Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 06 ( Chapter 6 )

 

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Chapter 06

 

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“You're late.” Wu Fei accused, not looking up from his paperwork.

 

The blonde sighed as he shut the Chinese Preventer's office door. “Are you going to condemn me for each fault I may display, no matter how petty it is?”

 

“Being punctual isn't petty, nor is it a difficult thing to request.” Sharp ebony eyes lifted to lock onto the smaller teen, “You look like hell.” Wu Fei announced, surprised, “Something wrong?”

 

Shaking his head, Quatre sank into the chair across from his partner's desk, “Long night.” He simply stated, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “I had an… unexpected visitor that wouldn't leave.”

 

“Surely you could have called security to remove them?” The Chinese boy leaned back in his chair.

 

“They can't remove what's not physically there.” Quatre dismissed. “Can we not talk about this? I apologize for being late, but I'm here now, and if I'm not mistaken, we've got a missing kid to find.”

 

“Did you look over the information pack?”

 

“Yeah… This Nagi… He's something else to be able to survive what he has.”

 

Wu Fei stood and walked over to a tray on the other side of the room. “You believe the report?” He asked skeptically as he handed his partner a cup of tea.

 

“What's not to believe?” Quatre questioned accepting the beverage gratefully.

 

“The whole new-type bit. I don't buy it.” The Chinese boy said, taking his own cup of tea and sitting back down.

 

Quatre was silent for a few moments before asking, “Is it really so hard to accept? That some people have a special gift that exceeds normal perimeters?”

 

“I believe that they are nothing more than eccentric parlor tricks.”

 

“Oh.” The boy said quietly.

 

“Any thoughts as to where we should begin our investigation?” Wu Fei asked, leaning over and pulling up a file on his computer screen. After a moment of scanning the information, he looked back at the blonde. “I was thinking of interviewing the hospital staff of where he disappeared from.”

 

“Maybe…” Quatre bit his lower lip thoughtfully. “Wu Fei, have you ever heard of an organization called Kritiker?”

 

“Can't say that I have. Why?”

 

The other teen shook his head, “It's nothing.”

 

/”It's Not Nothing!”/ A voice hissed in the empath's mind, causing the young new-type to grimace.

 

“Winner? Something wrong?” Wu Fei raised an eyebrow.

 

/”It's a secret.”/ The voice warned.

 

“N-no… nothing's the matter…” Quatre stammered, hastily putting his teacup on the desk lest he drop it. “W-What about Weiss? Does that mean anything to you?”

 

“I know that it's German for white.” Wu Fei shrugged. “Can we get back to the case? You've wasted enough time.”

 

The blonde frowned at that, but said nothing.

 

Content that the smaller teen was going to remain on task, the Chinese boy continued, “I have a list of the staff that had access to and worked directly with the victim. They're expecting us in an hour.”

 

/”It's a waste of time.”/ The voice sneered. /”They won't tell you anything!”/

 

“SHUT UP!” The blonde snapped, grabbing his head.

 

“Winner!?” Wu Fei glared. “What is your problem!?”