ancient grave. Words were chanted in ominous tones.
What's happening, Farfarello? The familiar Germanic voice came.
Nothing new. Sacrifice, chanting spells the works. Farfarello replied. Tell Crawford its about time to make an appearance.
Will do. Was the sacrifice enjoyable? The telepath asked from a distance. I picked up some pleasant signals from you, he said in that tone of his that had signals flying like fireworks in July. His intentions were obvious and Farfarello pushed them aside. Not in the mood yet, Lieben? We'll fix that.
Farfarello returned to watching the raising, pushing Scheldich's taunting to the back of his mind. The ritual was beautiful, like art work. The man leading, performing, creating a life for the already deceased. One that he controlled with simple words. Seeing the creature rise and stand in rotting flesh before its master made Farfarello watch in mild awe. Then it happened.
The cults leader, the one called Taxx, he turned to face his people. He raised his hands to the sky. A sign of power, Farfarello thought. To show God that others were as powerful as he. To return the deceased to life was a true power.
The man lowered his hands and pulled his hood back. Farfarello's golden eye widened at the sight of the man. The blood red hair, the pale white skin, the tall thin figure. Farfarello knew this man. Abysinian, he thought. A snarl formed on his face. How could a Weiss possess so much power? Why a Weiss?
That's not a Weiss, Farfarello. He looks so much like that kitten, doesn't he? The red hair, white skin, but he's different. We need him, Farfarllo. Go and get him. We'll meet you at the edge of the cemetery. Scheldich sent Farfarello a mental picture of an empty tomb.
Farfarello moved swiftly through the gathering. He moved with trained speed straight to the target. Catching the man by the waist, he threw him over his shoulder and continued moving with great speed until he reached the designated tomb.
The other three Schwarz were awaiting him outside the tomb. Farfarello set the man on the ground and stepped aside, an untrusting look on his pale face.
Traxx didn't move, he simply stood where he as, watching the four strangers.
"I apologize for having to meet with you under such circumstances, but it is difficult to contact you. My name is Crawford, I work for Essett, and we have a proposition for you," Crawford said with a smile that was more related to a smirk.
Farfarello watched with a blank expression. Essett would want such a powerful boy on their side before Kritiker learned of his existence. Crawford would bargain with the necromancer and if that didn't work he was sure Essett would figure something out.
The man stood tall and silent. He only looked at each member once. Greena dn gold eyes like emerald rings gave Schwarz a blank stare. He even looked at them like Weiss did! His hardened jewel gaze rested on Crawford. "I make no deals with the devil, Crawford," the boy said.
"We're no devils," Crawford said. "We're body guards with a few extra talents in need of your powerful assistance."
"I am not interested," he said and turned to leave. Traxx was stopped by Farfarello and Scheldich blocking his only escape. He began to raise his hand, but it was immediately stuck to his side as his body came off the ground and turned to face the American.
Crawford removed his glasses in a very business-man like grace. "Now, Mer. Scorpian, you're about to become very interested in our deal. Nagi."
Farfarello watched at the youngest of Schwarz began closing his fist. The necromancer growled as his body was being squeezed by unseen forces. "You think to kill me?" he gasped out, his body nearly out of air.
"Not at all," Crawford said. "One such as you is very valuable to Essett. Were simply asking you to reconsider our offer."
"Do what you'd like. My powers are not for sale. Money is dirty."
"I'm sure we can agree on something," Crawford said, returning his glasses to his face. "There must be something you want. Funding for your cult? Unlimited supplies for your rituals? Come now, boy. There's something you want." A sinister glare reflected from Crawford's glasses.
"S-s-something I want," the necromancer muttered. Scheldich was at work. Farfarello could tell. He was manipulating the boy's mind, bending his will.
The necromancer's head drooped and he became limp in the telekintics iron hold. A small arrow had rested in the boy's neck, another heading for the telekinetic, but stopped mid-air. Several larger and smaller arrows and darts came from the darkness at all four Schwarz members. Each one tainted with poison intended to slow down or kill each man.
