Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chasing Twilight ❯ Chapter Five: Gun Shy ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: I had intended to post this chapter over two weeks ago, but my computer caught a seriously devastating virus and I was without it for almost three weeks. As such, I was unable to do any typing, so I couldn't get this online. Sorry for the delay. I hope this chapter is quality enough to make up for that!

Chasing Twilight

By: Banshee Puppet

Chapter Five: Gun Shy

Schuldich paced. He knew he'd been drugged because of the tickling sensation in the back of his mind. It took him almost half-an-hour to realize that he was in the cell alone.

'Omi!' he wondered why he was so concerned, but that didn't last long as he attempted to assault a guard for information, and when that didn't work, he began pacing and trying to find the boy's mind in the midst of hundreds of others.

"Damnit! Omi, where the hell are you?" the red-head complained. 'We've got to escape together, you know, you sexy little misfit, so don't go ruining my plans.'

"Omi? Well that is interesting," a voice behind him said.

Schuldich spun about. He had thought he was alone. No sound traveled through the door or walls. He could only assume that meant that wherever they were, it was residential-there were other houses around, or the precaution would be superfluous and entirely wasteful.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked the man, giving him an abbreviated once over. Trench coat, leather pants, and it looked as if he was wearing makeup. 'A real queen, aren't you?' he thought wryly.

Kosaka didn't deign to answer the question. "So, they screwed up again, did they? Not that it matters. Any boy would do. Is he someone important to you, this Omai."

"Omi," Schuldich corrected, glaring bitterly. He tried to get inside this man's mind, but it made no sense. Everything was so far outside the realms of his understanding of the world that he couldn't figure out what was going on. It was a mind full of swords and betrayal and something like loyalty, hunger… He couldn't make heads or tails of it. 'What are you?' his mind corrected. Who didn't matter half as much as that. This man was different in a way far beyond what even someone like the telepath could fathom. He didn't think it was like Schwarz with their powers. The thought process seemed…entirely too long and far away, he supposed. Was Omi important to him? Of course, he was his favorite enemy.

"Then you should start grieving now," Kosaka said. "Whoever he is, he's probably going to die."

"Don't underestimate him. It would be a mistake."

Kosaka smirked knowingly. "He's only a dweller spirit," he said amusedly. "It's not as if he'll chase me through eternity. Your confidence is endearing. Stupid, but endearing."

"Who-what the hell are you?" Schuldich demanded again.

"My name is Kosaka Danjoh, and I am a possessor."

"A what??"

"A possessor. It's pretty much what it sounds like, a soul that never dies, taking over the lives of unborn children, generation after generation, until such a time as our purposes are complete."

"A demon? You can't be serious," Schuldich laughed.

Kosaka ran a finger along the telepath's jaw. "Read my mind if you don't believe me," Kosaka teased, his face only inches from the other man's. "Or your friend's. What was his name again?" He moved toward the door and opened it in preparation of exiting. "Ah, yes, I remember now…Bradley."

He pulled the door open fully as the guards tossed in a rather disheveled Omi. The young man's shirt was missing, Schuldich noticed, and his torso was riddled with bruises-nothing too harsh, but some scratches and black and blues that were going to hurt like hell when he woke up.

"Say your goodbyes, gentlemen," Kosaka taunted. "By tomorrow night, at least one of you will no longer be counted among the living." Off-handedly, he added, "You'll have your privacy tonight though, if you want to make use of it." It was a suggestive comment, but Schuldich could put the privacy to other uses. Oh, he wouldn't complain about having a bit of extra time for…heh, play, but… 'Who am I kidding? No way he's up for fooling around. Sad though, probably wont get a better chance, or another one for that matter.'

When Kosaka left, the red head leaned over Omi and shook him gently. "Hey," he started as the brunette flinched and struggled out from under the light touch.

"Didn't realize that you were gun shy, kitten," he soothed as best he could. 'You've always been a strong one, sexy. What did they do to you?'

Omi's mind whispered one simple word: 'hurts.'

*#*

Ran frowned. Ken paced. Yohji was practically smoking two cigarettes at a time and everyone was too stressed to kick him out into the yard. When Sakura entered the Koneko, she found the kitchen drowning in the smell of tobacco and stale coffee.

"Geez, you three look like you killed a kitten or something. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Omi never came home after the party," Ken told her morosely. "He's missing."

"Oh-oh God. Where do you think?"

"We don't know. Without Omi…we don't know anything about computers. Tracking him down…" Yohji shoved his fingers through his hair with a disgruntled sigh.

"I have an idea," Sakura said. "You're not going to like it, but…"

Ran knew exactly what was coming. It was a migraine in the form of a computer-literate telekinetic. He sighed heavily. "Call him."

*#*

Nagi tried to sneak in quietly after spending his first night away from the apartment-and cursed under his breath when the cell phone rang.

"Hello?" he whispered.

"Sorry to call so early, Nagi," Sakura said. "Did I wake you?"

"Haven't gone to sleep yet," he replied quietly.

