Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly Kisses ❯ A Beginning of a Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Butterfly Kisses

A Sequel to Pandora's Box

By Jepardy

 

Weiss were the ones to open Pandora's Box, but can Schwarz handle what was inside?

 

WARNINGS: Violence, language, Yaoi (BradxSchu, YohjixOmi, AyaxKen), references to rape

 

A/N: This picks up two weeks after the end of Pandora's Box. There is some OCC on the part of Nagi, he is more open with his emotions, and acts slightly more like a kid his age would. Maybe a little OCC on the rest too, but I tried to keep them in character as much as possible. And, I've discovered the more I like a character, the worse I am to them. I killed off my beloved Omi in Pandora's Box, now in this one, Brad's, plain and simply put, a TOTAL asshole. Gomen to Brad fans. Also, I took free liberty to the HOW of Farfie's missing eye.

 

 

//italics// means telepathy

`italics' means thoughts

 

 

PART 1:

A Beginning of a Beginning

 

Pandora's back from her undercover work with Weiss, but all is not as it should be as old memories are brought back with her.

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 2, 2000

SCHWARZ MANSION

(TOKYO, JAPAN)

 

"I thought you had said the chibi wasn't your style, yet it was him you played." Schuldich told the young woman as he approached her. She was sitting in the woods that covered the mansion Schwarz used, leaning against a tree and dazing off in to nothing. She was 19, but barley. Though you would never be able to guess a definite age. She could easily fall anywhere from 15 to 30 if she had to. Her long hair flowed openly down her shoulders, stray pieces being caught here and there by the wind to blow in to her face. In the dying rays of the sunlight her hair actually appeared to flicker. Going between an almost silver and a darker blue. As he came close enough to lean against the same tree she was using though he realized it must have just been the light, for now, up close, it was the same pale blue he had remembered it as. She turned her head to him, gazing up at him with her pricing orange eyes. Only at the moment they didn't look so piercing. They seemed, not so much softer, as they did simply duller. She looked at him puzzled for a moment. Longer then a moment actually. Schuldich felt like jumping back, away from her. This was more unnerving to him then any of the glares she had cast his way before. And those glares could cause almost anyone to piss their pants on the spot.

"Panda bear?" he asked quietly. Not sure if speaking to her was a wise idea, but seeing no other options. Or at least viable options. When she had first come to Schwarz, he had constantly tried to get inside her head. Always finding shields that would put Brad's to shame though when he did. And after their last mission, resulting in the death of Weiss's youngest member, she had let him in briefly. It was more of a warning though to never try again in his opinion. It was like a hailstorm, tornado, hurricane, blizzard, volcano, and about any other whirlwind disaster that could be named in her head. He'd had a migraine for 2 weeks after.

"Sorry." she said hurriedly, in a clipped off tone as she quickly looked away and stood, brushing herself off. Trying to hide whatever had just been in her head from herself as much as from him. When she finally deemed the form fitting jeans clean, and had readjusted herself in the black spots bra she considered a shirt, she looked at him again. The intensity was back, and then some. It was like looking in to a wild animals eyes right before they ripped your still beating heart out.

"It wasn't the chibi I was playing with my guilty one. He may have been the one to die, but I assure you, the one who was played, was his tall blonde boyfriend." and with that she was walking away, and back in to the manor. It was a school night, and she guessed Nagi was still working on that report that he had been unable to finish due to the paper work Crawford had forced on him. If she remembered right it was for science class, Cellular mitosis. She thought maybe she just might be able to give him SOME help on it. Schuldich just stared after her confused. He had never claimed to understand her, or claimed to be sane. But at the moment his total misunderstanding of her left him thinking that not only was he probably sane, but at this rate, Farfarello was too.

 

~*~*~

 

"Brad," came the purely sexual call Schuldich gave as he entered in to the Schwarz leaders office.

"Not now. I'm working." was all the precog would say, not even sparing time to glance up.

"For once, I'm not here about that." those words out of someone like Schuldich's mouth not only caused Brad to look up, but to drop the papers he was holding, nearly fall forward on the desk, and have one hell of a coughing fit, after he picked his jaw off the floor of course.

"WHAT?" he finally asked. When he told Schu, 'I'm working.', it was normally flowed by crude innuendoes about how to take a break, not an 'ok, but there's some thing else'.

