Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly Kisses ❯ With Every Door That Closes, A Window Must Open ( Chapter 7 )

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 7:

With Every Door That Closes, A Window Must Open

 

Pandora is now that and only that, but what exactly does that mean.

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: DECEMBER 23, 2000

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

It had been nearly two months since they had gotten Pandora back. Aya now had a final resting place next to Omi, where every day fresh flowers and fresh promises of revenge were left. Pandora had been released from the hospital a week ago. Schuldich had to wipe the minds of anyone who had been in contact with her case. Most people didn't get skewered like a shishkabob then walk away better then ever in under two months. Pandora did. Though as they brought her back to the mansion it was obvious that while the hole in her stomach had healed, the one in her head hadn't yet. When Schuldich mentioned it though the look he received from Crawford was enough for him to back away and let the man handle it himself. Now as Schuldich stared in to the room where Crawford and his little Panda Bear were, he wasn't so sure Crawford's mind was intact enough to `handle' this anymore.

Pandora was sedated and strapped down to a table as Crawford bent over her with what nearly looked like a tattoo needle in his hand. Craving something in to the skin of Pandora's left forearm with a liquid so gold it was almost unreal.

“Ah, Crawford, for some reason I don't think tattoo's are supposed to bleed that much.” Schuldich finally stated as he watched the man before him. It seemed the girl was going to lose a gallon or more of blood from where Crawford was drawing the tattoo on her.

“It is not a tattoo Schuldich. It is a genetic mark. Schwarz's genetic mark. Our genetic codes are being placed in to her blood and nervous system. If it took the genes of the elders to give her a focus point the first time, then it will be ours that give her a focus point this time.” Crawford explained as he removed the needle, which Schu now realized was about three inches long, and wiped up the last covering of blood from her arm. A small golden butterfly now shown back from where Crawford had been working.

“Won't she kinda wonder where she got the new tattoo from?” Schuldich questioned as he watched Crawford release the straps that held her down.

“No. She wont even realize its there, much like the one on her neck, the codes prevent her from knowing of their existence. All she'll know is that now we have the proverbial `switch' over her. And she should be thankful as well, at least I sedated her before hand.” With that Crawford led Schuldich out of the room and shut the door. Knowing that next time they saw the girl, she would be fully his. And all her immense power would be added to his collection of `tools'.

 

 

THE PRESENT: DECEMBER 25, 2000

SCHWARZ MANSION

 

 

It was two days later that Pandora finally allowed herself to be seen. A new look had fallen over her, and she seemed to finally come alive in it. The other three members of Schwarz were in the conference room going over the next assignment they had when the door suddenly opened and she strode in. And `strode' is the only word that could be used to describe how she walked at this point. Everyone's eyes turned to appraise her as she stood in the doorway.

The clothes she were wearing weren't much different then her `normal' mission look, except for a few changes here and there. The black boots had grown a two-inch heel, making her stand even with Crawford's height now, and a red flame was added to their toes. The pants were skin tight black leather, but now also draped with straps from both her thigh and right below her knee that came to twine in-between her legs. They also settled a good inch below her navel now and were decorated with a silver chain as a belt. Her navel itself was showing off a pricing, which looked suspiciously like a butterfly. Her black tank top now settled high in to her midriff, allowing her skin to be shown clearly. Thin silver straps ran down from the shoulders of the tank and hooked to black arm coverings that stretched the length of her arms from just above her elbows all the way down to her second knuckle. Having one small slit for her thumb to come though. All skin that was reviled held a golden tan, dark and glistening in the artificial light of the room. Her face held a smirk on bright red lips, and a glare coming out from hardened orange eyes. Though the color of her eyes was barely seen trough the blue tinted glasses that graced her face. Her hair was shorter then it had been, but still longer then it was as the Silver Fox. Falling to just hit her shoulders in a teasing sort of way. Most of it was held out of the way by another pair of sunglasses perched on her head. Only two small strands of bright blue fell on either side of her face. And that, as well as bright blue tips all the way across her head was the only blue left in her hair. The rest of it had taken on a dark brown look, glistening here and there with gold, blonde, and nearly white streaks. Over all of that a bright red seemed painted on to it.

Crawford stared at her as she finally moved to take a seat at the table with the rest of them. From looks alone it was apparent that Schwarz's genetic code seemed to have taken nicely to her. As she sat down at the table and looked out at him he finally realized what that little thing tugging at the back of his head was.

“How can it be that your dressed it what appears to be Farfarello's hand-me-downs that were hand selected by Schuldich and yet…”

“I could be sitting behind your desk doing the day to day business work of any company and not a soul would question me?” she finished for him. “Just good I guess.” The smirk on her face grew as she watched the dark scowl on Crawford's face grow.

