Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 08 ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

 
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Chapter 08
 
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“Konnichiwa. I am Tsukiyono Omi” A sandy haired boy greeted quietly from a corner in the dimly lit room. “What can I do for you?”
 
“We're looking for a boy we believe you know.” Wu Fei started, “Naoe Nagi?”
 
The deeply rooted pain that name stirred in the depressed youth before them felt like knives were being driven into Quatre's heart. “Oh Allah…” he whispered, fighting to remain standing. “It's worse than I thought…”
 
“What did you want to know?” Omi asked, lifting his eyes to study them suspiciously.
 
“A-anything you can…” The new-type answered.
 
“You're like him, aren't you...” The boy observed. “A New-type?”
 
Swallowing, Quatre avoided his partner's sharp glare as he nodded, “Yes. How can you tell?”
 
“You're acting like you're in pain, but seem uninjured. Nagi told me that his old teammate would get that way when he was overwhelmed by something… He was a telepath.”
 
“I'm not telepathic…” The blonde explained, “I'm empathic.”
 
The boy pondered that, “That's not one I'm familiar with.”
 
“It means I can read other peoples emotions, and feel them as if they were my own. Sometimes stronger emotions cause me physical pain.”
 
“Oh… Then you should probably leave.” Omi whispered, “My emotions aren't in control right now.”
 
“I know. However, if I leave, I won't be able to get the information I need from you.” Quatre smiled gently, “You seem very familiar with New-Types. You come in contact with them frequently?”
 
“…” The younger teen thought about his answer carefully before replying, “The flower shop isn't my only job. In my other profession, and let's just leave it at that, I've crossed paths with several.”
 
“Is that how you met Nagi? Through this other job?” Quatre pressed.
 
“Yeah… He had a job similar to mine… only different.”
 
“You were enemies.” The empath realized. “That's why Ken and Aya don't seem that intent on locating him…”
 
“That's part of it… They weren't too thrilled when we got together; but they backed off when he switched sides…” A nostalgic look crossed the younger boy's face. “His team… and mine too… are not organizations that you can just… quit from. It comes with a very, very high price. For Nagi… It was an immediate death sentence. He didn't care… He just wanted to be with me.”
 
“So that's the other reason.” Wu Fei sighed, “They think he's been killed.”
 
Omi swallowed, “Even I have to admit that's what's probably happened… His team was furious when he left. Especially Schuldig. He felt betrayed… A couple of weeks after he moved in with me, my team received a mission that involved Nagi's old team. I tried to convince him to stay home, but he wanted to prove to the others that he really had changed sides and that this wasn't some sort of sick rouse to get behind our defenses. The minute they saw him, Hell broke loose and Nagi was badly injured.” He paused as he fought the mental images of his lover's blood and seemingly lifeless body.
 
“Easy, Omi…” Quatre grimaced as the grief began to consume the teen.
 
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Onyx eyes watched the blonde's hand steal to his chest, just over his heart, and start to rub it. With startled realization, Wu Fei recalled numerous incidents when his partner had done the same gesture, usually when there was high emotional tension. “Nataku… he was telling the truth…”
 
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“We took him to a clinic that was run by our organization.” Omi sniffled, “I went and visited him everyday. His physical wounds had healed, but Schuldig did something to his mind… that Nagi wasn't able to wake up. Then… last week, someone broke into his room and kidnapped him…” The teen shook his head, “And now he's gone…”
 
“Omi… You think this Schuldig is the one who kidnapped Nagi?” Wu Fei asked, placing a supporting, comforting, gentle hand on his partner's shoulder. Azure eyes met his gratefully, and seeming weary. Chang could feel something was happening. Quatre was somehow drawing strength from him. He didn't understand it, but if it helped the one he cared about; then by all means, let the empath do what he needed to do.
 
The younger teen thought for a moment. “No… I don't… Schuldig was angry, but he still loved him.”
 
“Loved him? As in you were competition?” The raven haired Preventer raised an eyebrow.
 
A quiet, dry chuckle, “No... Nagi was like his little brother. Schuldig basically took care of him… They were family.”
 
“Omi,” Quatre began, “If you don't think it was Schuldig, do you know who?”
 
Darkness clouded the teen's eyes as he looked away from the Preventers. “The mission we were working on… It was directed by a subgroup of Rosen Kruetz.”
 
“Did you say Rosen Kruetz!?” Quatre exclaimed.
 
“Yes?” The boy looked startled. “This new faction is going by the name `New World's Future'. The NWF has been kidnapping male new-types and bringing them to a place on the . For what reason, we don't know… but every single one of them that have been found… are dead.” Omi studied the empath, “You know Rosen Kruetz?”
 
“Hai… I was sent there as a small child. My father was under the pretense that it was an academy for training new-types to control their abilities… Mine at the time was anything but controlled…”
 
“How did you escape?” The boy asked wide-eyed.
 
“I don't know… I don't remember.” Quatre shook his head dismissively, “Nagi was from that place too?”
 
“Yes, his team rescued him when he was younger.”
 
“One last thing, before we go… Could you describe Schuldig for us?”
 
“You can't miss him; he's the only red-head German in Japan that I know of. He's cocky and crude. Usually wears green. He's taller than Yohji… about 6'2”, I think…”
 
“That's great.” Quatre smiled. “You've been a great help.”
 
“Uh… Just to let you know… the boys that NWF have been targeting are all under twenty and have all attended Rosen Kruetz… You may be a target, Mr. Winner.”
 
Azure met Onyx with that startling revelation. “Thanks, kid, we'll be on guard.” Wu Fei promised, squeezing the hand that continued to rest on Quatre's shoulder.
 
“Even if it's just his body… I would be forever grateful if you would find Nagi…”
 
“We'll do our best, Omi.” The blonde smiled one last time before leaving. “You have my word…”
 
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Wu Fei didn't know whether to be concerned that his partner and secret love suffered as he did, or to be royally pissed off that the other hadn't confided in him.
 
“You can feel both, you know…” Quatre whispered, pausing before he got into the car. “I appreciate your concern. It's really not that bad… it just gets overwhelming sometimes. I've learned to block the majority of what I receive… and as for being angry… I'm not sure why that is…”
 
“You've kept something like this a secret and you don't know why I'm angry?”
Wu Fei glared, trying to bury the more sentimental emotions he felt stirring for the blonde with something stronger. Now that he was aware that Quatre could actually detect them, he had to make sure that they were deeply hidden. He gasped as a thought struck him, `What if he's already sensed it…?'
 
“Honestly, if I had told you, do you really think that you would have taken me seriously? I mean, you said it yourself, `Nothing but elaborate parlor tricks', right? So why should I have told you? So you could have something else to ridicule me for?” The empath was becoming upset, “Well, there you go! Have at it! Let me know how weak I am! How worthless!”
 
“Quatre…” Wu Fei shook his head, a wave of guilt washed over him.
 
“J-Just… LEAVE ME ALONE!” The blonde screamed, grabbing his head, and falling to his knees. “Stop… Stop it… STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!”
 
“QUATRE!” The Chinese boy shouted, grabbing his partner's shoulders and giving him a sharp shake. “Get a grip! What did I do!?”
 
“Fei…” The blonde blinked, gasping for breath. “I… I have to get out of here…”
 
“Come on… I'll take you home…” Wu Fei offered, taking the smaller teen's hand. Mutely, the empath nodded, allowing himself to be settled in the car.
 
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To be continued…