Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Story ❯ Ghost Story Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Ghost Story, Part 13

Author: Genuinelie(s)

Pairings: Aya/Yohji; non-graphic OmixAya-chan; KenxOC

Rating: PG-13

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Yohji's housemates decide he needs help with a problem he doesn't want discovered, but that's pretty hard when you're being watched so carefully. But is someone watching the watchers?

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The grounds to the mansion had been silent but for the incessant whirring of cicadas as Weiss approached. It was a clear night, the waxing moon dispersing just enough light to see by. The stillness and beauty of the country setting offered nothing to distract Ken from his burgeoning guilt.

The four assassins had parked Aya's car and Ken's motorcycle down the road in an outcropping of woods, then silently walked the half mile up to where the security gate loomed.

It was a private residence. In Ken's opinion, only real narcissists or someone who had something to hide would have a gate like that.

You keep telling yourself that, Hidaka. But it's your boyfriend's dad in there. Wait. Boyfriend? Guy you're dating, yeah. It's his dad...

He felt like hitting his head on something. The only thing that wouldn't require a detour was Ran's head, though, and that wasn't going to clear it so much as remove it from his body.

He kept repeating to himself on the ride over all the points Omi made in his defence. He should really start doing that again.

Jun's father was a real target.

That meant he'd be protecting Jun by offing the asshole.

He was Weiss, and Weiss did their jobs, and he'd be protecting lots of innocents by completing this mission.

Damn, I must really like Jun, Ken realized with an inward snarl. Omi had overridden the security codes for the gate by that point, and he and Yohji were breaking off to take care of the alarms on the house and to scout the second floor, via the fire escape. Ran walked just slightly behind him, and Ken couldn't help but feel like he was being herded.

"Ken," Ran whispered. "If you're not sure, you can go back and wait."

Ken shot a shocked look over his shoulder. "What? No. Come on, man. I told you, I got this. I'm not gonna let you down."

Ran just gave him an inscrutable look, but didn't slow down.

"We're in," Bombay's voice crackled over the headset. "Clearing the second floor. I'm sorry, guys, it looks like he might be downstairs. There's an open balcony in here, we'll try and give you cover."

"Check," Abyssinian responded.

Ken took in a deep breath as they reached the door and squared his shoulders.

Several things happened when they quietly pushed open the door.

The lights in the previously dark house went on.

Bombay screeched, "Ambush!" It came a second too late through their headsets because yeah, a room full of bodyguards was generally an ambush.

Ken caught sight of the man in the middle of the room, who, for a split second, he would have sworn was Jun.

Sans tie, evil smirk, tapping foot and palpable ego.

But that realization came too late. Ran had pushed past him with a snarl, katana whirling above his head, as Ken stood frozen in the doorway.

Just as Jun's Evil Dad raised a finger, and two bodyguards aimed guns at Ran's head.

A dart whistled past Ken's ear as he charged forward, and hit Jun's Evil Dad square in his forehead.

Ran knocked the guns out of the bodyguard's hands, but not in time to stop the grenade one of the guards tossed into the middle of the room.

Ken took out two guards. Omi's darts took out two more.

"Run!" Abyssinian commanded. He took a punch to the side when he paused to yell.

"Ran!" Yohji shrieked, sending feedback through their headsets.

Ken scrambled for the grenade, reached it, and lobbed it toward the ridiculously high glass ceiling of the mansion.

Ran, entangled with the one remaining bodyguard, was on the other side of the room but headed for a doorway.

Ken remained stock-still for a moment, and watched Ran look toward the balcony. Yohji was staring back, gripping the railing, and looked intent on jumping over it at any moment. Omi broke their gazes by yanking hard on Yohji's arm.

"Siberian! Get out!" Bombay snapped.

Ran and the guard busted through the doors on the far wall. Ken turned and ran, and somehow managed to clear the building before the explosion.

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Yohji blinked open his eyes to a whole lot of grass. He rolled over onto his back and removed foliage from his mouth.

