Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Building Our Tomorrow ❯ Sadame no Kage ( Chapter 8 )

AN: Welcome to chapter 8. This one's a bit short, but it's one of those `information' and `talking' chapters that I need to push the plot along.

 

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Splitpersona: I know what you mean about things going crazy… hope things settle down for you. Anyway, the Omi/Ouka dynamic, well that's another one of those things I've had planned out since I started the fic, and I think that when she finally shows up, you'll be pleased with the outcome, though it's not quite what you'd expect. Although, given the last chapter, I think I've made it fairly clear that Omi, and all the other guys, are going to beautifully vindictive bastards (I love dark heroes) when the situation calls for it. The Hirofumi stuff, I'm still going back and forth on that one, so I guess everyone will have to wait and see, including me. As for Farf's mother, yeah, I always hated her character; I mean they didn't go too in depth in the series, but she is the one who drove him insane, so I though I'd play around with that.

 

Warnings: LEMON, Language.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss.

 

 

Internal Dialogue

Telepathy

Mission Report

 

Chapter 8

 

…both Abyssinian and the victim, Sakura, were unharmed. Abyssinian completed the mission before we arrived, as well as obtaining the name of the man behind this. The attached file contains the details of the man's identity.

End Report - Bombay

 

Omi's mouth opened as a yawn escaped, and he stretched before shutting down the computer and standing. The last mission, the one involving unwilling organ donors, had been fairly simple. Not only had Weiss accomplished their primary goal - eliminating the doctor performing these heinous acts - they had also managed to complete their secondary objective which was to discover who had been controlling the target's actions. The blonde was not in the least surprised to learn that it was one Takatori Masafumi pulling the strings

 

Heading up to his room for the night, the archer thought back on the one thing that had come as shock to both Aya and himself. The girl, Sakura, was nearly identical to the swordsman's younger sister; all she needed was a little hair dye and some colored contact lenses, and no one would be able to tell the two apart save for the fact that one was comatose. Omi had been with Aya on his last visit to the hospital where Aya-chan was cared for; that had been right after they had started researching the mission. Seeing the brown-haired look-alike upon exiting the hospital had really thrown the two for a loop. They were almost as quickly snapped out of their shocked staring as they witnessed he girl being forced into an unmarked truck matching the description of the one Ken and Yohji had been trying to locate. After a meaningful comment about how she wasn't Aya-chan from Omi, the two separated; Aya in pursuit of the truck, and the archer to contact the others.

 

By the time they had reached the swordsman, the mission was already over, and as an added bonus, Aya had managed to retrieve a disk containing the information they were looking for. Ken, Yohji and Omi stayed in the shadows, watching the two interact. Sakura was giving her profuse thanks to the man whom she assumed rescued her, presuming him to be another victim who had managed to escape. The crimson-haired assassin awkwardly avoided any attempt on the girl's part to get close to him; usually, Aya would just brush off such advances with no regard to the other's feelings, however he was still finding it difficult to separate this girl from his sister in his mind. Yohji and Ken watched in wonder at the odd way in which the violet-eyed man was acting towards the victim. The blue-eyed teen quietly explained to them that the girl greatly resembled Aya's younger sister, and a look of understanding crossed their faces; they had been previously told about the situation, though they had never seen the younger Fujimiya.

 

Great, the brunette thought as he watched the brown-haired girl's antics. Another rabid fangirl. And on top of that, she's `in love' with Aya. He really doesn't need the constant reminder of his sister on top of everything else. Next to him, two blonde assassins were entertaining similar thoughts. The only saving grace in the whole matter was that Sakura had not seen any of what had occurred due to her state of unconsciousness at the time the doctor had been killed. At least there's that, the thought seemed to resonate between the three of them. The youngest motioned that they should leave before they were seen. Aya would have to handle the rest of this on his own as there was nothing they could really do without giving away their presence.

