Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly Kisses ❯ Weiss’s Compromise ( Chapter 6 )

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

 

 

//italics// means telepathy

`italics' means thoughts

 

 

 

Part 6:

Weiss's Compromise

 

A/N: Big thanks have to go out to Tinkerbell for this part. Without and her help I don't think I ever would have finished.

 

As Pandora's mind begins to fall in to place, she discovers her enemies are more to her benefit then her own allies.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 10, 2000

WEISS SAFE HOUSE

(2 MILES NORTH OF TOKYO, JAPAN)

 

 

Kudo Yohji had spent the last month planning his revenge against the woman who killed his lover. Now that he found himself in a Weiss safe house with said woman tossing and turning on the single bed in the run down apartment, there was only one thing he could do.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Ken's voice echoed out in the mostly bare room. He had rushed over as quickly as he could after he'd hung up the phone with Yohji. The man told him he needed help, and had no one else he could call. This hadn't been what Ken had excepted.

“Ken, calm down.” Yohji tried, stepping between the extremely angry brunette and the bed.

“WHY? That's the bitch who killed Omi. Our, YOUR Omi. And you're telling me to FUCKING CALM DOWN!” Ken screamed at the older man. Yohji visibly flinched, but didn't relent in his stand.

“Ken, look at her. Honestly LOOK at her.” he said in a calm and steady voice as he slowly stepped aside. Ken still shot him a look that could have only been learned from too much time spent in the same bed as Aya, but he approached the girl in a more reserved fashion. Instead of simply lunging at her and ripping her throat out.

She was tossing violently on the bed, mumbling things in a language foreign to Ken. She seemed awake, but out of it. Her appearance was enough to make Ken slightly gentler to her, but memories of how she could so easily manipulate her emotions still made him uneasy. He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder timidly. To try and get her to recognize his presence. To let himself see that she was still the same killer. As soon as his hand made contact with her though, she bolted away from him. A tangled scream getting caught in her throat. Ken's eyes went wide as her orange ones peered back at him.

“You, your eyes, you saved me once.” she managed to whisper out finally. Ken sat back with a fresh expression of confusion coming to his face.

“Yeah, I guess I did, kinda.” He told her. Her eyes just kept there same expression of broken trust and betrayal as Ken moved back away from her, though not turning to break eye contact. Once he was standing next to Yohji again, the girl laid back down and closed her eyes with a small whimper that almost sounded like `thank you'.

“What's going on Yohji?” ken finally asked as he still stared at the young woman. Yohji motioned for Ken to sit down with him on the two chairs that made up all of the rest of the furniture in the place.

“I don't know. I found her at Omi's grave. Crying, cursing him for dying, saying he had been her only friend. When she finally noticed me, all she did was beg me to tell her who she was. She hardly even recognizes me.” Yohji explained. Ken just slowly shook his head.

“I don't like this Yo-tan, I really don't. I mean, she played us before. Who's to say she's not doing it again.” Ken told his long time friend in a tired voice. Too many times one of them or the other had fallen for this trap. And not just with this girl.

“I know, but Ken, did you see her eyes, I mean REALLY see them?”

“Yeah, I did. They were just like back in that ally that day I brought her in. Filled with distrust and hurt and confusion, and no understanding of why she had that in her.” Ken sighed in a soft tone. He knew Yohji wasn't going to back down, and couldn't come up with a valid enough reason why the man should.

“And that Ken, is my point.” Yohji sat back and sighed himself. Staring at the girl, and hoping for once he wasn't wrong. He knew there was something breaking inside of her mind, and all he could do was hope that with him, they both could weather the storm and come out better for it.

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 11, 2000

WEISS SAFE HOUSE

 

Pandora woke up slowly. Her mind trying to fight away the day, telling her her battle would be better in the throngs of sleep. That she wouldn't have to deal with it there. But that's not what she wanted. She wanted to tackle this thing head on. She wanted to know the choices her mind was making. Even though it wasn't really making any at all. It was coming up with all her possibilities, all her options, and waiting for HER to make the choices. Which was something she couldn't do, not yet. She didn't have the ability to do that. She was still stuck between a softhearted child alive with innocence and a brutal killer out for her own fun and games. She decided to take things slowly. First decision, wake up, open eyes, get dressed. It was small and simple, and the first real start she had.