"Hey come on. Give a guy credit. That's not ALL I ever think about you know." Schuldich spoke out defensively as he moved to sit down in the chair across from Crawford. Not on Crawford, hell, not even provocatively, just, sitting.

"Yes, it is." Crawford told him, still slightly reeling in shock.

"Well this time I'm thinking about that little Pandora's box of yours." Brad's eyes widened even farther and the possibilities of that sentence couldn't be made out to be good, no matter what future he looked in to.

"What about her?" he asked coldly, more so then even for him. Schu just gave him a look as if to say 'not you too' before answering.

"What's with her? I mean, first when I find her in the woods, which is the only place she is besides the roof. I don't even think she knows she has a room, anyway. When I found her there, she looked at me like she had no idea who I was or why I was talking to her. And not just for a second like a person would from coming out of a dream or something. She stared at me like that for a good five minutes at least. And now, now she's helping Nagi of all people on his homework." Schuldich looked expectedly at the man sitting before him, the man who fucked him time and time again, though always made sure to leave emotion, or kind emotions at that, out of it, for some explanation for all of this. He didn't get it.

"Fuck." was all Crawford spit out.

"Now who's trying to start something?" the German smirked. Knowing that wasn't what the older man meant, but not able to resist. The glare Crawford sent him was enough to keep further comments to himself.

"I knew this would happen. And it's all your fault as well."

"How so?" Schuldich practically demanded.

"You shot her." Crawford said, as if it was a good enough explication.

"Ah, Brad, babe, you TOLD me to." Green eyes washed in to honey brown with more of a 'duh' look then even the best American teenagers could manage.

"No, I said, shoot AT her. AT her, not HER. In fact I told you specifically to NOT shot her, no matter what." Crawford growled out through clenched teeth.

"So, a little misunderstanding. Like she can't live with a little pain." Crawford lowered his gaze back to the dropped papers in front of him. Picking up one and studying it briefly before speaking again.

"In that ally, when you shot her, do you remember what she said before she passed out?" he asked the red head sitting in front of him.

"No, not really. It was hard to pick up. The com devise probably got it though." he stated, wondering what any of that had to do with anything.

"It did, listen." Crawford told him as he picked up a small tape recorder that had been sitting near him. He pressed the play button. Pandora's voice could be heard coming out. Mumbled and in a tone that Schuldich could never remember the woman he referred to as his little panda bear EVER use. He tried to chalk it up to the drone of background noise and static that came from amping the sound, but still he couldn't convince himself. It was only after the voice had stopped and Brad had shut off the tape recorder and sat it back down that Schuldich was able to get over the shock of the TONE of the words to realize he hadn't understood the WORDS themselves. His confused expression asked the question for him.

"It was Swedish." Crawford explained. "It roughly translates to mean, 'You've already caused me so much pain, why do you still hurt me.' Now if you'll go tell Nagi I wish to see him, I have to try and clean up the potently catastrophic mess that your stupidity has created." and with that Crawford turned back to his work. Schuldich sat there for a second longer. Realizing that he should be angry over what Brad had just said. But he wasn't actually. In fact the only emotion he was able to pull out enough from the jumble now floating inside of him to actually define was that of fear. And not for Pandora, but for himself, and the rest of Schwarz, stemming from her strange actions, the strange words on the tape, and the fact that he knew she could kill them all with less then the blink of an eye. With those thoughts scurrying through his already over crowed mind, he left Crawford's office in search of Nagi. Hoping above everything that Pandora wouldn't still be with him.

 

 

 

SWITZERLAND

SEPTEMBER 14, 1985:

 

"Anna," the young girls voice drifted in to the other room. The woman it was directed to moved out father from the sink where she was washing the breakfast dishes. She just looked at the little 4 year old for a moment. The tiny girl was curled up on the small window ledge in the front of their house. Eyes staring out at the late summer grass, and the start of falling leaves.

"What dear?" she finally asked, giving a small sigh as she did so. The tone of voice that the girl had used on that one simple word made it obvious she wanted something, and that thought scared Anna.

"I want a friend Anna." she said simply. Turning her soft orange eyes to bore in to the much older woman. The intensity of her stare was cut back only by the wisps of bright blue hair that fell in to her face. Complementing her eyes in a way that such odd colors shouldn't be able to, yet looked perfectly beautiful on the child. Anna had to take a moment to collect herself. A demand for a cookie, the latest video game, a trip to the store. Those things she could handle, and keep the girl happy with. Which was always her number one goal. But this, this was something new.

