Disclaimer: I own nothing except Shane Alexander.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, implied yaoi, random strangers dying... the usual
Author notes: I'm an exchange student in Germany. My mothertongue is English, but because I've been in Germany for 8 months, my English is beginning to suffer. Cut me some slack. I will triple edit to catch as many mistakes as possible.
Kitten Number 5
A few hours later, the boy began to stir.
"Guys!" Omi called. He was currently on watch duty.
Upon hearing the voice, the boys' eyes shot open and he attempted to sit up, but due to the ropes around his arms, wrists and legs, he just managed to fall onto the floor. "Untie me you fuckers!" His voice was muffled since he was facedown in the carpet.
"Not until he get answers," Ken said as he pulled the boy back onto the sofa by his hair. The boy hissed in pain. "Think that hurts? Try having your head slammed in a door." Ken gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"Ken! Don't treat him so roughly!" A female voice said sternly. The boy looked around for the source of the voice. There, in the corner of the room stood a redhead with legs a mile long. "Persia's orders." She added when she noticed Ken's dirty look.
"And speaking of Persia," Yohji started as the lights dimmed and the TV screen lit up. They were met with the same mysterious shadow like everytime, and once greetings had been exchanged Persia asked for the boy to be brought forward.
"What is your name?" Persia asked the boy. "Keep in mind you're tied up in a room with four trained assassins who're quite upset with what you've done to them previously."
Almost immediatley after saying this, the boy blurted out, "Shane Alexander!" Persia asked him if it was really his name. "Yes! God, I swear! I have my American driver's license in my wallet. It's in my back-right pocket."
"That won't be nescessary. You seem to realize the consequences of lying. Who do you work for?" Persia continued.
"No one. I'm a mercenary, infiltrator, assassin... you name it, I do it." Shane said taking a deep breath.
"What was your mission and who hired you?"
"My mission was to find out as much as possible about Weiss Kreuz a.k.a. the 'four cats'. I was to leave them all alive, but use force if nescessary. I don't know who hired me. He'd contact me by letters that were left while I was asleep," Shane soon realized how ludicrious his story sounded. "I swear thats the truth! I don't know who he is! I don't even know if it's a he!" By this point, Shane's breath was getting uneven and tears were starting down his face.
"Don't worry, I believe you. What did you learn?" Amusement seemed to dance in Persia's eyes.
"I learned that the four men employed by 'Koneko' are assassins of the group Weiss Kreuz employed by Kritiker. Comprising Weiss Kreuz are: Fujimiya Aya, codename Abyssinian, age 21. Hidaka Ken, codename Siberian, age 19. Kudou Yohji, codename Balinese, age 21. Tsukiono Omi, codename Bombay, age 17." Shane recited the information like clockwork.
The four men were shocked. How had he managed to learn so much?
"Impressive. How did you learn this?" Persia pressed further.
"I found files under a mattress in one of the bedrooms. The room as quite neat and there was a large computer in it. I tried the computer, but there was too much protection on it," Shane closed his eyes and began to calm himself.
"Omi!" Ken yelled. The yound blonde blushed and looked down. Aya and Yohji were glaring at him as well.
"Sorry! I was doing paperwork last night, and I got really tired so I went to bed. This morning, I didn't have time to refile it before I left for school so I shoved them under the mattress thinking they would be okay! I was wrong! I made a mistake," Omi said apologizing.
Ken, Aya and Yohji began to berate their teammate for his carelessness until Persia cleared his throat signaling for quiet.
"Impressive for someone so young." Shane blushed and murmured a quick thank you. "Manx, his money." The redhead nodded when he said this and picked up a suitcase she had carried in with her. She set the suitcase before Shane and opened it. Inside were stacks of American bills. "You will find that all $200,000 are present. I am a man of my word."
Shane was dumbstruck. Weiss was just as confused.
"You?" Shane asked. Persia nodded. "Why?"
"I've heard stories of a young mercenary's skill. I wanted to find out if the rumors were true or not. They are." Shane's jaw dropped. "Manx, untie him." She did as told.
Shane stood up uneasily and stretched to get the blood flowing back into his limbs. "The money is really mine?" Shane asked cautiously.
"It is... and along with the money, I'm offerring you an opportunity to join Weiss." Persia laced his fingers in front of his face.
A split second later, Shane shook his head. "Nuh-uh. I don't do sides. Exactly why I'm a mercenary."
Persia sat back. "Well, you have two options, as I see it. Take your money and leave. But remember, you know too much now. Much too much. We WILL be after you and we WILL follow you until you have been subdued. We can't let Weiss's presence be known to the world, afterall." Shane narrowed his eyes at this. He understood exactly what was going on. "Or, you can stay, keep the money and join Weiss. Either way, you get the money. Would you like to reconsider now?"
