Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly Kisses ❯ Means to a Mistake ( Chapter 5 )

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: 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 5:

Means to a Mistake

 

Crawford has taken his steps to fix the situation, and too late realizes they may have been in the wrong direction.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 9, 2000:

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

“You wanted to see me Crawford?” Nagi asked as he left the stairs. He shuddered slightly at the feeling as he walked in to the room, and across the barrier. He avoided the gym as much as he could for that reason. It was a barricaded area. No ones abilities could work in there. Crawford had it designed that way. So that in there, Schwarz could focus on their brute strength and hand-to-hand fighting skills. Nagi hated it. He was small, and didn't have much in the way of strength, other then his powers. If it ever came down to a hand-to-hand fight with him, every punch he threw had a telekinetic force behind it.

“Yes. Come over here please.” the man said from where he was standing in the corner. It was where the punching bag Crawford used normally hung, but it was absent from the area at the moment. Nagi slightly puzzled over that. It was obvious that he had been using it earlier. Crawford's dark hair was tousled and sticking slightly to his forehead from perspiration. His bare chest glistened almost with the sweat that lingered in the folds of his well-defined, muscular chest and torso above the black sweat pants that graced his legs. Both fists were tapped, and his glasses weren't on his face either. As Nagi approached he couldn't shake the feeling of something being wrong.

“Where's the heavy bag Crawford?” he finally asked when he came to stand near the man, and realized that Crawford wasn't actually going to be the first to talk.

“I took it down for the time being. I have a replacement instead.” the Schwarz leader answered him in a voice that could only be described as deadly.

“What do you me…” Nagi was unable to finish his question as Crawford roughly grabbed him and bound his hands together. Taking them then and hanging them from the empty hook on the weight bags stand.

“NO! What the fuck Crawford!?” The Japanese youth shouted out as he fought with everything he had to get away, it didn't work though. Crawford was larger and much stronger then he was. Now it made sense why the man had wanted to talk to Nagi in the gym, here the boy didn't have his telekinetics to help him.

“CRAWFORD! What are you doing!?” Nagi continued to scream as he thrashed the best he could from his new position, suspended in the air.

“I am remedying the problem that I believe I told YOU to take care of.” Crawford responded calmly as he looked at the boy.

“I told you to stay away from Pandora. And instead you nearly get her and yourself killed on a mission. Not to mention nearly getting both Schuldich and Farfarello caught.” the man said as he adjusted the wraps on his hands. Nagi knew what was coming.

“Crawford, please, I..” Nagi didn't finish as trying to breathe around the fist in his stomach became his main concern.

“All any of you are is tools.” A punch to Nagi's side, one to his cheek.

“Tools to better my cause.” One to his back, two in the chest.

“And it is obvious now that Pandora is a weakness, especially when placed with you.” His right eye, his jaw, three jabs to the stomach.

“But SHE is more powerful then you could ever imagine. Making it more to my benefit to dispose of you, and put up with her shit.” Nagi felt his ribs break, the strain in his arms had already dislocated his shoulder.

“Then to dispose of her, and lose all of that power.” his wrist snapped, another rib, this one might have punctured a lung, breathing was even harder now.

“Because Nagi,” the fists stopped and Crawford moved from line of sight for a second. “Power is EVERYTHING.” he was back now, and holding a gun to Nagi. The boy tried to move, tried to scream, tried anything, but it didn't work. He was beat beyond the ability to do much more then breathe, and even that was hard. The gun rang out three times in the mostly empty gym. Once would have been enough, but without the use of his precognition, Crawford wanted to be sure.

 

~*~*~

 

“What ya watching?” Pandora asked as she walked in to the living room and sat down next to Schuldich on the couch.

“I thought you'd be out all day today after what we gave you last night.” he responded, casting a glance her way. She just shrugged and moved so that her cheek was laying against the darkly tanned skin of his arm that extended past his short-sleeved shirt. Her hair almost brushing against his chin. He took a deep breath inhaling the sent of it. It smelled like the forest, raspberry shampoo, and cigarette smoke. It wasn't the sent of his cloves that she always seemed to be stealing from him though, it was something else, but still something familiar. Leaving him to believe she had her own stash, and wanting a smoke himself.