“Oh man.” she mumbled as she looked around. She had no idea of where she was, or how she got there. The entire day before was a blur to her. She vaguely remembered a pair of soft blue green eyes, but not much else. The apartment, if you could call it that, was filthy. The bed she was on and two broken chairs were the only things in it. Well, there was a lot of dust too, but that was beside the point. Pandora looked down at her clothes with disgust. A tattered and torn pair of flannel pants, and a J-Pop tee shirt from at least 20 years ago that was covered in stains she couldn't identify.

“I need clothes.” she whispered out to herself. Almost afraid to break the silence around her. Though after she did, she felt a little better, she'd just made another decision, go get clothes. Again the small step thing.

As soon as she opened the door she nearly toppled over. The force of her warring mind taking its toll. The only place for clothes was the Schwarz mansion. That would mean Crawford, and memories again of that room, with Nagi. Something she didn't need. But, she'd made the choice for clothes, and was going to stick to it, no matter what. With a growl she forced herself away from the door and in to the hallway. Her feet following the path back. Knowing that while one half of her mind would drag her there, the other half would drag her back to this run down place afterwards. And to the people who were keeping her there. Not knowing exactly who they were in the troubled haze of her memories from yesterday, but wagering a guess they were better then Crawford and the over encompassing pain that awaited her there.

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 11, 2000

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

Pandora had just finished throwing the last of what she needed in to her backpack when she felt Schuldich behind her. She just tossed the bag over her shoulder and moved to the door as if he wasn't there. Keeping her head down and doing her best to ignore him. He moved to block her way through, causing her to bump right in to his chest. Again he was overpowered by the smell of familiar, yet not his own, cigarettes. It was wrapped around her, but when she sighed loudly at him for blocking his escape, there was no sent of nicotine on her breath.

“I can't let you go.” he said in a low sure tone, pushing all other thoughts aside. Focused now on the fact that she HAD to stay put. She was too dangerous normally to let free, in her condition now it would be pure insanity. That and the fact he would have to deal with Crawford afterwords.

“Let me go or you die.” she said back, in as sure of a tone, but otherwise lacking any emotion at all. She never even raised her eyes to see him, still looking at the floor with just as emotionless expression. There was no cocky attitude and murderous rage, no giggling little girl talking about butterfly kisses, no anything.

“If I let you walk out of here, Crawford will kill me anyway.” he told her, serious in his conviction she couldn't leave. And wishing someone else was there to back him up. But Crawford had disappeared, Farfarello was locked away still, and Nagi, well Nagi wasn't an issue in any sense anymore.

“Crawford won't actually kill you, I will.” she glanced up at him as the cold, empty words reached his ears. Her eyes were full of emotions, flying all over the place, and actually SCARING Schuldich with the intensity of nothing they held despite it all.

“No, Crawford will just make me wish I was dead. And I wont be able to walk without looking like something is stuffed up my ass for a year.” as joking as his comment may have sounded to others, both he and Pandora knew the honest truth that was in that sentence. Her eyes softened a little as she took that in.

“I promise I won't mock you.” she said, with that same softness flickering in to her voice. Followed by a shudder. He knew it wouldn't be long before she had another breakdown, and he knew she didn't want it to be here. He stepped aside slightly, leaving the doorway open for her to go though.

“If you're going, due it now. I might change my mind in another second.” Pandora quickly walked through and started down the hall to leave, pausing just slightly before the corner which would separate the two of them from each others view.

“Thank you Schuldich.” she whispered out softly, adding a second name to the list of people who had ever helped her, the first being the owner of those teal eyes.

“Just make sure and come back Panda Bear, ALL the way back.” Schu whispered as she moved out of his sight. Hoping that next time he saw her, she would again be the Panda Bear he had first met.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 11, 2000

WEISS SAFE HOUSE

 

She was still downcast and stuck in her own thoughts as her feet led her back to the dingy `apartment' that she woke up in. As she opened the door her thoughts refocused on the who's and how's of her ending up in there.

“ARHGH!” roared through her ears as she was instantly thrown against the wall and her head bounced back, twice, before her eyes could settle on the face of one VERY pissed off Ken. A Ken who was growling and snarling at her better then she'd ever done in her best days as the silver fox. It suddenly became very clear in her memories of the circumstances leading up to this point. Weiss. And now staring in to the sea green depths of Ken's eyes, they didn't look as forgiving as they had yesterday afternoon. And the whole idea of coming back to this run down shit hole was MUCH less appealing then it had been moments before. Pandora just blankly stared back at him and blinked, twice.

“Yes?” Pandora finally asked as she continued to stare at the angry man in front of her, who at this point was nearly foaming at the mouth, and not relinquishing his hold on her shoulders.