 

~*~*~

 

They had just finished out the meeting, Farfarello had left for his blender, Schuldich was in the hall taking a needed smoke break, for he wasn't allowed to inside of the conference room. Crawford was gathering up his last papers, when Pandora reached out and snagged a folder from him. He looked up startled at her smirking face.

“No problem Crawford, I'm better on the computer then you anyway. I'll have it done by tomorrow.” She told him as she flipped through the folder. Crawford fixed her with a colder then ever stare.

“I didn't ask you to.” He told her.

“Not yet, you would have though, we both know it.” She told him as she began to head to the door. “Guess your genes just woke up the precog in me.”

“Precognition doesn't work like that.” Crawford said to her, feeling a sinking sensation in his stomach suddenly. She shot him a more then evil smirk over her shoulder before giving a tiny shrug.

“It doesn't, oh.” She said as she walked from the room and in to the hall. She was still holding that smirk and glare combo on her face as she passed Schuldich.

“Nice to see your back Panda bear.” The German drawled out at her as she walked by. She doubled back and removed the clove from between his lips, taking a long drag, and fluttering her eyelashes on his cheek as she put it back in his mouth.

“Who said I was ever gone?” she drawled out at him with an obvious smirk in her voice as she again moved away from him. His expression had fallen from one of thankfulness at having his Panda bear back, to one of concern as he rubbed where she had just given him a butterfly kiss.

“Fuck.” He muttered out in to the emptiness around him as he walked back in to the room behind him. He was greeted with a Crawford sitting in the same seat he had been in during the meeting, but now his expression looked much less smug and more like the one that Schu was currently wearing. He looked up as the German entered, and didn't even tell him to put his cigarette out.

“Brad, she knows that with Essete's deaths, she got their power. She played them to that point. Who's to say she's not playing us now, that she's reversing your ever present roles and we're becoming her tools?” Schuldich asked Crawford as they held each others eyes in the same near concerned stare.

“Your saying she knew all along what was going to happen?” Crawford asked him in what was a genuine question.

“You said it yourself, precognition doesn't work the way she's saying it happened, it doesn't just appear. She HAS had it.” Schu answered as he sat down again.

“One thing is for sure.” Crawford spoke out, “If she EVER learns that Nagi is still alive, no matter for which way she is heading, it will NOT be good for anyone.”

 

 

 

THE PRESENT: DECEMBER 25, 2000

MAGIC BUS HOSPITAL

(TOKYO, JAPAN)

 

 

“Dear, visiting hours are over now. I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave.” The nurse told Pandora as she peeked her head in to the room.

“All right.” She whispered out gently as she gave the comatose boy on the beds hand a final squeeze before standing up. She gave a pitiful look at the tubes and hoses and IV's that were plugged in to the boy's body everywhere. He was holding on by a bare thread and everyone knew it.

As Pandora's boots clicked down through the empty hallway on her way out of the hospital she let out a pained whisper to the stillness around her.

“I'm sorry Naggles.” And with that a telekinetic forced streamed though the boy's room and the plug on the wall fell from the socket, and all of the so desperately needed life-support systems holding Naoe Nagi to this world shut off.

 

 

THE END…FOR NOW…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A GLIMPSE OF PANDORA 3

(Title in progress)

 

The good die young, and the bad have fun!

 

 

Pandora is the queen of the ruse. A sly fox with a silver tongue, no pun intended. But when she makes a play to be one of the good guys, with the Weiss she hasn't killed non-the less, who's to say what game she's playing now. If any.

 

As the only two workers left the Koneko no Sumo and up the stairs to their living quarters, they were greeted with a surprise, and not a pleasant one. Stretched out on the couch in their living room was the one and only Pandora.

“What the HELL do you think you're doing here!?!” Ken exploded at seeing her presence there, taking an instant-fighting stance as he did so. Yohji's hand went straight to his watch, not going to give her a chance to play them again.

“I wanna join you. You know, become one of the good guys and all that shit.” She told them all but lazily. Not caring they were both ready to kill her in an instant.

We lost two members to you already! Just what the fuck makes you think we'd be stupid enough to let you in a third time?” Yohji snarled out between clenched teeth.

“Okay, first, I can't be blamed for that whole Aya thing, I was more then a little waked, k. And secondly Essete has lost like over 972 members to me, so you all should actually be happy with your odds.” She said matter-o-factly. All that was missing was a smirk on her face and you'd be able to find her picture under `asshole arrogant SOB' in the dictionary.

“So why don't you just do it on your own, why did you come to us?” Ken asked, still not dropping his stance.

Well, you see, there's this one little catch.”

“What's that?” Yohji growled.

“I just might need some of your DNA.”