“No, I'm a little out of it, but sedatives don't really affect me that much.” she told him plainly as she began to watch the television. It was some stupid American show about doctors during a war.(*1) She could care less about it, so decided on another way of amusing herself.

“Hey, knock it off, that tickles.” Schu said as he shoved the girl off of him and rubbed his arm where she had been fluttering her eyelashes before grabbing his smokes. She sat up and giggled, not laughed, but giggled at him.

“What? Its just a butterfly kiss.” She told him with a hurt look, but a smile in her voice. He just stared at her. Trying to make sense of her actions, and attitude. He finally gave up and turned to light his clove.

“Don't.” she said suddenly. Looking away from him and holding her head.

“Nani?” he asked her.

“Don't smoke.” she said, sounding almost unsure of her own words.

“And why not?” Schuldich asked as he removed the still unlit cigarette from between his lips to give her a look somewhere between contempt for telling him not to smoke, and confusion over it being HER that was telling him this.

“Because I can't decided whether to ask you for one, or start lecturing that it'll kill you, so just don't.” she spit out at him. For the first time actually giving words to the chaos in her head. Schuldich had half a mind to light up anyway, and blow the smoke right in to her face, just to see what would happen, but figured Crawford would have his ass, literally, for it. He put away the cigarette and turned back to the television instead.

“Where's Nagi?” she asked him after a few minutes of silence interrupted only by the television. Schuldich didn't really pay her much attention, focused on the show by now instead. So he didn't really think about her question before answering it.

“In the gym with Crawford.” he should have. Before the sentence even fully left his mouth she bolted up and ran at top speed for the gym.

She burst from the stairs and through the barrier in time to see Crawford pulling the bloody wraps from his hands. And to see Nagi's battered, beat, and bloody form still hanging from the hook. Limp and lifeless as a rag doll. Crawford quickly glanced up to her with a look of horror, shock, and hate on his face. The downsides to being in a room where he had no chance to see the future were now very clear.

“Agh!” Pandora let out a gurgled scream as she tried to lunge at Crawford. She didn't make it though. She collapsed to the ground halfway between him and the stairs, holding her head and muttering strangled curses in Swedish. Going through the barrier had not been a good thing for her. Before, even at its worst, the rift in her mind was held in check with her powers. Now they were not present, and everything exploded.

“Get her out of here!” Crawford snarled at Schuldich who had been hot on the girls heels after he realized what he'd done. The telepath just continued to stare in to the room in horror.

“What did you do Crawford?” he finally asked.

“I fixed the problem, now get her the FUCK OUT OF HERE!” he screamed at the other man. Schuldich let his body move without the help of his mind, picking up the girl and tossing her over his shoulder as he left. His mind was still staring in to the room, at the sight that had been in there, and reeling in pain and loss.

He finally came out of it slightly as he laid Pandora down on her bed. She was still shacking and muttering things, but for the most part was out cold. He brushed a long stand of silver tinted blue hair away from her face.

“You better get over this Panda Bear. Because if we lost Nagi for nothing, Crawford wont be the only problem you have to deal with.” he threatened to her as he left the room.

 

 

SEPTEMBER 14, 2000

TOKYO, JAPAN

 

The warehouse was hot and stuffy, and she was stuck in a corner behind creates. She knew what she was supposed to be doing, but she couldn't bring herself to do it at the moment. Suddenly a sharp blow caught Ken off guard and sent him back in to the crates that had been her hiding spot. Scattering them everywhere and sending her flying back. Before she had a chance to move away again, she was spotted by Schuldich.