“Where_were_you?” an angry voice bit out from behind Ken. Pandora tipped her head over to the side to see who had asked that. Never dropping her blank look. She was greeted with the sight of an equally fuming Yohji. Well, minus the snarl and the foaming. She blinked at him as well, again twice.

“Clothes.” She finally said in the same blank voice as the face she was wearing.

“YOU FUCKING WENT BACK TO SCHWARZ!” Ken screamed at her as he shoved her against the wall, knocking her head back on the wall again. She shuddered slightly as a flash of anger coursed through her.

“Yes. For clothes.” She told him, with more of an edge to her then before.

“Yeah right! And to give them information, tell them where this is too I bet!” Ken screamed out at her as he thudded her back once again.

“Quit.” She bit out coldly, feeling something growing inside of her that she couldn't control. Ken was in a rage that wouldn't be stopped by a hard word from her. Instead he shoved her back again. At the growl that came out of her from that, he did it once again.

“I said QUIT!!” Pandora screamed out at him, with the force of her words alone the power that had been swirling in her found a release, and shot out at Ken. He was thrown across the room and bounced of the wall opposite her. He jumped up to his feet and stood ready to attack her again. Letting out yet another growl.

“Clothes. Just clothes.” She said quietly, again back in to her blank void, giving a small glance to the bag on the floor next to her. The bag that she'd dropped after Ken's first attack. Yohji all but jumped on it and started searching it. Throwing her clothes everywhere and not caring. Making sure that this time nothing was missed.

“And I'm sure they just let you walk in and out with NO problems?” Yohji asked her bitterly as he finished his search, turning up nothing more dangerous then a mini skirt that should have been buried with the 80's.

“Yes they did.” She told them simply.

“And you expect us to buy that?” Ken shot at her. She turned to stare deeply in to his eyes. Holding them for a moment before speaking, voice still blank but holding a colder tone in it.

“After I just threw you halfway through a wall simply because I spoke to loudly, do you really think they would try and stop me, and piss me off, when they KNOW what I'm capable of?” Ken and Yohji just stared back at her. Trying to read something, anything from her face. It was a stable blank. Pandora finally just shrugged slightly, in a manor that spoke of `believe me or not, I don't care', and started picking up her scattered clothes and shoving them back in to the bag. Ken and Yohji shared a look. Both their eyes filling in with concern, worry, and disbelief. When she had been half conscience and struggling to remember who she was this had seemed like a much better idea. Now though that she was awake, moving around and back to Schwarz, and throwing Ken in to walls, it didn't seem very smart.

“Now what?” Pandora finally asked, breaking the silence as she came to sit down on the bed, the only safe piece of furniture she saw, and stared out at the two of them. Yohji looked at her with his `detective' eyes. Her hair was paled out, any silver that was left in there blended in with her blue, making neither recognizable. Her eyes held a dark orange, but were so empty it hurt to look at them. The way she held her knees curled up to her chest and her chin resting on them gave him the impression of a lost child. But she'd already pulled that on him once, and he'd paid for his mistake of believing her with Omi's life.

“You're asking us? We don't even know your name. Your REAL name.” Yohji said as he moved to stand above her, with Ken right next to him.

“Pandora.” She told them simply, with an almost question in her words. Leading them to believe SHE wasn't sure if that was her name or not.

“Like in `Pandora's Box', the old legend?” Ken spat at her. He had stopped growling, but she wasn't planing on getting within biting range anytime soon. Pandora gave a slight nod of her head to him. As the two of them held eye contact, both nearly jumped at Yohji's sudden `huff'.

“It figures.” He told them, “A box that holds disaster, death, and all the worlds evil.”

“Fits perfectly.” Ken said, finally using a tone other then hatred, switching to sarcastic smugness instead. Pandora looked up at him with an almost hurt look now, and slowly drew those same hurt eyes to Yohji to see if he was feeling the same thing. Looking in to her eyes, Yohji remembered how he was able to look past the murder of his boyfriend and carry her out of the cemetery. He slowly knelt down next to the bed so that he was at eye level with the girl.

“It also held hope.” He whispered out to her. Knowing that it was that small bit of hope that had been left in the bottom of that box that was all that was left inside of this girl at the moment. And he was about to do anything he could to keep that hope alive, keep her mind in one piece, and with his own hope, keep her from Schwarz. At least until she could survive on her own, without them forcing her to be someone she couldn't.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 15, 2000

MIKGO INDUSTRIES OFFICE BUILDING

(TOKYO, JAPAN)

 

It had been four days since Pandora had come to stay with Ken and Yohji in the safe house. It was becoming hard to come up with likely excuses as to why only one or the other of them were ever around to give a hand to Aya, but with a little well placed `encouragement' from Ken, he believed them well enough. Or even if he didn't, he allowed the lies due to the fact that it gave him and Ken the flower shop to themselves nearly every night. Which had been Ken's condition, if they had to keep her, and alive, he got the day shifts, and nights with his boyfriend. They had figured that she was safe enough on her own, but given her past they didn't want to risk much of anything.