"What?" she finally asked.

"A friend. All those other kids my age have friends. I want one." she told Anna. As if it was just common sense, and expected Anna to go get her one. As Anna was still trying to get together enough thought to answer the girl, and remain living while she did so, the girl spoke again.

"We're staying here until I get one." she said with the tone of authority you'd expect from a middle-aged businessman, not a four-year-old little girl. With that the girl turned and looked out the window again. Tilting her head to the side, causing her hair to fall over one shoulder, and leaving her neck bare. Anna opened her mouth to speak. Intent on telling the child, 'no, we have to move soon'. Before she could though, she saw the two tiny flecks of silver at the base of the girl's neck. The two marks from where the encoded DNA of the elders was inserted in to her while she was still a fetus. That was why Anna insisted on keeping the girls hair long, so that they were covered. Seeing them now reminded her of how dangerous saying 'no' to that child could be. The last time the girl hadn't gotten her way, they were forced to move. Simply because three-fourths of the city they were in was destroyed as part of the tantrum the girl had. And that had been over having a bowl of ice cream right before dinnertime. Something this serious, and she was older, stronger now on top of it... Anna shuddered at the implications.

"Okay. We'll wait a while longer, but, but..." her voice trailed off as she came to sit next to the girl who was almost her daughter, brushing her hair back and over the two silver marks.

"I know. If they get to close, we have to move." the girl said. Anna breathed a sigh of relief. Glad for once that the girl's superior intelligence out weighed her childlike instincts.

"I thought you didn't like those kids anyway? You always said they were to low for your standards." Anna questioned.

"They are. They're stupid, childish, and pathetic in more ways then I can imagine. But that doesn't mean they should have one up on me. They have friends, so I should to." she said as she stood up and headed for the door. Attempting her first try at socializing. Anna watched her go and sighed again.

"Maybe I would have been better off just handing you over." she whispered under her breath before getting up and moving to finish the dishes.

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 2, 2000

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

Schuldich walked in to Nagi's room and all but flinched. Pandora was still there with him. He teased around with her, called her 'Mein little Panda bear', and generally got along with her. But now, after this last mission, after what Crawford had told him, after seeing her almost vulnerable in the forest earlier that day, she scared him. Scared him to a point that he didn't know he could be scared. And he knew that she could probably read that in him as well. It had never come out what her power was, what she was capable of. But he had a good idea that both telepathy and telekinetics were in there somewhere. He was ready to make a hasty retreat from Nagi's room, and tell Crawford to get the brat himself if he needed to see him that badly, when he realized that they were both asleep. Passed out from studying. There were books and notes spread out over half of the floor. Nagi was stretched out, using one arm as a pillow, the other arm still held an ink pen over the notebook he'd been writing in, still wearing that damned school uniform of his. Pandora had changed and was wearing a loose pair of gray sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt with some J-Pop singer on it. She was holding an open biology book on her chest, head laying on Nagi's side. There were no ulterior motives anywhere. It wasn't two teenagers trying to get one or the other in bed and filling the room with sexual tension. It had the feel of just what it looked like. Two high school kids passed out after trying to pull an all nighter. He looked over the scene for a good ten minutes before moving. Studying Pandora especially. Some people were inclined to say the phrase, innocence of sleep, but that didn't fit here. Even in sleep she didn't have an innocent look. But her 'brutal killer' look was absent as well. She had but the aura of a normal 19-year-old girl. Studying with a friend and falling asleep while doing so. It would have been a normal sight for any household in the country. But for the paranormal headquarters of Schwarz, it wasn't normal. Afraid that moving in to the room, much less shaking Nagi awake would also awaken the girl, Schu chose the next best option he had.

//Nagi, wake up.// he gently probed in to the sleeping boys mind. A dim sleep filled mind tried to grasp hold of the intrusive thought that wasn't its own, and failed.

//Nagi, come on. get up. Crawford wants to see you.// Schuldich planted again. This time it worked. The young boy stirred gently and casually blinked his eyes open. Slowly looking around as if to decipher if it was real or not. Schuldich helped him clear those thoughts up.

"And be careful not to wake Panda bear up when you stand." he spoke in a hushed tone from the doorway. The young Japanese boy looked at him from where he still lay on the floor. Confusion spread through his face for a moment, before he realized that Pandora was using him as a literal body pillow. At that point the confusion was traded in for a small blush.