“Ah, so that's where you've been hiding, I knew I could feel your mind around here.” he all put purred out at her as he began to step towards her. He was now ready for the fireworks to begin, to see this girl in action. To watch her turn against the people who thought she was there to help THEM. He got a little too carried away in his thoughts, Yohji was able to get his wire around him and stop any further movement.

The girl just sat there and watched. All eight men were locked in battle. She knew she had to get up and help. But couldn't. Her mind was tearing apart. She couldn't get a hold on who she was. Kylala, and needing to help Weiss, or Pandora, and needing to help Schwarz. And that's when it happened.

Yohji's wire landed a solid hook around Schuldich's neck. Nagi had to ignore Omi for the moment and throw the blonde off of his teammate. As Schuldich moved back in to play, he realized that Nagi still had a hold of Yohji, so he moved in to target Omi instead. In the brief pause Omi was given from Nagi's attacks, he had rushed to see if Kylala was still okay. With his back turned, he didn't stand a chance of seeing the faster then light German as he approached from behind.

“NOO!!” Kylala suddenly yelled, bolting up and in to the middle of the battle. Stepping between Omi and Schuldich. Her mind had snapped to a decision when Omi had started to come to see her. Omi was her friend. Her first, her only. She had to help HIM. Forgetting both Weiss and Schwarz.

“What?” the German asked, stopping in his tracks to look at the girl. He couldn't figure out what in the hell she was doing. //Back away.// he added as a mental warning in to her head. To try and remind her of her place as Schwarz.

“NO! Don't touch him! He doesn't deserve to die!” She yelled back. Now her cries were beginning to draw the others attention as well. Omi just stood on the other side of her looking flabbergasted.

“He's Weiss. He dies like the rest!” Schuldich shouted back. He was confused as to what she thought she was doing. It was time for her little game to end, and NOW. //What the hell do you think your doing, MOVE!// came the scream in her head.

“I don't care if you kill the rest of them, but DON'T TOUCH HIM!!” she screamed back. //He's better then this, I wont let you kill him. He's my friend!// she shouted in her head, directing it with everything she had back to Schuldich.

“Fine, then I wont.” he said with a laugh, giving up on her and stepping aside for what he knew was coming. Kylala looked at him, briefly puzzled, then she saw it too. In the uproar that the three of them were making, Ken had paused in his fight against Farfarello just long enough to let the Irish man escape. Farfarello was now heading full force towards Omi, knife drawn, and no one was close enough to stop him. Except Kylala. With speed and courage she didn't even know she possessed she charged at Omi, throwing both their bodies to the ground just as Farfarello hit them. All three were sent in to a tangled pile on the ground. Farfarello jumped back up nearly as soon as he landed. Leaving the other two still piled on the ground.

“You saved me.” Omi whispered out from where he was under her. Suddenly her eyes hardened right before him. Drawing a murderous hunger into them he had never saw before.

“No, I didn't.” she said in a cold tone that didn't fit the girl Omi knew. And with that she pulled out the sai Ken hadn't touched, the real one. And before Omi could even move, or say anything else, it was through his heart. She tucked it back into its hiding spot seconds before she passed out. The rift in her mind too much to deal with. The only thought that trickled in to her in that last second she was still coherent was that she had just killed the only friend she had ever had.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 9, 2000:

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

“AH!” Pandora bolted awake from the dream of the warehouse with a scream. She tumbled out of bed and hit the floor in a tangled pile of blankets and tears. The only thought cycling through her head was that she'd killed her only friend. The two sides to her mind were fighting each other. Trying to decided if it was a good thing or not. And waiting for her to tell them. She couldn't. She couldn't figure anything out in her head. `Omi is dead, Nagi is dead, I am Pandora now.' she kept trying to repeat in her head, trying to give herself something else to focus on. It wasn't working. She couldn't believe Omi had died, much less at her own hands. She didn't want to believe Nagi was gone simply because she existed, and Pandora was still a person she had yet to truly become.