 

Entering his room, Omi didn't bother to undress as he collapsed onto his bed; he was far too exhausted to care at the moment. Before writing up the mission report, the blonde had waited for Aya to finally return to the Koneko, and they had talked about the seemingly love-sick girl for a good, long time. The archer had been assured that his violet-eyed friend would never return Sakura's feelings; this wasn't what Omi had been concerned about anyway, though his reasoning was different than the explanation Aya had given. Whereas the younger had assumed the swordsman wouldn't possibly want to date someone so remarkably similar in appearance to his sister, it had actually turned out that Aya had the same inclinations as Omi when it came to gender. This had all come out before the pyro could relay his true concerns, which were that he was afraid this girl might follow her `hero' around and accidentally stumble upon things she should never know. There was nothing they could come up with that would help the situation short of crushing an innocent girl's heart, something of which neither wanted, so they finally just decided on extreme caution and to wait and see. We'll cross that bridge if and when we come to it, Omi thought as he closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to overtake him; he would need the rest as the next day Weiss and Schwartz would be meeting, everyone together, for the first time.

 

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“When will they be here?” Schuldig asked of his brown-eyed leader. Turning his attention from the work piled on his desk, Crawford gave the telepath a look of sufferance at the question.

 

“How many times are you going to ask that,” the precog replied in exasperation. “Weiss will be here before lunch. Omi made it very clear that they would be here, but that it would take some work for all of them to get out of the flower shop without raising suspicion.”

 

“It's not as if you couldn't find out,” the red head complained, making the American roll his eyes.

 

“Generally,” Crawford started in a dry tone. “My visions are not time-stamped. When have I ever given you the impression that I know exactly when something will occur? What difference does it make anyway? You know they're going to be here.”

 

“It doesn't really matter,” Schuldig smirked. “I just enjoy giving you a hard time.” Insufferable bastard, Crawford thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The German glared; I heard that. Glasses reflected light from the desk lamp, hiding smiling eyes. I know. The blue-eyed man turned to leave the office. You're no fun, Schuldig whined.

 

“By the way,” he spoke out loud. “They're coming up, now.” With that he left the room. At the announcement of Weiss' arrival, Crawford stood to follow, and both men soon found themselves in the living room, joined by Nagi and Farfarello. Less than a minute later, the penthouse door could be heard opening and closing, followed by the sound of footsteps through the hallway until Weiss appeared, led by Omi.

 

Informal greetings and some introductions were exchanged as everyone positioned themselves around the room. Omi, Nagi and Ken opted to sit together on the couch, while Yohji chose to sit atop Schuldig in the armchair. Aya found a suitable wall to hold up near the couch and crossed his arms as per usual; Farfarello disappeared momentarily only to reappear with a chair from the kitchen, setting it up between the occupied armchair and the couch. Finally, Crawford made himself comfortable in the only available position, another armchair facing the couch, allowing him to easily see everyone in the room. Coincidentally, or maybe not so much, Aya's position afforded him a similar view.

 

“We all know why we're meeting,” the precog started, “So I see no point in going through everything again. Before things go further, however, I need to know where you all stand.” He indicated the three members of Weiss as he knew what Schwartz thought.

 

“I trust Omi,” Ken was the first to speak up. “Since he has complete faith in all of you, I'll stand by his judgment until I know you well enough to draw my own conclusions.” Crawford nodded; the answer was reasonable given the circumstances.

 

“I'm here, aren't I?” Aya was the next to reply. “If I weren't going to see this through, I wouldn't have bothered to show up.” The swordsman's response was more than anyone had expected, indicating that they had his support.

 

“I have no problems with what we're going to be doing,” Yohji stated. “I'm in.” Perfect, everyone is in place. The American was beyond pleased at how things were turning out. He hadn't been expecting any difficulties, but one could never be too careful when trying to manipulate something as fragile as the future.

 

“Good,” Crawford verbalized his approval before continuing on. “I doubt I really need to say this, but for clarity's sake, I'm going to. Should we at any point encounter each other during a mission, we will be expected to fight. There's no way to know who might be watching.” Something that sounded like `No shit' came from both Omi and Nagi; apparently neither teen was pleased at having had to fight each other. While Omi had spent several days with a black and blue back, it turned out that one of the blonde's tranquilizers had grazed Nagi, and he had spent the next several hours completely dazed; he had been lucky that it hadn't taken effect while they fought.