"We need a computer expert. Can you meet me at the Library when it opens? Not to cut into your beauty sleep, but it's kind of important."

"What's wrong?"

"Omi is missing. You'll help, right?"

"I'll see you soon," he replied, thinking, 'better not tell the others that I'm helping Weiss,' as he hung up the phone.

"You were out late," Crawford said evenly.

Nagi jumped. He hadn't seen Crawford leaning tiredly against the counter that broke up the living room and kitchen. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words.

"Schuldich is also missing," Crawford stated. "I believe they were captured together. Take a shower and get changed. I'll drive you."

Nagi knew better than to disagree with a guy who could see the future as it happened.

"Why would Bombay and Schuldich be together?" Nagi asked as he packed up his laptop.

"That, I don't know," Brad said, grabbing his keys off the counter. Crawford wasn't about to say that he had a rather disturbing vision about just that, a vision that would change everything. 'Don't become entangled with him Schuldich. He'll be the end of you.'

It had disturbed him, the way he had seen Schuldich holding the young man in his vision, the way he protected Bombay, his enemy, and a vision of intense and unyielding hatred in what should be gentle, innocent eyes. 'Is it you that he'll come to hate so much? Lover, you've had some bad ideas, but don't do this.'

Lover. In truth, Brad called him that out of habit. They had other partners on occasion, and neither minded the others promiscuities, and they weren't in love, not even remotely, but they would lay together somewhat regularly. It was mutually beneficial relationship that neither questioned. They were dear friends, and Crawford was certain that the future was going to take a bad turn.

*#*

Nagi picked up the phone and dialed Sakura's number. "Sakura, it's Nagi. I'll meet you at the Koneko, alright? Brad is driving me. He says Schu is missing also. There may be a connection."

"Alright Nagi, I'll warn the others. See you soon."

"See you."

Hanging up the phone, Sakura turned to the three agitable Weiss. "He's going to come here," she said. "And Crawford is coming with him."

"WHAT? Why?" Yohji, as expected, flipped out.

"Apparently, Schuldich is also missing, that jerk," she added the last as a side thought, remembering how she'd almost killed Ran thanks to him. "He seems to think there's a connection."

'If he thinks it's connected, it probably is,' Ran sighed mentally.

Ken was about to protest, much as his lover had done, when Ran sighed heavily and pushed off the counter, reaching up into the cabinet for the coffee he'd ground the previous morning. "We'll just have to work together for now, then. We have no choice." He wasn't happy about it, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was what it was, and Nagi was the only person they knew who had any hope of finding answers. 'Working with Schwarz,' the redhead thought. 'Is the world ending?'

*#*

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That chapter seems short to me for some reason, but I guess it isn't…it's like five pages…that's about my norm…*shrugs* Anyway, this is the last COMPLETED chapter that I have written. The next one is long and I've been brain-farting on it a lot because I'm due for some actual plot…*smirk* and well, that means I have to think out some details for my mental rough sketch, but I hope to have it done soon. Well, anyway, this story is gonna be pretty long. As I'm thinking of it, this whole "Omi and Schuldich get kidnapped" thing is really only like, an introduction…it's not even the main plot…at least, I don't think it is. Meh, I'm going to have to grab myself one of my fanfic buddies to rant with and hash this out a bit more before I continue…but I do believe about 75-80% of the next chapter is already hand-written and ready for typing, so it shouldn't be too too long.

Wilyfox34: Thank you for your thoughts on my worries about Takaya from the last chapter. That was the scene I was thinking of when I was writing that chapter, when he's standing there on the docks with Naoe's jacket on. I'm glad that I pulled off what I was trying to, in that case. I hope I can continue to write all the characters from these two series effectively. In truth, this is my first time writing most of these characters, so I'm not really sure about them, but I think I'm doing okay. Mostly I worry about my Takaya and my Chiaki, but I think that they're okay so far.

I am very pleased that the MoB readers at mm.org seem to be enjoying this story so far and hope I can continue to entertain you in the future. I really love the series, and hope that I come to love writing MoB fanfic regularly in the future, not just crossovers using it, but I guess that only time will tell. I don't know, but I'm really liking the pairings for this fic so far. Schuldich mooning over Omi while lying to himself about it being purely physical is just disturbing enough to be priceless, and I feel awful for poor Chiaki! He's going to have to get some serious lovin' later to make up for all his misery! haha. Even Takaya and Naoe are fun to write, which is odd for me, because I very rarely write traditional couples. Meh, but everyone loves Takaya and Naoe, and the series left their relationship so very unfulfilled! There just HAD to be more to what happened between them. So, we resort to fanfic to fill in those gaps. Well, I guess that's fine though! It keeps me nice and busy, especially when I'm at work and all bored out of my mind. I just see it as getting paid to entertain the masses…and answer the phone… …heh. Well, I'm going to stop babbling now. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to have another one for you very soon! Sorry! I'm just having fun with this story…the hyperness will wear off…eventually…

Until next time, Happy Haunting,

~Banshee Puppet~