Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Angel in Flames ❯ passport ( Chapter 1 )

Angel in Flames

by Nix Winter

Notes: This is being written for fun, may or may not be canon. I imagine Youji and Aya this way. And I'll warn you now, this story may become more original that fan fic. For the moment though, I'm just playing. Oh, and Gluhen is not taken into account in this story, just the early part of WK, not the OAV, or the dramatic series. Youji did kill Neu.. Ne what a mess... Just read and see if you like it. If you like this, you can check out my website too; onepinkrose.com

Angel in Flames

Biological weapons are not used by sane people. They are not sold by the sane. Often those who fight against the creation, sales of these weapons, these warriors aren't sane either. The organization Tenshi no Hono'o had it's birth in Japan, in a theft from the University of Tokyo, the grusome murder of one of the most prominent bioengineers in the whole world.

Terror warning levels rose around the world when the group that stole her work let the world know just what it was they'd stolen. Their demands were clear and impossible. Technology was to be abandoned. No more factories, no more fossil fuel, no more country boundaries, that was all they wanted. A return to nature, even if it cost half the world their lives. The bioengineering secret they'd stolen would allow them to enforce this. They were very smart. Weiss was just more ruthless.

This lead the angel of flame to a Russian relocation and to Kudou Youji smiling for all he was worth as he handed over a Russian passport at Russian immigration. Ken was also coming through as a returning Russian. Aya and Omi were going in as a French journalist and a Japanese tourist. They'd all come on the same flight, however, from Narita.

Youji's smile slowly faltered. The girl across the counter, looked at his passport photo, at him, back at the passport. "Is this you, Vladimir Trosky?

"Yes," Youji said, using his very best learned Russian. "Passport photos are always bad."

She snorted, leaned back to look at him over the top of her glasses. "Are you really 182 cm?"

The side of Youji's nose twitched. "Yes." He wanted to ask her if she were really stupid, but that probably wouldn't get him in to the country sooner. "Are you really a red head?"

She flipped through the fake passport, looking at the various visa, entry stamps. "Why did you go to Paris?"

He leaned forward, elbows on her counter, pulled his sun glasses down with his middle finger. "I went to Paris to have sex with beautiful women. Isn't that why people go to Paris?"

In English, she snapped, "Asshole." It even sounded vaguely American in tone.

He slipped his glasses off, gave her the full force of his green eyes, looked at her as if she were the most important person in the world. "I just want to come home, where the women are worth making love to."

She blushed, scribbled a number on a paper, tucked that in his passport and handed it back. "Welcome home, comrade."

Smoothly, he took his passport, tucked it into his black leather jacket, and walked forward in to mother Russia as if he really belonged there, six foot tall white Russian with stolen jade eyes.

They'd all arranged to meet in the hotel bar, which was fine for Youji. This was Russia, far from home, far from all the old familiar ghosts that kept him in line with the lies of his life. Here, so far from home, walking into this mission, he was wanting to keep his secrets. Kudou Youji was just too arrogant to really think the bio-terrorists they were there to kill were much of a threat. The worst they could do was kill him. It was someone else that could steal the secrets of his heart and make him live again. Living just hurt too damn much. Besides, Kudou Youji did not like guys. He didn't. Yeah.