 

“Get over it,” Schuldig shot at the two youngest. “You weren't the only ones to leave that building with injuries or whatever. I had a nice little concussion after that.” Yohji winced at hearing that; he hadn't known he hit the German so hard. Seeing the slightly guilty look, the red head lowered his voice. “It was either let you hit me and give you room, or stop you and let that guy shoot you. Really, it was a no-brainer.”

 

“You can alleviate you boyfriend's guilt later,” Aya snapped them to attention. “We have more important things to deal with.” Are you related to Brad by any chance? Violet eyes narrowed in the direction of the telepath, but he didn't respond. The crimson haired man would relax once this business was cleared up; until then he would remain in `mission mode'. He returned his attention to the precog as he began speaking again.

 

“Obviously, we'll have to remain nominally loyal to our respective organizations,” Crawford sent a pointed look to Omi as he said this. “Did you tell them?” The blonde glared. He should know better; he's just being an ass. The American tended to pick the strangest times to tease his teammates; the remark served its purpose, though, as the semi-uncomfortable atmosphere lightened considerably not longer after Omi answered.

 

“Of course I told them,” the archer stated. “Keeping that a secret would have been utterly stupid in light of everything else.”

 

“What are you talking about bishounen?” the lanky blonde questioned.

 

“The reports I have to send to Kritiker and Esset; you know… the ones that are supposed to contain information that can be used against Weiss, things to hold over your heads.” Ken and Yohji shook their heads at the reminder, while Aya merely gave a derisive snort. Everyone had known about the reports Omi sent to Kritiker from the beginning; he would occasionally show them to whoever happened to be in the room at the time, generally causing laughter at the blatant lies the teen wrote, and they appreciated his willingness to cover for any emotional slips. The reports to Esset were a bit different, as they were progress reports regarding his infiltration into Kritiker. In general those went directly to Crawford, who would either approve of their content and send them on, or they were sent back to Omi with notes on what needed to be changed or deleted altogether. The pyro had also taken to showing those to the members of Weiss once they had found out the truth; what he had to put in those reports often made them cringe in disgust. The thing was that they couldn't have cared less that Esset was spying on them; what had really pissed them off was that Kritiker, the organization that they had all volunteered to risk their lives for, was doing something like this. They had been very lucky that Omi was the person he was or they would have all been screwed.

 

“Anyway,” Crawford brought them back on topic. “We have to appear loyal to our respective employers until the time comes to bring down the Elders.”

 

“Any idea of when that's going to happen?” the ex-detective inquired.

 

“Not specifically, but it won't be for several months,” the precog replied. “There will also be another group involved, though I won't be able to determine their role until I've had the opportunity to observe their actions.” Several grumbles of complaint echoed at the news; they really didn't need anyone else mixed up with this mess as it the situation was already overly convoluted. “In light of the present circumstances,” Crawford continued without acknowledging the muttered protests. “I believe we should officially form an alliance between our teams.”

 

“Why not just form a completely new team?” Ken interjected, receiving shocked stares from about half the assassins. “Don't look at me like that. It's a perfectly reasonable suggestion. If we're going to be working together like this even after the Esset Elders are gone, I don't see why we can't just be a single, efficient unit rather than two independent bodies.”

 

“It's not that it's a bad idea, Ken,” Nagi replied. “It's just that we're kind of kicking ourselves for not having considered it before.”

 

“It also begs the question as to who will lead the team,” Aya finally decided to add his voice to the discussion.

 

“You already follow Omi,” the one-eyed man, too, had decided to join the conversation. “Seeing as how he receives his true mission objectives from Crawford, it would stand to reason that Crawford would lead us.” The crimson-haired assassin considered the logic and nodded his acquiescence.

