Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 23 ( Chapter 24 )

 

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Chapter 23

 

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Blinking at the first light of morning, Quatre was surprised to find that he had caught a few hours of sleep. Careful not to disturb his lover, the empath eased away from the still sleeping teen and emerged from the abandoned building that had become their temporary shelter.

 

“Quatre!” Ginji greeted, glomping the younger teen.

 

“Morning, Ginj.” He replied, “Where is everyone?”

 

“Your pal had the last guard shift and those other guys have been over there all night.” Ban answered, pointing in the direction several yards away. “Red head demanded no interruptions.”

 

“What have they been doing?” The smaller newtype wondered as he accepted a granola bar from his friend.

 

The Jagan wielder shrugged, “Hell if I know.”

 

The Preventer frowned. Though he could sense no immediate threat to Omi, he could detect a great deal of stress and strain. Then a thought occurred to him. “Ano…” He began, causing the Get Backers to look at him, “Don't you think it's strange that we haven't been attacked?”

 

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The Weiss kitten sat cross-legged in front of the red-haired German, eyes closed. Sweat ran down his face and neck, soaking his jacket and shirt as he tried to concentrate.

 

/”Nagi?”/ Omi called out to his soul mate. With Schuldig's help, he could feel his efforts reaching a farther distance than before. His fragile hope renewed, the younger assassin kept trying. /“Koi?”/

 

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The telekinetic couldn't understand it. Shouldn't he be dead by now? Trapped in this dark abyss of nothingness, for far longer than possible and still survive without food and water.

 

But he was still here.

Waiting.

 

He had given up hope of ever being found- Of ever seeing his beloved again.

And now, he was slowly giving up hope on the possibility of death's deliverance.

 

Nagi huddled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his thin body. It had been so long, he couldn't even remember his lover's touch. That thought scared him. When he was alone like this, his memories were the only things keeping him sane… if he lost those…

 

/“Omi! Where are you!?”/ His heart cried out as far as it could, desperate to sense some semblance of familiarity.

 

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/“Omi! Where are you!?”/

 

Cerulean orbs flew open. “Nagi!” The young assassin gasped, tears filling his eyes, “He's alive! Oh, Kami! Schuldig, Nagi's alive!”

 

“I told you he was!” The telepath snapped, “Now don't let him go!”

 

/”Nagi! Koi!”/ Omi's spirit beckoned his lost lover.

 

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In the highest recesses of Babylon City, a bored tech moaned. Haru was always given the dullest jobs. It wouldn't be so bad if the Thread Wielder hadn't succumbed to the tranquilizer gas that had been filtered though his air supply.

 

“Hey, man.” Hatsu greeted his partner, lazily slumping on the chair. “Why they need two of us, I'll never know.”

 

“Beats me.” The first man shrugged, snapping his fingers and playing with the small flame that ignited at their tips.

 

The other chuckled as he blew along the palm of his hand, sending freezing shards of ice at the tiny ember. “Oh, well, did you bring the cards?”

 

“Did you bring your paycheck?”

 

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/”Nagi! Koi!”/

 

In the darkness, a small flicker of light.

However, instead of hope, it stirred fear in the secluded telekinetic.

Fear caused his hard-to-control power to react automatically.

 

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“So do you have any three's?” Hatsu asked, raising an eyebrow towards his opponent.

 

“Go Fi-“ The rest of Haru's sentence died as he and his partner stared in awe at their cards. “Oh, shit!”

 

They were floating several inches above the table.

And then the alarms sounded.

 

The powers of one of the newtypes in stasis had activated.

 

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/”Koi! It's me!”/ Omi's spirit voice pleaded as a translucent image of the youngest Weiss assassin took shape in front of the frightened newtype. /”Don't you know me?”/ He held out his hand.

 

Tentatively, the telekinetic took the hand. “Omi!” He exclaimed with relief, “You're here! You're really here!” With a cry, the smaller teen buried himself in his soul mate's chest, relishing in the comfort that the older assassin gave.

 

/“Sshh… it's alright…”/ Bombay tried to sooth, embracing the trembling boy as tightly as he could. /“I promise it'll be alright…”/

 

“It was so dark!” The telekinetic whispered. “I couldn't sense you at all!”

 

/“I know, but you must listen to me, Koi!”/ Omi pressed, forcing the other boy to meet his eyes./“I don't know how much longer I can stay. We are on our way to rescue you! Two Preventers, a Recovery Service, Schuldig and I are all going to find you! But you've got to hold on, Love.”/

 

“You're leaving!?” Nagi's voice cracked with barely contained panic.

 

/“I've found your soul, now I'll find where the rest of you is being imprisoned.”/ He held the newtype tightly, /“I will be back.”/

 

“O-okay…” The telekinetic nodded, “I'll be waiting… Just, please… hurry?”

 

/“I will, love. I will.”/ Omi pressed a desperate kiss against his other half's lips before he faded away, leaving the frightened teen alone once more.

 

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Hatsu and Haru stared at each other. “Think we should tell the Overseer?” The former asked the latter.

 

“My guess is that they already know…”

 

“What makes you say that?” The ice wielder questioned.

 

“How about that?” His fiery counterpart replied pointing out the window.

 

Turning to see what his partner was talking about, Hatsu's eyes grew big. “Shit.”

He swore.

 

The Hunters had been deployed.

 

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To be Continued…