“AGHHHHHHHH!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, shattering the mirror, window, and any thing else breakable in the entire room. The force that was behind it, the power that was flowing out of her unbound mind, was enough to shake the entire building. Causing anything that had been hanging on a wall the crash to the ground. The noise and force of her screams and destruction was enough to wake the remaining three members of Schwarz. Schuldich and Crawford flew to her room, intent to find out just what the hell was going on. Farfarello backed himself in a corner of his padded cell, and almost thanked god that he was locked away and safe from Pandora this time. He really didn't need to loose his other eye as well.

The door to her room was locked. Crawford quickly grabbed the ring of keys he had, one to every door in the place, and began to try to unlock it. As Schuldich watched him, he had half a mind to tell the man that if he hadn't `disposed' of Nagi they would have already been inside, but wasn't given the chance.

“GET BACK!” Crawford yelled at him, jumping away from the door a split second before another scream from inside caused it to come flying off of its hinges and crash in to the wall on the other side of the hall, shattering in to a million pieces. Both men just stared at each other for a second. Both wanting to know what was happening, but neither brave enough to venture in to that room. Finally Crawford's gaze stopped being one of pleading the other man to walk in first, and turned to ordering. Schuldich gulped down the lump in his throat and slowly moved to peer in to the room.

“Panda bear?” he called out gently as he stepped in. After he didn't receive any reply, and wasn't blown up in to small bits, Crawford followed behind him, flipping on the light switch as he did so. The room was filled with an artificial yellow glow instantly. Giving way for them to see the destruction. The first thing that caught their attention was that everything was broken, smashed, ripped, destroyed. The second thing was that they were alone in the room. The only other sound besides there breathing as they took in the sight was that of a ripped curtain fluttering in the nighttime breeze against the shattered window.

“FUCK!” Crawford finally shouted out in the silence as he turned and stormed out of the room. He would have slammed the door for all it was worth as well, if it hadn't already been lying across the hall in very small pieces.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 10, 2000:

KONEKO NO SUMU

 

Kudo Yohji was tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn't get sleep. His mind kept filling with images he never again wanted to see, words he never again wanted to here. But did every time he closed his eyes.

 

***DREAM***

The way Ken talked soccer with her, the soft smile that filled her cute face when Omi was around. The unbreakable trust the chibi had in his friend. The sparkle her eyes took just before she let out that sweet laugh that was hers and hers alone. The childish innocence that was about her. The way her hair and eyes actually clashed with one another, yet were both natural. The terror and pain that flooded in to her when her past was brought up, and the way she fought to smile despite it all. The faces she made when he went to smoke around her, and the lectures he got on the dangerous of lung cancer. The way she was at least 19, yet still had the girlish voice, and blatant innocence of a child.

The pair of eyes he could feel beating down at him from the mountains around them that night, promising pain and suffering. The tattoo that was held in silver at the base of her neck. The woman on the ledge, fleeing before the coliseum came down. The hard animal eyes, the near growl on her deadly face. The black leather and silver hair. The death that awaited in her eyes. The cuffs on her arms that held her sais. The power she so blatantly had. The force of fight she made sure all knew was in her. The animal she appeared to be, and the fox she called herself.

“Just wondering if a girl you didn't even love put you here, what'd happen if something ever happened Omi, the man you truly love.”

“There waiting on a fifth member.”

“Something about when the woman shows up.”

Ken checked the one sai, he didn't the other. Only one turned out to be fake. She saved Omi, made a point to protect him against her own team. It was her, her own hands that killed Yohji's lover, not Farfarello.

The revenge that was sworn against her.

“I will make her pay for this Omi. I will make her pay.” The death his own two hands had to give her.

***END DREAM***

 

 

Yohji woke up with a sob in an empty bed. It had always been empty. Ever since that fatal mission when he had lost his lover. Yohji glanced over at the calendar, then over at his clock. It was 26 days as of now. 26 days that he had been without Omi. 26 days filled with pain. 26 days where he couldn't do, say, or think of anything that didn't remind him of Omi. The one person who had fully owned his heart and soul. The only one who ever had. He hated that girl, loathed her more so then anything he could imagine.