Shane laughed in a frustrated manner. "Well I'm fucked, aren't I? I can fight your guys again and possibly come out on top... but that's assuming you don't have more underlings, and I'm assuming you have more. On the other hand, I can stay and split future profits." He put a hand against his forehead and thought for a moment. "You win," he said silently. Weiss looked far from pleased.
"Wonderful! Omi, put a file together for Shane immediately. And to Weiss as a whole, Shane is your team member now. Treat him as you treat each other. That is all." With this being said, Persia disappeared from the screen and the lights in the room began to come back on.
Shane looked around nervously. Aya looked at him indifferently. Yohji gave him a look of distrust. Ken appeared to be downright pissed and Omi looked nervous. Manx approached him. "I can take the money. Kritiker will set up a bank account for you. I will make sure this is deposited." Manx smiled warmly and wrestled the money from Shane's hands. He opened his mouth to say something before Manx cut him off. "We'll make sure your other funds are transferred into this account as well." Shane closed his mouth and looked at the floor. She then left.
After five minutes of akward silence, Aya went upstairs, Yohji followed him muttering something about needing a cig, Ken flopped onto the sofa and turned on a soccer game. The noise of the TV filled the room until Omi approached Shane.
"Could you come with me so we can get your file filled out?" Omi asked nervously but warmly. Shane nodded. He followed Omi to another part of the basement. Filing cabinets lined the walls and a lone computer sat at a dask. Omi booted up the computer and gestured for Shane to sit next to him.
Once the computer was running, Omi began his questions. "Alright... Full name in the order of last, first and then middle."
"Alexander, Shane Elaeus." Omi gave him a puzzled look when he said his middle name. "It's the name of a Greek village in some myth. My mom was huge into mythology. Spelled E-L-A-E-U-S." Omi nodded and typed away.
"Birthdate please."
"January 18th, 1992"
"You're 17?" Omi questioned. "You look to be about 19."
Shane laughed. Omi smiled. Shane's laugh was pleasant. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Here's my lisence for proof." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an American license. Omi nodded.
"Alright then... Nationality?"
"German. I'm from the US, but my grandparents immigrated from Germany. My mom managed to find a German man, so I'm 100% German." Shane explained. Omi recorded this on the computer.
"Bloodtype?"
"O+."
"Perfect... if any of us lose too much, we can just go to you...," Shane smiled at the comment and nodded. Omi rambled off more questions until he reached profficiencies. "How do you fight?"
"Well, I prefer stilettos and the like, but I'm decent at hand-to-hand. I've been trained in Muay Thai boxing." Omi whistled.
"Very nice. How good are you with knives would you say?" And before Omi could even finish asking this question, Shane had already whipped out his concealed knife and pressed the flat part to Omi's throat. Omi swallowed hard.
"That good," Shane said with a devlish grin. He resheathed the knife and laughed. Omi laughed nervously too.
A half hour later, the two were done and they went back into the sitting area where Ken was still watching soccer. "Alright, I've got some homework to do now, but Ken can show you to our extra room which is techincally yours now. Right Ken?" Omi emphasized the last part and shoot Ken a look. Ken shot a look back, grumbled and stood up.
"Follow me," He said rudely to Shane. Omi gave Shane a sympathetic look and mouthed 'give it time' to him before he went off to do his homework. Ken led Shane back up through the flower shop, back up into the apartment and up one more set of stairs before going down a long hallway. He stopped at a door and pushed it open.
"The key is lying on the desk. You'll want to open up the windows to air out the room. We haven't used it in quite some time. That's my room, Yohji's, Aya's and Omi's. There's a bathroom. You'll be sharing with Yohji." He pointed to various doors as he said this. "Upstairs is a training room and gym. Downstairs is the kitchen, living room and as you already know, a second bathroom." Ken said the last part bitterly. He then turned to leave, but stopped when he heard Shane mutter something. "What was that?"
"I said I'm sorry. I was under orders. You would've done the same were you in my position. I had an obstacle and I needed to get around it." Shane looked at Ken as he said this. Ken sighed heavily and touched the bump on his head. He hadn't expected an apology.
"Apology accepted, kid. Don't think much of it, and more importantly, don't do it again... At least not to any of us. We're a team now." He smiled at Shane and extended his hand in a handshake. Shane grasped it firmly. With the handshake finished, an akward air set in. "Well... Dinner in 30. I'll holler when it's finished." Ken quickly went back downstairs and left Shane alone in his new room.
Shane stepped into the room and surveyed it. The walls were completely white and bare. A double bed was pushed against the wall underneathe one of the two windows. A bed side table stood next to it. Along the opposite wall, next to the door was a desk. The last empty wall had a built in closet. Shane stepped in and opened up the closet door. Plents of shelfspace and plenty of hanger space. He nodded in approval. He then opened the two windows and let in the cool night air of Tokyo. He flopped on his bed afterwards, closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
Maybe this team thing wasn't going to be so bad...
-End chapter 1-
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