 

“You've proven yourself to be trustworthy so far,” violet eyes bore into brown eyes. “So long as you maintain the best interests of everyone, I have no objection to following you.” The rest of Weiss, minus Omi, looked at the man in disbelief. It had taken them months to earn the swordsman's trust, and now here he was, handing it to a man he barely knew without a second thought. He must know something that we don't, Yohji thought. Seeing the looks he was receiving, Aya, for once, chose to explain. “Crawford, through Omi, has basically handed me my revenge on a silver platter; that shows me that he understands our needs and desires enough to take them into account when deciding the best course of action.” That was good enough for Ken and Yohji; they too accepted the choice of leader for their combined forces.

 

“My only condition is that we not call ourselves Grau,” Schuldig stated. “It would be so cliché.” That brought forth more than a few chuckles; it really would be a fitting name, but it was rather obviously formulaic.

 

“There's no requirement that says it has to be a German designation,” Omi put forth. “After all, both organizations we're stuck serving use them; it might be appropriate if we break from that particular tradition.” Noises of agreement were made at that; there were also mentions of discarding the use of ridiculous codenames or to dispense of them altogether.

 

“What about Sadame no Kage?” the telekinetic suggested. “It's appropriate, considering what we're doing.” As the name was fitting, everyone agreed that it would suit their purposes, thus a new team of assassins was born; they would no longer be the puppets but the ones pulling the strings themselves. Brad Crawford sat back in his chair, pleased at the unexpected turn of events. Things were going better than even he could have predicted. Eventually, the meeting ended with everyone wandering through the penthouse; Yohji and Omi had boyfriends to attend to, while Aya and Ken wanted to get a better feel for their new teammates.

 

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“I'm really glad everything is working out so well,” Omi's face held a relieved smile now that their teams had united. He and Nagi had retreated to their room once the meeting had broken up. As all the former Weiss assassins had made the appropriate excuses, and had conveniently left their cells at the Koneko, they didn't have to be back for awhile. This left a certain brown-haired telekinetic to spend a good amount of quality time with his boyfriend, and it wasn't likely that they'd get this much time alone for a fairly long time. Sure, they'd find some way to see each other, but that would probably only be for the odd hour or two.

 

“Yeah,” the brunette sighed, completely relaxed on his bed. Deciding that the archer was too far away for his liking, he exerted a bit of power and pulled the blonde into his waiting arms, eliciting a small yelp of surprise. “You were too far away, and I was all alone over here,” he pouted at the mock glare he received.

 

“Well, I guess I'll just have to make it up to you,” Omi replied in a seductive tone, a tone that sent a shiver down his spine as it usually meant things were about to get very heated, and the brunette was very much looking forward to this; it had been about three months since they'd had the opportunity.

 

“And just how do you plan on doing that,” the telekinetic purred in anticipation. The blonde leaned over to nibble on the sensitive skin around his ear.

 

“Like this,” he whispered between nips before all talking ceased. Straddling the lithe brunette, Omi moved his mouth to capture already parted lips, tongues meeting in a fierce show of passion. They remained locked in the embraced for several minutes as hands roamed freely from shoulders to chests until the telekinetic had the overwhelming desire to feel the pyro's bare skin against his own. Soft, delicate hands slid beneath the fabric of a shirt, slowly raising it until Omi was forced to lift his arms and momentarily break the kiss. With the first obstacle removed and thrown aside, two mouths once again formed a sweet union as nimble fingers began undoing the buttons of the brunette's shirt, which was soon tossed away as well. Trailing his mouth down his lover's neck and chest, the blonde began using a very talented tongue to tease small, brown nubs while hands traveled down his back and stopped to massage his firm ass. A small gasp of pleasure was heard as a third, invisible hand began to rub at his already throbbing erection. The archer removed his mouth from Nagi's now pert nipples and moved back up to catch the brunette's lips in another searing kiss, all the while grinding their groins together as they swallowed one anther's moans.

 

“Is the door locked?” Omi panted between nips to the telekinetic's neck. The sound of click was heard.