Before the Schwarz appeared the Weiss. Fearless in their approach, everything timed to a precise moment. Each decision weighing on the shoulders of Aya. Their leader through and through, always putting the protection of Omi, Ken, and Yoji before his own.
"Hand over the boy," Aya said, his voice only loud enough to reach Schwarz's ears.
"I think not, Weiss," Crawford said, revealing the gun resting in the breast pocket of his suit coat. Scheldich, Fararello, keep them busy. Nagi, accompany Mr. Scorpian and myself to the car." The boy followed the orders he was given.
Aya nodded at Yoji and Omi, who immediately stepped back. Ken moved forward to Aya's right. He'd told Ken to stay behind him, but Ken had refused to be babysat while Aya fought Schwarz on his own. The Caribbean eyes locked on his leader's for a brief second. They never knew when it would be all over, when they would lose on e of them to those they hunted.
Farfarello ran forward, charging the brunette. They stumbled back and rolled across the dried grass. First Farfarello pinning Ken, then they'd switch positions. Aya had faith in Kens ability.
Do you, kitten? Do you have faith in all of your team?
Aya's eyes narrowed at the German. His face like anger carved from stone. He locked eyes with orange haired Schwarz.
"Get out of my head, Schwarz," he said. His hand grasped the hilt of his katana. He would need to feel its presence to ensure that the telepath could not mislead him from the mission with silly little mind tricks.
You're so cute when you're angry, kitten. I like it, the German smiled at Aya.
"Go," Aya said to Omi and Yoji. The two Weiss sped off towards Crawford, Nagi, and the necromancer.
Oh, kitten, you're so clever. Get me all roused up so that I can only think of your sweet, tender body. Then you send the other kittens to play with Crawli-kins and little Nagi. What a devious plan, Scheldich smirked.
Aya gave him a look of disgust as he drew his katana. "C'mon then, Schwarz. Let's see how my devious little plan worked."
The German looked thoughtful as he stared at Aya and his own reflection in the red head's blade. I'd love to, he said before moving so quickly that he was merely a blur. He stopped behind Aya, his hand caressing Abysinian's neck, his breath hot against Aya's cold flesh. "But I've gotta run." Again he moved too quickly for Aya to catch. "Farfarello, let's go."
The Irishman jumped off of Ken and ran behind Scheldich to the car. Aya glanced down to see Ken holding his arm as crimson liquid spilled down the tan skin. With a quick movement, he took the sweater from about Ken's waist and tried it firmly around the wound. "Are you going to be okay?" Aya asked.
Ken looked up at Aya, his green eyes tranquil and affectionate. "Yeah, I'll be alright."
Aya paused, What's that look in his eyes? He's never looked at me like that before. Why? Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he pulled Ken to his feet. "Let's go. Omi and Yoji can't hold them off for long."
"Yeah," Ken said, as he ran behind Aya. Aya never looked back to seet hat Ken was following, he knew by instinct that he brunette would be there. They had to get to Omi and Yoji before Schwarz could hurt them.
The two Weiss appeared around the corner of the abandoned grave keepers's home to find Omi and Yoji fighting with Farfarello and Scheldich. Drawing his blade with skill and agility, Aya cut Farfarello's blow from reaching the small blonde. In a matter of seconds Ken was beside him, Claws unsheathed and ready to strike out at Scheldich.
Siberian and Abysinian have finally arrived to defend the two other kittens, " Scheldich smirked.
"Mastermind, Berserker, in the car, now!" barked the primly dressed leader of Schwarz.
"We'll have to continue this game later," Scheldich grinned as he and Farfarllo climbed into the car. His jade eyes met Aya''s and said, I'll have fun with this one, pretending its you until I can really have you.
In a loud roar the white car sped from the cemetery. Weiss rant o Aya's porsch, but it was too late to hop to catch up to Schwarz.
Next time, Aya thought.