Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Always ❯ Black Rain ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rating: R for violence and bad language
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiß or Schwarz, I just like to drool over them. I am not writing this for profit, but rather as a bit of fan appreciation. The only character here I do own in the chibi Farf ^^;
Warnings: Umm, there are probably some, this fiction takes place a while after the Dramatic Precious series and uses some information from the Schwarz dramas. Possible AU since the only copy I have of the DP series is some half-baked translations.
Pairing: Farfarello x Sally mentioned in the first part
italics = hand signals; thoughts
// taking // = telepathy
A.N: A lot of talking and maybe a surprise or two. Other than that, this chapter is mainly just to move Schwarz from point A to point B. Hopefully there will be a lot more movement in the next installation.

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six

Tok yo underneath a raining sky glittered like a giantess' jewelry box. Buildings stood in rows of corroded silver and dull gray forming tiaras and crowns growing into ruin with age, the lights flickering along their lengths like gemstones; shivering emeralds, fiery diamonds, tranquil sapphires, and smoldering rubies. The tarred roads were strands of steel, dotted with white pearls and yellow diamonds. The parks laid like uncut emeralds, the ponds and lakes and sea were chucks of dull silver and blue-gray turqiouse. The moving clusters of umbrellas were fresh water pearls, lumpy and dull among the rest of the glittering gems. Tokyo under a raining sky always looked so peaceful, but it was nothing more than a fairy tale, one that disapears once the sun came out to play. All the rain did was make the sins gleam under the sun.

The five of them came to Tokyo on separate flights, still cautious after all these years. Takatori might have only ruled for a day but there were many men who remembered the band of gaijin that served as his bodyguards. Early morning saw an American businessman with briefcase in hand, his Japanese the formal, stiff version taught at business college. Mid-morning saw a young Japanese adult carrying an over night bag and muttering in the broken Japanese of a first generation American. Noon saw a German redhead carrying a backpack and a German to Japanese dictionary in hand, flirting with a pretty passport checker until his on line girlfriend showed up. The afternoon saw a tour group from Britain go by, one of the members a tall, scarred man carrying a small daughter in one arm and a plushy blanket in the other.

Hours passed. The sky darkened and more lights came on, gleaming like polished stones set against velvet. The five of them ended up in the same cafe down a street lined with brightly colored shops lining both sides of the streets. Caution had them sitting in separate places among the regulars of the cafe, though they still communicated silently with each other. It was an old ploy and one they used shamelessly in many places. There were few who would connect together the Japanese teen sitting at the counter drinking tea, the American businessman pouring over files and typing in a notebook computer while sipping tepid coffee, the redhead gaijin flirting with a pretty college girl, and the white gaijin keeping his daughter from making too large a mess as she chewed on pocky and rice balls as he nursed a cup of tea.

//What do we know about Koua Academy?// Crawford asked over their link. //Any signs of Este members near the shop?//

//There are two across from the store front, wearing their masks and uniforms,// Farfarello replied, nibbling on a hang nail.

//There are three more in casual clothing in the arcade,// Nagi added, adding a twist of lemon to his tea. //Koua Academy is where they transfered Epitaph's mainframe. I suppose they are trying to recreate Rosenkreuz here but molded along the more disciplined regiments that the Japanese are used to. Or maybe it's because Takatori is here and the family wants their country to become the home base for Este.//

//Or maybe they just like to have everyone under their thumbs, ja?// Schuldig leaned forward and said something in the girl's ear causing her to blush and giggle, ducking her head. //We spotted two in the shop here. Tcht, they stand out like sore toes.//

//We?//

Glancing up, Farfarello smiled wistfully at the two before turning his attention to fixing Deirdre's hair into a pony tail. To anyone watching, he gave the appearance at someone that recently lost his wife and the two lovers reminded him of happier times. //Schuldig has been holding out on us.//

//Have not.//

//Have too.//

//Not.//

//Too.//

//Can we just leave them here?// Nagi asked, all but turning big watery eyes on Crawford. //Please? They are such children.//

Crawford turned his laugh into a cough, hiding his twitching lips behind the rim of his coffee cup. Years apart, yet they still were close enough to tease even at a time like this. He couldn't help it as he joined in. //I doubt that we would be able to loose them at all. They would probably track us down, arguing over which one of them annoyed us the most and whine when they are not arguing.//

//Farfie, they are being mean!//

//You started it Schu!//

The telepath blew the psychopath a raspberry over the mental link, laughing as he retreated behind his mental barriers. Farfarello gave him a snort then pointedly ignored him in favor of cleaning up after Deirdre. Crawford sighed, closed his notebook, and started putting his gear away.

//Now, children, behave.//

//Does that mean you're going to spank us if we don't?//

//I would but I think you have someone that would object most strongly if I spanked you before she got to do so.//

Nagi stirred his tea and rolled his eyes. //You three need your heads exaimed. To return to the subject at hand. . . Persia has ordered a cease in investigating the Academy.//

//Has he given a reason?//

There was a pause then a mental shrug. //Maybe because that one Weiß member died?//

Schuldig leaned over the table to take a nibble of his date's sundae, blue eyes narrowed in gallows's humor. //Maybe because Takatori doesn't like spending his money and his personal killers on a wasted effort like that place.//

//. . . You really don't like that family, do you?//

//Remember chibi, they don't care about people, well most of them don't. Otherwise they would have shut that place down a long time ago. They want Epitaph's knowledge. Weiß is expendable so long as they have new recruits to brainwash.//

//I doubt that Abbyssissan would back off from anything. And we all know that the Academy has not forgotten Weiß,// Farfarello added.

//There is no reason why they would.// Crawford snapped his briefcase closed and went to pay his tab. //First we have to take care of the watchers. Not all of them but enough to make them hesitate later on.//

//I'd rather get them all.// Farfarello's mental voice was cold, burning across their mental link. //Send them a message and draw their attention from more important matters.//

//You want to kill Sally.// Brad's tone was neutral.

//Do you blame me?//

//You'll have your chance. Patience, Berserker.//

Farfarello settled back in his seat, watching Deirdre as she grabbed a handful of napkins and tried to wipe her face off. //Berserkers are not known for their patience.//

//So what's the plan?// Nagi interrupted, sipping his tea.

Crawford gathered his change together, glancing around the cafe before heading to the door. //Take out all of the watchers. Do not leave a trace of them behind that Este can read as to what really happened. Once that is done, rendevous at our safe house for more planning. And Schuldig, if you feel the need to involve Aya Fujimiya to our meetings, at least have the decency to not make it into a date.//

There was a muttering of agreements over the link as he left the cafe. Outside the American businessman smiled thinly to himself, and headed to get himself a taxi, ignoring the rain as it fell, making gray splotches on his white suit.