It was by a stroke of luck that the head of Mikgo Industries, who had been doing some very shady deals with the underground lately, only required two people to take him out. As far as Kritiker's information revealed, there was no security really. So that left Yohji and Aya running down the last corridor to the targets office, only encountering one 82 year old man with a six shooter he couldn't get the safety off of so far. Yohji was all but laughing with the good luck he'd been having as of yet. He should have known better by now.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a thick German voice drawled out of seemingly no where. Yohji and Aya staggered to a stop less then five feet away from the door they so needed to get in. Out of the shadows around them a light suddenly glinted. It was a second later that they realized the light was a reflection of Crawford's glasses as he and Schuldich emerged.

“Schwarz.” Aya growled out as he readied himself to attack.

“You didn't think it would be that easy did you?” Crawford asked the two Weiss members.

//Haven't you realized by now that its stupid to go after the men we have been hired to protect?// Schuldich smirked in to their minds, emerald eyes burning in to them as he stared out from the darkness.

Aya wasn't about to wait any longer, he lunged out at Crawford full force. Yohji wasn't far behind, moving in on Schuldich. As Crawford sidestepped Aya's thrust with a sneer present on his face the entire time, Yohji tossed out a coil of wire towards the ever-smirking German. He expected it to miss, he excepted the lightning quick moves the man always seemed to have, he was wrong for a second time that night. Schuldich began to move, but much before Yohji's wire even came close Schu's face wound up in a pained grimace and he staggered slightly. The wire landed a solid hold across Schuldich's shoulders. It was a disappointment to Yohji that it wasn't the arrogant assholes neck, but still thankful for what he got. He quickly pulled tight and the two of them were locked in a very tight battle. In the struggle to free himself from the hold Yohji had on him, which he was going to be paying for from Crawford latter, even though it was Crawford that put him in so much pain that he couldn't move fast enough to avoid it, he ended up with a mouthful of the blonde mans hair. Hair that smelled of all too familiar cigarette smoke. He instantly wrenched himself away, and ignored Yohji in favor to shout at Crawford.

“They've got our girl Crawford!”

“WHAT! You said she was by herself!” Crawford screamed out at him as he dodged another slice from Aya's katana.

“Well she was when she was at the fucking mansion!” he snapped as he fell back to nearly the spot he had started from. Crawford let out a growl and joined his teammate. Once there though he seemed to let a small fraction of his anger melt, just enough to let a small chuckle out at Weiss.

“Haven't you figured out yet what a fox does to a cat?” his voice shot out at them, losing the laugh in favor of a more familiar cold tone. “Give us back the girl.” He ordered at them in such a way as if he actually excepted them to comply.

“NO!” Yohji shot out at them as he restrained to hold a growl back. Schuldich looked ready to say something of his own, but was beaten to it.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT YOHJI!?!” Aya screamed out as he seemed to all but forget Schwarz was there, or that this had at one point been a mission. All he now cared about was that he had learned that Yohji had `their girl', and there was only one person that could be. And that was the person who had betrayed them all and killed Omi in the process.

“Aya, calm down.” Yohji said taking a small step back from his teammate. Crawford and Schuldich eyed the growing battle between the two men and wisely stepped back and out of the situation. At this point they could care less if the man who hired them died or not. Pandora was found, and it wouldn't be long before they had her back, and that was much more important.

 

 

THE PRESENT: OCTOBER 15, 2000

WEISS SAFE HOUSE

 

“AYA! CALM DOWN!” Yohji screamed at the red head as he chased the man down the hall. Aya flipped around mid-stride and came face to face with Yohji, snarling.

“Omi was YOUR lover, and you harbor his killer, by putting MY lover in danger, and you tell me to calm down, FUCK NO!” he bellowed out a Yohji, his hands turning white they were gripping his katana so hard. Yohji backed up and decided to hold off further attempts to stop the temperamental man until Ken, who held some control over him, was in the vicinity.