 

“It is now,” the brunette replied, as he began tugging the shorts restraining his lover's member. Omi didn't think twice and lifted his hips as both remaining items of clothing were removed from his body, freeing his straining hardness. So relieved at the slight release was he that he didn't notice what Nagi was doing until he was on his back, the brunette having already removed his own pants and boxers. Nearly screaming as a warm heat completely devoured him, the young man ran his fingers through soft, brown locks as a painful ecstasy thrummed through his whole being. The brunette continued the sweet torture for what seemed like an eternity, until ending his administrations with one final lick over the weeping tip. Slowly crawling up to cover the blonde, the telekinetic used his mouth to trace every piece of skin it came into contact with while reaching his hand under the pillow for the strategically placed tube of lubricant.

 

For a moment that seemed to last forever and at the same time didn't last long enough, eyes the color of sapphire stared deeply in darkened, sky-blue eyes, the love shining through the gaze only enhanced by the bond they shared; no words were necessary as their lips met in passionate, lingering kiss. The brunette poured some of the cool liquid to warm in his hand without once breaking the contact between them. Taking one coated finger, he gently eased it into the blonde's opening, pausing until his lover's face relaxed; repeatedly moving the digit in and out, he began to massage the muscles, coaxing them to stretch before adding a second finger. The process was repeated, and a third finger was added, by which point the archer was writhing beneath him, nearly begging the telekinetic for more and serving to further excite Nagi. Once assured that Omi was prepared, he removed his fingers, and applied a generous amount of lube to his painfully hard member. Placing his hands on the blonde's hips and the tip of his throbbing erection at the archer's entrance, he began to slowly push in, pausing once the tip passed through the tight ring. Looking into his lover's eyes, Omi nodded for him to continue. Without further hesitation, he pressed on until his was fully sheathed inside the fiery heat.

 

“Nagi,” Omi gasped out as the brunette slowly began to move. Hands roamed all over the front of the telekinetic's abdomen as the pace quickened slightly, strong legs wrapping around a thin waste. Grunts and moans of pleasure echoed quietly between them until the brunette found Omi's pleasure center, causing the pyro to squeeze his eyes shut and cry out as stars danced behind his blocked vision. Absolutely thrilled at hearing one of the most sensuous sounds in the universe, the young man made sure to hit that spot with each inward thrust. As the sensations became overwhelmingly unbearable, the blonde reached to stroke his own, neglected hardness, stroking it in time with the now wild pace. The sight of the archer's self-pleasure was intoxicating, nearly sending Nagi to his completion. Before they lost all coherent thought, Omi made sure that his empathy was still closed to everyone save his beautiful brunette, opening himself up completely as he felt the beginnings of his climax. The sharing of both emotional and physical completeness drove them over the edge, calling out in unison as they came together. Shivers racked their exhausted, flushed frames as Nagi pull out and collapsed onto his lover, shaking arms wrapping around him.

 

The telekinetic had enough sense to set the alarm for two hours before an `I love you' sounded in both their thoughts as they fell asleep in one another's arms, though something in the far depths of their minds nagged at them. A small voice, so quiet they didn't even know it existed, tried to tell that something was missing.

 

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“I wouldn't go back there is if I were you,” Schuldig warned Ken from his position on the couch. Said brunette was going to go see what Omi and Nagi were up to; he turned curious aqua eyes to the telepath at being stopped. “They're busy,” he answered the silent question. Realization dawned, and the ex-soccer player turned to rejoin the red head and Yohji in front of the television.

 

“Aren't they worried someone will hear them?” Ken questioned, not at all bothered by the fact that two of his friends were most likely having some very hot sex at the moment.

 

“Nah,” the blonde answered. “The walls here are pretty much sound proof.” The brunette snorted

 

“I suppose you're speaking from personal experience,” he stated dryly to which he received a wink from the ex-detective and a smirk from the German.

 

“Of course,” they replied at the same time.

 

“Okay, then. Why aren't you two taking the opportunity for this little bit of quality time?” Ken was genuinely curious as to why the two weren't out of site, going at it like dogs in heat. “It's not as if there's always going to be time now that all this shit has started up.”

 

“We're better at sneaking out in the middle of the night than they are,” Schuldig replied. “So we're not as deprived. That aside, what do you thing we were doing while you were chatting with Farf? Besides it's been at least,” the red head paused for a moment before continuing, “two months since they've had a chance to be together for more than an hour at a time without someone else around.” Ken felt a bit guilty at hearing that; he had been there the last time the two were together, and they had stayed up talking for hours, affording the younger two no time alone.

