Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Emotional Homicide ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: RoninObsessor 
Beginnings of death...
If you read the Prelude you should have a suspicious idea of what's going on so far.
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Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Updated On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 529 | Status: Completed
Beginnings of death...
If you read the Prelude you should have a suspicious idea of what's going on so far.
(if this doesn't upload correctly please tell me. if it stops after three paragraphs, it's been uploaded wrong)
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Updated On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 529 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, though I wish I owned a few...
A.N. - Yes, this is a YST x WK 'cause I love 'em to pieces. This is something I came up with a few days ago. I was inspired a little after watching Noir and it just sorta fits together. Don't ask me how, just read and review! Please? ^^
Warnings - mild sexual themes, shounen ai, mild language, angst... the usual?
Emotional Homicide
Chapter One
He pulled his shirt over his head and sighed. Picking up the clothes the people had given him, he sat down on his bed and continued to dress. They had stuffed a pair of silver pants and a dark blue tank top into his arms before exclaiming rather loudly how he was to dress in these clothes until futher notice.
'Strange,' He thought, 'They're all wearing business suits and they send me back in here with these.'
Laughing, he pulled his new shirt over his head. Maybe he didn't know where he was, but so far he was amused with their crazy antics. They had mentioned how it 'wasn't time yet' and that he would 'be called down later.' Of course he didn't know what they meant by these statements, he just went back to this room to get dressed as told.
He pulled his new shoes over his cold feet, finally. That young boy had thrown them in the room not too long ago, but he was thankful anyways. From what he could see, all the floors in the building were wooden and especially freezing. He'd wondered why they hadn't given him a shirt with sleeves, but he didn't want to ask.
Someone knocked on the door and opened it, slowly. The young boy walked back in and stood in front of him, "They want you downstairs now."
He nodded and followed the boy down the hall. The walls were painted a brick red color, that was all; no paintings or pictures to add any sense of creativity or style. Of course, the floors were wooden and his shoes squeaked and randomly left marks on it's surface. The boy flinched each time his shoes caught the ground and he almost couldn't hold in his laugh.
"It's a shame." The boy started down a staircase, motioning for him to follow.
He followed and turned towards the boy, "What's a shame?"
The boy only frowned, "You seem like a very decent human being. They chose you out of a million. Very random, isn't it?"
"Chose me?" He furrowed his brow, "What do you mean?"
The boy frowned again, "You'll see..."
Blinking a couple times, he finally sighed and slowed his pace, "What's your name, by the way?"
Stopping, the boy looked up at him, "You won't remember, but it's Nagi."
'I won't remember....,' He thought to himself, 'W-what does he mean?'
"Let's continue." Nagi stated before bounding down the stairs.
He followed as quickly as he could, trying not to fall down the staircase in the process. Before he knew what had happened, two hands clasped around his arm.
"This way, boy." A tall man had a hold of him and was pulling him down a hall the opposite direction from Nagi.
He sent Nagi a worrisome look but Nagi only shook his head and motioned towards the corridor he was being dragged down.
The man practically threw him into the room at the end of the hall. He doubled over as his eyes met the bright light. So far he'd been in dark rooms and hallways, not bright rooms of pain and horror. Nonetheless, the man shoved him over to a white plastic table. He sat, no questions asked, and rubbed his eyes.
"You're a lucky one, you know." A new voice said over an intercom.
"Lucky?" He aksed, still rubbing his eyes.
The voice laughed, "Yes, you are. You're a very unique individual and we have chosen you to be our next."
He looked up, his eyes finally adjusting to the light, "Next what?"
"Representative, merely so." The voice cracked and he could see a figure nod behind the glass wall above him.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck, "What..."
He saw the man who had dragged him here, holding a syringe, "Lie back, boy."
He complied, quickly collapsing before watching his vision blur. The man in front of him no longer had a face, he was a now a single lone, dark figure surrounded by miles and miles of white. The ceiling above him mixed into one giant mass of nothing, merely floating above his head. He felt another sharp prick in his arm but didn't bother to look. Everthing was going black now.
"When you wake up you'll fell a lot better, Mr. Hashiba."