“What's going on?” Ken yelped out as he bolted from the chair he had been in as the door behind him crashed open. He instantly sprung to a fighting stance and squeezed his fists to release his bugnuks. He refused to be without a weapon around the girl. Pandora also hopped up from the blank stare she had been in on the bed. In the four days she had been there her time was spent between blank trance like states, moments of pain and panic, and half conscience slumbers where her mind fought itself. She was almost beginning to think she was getting a small, very small, hold on things. Now as she watched Aya come crashing in through the door wielding his katana and heading for her, she realized it wasn't enough of a hold. She shrieked and fell back, not knowing to attack him or run from him. Taking the option of screaming in pain, clutching her neck, and falling to her knees as the one to go with. Her bazaar actions caused even an enraged Aya to stop and stare in puzzlement at her.

“See Aya, she's not the same person. She's messed up.” Yohji spoke simply from next to the man. Ken looked anxiously between Yohji and Aya, wondering what had happened to cause THIS. No one except Aya seemed to pay attention to the girl, the other two had become accustomed to her doing this on a fairly often basis. Before anyone else could speak, before anything could be explained to either Ken or Aya, an evil laugh was suddenly echoing though the room. It took Weiss a second to realize it WASN'T the room it was echoing in, but there own heads. Pandora seemed to realize this as well as she appeared to come out of her latest fit and joined the other three pairs of eyes to stare at the open doorway.

“You are all very stupid now aren't you?” Schuldich laughed out loud as he entered in to the room.

“You Weiss idiot's were in such a hurry to get back here you led us right to the thing you were trying to keep from us.” Crawford informed them in his superior tone as he also joined the room.

“Heads up Panda bear,” Schu said as he tossed a pair of sais at the shocked girl. “Lets go.” Pandora caught them with the skill only their master could have and without even putting her mind in to it had them in battle ready stance. As soon as she realized it she instantly dropped her hands to her sides, but didn't drop the sais.

“No.” she said quietly, and somewhat firmly. Sure of the `no' itself, but not sure of what she was saying it to.

“I said it once and I'll say it again, I don't think so, you're not touching the girl!” Yohji shouted out at them and at the same time moving in to block Pandora more fully. Ken also slightly moved to shield her.

“How touching,” Schu drawled out, “He believes like the real Pandora, little Panda bear there has hope in her as well.” The laugh that followed his statement was enough. Aya wasn't about to start protecting the girl who had killed his teammate, his friend, but he also wasn't about to let Schwarz get what they wanted. He moved in to attack Schuldich, plunging his katana forward with deadly force, aiming to run it right through the still smirking German.

“NO!” Pandora screamed out as she rushed forward, the force of her shout again channeling her powers without her consent and shoving Ken and Yohji out of her way for her. Before anyone could react, or Aya could pull up, Pandora was between him and Schuldich. In a moment to quick for even her powers to overcome, and a moment that had slipped by Crawford's foresight, Pandora and Aya were standing with less then four inches separating them. Those four inches were there only because of the hilt of his katana. The rest of it was buried in and through her stomach. No one in the room moved. A silence deeper then ever before in existence came to reside in the room. Slowly Pandora looked down to where the hilt laid against her, then up in to Aya's violet eyes. A look of the most softness passed in to her orange eyes as she looked at him, her hair glinting a pure, true, bright blue. She raised a weak hand to his chest to push him away. He gave a startled grunt, but nothing more.

“All I ever wanted was a friend.” She whispered out at him in hurt and pained voice. A little girl filled with years of misery. Aya staggered back then, pulling the katana free from her. She collapsed to the ground in a heap, dark maroon pooling from her body.

“Lets go.” Crawford bit out in a sharp tone. His displeasure obvious. He threw Schuldich a look that very obviously stated HE wasn't about to pick up the girl and end up with blood on his armoni suit. Schuldich didn't say a thing, only picked up their fallen member and tossing her over his shoulder before following Crawford out.

Yohji just stared after them, as did Ken. Finally it was the crash of Aya's katana to the ground that drew their attention back.

“Aya, Aya, what's wrong?” Ken asked, carefully touching his lover's shoulder, taken back by the paler then usual look on his face. It was then he saw it. From where Pandora had tried to push him away, her sai had still been in her hand. Now, it was imbedded in Aya's chest. He then fell to the ground with a strangled cry. Ken fell with him. Clutching the mans shoulders, shacking him, begging him to open his eyes back up. Yohji just looked on, his stomach lurching. He knew Aya wouldn't open his eyes. He had already been there himself. Not long ago, he had been the one clutching a bleeding body and cursing the girl to death. Now she had done it to them again. Yohji staggered out in to the hall, and with Ken's sobs still echoing in his head, he dropped to his knees and emptied the contents of his stomach right there.