Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Glass Castles ❯ Trajedi ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Yami-Bakura 
Omi loses everything in one night, and spends a fortnight alone, until someone helps him out.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 440 | Status: Completed
Omi loses everything in one night, and spends a fortnight alone, until someone helps him out.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 440 | Status: Completed
this idea's been haunting me for a while, but I didn't have a title for it. Last night, i found a crappy fic with this title in one of my notebooks, one that the title didn't fit, but here fit perfectly, and switched them. not sure where this is going, i only have so much of it mapped out in my head...
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"Bombay! Bombay, get clear! The bombs! They're going off early!"
A panicked voice came through his communicator. Omi ran for the exit of the massive building. Behind him, he heard foot steps, and saw Ken and Aya running with him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he kept running.
The relief was short lived as he heard a familiar sound. Gunshots.
A cry of pain, and he whipped around, only in time to watch Aya fall to the ground, a pool of blood creeping out from under his body.
Ken pushed Omi farther. "Yohji didn't make it out," he panted. They were effectively cut down to two. "No matter what happens, KEEP GOING!" Omi nodded, and ran on.
Some time later, he realized that Ken was no longer next to him. Sparing a quick glance back, he realized Ken had fallen, and he too lay dying under gunfire.
It didn't sink in. Ken's last words still rang out in his brain. /No matter what happens, keep running!/ and he did. He ran until he simply collapsed.
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Almost a full day later, Omi found himself in someones field. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, or where he was. All he knew was that he needed to keep going, even though at that moment he wasn't sure why. Staggering to his feet, he shuffled on. As he walked, the memories of the night before came back one by one. He looked down at himself. He was dirty from sleeping in a farmers field, his jacket was torn, and one shoe was missing. His suspenders were ripped, and one half of them trailed on the ground behind him. His muscles screamed at him for abusing them the way he had, but he had no idea how long he needed to run before he was safe. Weiss was dead.... He choked back tears.... but he was still alive. He needed to remain alive in order to keep their deaths from being in vain.
Dead... Never coming back. It was hard to believe at first. He would never laugh at Ken trying to bounce a soccer ball off his head again. Never hear Aya's surly voice order the girls to buy something or get out. Never hear Yohji tease him about staying up late looking at girls online again...
It sank in slightly, and he fell to the ground, sobbing. It was a deserted road, and only the evening stars heard his agony.
After hours of body-wracking sobs, his tears abated. He was left feeling weaker and more drained than ever, but still he did not feel safe. He pulled himself to his feet, and resumed walking.
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Days passed. He'd eaten what he could scavenge from the fields he passed, and drank water from wells from the farms. Dirt smudged his face, and covered his hair. He was hardly recognizable as Omi anymore. He no longer thought of himself as Omi. Omi had died with Ken, Yohji, and Aya. Now he was no one. Nothing.
After a few more days, he ceased to feel anything. Nothing mattered; not the rain, not the sun. Not the night. Not the pain in his body, nor the pain in his heart...
He ate when he thought he ought to, more than due to urgings from his body. After nearly two weeks of walking, he finally saw a car. It didn't register with him, and he ignored it as he ignored everything else.
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Schuldig rolled his eyes. He felt like a damn dog. Crawford yelled, 'Fetch,' and like an obedient animal, he was off to find the stick. Still grumbling, he got into his car, and took a look at Crawford's directions. 'Head out west, and keep going until civilization dies. You'll know what I want when you see it.' He imitated, making fun of the uptight precog.
Despairingly, he watched the city fall away into the background. Nothing but the horizon ahead of him.
He crested a small hill, and suddenly saw something MORE than just 'the horizon'... He pulled to a stop, and waited.
It appeared to be a dirty waif, stumbling down the side of the road. /Che... Probably some runaway.../ he said, distastefully. The person got closer, and suddenly, he felt a stab of familiarity. /I recognise those shoes... Good GOD, its the Weiss kid!/
He rolled down the window. "Hey!" No response. There was nothing in his mind, either. Just a low humming of numbness. Schuldig frowned. "HEY!" he tried again. The kids eyes flickered towards him, and a faint touch of recognition went through his mind, but he continued to walk. Finally, Schuldig picked up something under the dull shield.
