Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

 

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Chapter 12

 

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“Shimatta…” a strained voice cursed, wide chocolate orbs searching for an escape route. “It's all blocked up…”

 

“What now?” A quiet whisper murmured as the small teenager moved to help his partner. “We can't stay here, we'll be caught.”

 

“We wait.” A cold commanding voice stated, calculating eyes shifting between the two younger members of his team. Their conditions were difficult to determine in the dim lighting of their hiding place. The leader of Weiss could tell that his lover was bleeding badly and trying very hard not to let Bombay know. The little kitten was covered in bruises and minor cuts, but otherwise seemed fine. As for Yohji…

 

“For how long, Aya?” The oldest of them demanded his anger seemingly tangible. His behavior had seemed off lately. Short tempered, rashly violent instead of the usual calm and aloof mannerisms of Yohji. “Omi's right. We'll get caught if we stay here.”

 

“…”

 

“Koi…” Violet met Chocolate. After a brief exchange of silent words that only two soul mates could understand, a mutual decision was reached.

 

“Bombay…” Aya began, his gaze never leaving his lover's, “Call Protégé.”

 

Cerulean eyes lit up with relief and anxiousness before closing in silent concentration. Like Aya and Ken, He and Nagi had their own means of communicating without words. It wasn't telepathy, as none of them were gifted with that ability; it was more like two destined souls connecting, exchanging a feeling or desire and understanding the need. It was as if the two souls merged into one and were the only things in existence.

 

//'Nagi… Koi…'//

 

/'I'm here, Omi. Are you alright? How was the mission?'/

 

//'We need your help… We're trapped.'//

 

/'I'll be right there…'/

 

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Omi burst awake, sweat streaming along his skin as his breath hitched against his pounding heart. That same nightmare haunted him night after night since the disappearance of his lover.

 

A shudder ran down his spine, bringing a cry of anguish from his lips as he flopped back onto the bed, burying his face in his lover's pillow. `Nagi…'

 

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“Omi?” Ken's worried voice called as he rattled the doorknob. “Omi? Open the door.”

 

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“What the fuck is all that noise?” Yohji demanded, growling from his doorframe.

 

“It's Omi…” The brunette tried the door again, “He locked it! OMI!”

 

“You shouldn't do that.” The blonde glared. “If it's locked, it's for good reason. Stop babying him and let him cope.”

 

“Omi isn't you, Yohji.” Ken snapped, “He can't pretend that he isn't hurting! That it's okay! He needs us!”

 

“You think so?” Balinese sneered, lighting a cigarette as he sauntered over toward the shorter boy. Pushing his teammate against the door, he blew smoke in Ken's face as he rubbed his bony hips against the former athlete suggestively. “Or maybe you need him?”

 

The former soccer player coughed, his face turning a pale shade of green. “W-What are you doing? S-stop it! Y-Yo-gasp- ”

 

“He's almost an adult. He needs to act like one.”

 

“W-what happened to wanting to preserve as much of his innocence as we could?” Ken whispered, cringing away from the imposing figure.

 

“Can't preserve what isn't there.” The blonde breathed into the former soccer player's ear, before retreating back into his room and leaving the brunette in the hall, shaken.

 

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The Chinese boy groaned as he slowly came to. “What the hell happened?” He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. “How the hell did I end up out here?”

 

“WHAT THE HELL!? AAAAAAAAAAAUGH…”

 

“Quatre!?” He called, his hand reaching for his hidden holster as he burst into the hospital room. Skidding to a halt at the image that greeted him, the seasoned warrior felt his stomach somersault.

 

The thin blonde, whose body seemed to be swallowed by the too large hospital garments he was dressed in, stood in the midst of three unconscious heaps of man flesh. Quatre's skin seemed to be glowing dimly, though his eyes appeared to be void of life.

 

Tentatively, Wu Fei approached the empath, “Quatre?”

 

“They're dead.”

 

The response was so quiet, that Chang almost didn't hear it. “Winner, what happened? Report!”

 

“More are coming…”

 

“Who?”

 

“Them…”

 

Wu Fei turned to look in the direction towards which Quatre had indicated. The doorway was blocked by six men, two of which were dressed as patients, one as a security guard and the last three as orderlies.

 

Raising his weapon against the threat, the Chinese warrior was surprised by his partner's protesting outburst, “NO!”

 

“Why?”

 

“They're puppets!” Quatre tried to explain, his gaze full of life once more, reflecting a conflict of emotions. “They aren't in control of their own actions. Someone is forcing them against their will.” Azure eyes pleaded with onyx, “They're innocent, Wu Fei!” Shutting his eyes, he begged, “I can feel them…”

 

With a frustrated sigh, the agent lowered his gun, “What do you suggest? Willing or not, they'll kill us!”

 

“We can't fight them… so we have to retreat.” A flash of pain crossed the injured boy's face before he began to sink to his knees, his energy spent. “We have to find the Puppeteer… only then can we save them!”

 

“Fine!” Chang agreed, catching his partner before his partner could completely collapse. Draping a pale arm across his shoulders, Wu Fei supported the weakened teen's weight. “Let's go!”

 

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The Weiss kitten cringed as he listened to his teammates argue. Swirled in with his sorrow, was an underlying guilt of letting his family down. Yohji was right to hate him. He was so weak and useless now.

 

“Nagi…” He whispered, fighting off more tears.

 

/”How long are you going to lie there doing nothing? Wasting valuable time?”/

 

Cerulean eyes widened as a gasp escaped from his throat. “Schuldig…?”

 

/”You promised me that you would look after him.”/ The voice in his head rang with accusations, /”You promised me that you wouldn't allow them to get a hold of him!”/

 

“Schuldig… I-I…”

 

/“Tell me why two Preventers are doing all they can to save him while you hide in the dark like a cowardly child?”/

 

“I thought you were the one who took him.” Omi replied lamely, trying to find an acceptable excuse.

 

/”Don't be absurd.”/ The German sneered, appearing in the teen's open window. /”Why would I hurt the Chibi?”/

 

“He chose me and Weiss over you.”

 

/”… So he did...”/

 

Omi fell silent.

 

”So are you going to be a man and rescue your lover? Or are you going to sit there sniveling like a snot nose brat?”

 

Bombay looked up at the figure standing in his window. “I'm going to find Nagi.” He promised. “I'll bring him back.”

 

“I'll hold you to that, Kid.” Schuldig nodded, offering his hand to his enemy. “The Preventers can't do this alone. The ones who took Nagi are after the empath. If they get a hold of that one… all of Earth and the colonies will be in danger.”

 

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To be continued…