The voice sounded far away and obsolete, but echoed in his mind as his vision was overcome by darkness.
A.N - Sorry this chapter is so short, but actually, that's where I wanted it to stop. Don't worry, you'll see why ^^;;
A.N. - Yes, this is a YST x WK 'cause I love 'em to pieces. This is something I came up with a few days ago. I was inspired a little after watching Noir and it just sorta fits together. Don't ask me how, just read and review! Please? ^^
Warnings - mild sexual themes, shounen ai, mild language, angst... the usual?
Emotional Homicide
Chapter One
He pulled his shirt over his head and sighed. Picking up the clothes the people had given him, he sat down on his bed and continued to dress. They had stuffed a pair of silver pants and a dark blue tank top into his arms before exclaiming rather loudly how he was to dress in these clothes until futher notice.
'Strange,' He thought, 'They're all wearing business suits and they send me back in here with these.'
Laughing, he pulled his new shirt over his head. Maybe he didn't know where he was, but so far he was amused with their crazy antics. They had mentioned how it 'wasn't time yet' and that he would 'be called down later.' Of course he didn't know what they meant by these statements, he just went back to this room to get dressed as told.
He pulled his new shoes over his cold feet, finally. That young boy had thrown them in the room not too long ago, but he was thankful anyways. From what he could see, all the floors in the building were wooden and especially freezing. He'd wondered why they hadn't given him a shirt with sleeves, but he didn't want to ask.
Someone knocked on the door and opened it, slowly. The young boy walked back in and stood in front of him, "They want you downstairs now."
He nodded and followed the boy down the hall. The walls were painted a brick red color, that was all; no paintings or pictures to add any sense of creativity or style. Of course, the floors were wooden and his shoes squeaked and randomly left marks on it's surface. The boy flinched each time his shoes caught the ground and he almost couldn't hold in his laugh.
"It's a shame." The boy started down a staircase, motioning for him to follow.
He followed and turned towards the boy, "What's a shame?"
The boy only frowned, "You seem like a very decent human being. They chose you out of a million. Very random, isn't it?"
"Chose me?" He furrowed his brow, "What do you mean?"
The boy frowned again, "You'll see..."
Blinking a couple times, he finally sighed and slowed his pace, "What's your name, by the way?"
Stopping, the boy looked up at him, "You won't remember, but it's Nagi."
'I won't remember....,' He thought to himself, 'W-what does he mean?'
"Let's continue." Nagi stated before bounding down the stairs.
He followed as quickly as he could, trying not to fall down the staircase in the process. Before he knew what had happened, two hands clasped around his arm.
"This way, boy." A tall man had a hold of him and was pulling him down a hall the opposite direction from Nagi.
He sent Nagi a worrisome look but Nagi only shook his head and motioned towards the corridor he was being dragged down.
The man practically threw him into the room at the end of the hall. He doubled over as his eyes met the bright light. So far he'd been in dark rooms and hallways, not bright rooms of pain and horror. Nonetheless, the man shoved him over to a white plastic table. He sat, no questions asked, and rubbed his eyes.
"You're a lucky one, you know." A new voice said over an intercom.
"Lucky?" He aksed, still rubbing his eyes.
The voice laughed, "Yes, you are. You're a very unique individual and we have chosen you to be our next."
He looked up, his eyes finally adjusting to the light, "Next what?"
"Representative, merely so." The voice cracked and he could see a figure nod behind the glass wall above him.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck, "What..."
He saw the man who had dragged him here, holding a syringe, "Lie back, boy."
He complied, quickly collapsing before watching his vision blur. The man in front of him no longer had a face, he was a now a single lone, dark figure surrounded by miles and miles of white. The ceiling above him mixed into one giant mass of nothing, merely floating above his head. He felt another sharp prick in his arm but didn't bother to look. Everthing was going black now.
"When you wake up you'll fell a lot better, Mr. Hashiba."
The voice sounded far away and obsolete, but echoed in his mind as his vision was overcome by darkness.
A.N - Sorry this chapter is so short, but actually, that's where I wanted it to stop. Don't worry, you'll see why ^^;;