/Got to get away... For Kenkun... Still behind me...Gotta get away... For the others.../
Schuldig frowned. Get away? Who was behind him? Seeing nothing and no one else for miles, Schuldig got out of the car. The weiss kid made no move to get away, or stop. He just... kept walking. Schuldig grabbed his arm, which finally got his attention. The kid turned and looked at him, and his eyes filled with tears.
"They're...dead.... They killed them... They're gone..." he breathed, and then latched onto Schuldig and began sobbing anew. From the tangled mess of thoughts that now burst through his mind now, Schuldig managed to discover that Weiss had been on a mission, far out from their usual haunts. Something had gone wrong, and they'd been found out, and the bombs were detonated early. The tall blonde one had been killed in the blasts, and the other two had been gunned down as they were escaping. He'd been walking for nearly two weeks straight - This gave him pause. He must have raided the fields in order to have survived the ordeal. There were signs of him falling repeatedly; his knees and hands were scraped up, and dried blood coated his shins.
Feeling awkward, the telepath put his arms around the younger assassin, and held him until his tears left him weak. For some reason, the dirty trembling kid sparked some... protective instinct in the hardened killer. He reminded him of when he was a child, living alone on the streets, surviving day to day, often hour to hour until Rosenkreuz picked him up.
"Come on, you're coming home with me." he said, as the blonde sagged against him, utterly and completely drained by his newest bout of crying.
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Schuldig carried him inside, and kicked the door shut.
"Crawford!" he called. "I couldn't find what you sent me out for, but I--"
"Oh, you found him. Good." Crawford cut him off. "There's a bath already running, he has a new set of clothing on your bed, and I ordered out, so when he wakes up, make sure he eats well."
Schuldig stared. "You were expecting this?"
Crawford gave him a flat stare, and then whipped his glasses off to wipe them on his shirt. "He's what I sent you out to go pick up."
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hmm.. this was supposed to be a oneshot, but this works too. I'll get working on the next chapter soon. A Darker Light i will work on.... later. I have NO inspiration for it. At ALL.
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"Bombay! Bombay, get clear! The bombs! They're going off early!"
A panicked voice came through his communicator. Omi ran for the exit of the massive building. Behind him, he heard foot steps, and saw Ken and Aya running with him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he kept running.
The relief was short lived as he heard a familiar sound. Gunshots.
A cry of pain, and he whipped around, only in time to watch Aya fall to the ground, a pool of blood creeping out from under his body.
Ken pushed Omi farther. "Yohji didn't make it out," he panted. They were effectively cut down to two. "No matter what happens, KEEP GOING!" Omi nodded, and ran on.
Some time later, he realized that Ken was no longer next to him. Sparing a quick glance back, he realized Ken had fallen, and he too lay dying under gunfire.
It didn't sink in. Ken's last words still rang out in his brain. /No matter what happens, keep running!/ and he did. He ran until he simply collapsed.
--
Almost a full day later, Omi found himself in someones field. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, or where he was. All he knew was that he needed to keep going, even though at that moment he wasn't sure why. Staggering to his feet, he shuffled on. As he walked, the memories of the night before came back one by one. He looked down at himself. He was dirty from sleeping in a farmers field, his jacket was torn, and one shoe was missing. His suspenders were ripped, and one half of them trailed on the ground behind him. His muscles screamed at him for abusing them the way he had, but he had no idea how long he needed to run before he was safe. Weiss was dead.... He choked back tears.... but he was still alive. He needed to remain alive in order to keep their deaths from being in vain.
Dead... Never coming back. It was hard to believe at first. He would never laugh at Ken trying to bounce a soccer ball off his head again. Never hear Aya's surly voice order the girls to buy something or get out. Never hear Yohji tease him about staying up late looking at girls online again...
