Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 05 ( Chapter 5 )

 

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Chapter 05

 

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“So who did they kidnap?” The braided teen frowned, “One of your sisters?”

 

The boy on the screen shook his head, /“No, not one of them.”/

 

“Who then?” Duo demanded impatiently.

 

Quatre smiled faintly, /“ If I told you now, then that would ruin my story.”/

 

“Quat!”

 

/“I thought you wanted to hear me tell it?”/

 

“You're evil, ya know that?” Violet eyes glimmered with amusement.

 

/”If you want to talk about evil, then you should have met Schuldig.”/ The blonde shuddered.

 

“What happened?”

 

/” I returned home after my strange phone call, I decided to do a little digging of my own to find out as much as I could about the victim and the ones who hired the Preventers.”/ Quatre's soulful eyes took on a distant gaze.

 

“Quat?” Duo pressed, casting a glance at the peanut gallery, “What did you find?”

 

Refocusing on his friend's face, the empath blinked, / “The two things you hate, Duo… Secrets and Lies.”/

 

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Thin fingers flew across the keyboard as one information window popped up, was read through and discarded, after another. Anything that appeared to be a lead, quickly fizzled out into a discouraging dead-end. “Oh, Allah…” The Arabian breathed in frustration, “I'm going around in circles. This thing has more passwords than any system I've ever seen. What are they trying to hide, and who's hiding it?”

 

Taking a sip from luc-warm tea, the new-type leaned back in his chair as he skimmed over his information from the meeting that morning. “Naoe, Nagi… Fifteen years old… was discovered to have strong New-Type abilities including, but not limited to telekinesis, telepathy, and teleportation… Subject was acquired six months ago for strenuous testing as well as lessons on control… previous training at Rosen Kreuz…” The empath gasped as a chill ran up his spine. He had had his own little run in with THAT institution. If this Nagi had survived that place at such a young age, than he was indeed a strong individual.

 

//”Nagi is very strong.”// an echoing voice whispered.

 

Quatre jumped, startled, and scanned the room for the source. “Who's there?” He demanded.

 

//”But at the same time, the Chibi is very vulnerable. Having a powerful mind can often result in a weak body.”//

 

The blonde's hands clenched. “WHERE are you!? SHOW yourself!”

 

//”I'm everywhere, my dear little empath… In your thoughts- In your mind… There's no where for you to hide.”//

 

“What do you want!?” The teen demanded, looking around for the culprit.

 

The voice said mischievously, //“I'm giving you a hint for your search Try looking up `Weiss' and `Kritiker'… Oh… and answer the phone. We'll be in touch.”//

 

Quatre found himself looking at the phone, just as it rang. Unnerved, he allowed the machine to pick up.

 

/”You've reached the office of Quatre Raberba Winner, CEO of Winner Enterprises. If you have a company related emergency, please press 1. If you have a question or a request, please press 2. If you would like to leave a message, please press 3 or stay on the line >Beep< “Quatre, you bastard!” A woman's angry voice ranted, “How did you get this number anyway? Fine time for you to be calling, Trowa's been gone for weeks-“/

 

“Catherine, what do you mean Trowa's been gone?” The teen demanded snatching up the phone, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. “Where did he go?”

 

“I thought he was going to see you.” The trapeze artist glared. “I got tired of his moping and told him not to come back until it was settled… Haven't you seen him? He left three weeks ago.”

 

The blonde frowned, “I was hoping…” he murmured. “Damn…”

 

“Quatre, what is it? Did something happen to Trowa?” The woman's voice became accusing, “I swear that if anything has happened to him... there won't be any amount of Gundam Training that will save you!”

 

“Catherine, please.” The empath tried to calm. “I have seen Trowa -This morning in fact.”

 

“Then why the hell are you calling?”

 

Biting his lower lip, the former 04 sighed, “He was… acting strange… Did he say anything to you before he left?”

 

“… Now that you mention it… he did leave a message for you… I was supposed to forward it to you…” The phone fell silent with the exception of a faint rustling of drawers and papers. “Here it is…” Catherine announced as she returned to the phone, “Give me a moment and I'll send it to you. Is your email still the same?”

 

“Yes.” Quatre replied, opening a window on my laptop and logging on. Within a few minutes, a message beeped alerting him to new mail. Skimming it over, the teen gasped, “Have you read this?” He asked.

 

“No. What do I care what he tells you?”

 

“Catherine, I need you to do me a favor.” Quatre shook his head. “Find out which port Trowa departed from as well as which flight and the destination. Something is very wrong here…”

 

“Quatre, what is it?”

 

“I have some things to check on, I'll call you later to see what you find.” The boy stated hanging up. Rereading the message from his friend, Quatre swore, “Damn you, Trowa… What the hell were you thinking?”

 

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Farfarello watched as their prisoner glare at them. Fierce defiance gleamed in emerald eyes. The Irish man's own golden eye narrowed with a rarely sane line of thought. With a bored sigh, he withdrew his knife and began to play with it.

 

“How's our guest?” Schuldig purred as he entered the room.

 

`This is boring…' the albino complained, `When's our next mission?'

 

/”You'd have to ask Brad, and you don't want to bother him right now. He's not been the same since they took the Chibi.”/

 

“Hn.”

 

A mischievous grin crossed the red-head's face as he heard the colorful thoughts from the prisoner. “Temper, Temper. I'm sure that you'd love to do all those violent things to me, but to be honest, I'm not your enemy.”

 

“If not us, then who?” The Irishman questioned.

 

/”Don't you know, Farf?”/ The German's own emerald eyes narrowed slightly.

 

A smirk crossed the masochist's face as his golden eye closed. “We'll make them pay.”

 

“Not until they return what belongs with us.” Schuldig warned, “And then they'll be begging for mercy.”

 

“And God will smite the wicked…”

 

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To be continued…