Chapter 3

A/N: I apologize for being late in my update, but I had an emergency with a friend yesterday. Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews.
Cherubkatan: Just to let you know... it's Schuldig not Scheldich as per the mangas
Darling, I own the first season anime and have sat through the quiet credits and his name is spelled Scheldich via the anime…so that's how I spell it…Personally I like the latter spelling, but I know that most fanbased spelling of his name is Schuldig…thank you anyway for the information, even though already known.

Ken watched Aya with careful eyes. All of Weiss had been practically holding their breath hoping that Aya's bitter mood wouldn't turn on him. Their leader had been in such a bad mood all morning, and they knew that it was because of last night. They had failed in a mission, a rare thing indeed, and Aya was blaming himself for it.

The jingle of the door opening brought the attention of three men to the door. IT was Ouka and Sakura. Giving a mental sigh as he built up the courage to approach the red haired man, he decided it would be better for Aya to take out his anger on him rather than the girls. Running a brazen hand through his already ruffled locks, the brunette moved up next to Aya. "Aya, Sakura's here." There was no response. "Are you gonna go with her?"

"No," Aya said, surprisingly soft, that it made Ken jump a little.

"Just don't be too harsh on her, okay, Aya?" Ken said.

"You really care about how she feels, don't you?" Aya asked.

"She's a nice girl and I don't want to see her get hurt, again," Ken said, remembering how she had been attacked and her kidney taken.

"Aya-kun!" Both men turned at the obnoxious noise from the younger female calling the elder male's name. "So are you gonna take Sakura to the prom?" Ouka asked.

"Sakura, can I talk to you outside?" Aya asked.

"Um, yeah," Sakura nodded, and followed the red haired man out of the front door. As soona s the door shut Aya turned to face her.

"I can't go with you, Sakura." Aya kept his face blank and emotionless. "There's just too much going on right now. I don't have the time."

"I understand," Sakura said softly. "Thank you for considering it, though. Arigatou gozaimasu."

Aya opened the door and let Sakura in ahead of him. "Let's go, Ouka," she said. Ouka looked at her friend then to AYa and gave hima dirty look before following Sakura out of the shoppe.

The four Weiss watched the two females' departure. "She took it exceptionally well," Yoji said, breaking the momentary silence.

"Yeah, I guess Aya brokeit her easy," Omi said. "Aya, thanks for not upsetting her horribly," The dark blonde smiled at him.

"I had told her before that I had felt nothing for her. I still don't, and unlike some people, I think she understands that." The red haired man said returning to his work. "Besides, we have a mission to finish. We can't waste time on something so stupid."

The other three men continued to work around the shoppe until closing time. "Omi, you're going to work on finding out where Schwarz is holding Scorpion," Aya said. "Yoji, you help him. Ken, get ready, we're looking around Tokyo." The red head disappeared into his room to prepare for the continuance of their mission.

The two blondes seated themselves before the computer. Omi began searching for possible locations. Ken sighed mentally, but was glad that he could go out and look with Aya. Sitting around at home and staring at a computer screen with Omi all night would bore him to death. He headed off to his room to prepare for the search.

Tapping an alabaster hand against the door, the young red head awaited a response. Somebody was standing outside the door, he could feel their presence. The door before him was locked from the outside, the room itself was made of concrete. He felt like he was trapped in a tomb, a tomb made just for him.

A soft click echoed in the still darkness and a small figure was made a silhouette in the bright light behind it. "Nani?" the soft voice asked.

It was the young one, Taxx knew. "IS there anything to drink?" he asked.

"Hai," the boy nodded and held out a hand. A tray floated gently through the air and to the red haired man's hands. There was a plate of food and a glass of water on it. When you're finished let me know." The door shut encasing the man in darkness again.

Seating himself on the floor, he picked at the food on his plate, finding it most unsavory to say the least. Taking the glass of water, he brought the cool liquid to his lips and let it slide down his parched throat.

You don't like Crawford's cooking, liebe? A voice called to him.

Ah, the telepath. Traxx replied, focusing his thoughts in one direction. May I ask one question, onegai?

Yeah, sure.

Why am I here? What is it that you want of me, really?

What I want or you, liebe, or what Essett wants? The nasal voice asked ina hinting tone.

You're intent for my capture. What is it?

You're like us.

I am not a kidnapper forcing people to work under me.

Heh. Pleasantries are your specialty, aren't they? You are more like Abysinnian than I thought. The German laughed. You'll see what Essett haws in store for you, liebe, gutennacht.

Traxx cursed under his breath as he found himself once again dumbfounded for the true reason for his capture. Like them? He couldn't understand why his powers would be considered anything like theirs. His were powers used for the dead, and theirs were powers used for simpler things for themselves. A telepath and a telekinetic, he knew. He wondered what the other two's powers would be.

Silence filled the vehiclea s the two men rode through the night, no one saying a word. They had searched at least a hundred buildings that night. Not a trace of Schwarz could be found anywhere. Omi had sent them many possible locations, but each one had nothing to do with them. This was going to be a long day. The sun was coming up and not a single one of them had been to sleep yet.

Aya stared at the road as he headed back to their home on the other side of the district. Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Ken seated comfortably in the passenger seat of his Porsche. The brunette was obviously tired, and nearly asleep leaning against the door, his face resting on the glass.

He had been a jerk to Ken for the last few days, and he knew it. Aya hadn't meant to be so mean, but with everything that had been going on, he couldn't help it. Losing their target had not helped his mood lately, either, and then the thing with Sakura…

He released a deep sigh as he pulled into the drive way. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Looking over he saw that Ken had fallen asleep on the ten minute ride home. Instead of waking the brunette, he walked around to the passenger side of the car and lifted the sleeping Siberian from the car. Carrying the younger male into the shoppe wasn't very difficult. Ken weighed a lot less than he looked.

Aya carried the brunette into his room, surprisingly not tripping and killing both of them on the way. He lay the boy on the bed and looked around the room. He made a mental note to tell Ken to clean his room later, it was a pig's sty. Leaving the younger male to rest, he left, heading downstairs.

"I don't like where things are going," Crawford said to the elite of Essett.

"We have everything for the ritual," said the older male on the left.

"Yes," Crawford said with a slight bow, "And everything for the ritual is going as planned. All that remains is the building, which will begin construction in a few short weeks."

"Then what concerns you, Crawford?" the elder woman asked.

"I am concerned at the need of a necromancer. There is no need for him in the ritual."

"No, there is not, but to gain control and power there is," the man on the right said.

"I see." Crawford said. "Then my concerns are no longer relevant. I believe I know where this is going." With a bow, the American walked away.

Climbing into his white car, he sat and thought. Essett wishes to use Scorpion for gaining control over Japan and then more. Heh. Heh. Old fools. The American sped away towards the current Schwarz HQ and necromancer holding.