For a moment, he imagined he could taste seawater. The last time he had woken up face down, outside. But that had been sand and seaweed in his mouth then, not dirt and grass.

He shot straight up.

It was still nighttime.

The mansion.

He shot straight up in a panic, eyes wild.

"Hey," His shoulder was suddenly shaken by a small hand. His hand jerked for his watch and was stopped by another firm grip. before registering Omi's voice. Omi let go of his wrist.

The kid came into view. "Ken's okay," Omi said seriously. "So am I. I checked you over, but is there anything...?"

"Ran!" Yohji gasped. He had a memory of the other Weiss reaching a back exit, before he and Omi booked it. But he'd still been fighting. He pushed Omi back so he could get to his feet. Nothing felt broken. "Where-?"

Omi frowned. "Here's the thing, Yohji-kun." He pointed across the grass to what remained of the mansion, which was a lot, minus the roof and top floor. Fire was eating up what remained, however.

Yohji focused. There were two new vans in the driveway, vans that seemed to show up whenever damage control needed to be done. "Kritiker?" He voiced hazily. "What does that have - where the hell is Ran? He made it through the back door, so-"

Omi was frowning harder. Yohji couldn't get a clear read of what was going on in the kid's mind, and that usually indicated he was dealing with mission-face Omi. "This was supposed to be a quiet job, because he's so well connected, remember? So Kritiker has come to salvage proof of what a sleezeball he is. Ken did a good job chucking that thing in the air, because they think all his..." Omi looked ill. "Memorabilia. Well. They think he mainly hung out in his basement."

"Omi," Yohji frowned impatiently, "Where the hell is Ran?" He was having a weird sense of vertigo, like they weren't quite having the same conversation. He also could have sworn he'd just repeated the same damned question five times, and Omi was acting like he hadn't heard him.

He knew this sick feeling, familiar as the burn of alcohol down his throat.

But it skimmed the peripheral, biding its time. Yohji's entire being was swatting it away. His current emotional numbness was a good screen.

Omi's not nearly upset enough. So he's probably just done something heroically stupid.

He had the vague sense that he should be panicking at this point, but as it was, he just felt a little dizzy. It seemed he was having some sort of delayed reaction.

Yohji started across the grass. He was stopped by a hand on his sleeve.

He turned to look at Omi, who was looking past him. A slight rustle of grass indicated he should look, too. Birman of all people was walking toward them, followed by Ken, who looked pissed as hell. "Forgive me for doing this, Balinese," she commented, "But present circumstances indicate you'll be a pain in the ass otherwise."

Yohji gave her an incredulous look. Ken made a strange shooing motion with his hands behind her back.

Omi squeaked, "Birman! That's not necessary, really, we can, he'll understand -"

Something was pressed into Yohji palm, and it hurt like a sunovabitch. "You fucking drugged - what the hell is going on! Where the hell is Abys-"

He passed out.

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Tap.

Aya-chan started awake. The drip of the rain on the windows had lulled her into a restful sleep. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open; the room was too dark to see anything but the glow of her alarm clock. It was 3 a.m.; far too early for her to be awake.

She stared at the green glow.

Tap.

She sat up immediately. That was what had woken her up.

The mission.

Her brother, Omi and the others. They had been sent on a mission. Had that been three knocks? Had it been two? Ran was supposed to knock three times to let her know everything was okay, so she could sleep.

He said not to come check.

Aya-chan slid to her feet anyway.

She had to be sure.

She tiptoed across the room. If she just peeked into the hallway, so she could see that they were back okay for herself, maybe they wouldn't notice she was up.

She opened her door, then stepped back with a shriek. A redheaded woman faced her, flanked by two men in suits.

...Manx?

...What would Manx be doing outside her bedroom...?

For a moment, she really felt like pinching herself.

A moment later, her insides felt slimy.

"Are they okay?" She asked shrilly.

Manx stared back evenly at her. "You'll have to come with us, now. Your brother called in a safety code to our office, so this is per his request. Understand?"

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TBC.

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