It sank in slightly, and he fell to the ground, sobbing. It was a deserted road, and only the evening stars heard his agony.
After hours of body-wracking sobs, his tears abated. He was left feeling weaker and more drained than ever, but still he did not feel safe. He pulled himself to his feet, and resumed walking.
--
Days passed. He'd eaten what he could scavenge from the fields he passed, and drank water from wells from the farms. Dirt smudged his face, and covered his hair. He was hardly recognizable as Omi anymore. He no longer thought of himself as Omi. Omi had died with Ken, Yohji, and Aya. Now he was no one. Nothing.
After a few more days, he ceased to feel anything. Nothing mattered; not the rain, not the sun. Not the night. Not the pain in his body, nor the pain in his heart...
He ate when he thought he ought to, more than due to urgings from his body. After nearly two weeks of walking, he finally saw a car. It didn't register with him, and he ignored it as he ignored everything else.
--
Schuldig rolled his eyes. He felt like a damn dog. Crawford yelled, 'Fetch,' and like an obedient animal, he was off to find the stick. Still grumbling, he got into his car, and took a look at Crawford's directions. 'Head out west, and keep going until civilization dies. You'll know what I want when you see it.' He imitated, making fun of the uptight precog.
Despairingly, he watched the city fall away into the background. Nothing but the horizon ahead of him.
He crested a small hill, and suddenly saw something MORE than just 'the horizon'... He pulled to a stop, and waited.
It appeared to be a dirty waif, stumbling down the side of the road. /Che... Probably some runaway.../ he said, distastefully. The person got closer, and suddenly, he felt a stab of familiarity. /I recognise those shoes... Good GOD, its the Weiss kid!/
He rolled down the window. "Hey!" No response. There was nothing in his mind, either. Just a low humming of numbness. Schuldig frowned. "HEY!" he tried again. The kids eyes flickered towards him, and a faint touch of recognition went through his mind, but he continued to walk. Finally, Schuldig picked up something under the dull shield.
/Got to get away... For Kenkun... Still behind me...Gotta get away... For the others.../
Schuldig frowned. Get away? Who was behind him? Seeing nothing and no one else for miles, Schuldig got out of the car. The weiss kid made no move to get away, or stop. He just... kept walking. Schuldig grabbed his arm, which finally got his attention. The kid turned and looked at him, and his eyes filled with tears.
"They're...dead.... They killed them... They're gone..." he breathed, and then latched onto Schuldig and began sobbing anew. From the tangled mess of thoughts that now burst through his mind now, Schuldig managed to discover that Weiss had been on a mission, far out from their usual haunts. Something had gone wrong, and they'd been found out, and the bombs were detonated early. The tall blonde one had been killed in the blasts, and the other two had been gunned down as they were escaping. He'd been walking for nearly two weeks straight - This gave him pause. He must have raided the fields in order to have survived the ordeal. There were signs of him falling repeatedly; his knees and hands were scraped up, and dried blood coated his shins.
Feeling awkward, the telepath put his arms around the younger assassin, and held him until his tears left him weak. For some reason, the dirty trembling kid sparked some... protective instinct in the hardened killer. He reminded him of when he was a child, living alone on the streets, surviving day to day, often hour to hour until Rosenkreuz picked him up.
"Come on, you're coming home with me." he said, as the blonde sagged against him, utterly and completely drained by his newest bout of crying.
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Schuldig carried him inside, and kicked the door shut.
"Crawford!" he called. "I couldn't find what you sent me out for, but I--"
"Oh, you found him. Good." Crawford cut him off. "There's a bath already running, he has a new set of clothing on your bed, and I ordered out, so when he wakes up, make sure he eats well."
Schuldig stared. "You were expecting this?"
Crawford gave him a flat stare, and then whipped his glasses off to wipe them on his shirt. "He's what I sent you out to go pick up."
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hmm.. this was supposed to be a oneshot, but this works too. I'll get working on the next chapter soon. A Darker Light i will work on.... later. I have NO inspiration for it. At ALL.