Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Yesterday ❯ Mamoru's Life ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, it is a sad truth but true non the less. I have just barrowed the characters for a little fun so enjoy. ^_^




Chapter1: Mamoru's Life


Mamoru sighed, it had been a long day and it still was not over yet. He gingerly placed his school bag on the chair by the door in his apartment and absentmindedly checked the messages on the answering machine while he took off his shoes and put his coat away. The familiar voice of his mother came to him over the recorder:

Mamoru honey, I have to work a double shift at the restaurant again tonight, I am sorry I know you wanted to spend some time with me but you know we need the money Don't wait up since you know you have school tomorrow and don't stay up half the night on the Internet again, sleeping at your desk, face jammed into the key board is hardly acceptable as a good nights rest. I left you dinner in the refrigerator and no more ramen, your a growing boy eat something healthy for once. Love you and see you tomorrow. *beep* (message ends)

Mamoru quickly skimmed though the remaining messages finding nothing else for him he continued on into the kitchen to get something to drink and a quick bite before he headed out. A coke and a cookie in hand he went to his room to change out of his school uniform and grab his gear, he had to hurry or he would be late. Sometimes he hated it that his mom had to work so much and that they hardly ever got to spend some quality time together but it was how they survived and at least they had stayed in this town long enough for him to make some real friends for a change.

As he wrote a quick note to his mother on the odd chance that she got home before him he headed out into the summer sun musing about their situation. It was nothing new to him, it has always been this way for as long as he could remember. He and his mom were always on the move, spending only a few years at a time, if they were lucky in one place before they had to pack up and move on. Stopping at the end of the street to wait for the light to turn red so he could cross Mamoru continued to recall why his life was the way it was.

As far back as he could remember his mother has been running from who she termed the bad people or at least that is what she called them when he was little, and too young to understand why every time he made a friend or started at a school he would have to leave and start all over again. Now that he was 15 he understood the real reason he and his mother were always moving, and it could be summed up in one single word, father. According to Mamoru's mother his father was a bad man who would hurt them if he ever found them and that is why when he was little over 3 years old his mother who had mistakenly discovered her husband's skeletons had in fear of her own life and her illegitimate son's life done, the only thing she could, she had run.





Unknown to Mamoru his mother had feared for more then her own life when she had left her husband and his other two sons. She had discovered that he knew her darkest and dearest secret. That she had, and still loved his brother and that her tiny son was the result of that taboo love affair. After she left with her son they spent the next 12 years on the run, her husband and his associates that he had hired to find his wayward wife always a step right behind. She had to work to support herself and her tiny son as he grew. Leaving him with caregivers or in daycare while she worked until he was old enough to go to school and take care of himself until she could come home. This had become the pattern of their lives, always on guard and never trusting strangers at first glance.

There had been close calls before, like the time when Mamoru was only 5 and was in kindergarten. While going to drop off her son at school only weeks after he had been enrolled she had stopped dead in her tracks only a few hundred meters from the school, when she had recognized a familiar long hair redhead who worked as a body guard for her husband, his deep nasal German accent easy to detect even from a distance. He had not been alone, a tall dark hair American man who she also recognized had been with him, waiting by a black limousine outside of the kindergarten building for her to arrive. She had always suspected that those men were more then they seemed. They always seemed to know where people such as she were, and when they would be there. If she didn't know better she would have thought they were physic or something.
Mamoru and his mother had bearly escaped that day, as his mother clutched him to her chest and turned on her heals fleeing from the school and from that city never to return.





Mamoru and his mother had not come into contact with anyone who had any connection to his father in almost 2 years which according to his mother was the longest amount of time between close calls they had ever had. It gave them some sense of security to know this, and hope that may-be the running would now be over.

Mamoru's reflective train of thoughts were shattered by a sudden call of his name and a pair of hands practically glomping him from behind. Mamoru...., Oi, you awake? Mamoru didn't bother to detach himself from his friend June who had attached herself to his arm like some kind of leech.
Hey, June he said as he turned to her with his trademark smile that usually left girls as puddles of mush on the ground, June however was immune since she had grown a resistance to Mamoru's charms since she had met him 2 years ago.

She detached herself from his arm and instead took up walking beside him with her arms folded behind her head as she chatted on and on about this and that. Mamoru smiled, she was a true friend the longest friendship he had ever had. They had actually met 4 years ago, online, becoming fast friends, and had ended up quite by accident at the same school when he and his mother had moved to Kyoto 2 years back.

So Mamu-chan are we going to do this thing or not? June said with a knowing smirk, she knew Mamoru hated being called that, and she was the only girl at school who could get away with it.

Rolling his eyes at the accursed nick-name that June had insisted she call him since the day they had met, he patted the computer bag at his side as they walked. Yup, all set and I still can't believe you talked me into this June. Oh don't be such a spoil sport Mamu-chan you are the best hacker I know and that is saying something since before I met you I was the best hacker I knew, she said while batting her eyes at him in a sarcastic attempt at flirtation. Mamoru was used to her flirtations and knew they were all in fun since their relationship was like siblings and nothing more.

Stopping in front of a prominent Kyoto, office building, Mamoru looked to his friend June who had a devious smirk growing on her lips and rolled his eyes, there was no point in reasoning with her when she was set in her ways and wanted something. June had sent him an e-mail last night and had begged him to hack into a her father's company's computers and help her find some file that she was convinced would prove that someone who her father was associated with was stealing money from her father and black mailing him. She had come across a e-mail message left for her father on his secret account by said person, and had tried to hack into the files herself but was unsuccessful due to new upgrades in security at her father's pharmisutical company. She now needed Mamoru's expertise to help her to help her father, who despite his lack of presence in her life due to his busy schedule was still her father, and she didn't like the idea of some dirty crook stealing from him.

Ok ready, I want to get these files and get out of here before we get caught Mamoru said to his friend as they entered her fathers office building and prayed that no one recognized her. The two scheming youths ran into an empty office and locked the door behind them, their minds only focused on the task at hand and not getting caught.

As Mamoru focused on the complex security programs he had no way of knowing that at the same time as he and June worked to help her father that his own had just walked into the building heading up to the top floor to meet with a long time business associate and was flanked on either side by his long time body guards, one a serious American and the other a wise cracking and devious German red head.

TBC.