"Don't worry. Even the henti that I am, I can't make this scene dirty." Schu laughed from the doorway as he started to walk away. "Well, I CAN, but I wont. So just hurry up and get your ass to Crawford." he amended slightly before he vanished around the corner. Nagi gave a small sigh. Part relief over Schuldich's lack of comments, partly over the frustration of Crawford wanting to see him. It was late, and even with Pandora's help he hadn't finished his paper yet. It was due tomorrow. And even though he did have a legitimate excuse for not having it done, he had a felling his teacher wouldn't except 'I didn't have time to work on it because I was too busy planning out the next assassination that my team has to do, as well as trying to murder off this other group of assassins that's in our way a lot.' as the truth. Even if it was. And besides, if the teacher DID except that, Crawford would kill him as soon as he got home for saying it.

Nagi's mind was still trying to come up with a believable lie as he entered Crawford's office and started to make his way over to the chair that sat opposite the mans desk. He was so caught up in his thoughts that when Crawford spoke it caught him off guard.

"Nagi, stop." Nagi's head snapped up as he paused in mid step to give Crawford a confused look.

"Huh?" was the most intelligent thing he could mange to reply to his leader with. Crawford rolled his eyes and gave a tired snort. The kid was still half asleep.

"Get over here and sit down." He ordered the boy who still hadn't moved since he'd heard the 'stop'. At Crawford's next words though he hurried over in to the chair and looked at Crawford with wide eyes, chewing slightly on his bottom lip. He looked like a kid who had just been sent to the principal's office for misbehaving. Which wasn't far off. Except in the case of Crawford, the resident precog, he was normally in trouble for doing stuff he hadn't even thought of doing yet.

"Stop." Crawford spoke again. Lowing the entire rooms temperature a good six degrees with his tone. Nagi's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Crawford's stone face. Angry wasn't even a start to describe the expression that was there.

"Stop what?" Nagi asked confused.

"What you are doing with Pandora. It has to stop."

"WHOA! WAIT! We aren't doing anything!" Nagi yelled as he all but jumped out of his chair towards Crawford's desk. Eyes wide and cheeks beginning to flush as he realized that maybe this was about something they WOULD do. And in that case he wasn't so sure he wanted to make it stop. She WAS pretty damned hot, and had already offered that once...

"Nagi." Brad's voice cut in to the telekinetics run away thoughts. Making the boy snap back to attention and sit down again. Though at this point, his sitting wasn't very comfortable.

"I know that between the two of you there is nothing of THAT sort, nor will there be.” he told the boy, shaking his head slightly at the way Nagi kept trying to cross his legs with no avail. Crawford knew it wasn't his fault that he had the normal hormonal instincts of a 15, nearly 16, year old boy.

"Oh." was the only answer that Nagi could come up with as he tried not to show his disappointment at that revelation. "Then what do we have to stop?" he asked.

"Not plural Nagi, just YOU have to stop."

"Okay, so, just me. But WHAT?"

"Befriending her. Stop getting close, stop letting HER get close. Stop trying to be a friend, and stop letting her try to make you her friend." Crawford told him, still with that hardened tone that meant he was deadly serious. Nagi just looked at him mystified.

"Why?" he finally managed to ask.

"Simply put, its something she doesn't need, and can't handle. She is more powerful then you can imagine, and any bond that holds her to anything is dangerous, and will become a threat to her, and us. She is to have no connections to anything, or anyone, besides what is necessary to do her job. Is that understood?" Crawford asked, as he managed to stare at Nagi in a way that caused the ceiling light to reflect off his glass and nearly blind the boy.

"Yes sir." was all Nagi could respond with. He then stood and started to leave, with a slightly heavy heart. It seemed he was destined to never have anyone. Whenever he got close to someone, he was forced apart from them.

"Oh, and Nagi," Crawford called out one last time just before the boy left.

"Nani?" the Japanese youth asked as he looked over his shoulder.

"If she is still in your room, sleep on the couch in the living room." Nagi just gave a small nod of his head as he left, pulling the door shut behind him.

"Don't do anything stupid Nagi. If you can't handle this yourself, I will. And that, neither one of you want." Crawford spoke out in to the empty room. Knowing his threat wasn't heard, but feeling better just for saying it.