Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ What Looks Like Crazy Ususally Is ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

 

As they touched down just inside the Vatican gardens, Jeirn looked around him somewhat nervously.

 

“Gods, who would have ever dreamed I'd end up at the Vatican considering my history,” he said thoughtfully, adjusting Esther's deadweight over one shoulder.

 

Takara considered him for a moment before saying, “I can see where you'd be uncomfortable. Before you would have likely gone on a killing rampage.”

 

“Too true,” he said. “There are times when I miss those days. Which way do you think we should take her?”

 

“Well, we could ask the terrified kid hiding behind the bushes over there,” Takara pointed out. She folded her wings behind her and started to walk toward where she had initially heard the horrified squeak. “You can come out, bairn, we won't hurt you.”

 

“You might want to pull in the claws as well, Taka. You're scaring the boy out of his skin,” Jeirn said.

 

“He was halfway there already,” she commented dryly. “Come on, bairn. We just need to know where to take this bit of baggage Father Nightroad had with him.”

 

The boy poked his head around one of the bushes. “Is she okay? W-what about Father Nightroad?”

 

“Okay as she'll ever be I suppose,” she said. “Father Nightroad is fine, he's with my mother.”

 

“Oh. Are you the Methuselah emissaries then?” the boy said, standing up. Takara immediately noticed the heavy robes of state he wore.

 

“Not exactly. We're more like the armed escorts,” Jeirn said. “There was a little trouble and things had to be temporarily rerouted.”

 

“I see. Um, her room is this way,” the boy said, starting to walk off.

 

Takara shrugged and followed him, Jeirn tagging along behind. They walked through the well manicured gardens, with the boy stopping periodically to look around him as though unsure as to where he was. As they rounded a corner Takara came face to face with two steadily held guns.

 

“Status report, your Holiness.”

 

“Oh, n-no, Tres. It's fine,” the boy stammered. “They're just bringing Sister Esther back.”

 

The guns were still trained on them, making the boy even more nervous.

 

“Hmm, cyborg?” Jeirn asked.

 

“Android,” the boy corrected over his shoulder.

 

Takara looked Tres over with her head tilted to one side. “Hot bot. That could give new meaning to enjoying electronic devices.”

 

“Oh, sweet merciful goddess!” Jeirn said rolling his eyes.

 

Tres didn't blink but looked as though he were listening to some internal voice. “Acknowledged. Takara Tatsumi and Jeirn, no last name. Escorting Sister Esther Blanchette. Affirmative. You will follow me to Cardinal Sforza's offices,” he said, turning and walking away from them.

 

Jeirn shrugged as best he could with Esther still hanging over one shoulder.

 

“The Cardinal wishes to speak with you as well, your Holiness.”

 

“O-okay.”

 

“Kiddo, you are wound entirely too tight,” Takara said, patting the boy on the shoulder.

 

As they walked, Tres began to scan all data bases for information on the two following him. Pausing only for a fraction of a second as the data downloaded and processed.

 

Tatsumi, Takara: Classification: Unknown. Third officer in command to elite assassin team Red Shaman. Codename: Bitch. Weapons training includes: swords, firearms, bo-staff, archery, various martial arts and hand to hand combat systems. Registered lethal weapon. Include: Fluent knowledge of 18 Terran languages, 5 Methuselah languages. Working knowledge of various computer systems. Shadow and fire master. Minor telepath. Warning: Threat assessment: Severe. Do not engage.

 

Jeirn: Classification: Death god or shinigami. D.O.B. Unknown. D.O.D.: January 12, 2012. Second officer in command to elite assassin team Red Shaman. Codename: Unknown. Former team member to elite assassin team Schwarz. Codename: Berserker. Former *extreme* threat to all clergy members. Weapons training includes: swords, dagger and short knives, firearms, various martial arts and hand to hand combat systems. Registered lethal weapon. Include: Fluent knowledge of 24 Terran languages, 9 Methuselah languages. Minor telepath. Warning: Threat assessment: Severe. Do not engage.

 

Tres paused and immediately put the Pope in front of him then continued on his way up the corridor.

 

Takara laughed. “I think he just found your files,” she said over her shoulder.

 

“It was bound to happen,” Jeirn said dryly.

 

“Let's just hope he doesn't process my mother's files. He'd shut down all together.”

 

“Doubtlessly.”

 

Tres led them down several hallways before coming to a halt in front of several armed guards. The obvious leader reached out and grasped the boy by one arm.

 

“Your Holiness, it isn't safe for you to wander about on your own like this,” the man said.

 

“But . . . I . . . I was just going for a walk.”

 

“Speaking of being wound entirely too tight,” Takara muttered.

 

She suddenly found weapons pointed at her from all the members of the guard.

 

“You always make friends so easily, Taka,” Jeirn said from behind her.

 

“Godless heathen!” the man snarled at her.

 

“Oh, please,” Takara snorted. The entire group suddenly found themselves immobilized by shadows. “For your information, I have several gods,” she said. “One of them happens to be my grandfather. And I'm getting a little tired of having weapons pointed at me when all we're trying to do is deliver this little piece of fluff back to where she belongs.”

 

As if on cue, Esther woke. She was groggy and disoriented for a moment from hanging upside down but recovered fairly quickly and started beating her fists against Jeirn's back.

 

“Put me down this instant!” she shrieked.

 

“Since you insist,” he said, whipping her off of his shoulder so fast she was dizzy again then dropping her onto the marble floor.

 

Takara tried to keep from laughing, realized it was a futile effort and cackled until her sides hurt.

 

“You . . . you *beast*!” Esther spluttered from the floor.

 

“Well, I haven't been called that since . . .”

 

“Since you had your wife in handcuffs the other night,” Takara suggested through her laughter.

 

Before he could answer, a man with long dark hair stuck his head out the door of the room to their left.

 

“Hey, who started the party without me?”