 

“Don't worry about it,” the blonde spoke up at seeing the look on the dark-haired assassins face, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking. “If they hadn't wanted you around after Omi finished explaining everything to you, they wouldn't have invited you to hang out with them.” Nodding his acceptance, the nineteen year old turned his attention to the television, though he wasn't really paying attention to what was going on. Instead, his mind wandered, distracted by the relationships that were going on around him. Yohji and Schuldig, and Nagi and Omi; they were so happy, and he was undeniably lonely. He was even somewhat aware that there was someone Aya was waiting for, though he didn't know why he knew that. For the next few hours, the brunette sat in a contemplative daze as the TV droned on in the background. All the talk about Kase the other day has reminded me of what it's like to be with someone who means more to you than your own life. I may now hate the son of a bitch with every fiber of my being, but that doesn't stop me from remembering.

 

Not used to being around someone who can literally hear a person's deepest desires, and thus not knowing how to shield stray thoughts from reaching a certain telepath, Ken was surprised when a sympathetic hand clasped his shoulder. It will come for you, too, he heard the German's voice in his mind. From somewhere you would never think to look. Eyes the color of the ocean widened a bit, though it wasn't from the shock of suddenly hearing someone other than himself speaking in his head.

 

“Do you know something?” he asked the telepath aloud, looking at the man expectantly. The blonde detective had a curious look on his face as well, not knowing anything of what had transpired.

 

“Maybe,” Ken would have thought the response was, at best, smart-assed, but the serious look on Schuldig's face told him otherwise. “But it's not my place to say, and if I did tell you what I suspect, it might only make things that much more difficult.” The confused teen just nodded dumbly, not really comprehending but still understanding at the same time.

 

“I think, though,” the red haired man started, changing the subject. “That it would be a good idea for you and Aya to get Omi to teach you how to make simple mental barriers. The both of you are leaking random thoughts all over the place.”

 

“So I did miss something,” the blonde stated idly, no longer confused as to where the conversation had come from.

 

“And what is it that the great detective Yohji missed?” Omi teased, appearing with Nagi in tow.

 

“Nothing important,” the older blonde waved the question off. “And just what have you two been up to all this time?” His face held a knowing smirk as the two youngest simply rolled their eyes at the obvious pun.

 

“Anyway,” the archer moved to plop onto the couch between Ken and the armrest, where the telekinetic made to perch. “We should probably get going soon. Don't want to raise any suspicion by being gone for too long.”

 

“That may be,” the claw wielding assassin replied. “But we seem to be short one teammate, and I have no idea where he disappeared to after the meeting.”

 

“Oh, he's in the office with Brad,” Schuldig supplied then smirked. “I think they were related in a past life.”

 

“Tell me about it,” the lanky blonde rolled his eyes. “I've never met two more single-minded people in my life. I don't even know Crawford that well, but I can tell. When he sets out to do something, it will get finished or there will be hell to pay. It's the same with Aya.”

 

“Yeah, but it's in a good way,” Omi interjected. “I mean, at least they both know what's really important, as opposed to some people.” That effectively brought the conversation to a halt; they all knew who those `some' people were. The five assassins sat in a thoughtful silence until Aya returned from his chat with Crawford, a rare dazed look coloring his face; not long after, four men left the penthouse to return to their charade as Weiss. As they made their way back to the Koneko, the swordsman couldn't help but think about what Crawford had told him as he left the man's office. He's alive. Two words that were so seemingly random had made all the sense in the world to him.

 

TBC

End of chapter note: And I thought it was hard writing a four-way conversation. I hope I pulled off the eight-way one reasonably well, but I guess we'll see. I've also left a few subtle hints of what's to come in the last couple of chapters. If I did this right, you won't notice until after a certain set of events happen, and then you'll look back and say how obvious they are now. I'm crossing my fingers on that one because I love it when I read a fic that does that. Or you might just wind up figuring it out right now, in which case I would appreciate you letting me know so I can work on it for future chapters and fics.