When Asuka had died, he'd hurt and wanted revenge. He'd been sad and lonely. But after he met Omi that had just melted away. It made him realize that as much as he'd cared for her, it hadn't been love. When he had to kill Neu it had hurt again, but he'd had Omi to help him through. Now, now he had nothing. Nothing except an answer to a question he wished he'd never heard.

`Just wondering if a girl you didn't even love put you here, what'd happen if something ever happened Omi, the man you truly love.' He knew now what would happen. He would spend ever moment of his existence hunting the girl down and take pleasure in killing her, killing her slowly and painfully, with his own two hands.

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 10, 2000

OTAKU CEMETERY

(5 MILES NORTH OF TOKYO, JAPAN)

 

Yohji moved through the tangle of headstones. His feet following a path that long ago they had learned. His mind still reeling from the dream of the night before, and his heart still crying for Omi long after his actual tears had given out. As he approached the one stone that hurt him so much he heard someone else's sob echoing back to him in the fall breeze. A girl's voice, sobbing over someone's grave. He felt a sharp stab of sympathy for her. Knowing how it hurt to lose a person. As he came still closer to Omi's grave the sobs increased. The person was crying over Omi. He paused and stared past the few stones that separated him and his lover's resting place. He could see a fall of blue hair resting against the stone that held Omi's name and slightly tanned arms swinging fists against the ground as the sobbing didn't let up. It was her. It was the one who had taken him. The one he had sworn his revenge against.

Yohji's steps didn't hasten any. He still kept the slow pace he had. But now his face held determination instead of sadness. His hand came up to the release switch on his watch, readying it for when he was close enough to use it on her. As soon as he came close enough to fully see her, just as he was about to let the wire go, she looked up.

“Why?” she sobbed out at him. Her orange eyes peering in to him with something he couldn't name. Pain, sorrow, confusion filled her voice. As if it was that she honestly didn't know why the boy in the ground before her had died. Yohji froze in his movements, just staring down at her. His eyes not believing the sight that was before him.

“Why did he have to die?” she sobbed out at Yohji before dropping her head again and nearly lifelessly hitting her fist to the ground, her entire body shaking in sobs. Yohji still held the wire in his fingers. He still was ready to throw it out at her, but he couldn't. Everything in his mind was screaming at him not to be taken in by her again. Not to be fooled by the emotions she could through herself in to. But his heart wouldn't let him. His heart was telling him there was something else there, that this wasn't a ruse. Just as he was about to tell his heart to shove it and kill the girl anyway, he heard her chock out one more question past the tears.

“He was my friend wasn't he? Tell me he was my friend, tell me he didn't die.” Yohji dropped the wire and just looked down at her. Her hair was bluer then he remembered, her body even thinner. It was as if the girl at his feet, laying across his lover's grave, wasn't the same one who killed him. Wasn't the same person who had threatened his death the first time he had seen her.

He knelt down next to her, still just looking at her. Then right before his eyes her hair seemed to change colors. It flicked to a startling bright blue, then just as quickly faded to an almost pure silver, before finally settling on a paled blue. As that happened all he could hear was the nearly pained scream she let out. Finally after it seemed to be done she looked up in to his shocked emerald eyes with a pair of dull and nearly lifeless orange ones.

“Who am I?” she asked in a whisper full of pleading. Pleading for an answer that she couldn't give herself.

“Who am I?” she asked again before crumpling over in to a ball of heart wrenching sobs. Yohji just sat there knowing what he had to do, and for that reason cursing being one of the good guys. Next time one of the guys he was fighting threatened him that `We're both the same, both of us killers', he was going to punch them just for spite, then throw this very situation right in there face, THEN kill them. And with those thoughts in his head he picked up the girl and with her in his arms and began to walk back out of the cemetery.

 

 

 

(*1) Yes, that is a reference to M*A*S*H, its an inside joke with me and Tinkerbell that came out of our story Second Stringers.