Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Building Our Tomorrow ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

AN: This is my first fic, so I would really appreciate reviews of the constructive type. Flames will not be ignored; instead they will be used in a way as to keep me from wasting money on new lighters. I can already tell my dialogue is a bit choppy, so if you have any suggestions, please, feel free. I can tell everyone already that this is going to be a long fic. The prologue is short, yes, but the chapters will undoubtedly be a great deal longer. I also intend to finish this; it always irks me when I really get into a fic, and then it's never finished, so I'm not going to do that. I've already got a good chink of this planned, and for those of you who are avid Weiss fans, I'm sorry, but you have to wait a couple chapters. Don't worry, though, all eight of our favorite bishounen will play important parts. Also note, that I will purposely be making a few characters somewhat OOC, but I'll explain that more in Ch1. I'll try to update at least once a week, but no more than two between updates.

 

Archive: FF, AFF and Media Miner right now, anywhere else with my permission only.

 

Warnings: shounen ai/yaoi (of the ON and SY variety, plus others if I think it suits the story) but not for a little while. Violence (it's WK, what did you expect), lime/lemon later (will be warned at the beginning of chapter) and other such things later on. I'm going ahead and giving this the highest rating so I don't forget later.

 

Disclaimer: I wish I owned WK, or even just Omi (and Nagi so Omi won't be lonely), so here it is; WK is owned by Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. I'm making exactly $0.00 in profit from this, and I'm a lowly grad student with maybe $20 to my name, so nothing could be gained from suing me. This will hold true for all the coming chapters.

 

Internal Dialogue

Telepathy

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Prologue

 

The fire raged out of control around him, spread around him, standing in the dead center of the destructive force. A seven year old boy watched, entranced as the flames danced on his skin, yet it did not burn. Mommy always said that fire is very hot and burns your skin, but I'm fine? The child, Takatori Mamoru, thought of this with some confusion, if not a little awe. He didn't even think to be frightened due to curiosity as the dark flames engulfed him. Isn't fire red? But it looks almost black. As the fire seemed to do no harm to his small body, he started walking back through the park the way he came; he felt almost as if the fire was caressing his skin, not even his clothes were singed. His mother was waiting for him as he walked out leaving the raging fire to do is it pleased.

 

“Mommy, why do you look so sad?” Mamoru had always seemed to be able to tell exactly how someone was feeling.

 

“It's nothing for you to worry about, but we need to talk about something, sweetie,” she smiled at him, her eyes betraying the sorrow she felt for her son. “I need you to promise that no matter what, you don't ever tell anyone about what happened here to…”

 

Kikuno suddenly had a blank look in her eyes. As she snapped out of it, she could almost feel relief seeping into to her tense frame. “Mamoru, tomorrow, a gaijin, a man with black hair and glasses will come to ask you about the fire tonight. I want you to be honest with him about what happened, and do as he tells you. But talk to no one else of this. Do you understand?”

 

Mamoru turned bright, blue eyes to his mother, and nodded his head once with a whispered, “I promise.” He didn't quite understand, but he was a very astute child and had noticed that whenever his mother got that look in her eyes, she knew exactly what she was talking about, so he would do as she asked. He didn't know that his mother had the smallest of precognitive abilities and had seen what he would need to do to survive in the coming years. Unfortunately for Kikuno, she was never able to control her power and only received the occasional, random glimpse of the future. She was, she thought as they walked home, pleased that for once this gift/curse would benefit someone she loved.

 

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In another part of Japan, a dark-haired, American man wearing glasses smiled across his hotel room to his red-headed, German teammate. This smile earned a raised eyebrow from Schuldig. Since when did the almighty Oracle actually have anything to be happy about?Did the Elders fall off their high-horses and break their collective asses. The sarcastic, and slightly shocked, comment rang through his head.

 

“I've finally found the key to our freedom. There will be five members of Schwartz rather than four. That was the missing thread; things will go much more smoothly now for us,” Brad Crawford, resident precog and leader of Schwartz stated, choosing to ignore the scathing remarks regarding their `superiors' from the telepath. He didn't care for the Elders of Esset any more than Schuldig or Farfarello did; however, he had more important things to concentrate on, plans to make.

 

“And I suppose you want me to get into the head of the new ones and convince them to come with us? You know how much of a headache it is to get into minds of any of the 'Talents' you deem worthy of our cause,” Schuldig was whining again; he was lucky Brad was in a good mood because of his latest little insight. You'd think he purposely annoys me. Why of course I do, oh fearless leader. How else am I to entertain myself in this otherwise dull atmosphere? Besides, you need to loosen up.

 

“And no, you will not need to do anything regarding either of the new `Talents'. You'll understand when we meet them. Go make sure Farfarello isn't in one his moods tonight. We leave for Tokyo first thing in the morning to meet with our new contracted employer, Takatori Reiji.” Schuldig left the room, grumbling telepathically about he deserved to know what was going on to his new team leader.

 

It would take a few short years for Schwartz to build a strong enough bond to be able to go against the Elders, but they would be taking the first step the next day. Takatori Reiji was only a pawn, and would meet the end of usefulness in an appropriate manner; really they only needed to use him to meet Mamoru, however, Reiji was also a pawn in the Elders plans. For now they would play their game, moving all the players into the right places. Yes, Crawford thought to himself, things are going in exactly the right direction.

 

 

TBC