Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Go, Or Go Ahead ❯ Makes one hardened; But what has happened... ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: forever_smitten 
Aya-chan meets Asuka's husband. Yohji recovers his memories. Mamoru sets his plan into motion.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 914 | Visits: 310 | Status: Work In Progress
Aya-chan meets Asuka's husband. Yohji recovers his memories. Mamoru sets his plan into motion.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 914 | Visits: 310 | Status: Work In Progress
Asuka stopped in the door way and let Aya enter the living room first. "Ryo, I want you to meet the girl who's shadowing me at work for a few days." She said.
A man with short blond hair and green eyes looked up from his newspaper; first at his wife, then at the girl with her. He froze. "A-Ah." He was caught a little off guard since the girl looked so familiar. "I'm Ryo Itou, Asuka's husband." Where had he seen her before? His head was hurting again.
Aya bowed. "I'm Aya Fujimiya. It's nice to meet you."
"Aya..." He said quietly. A wave of nausea hit him as Ryo dropped the newspaper to the floor.
"Ryo? Ryo!" Asuka ran across the room and knelt by her husband while he clutched at his head. "It's okay, I'm here. You'll be fine, Ryo..."
Aya could only stare, not having the first clue what was going on or what to do about it. "Is he... is he alright?" She asked, feeling rather stupid. He certainly didn't look alright.
"This happens sometimes." Asuka explained, calming Ryo down. "He has amnesia, so once in a while, if he starts to remember anything, he gets terrible headaches. Never this bad, though."
Ryo groaned, as if to confirm what Asuka said.
"I wonder what could have set him off like that..." Aya wondered out loud.
Asuka and Ryo looked at the young girl standing in their living room.
"You don't suppose it was me, do you?" Aya asked. "I've never even met Mr. Itou!"
"No, but maybe you remind him of someone, Aya." Asuka suggested.
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Across the street Crawford sat in a black Mercedes, listening to the conversation through Schuldig. The telepath had tuned his mind in to the Itou house, thus picking up their conversation perfectly. Of course, he couldn't hear any of it- he was transmitting whatever was happening inside the house through his mind and into Crawford's. He hated acting as a radio and not knowing what was going on, but it couldn't be helped in this case.
Crawford gave the red haired man's hand a squeeze and leaned over to his ear. "That'll do for now, Schuldig."
Schuldig cracked his neck and stretched out as much as he could in the car. "Well? What the Hell's going on in there?"
"It seems as if Yohji will be recovering from his amnesia." The precog said with a smirk. "Things are going to get interesting very soon."
The German rolled his eyes. "I love it when you get all cryptic, darling." He said sarcastically.
The older man pushed his glasses up on his nose and started the car. He had as much of a flair for dramatics as the telepath. "I know you do."
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"Persia!"
Mamoru Takatori tore his attention from the files he was currently going over. "I hope this is important, agent."
The Kritiker agent who had just barged into Persia's office nodded urgently. "It's Fujimiya. She's come into contact with Balinese."
Mamoru quickly stood up and walked out of the room. "I'll be in the surveillance room if anyone needs me."
"Yes, sir."
The young Kritiker head walked swiftly down the long hallways of the building until he reached his destination. He put his hand on the panel by the door, punched in his code (FREESIA), and set foot in the room illuminated with numerous monitors and lights from recording equipment. Mamoru went to the very back of the room where the transmissions from the Itou house were located and sat down to listen.
"Is he... is he alright?" He heard Aya's worried voice ask.
"This happens sometimes." That was Yohji's wife. Mamoru recognized her voice easily enough. "He has amnesia, so once in a while, if he starts to remember anything, he gets terrible headaches. Never this bad, though."
Yohji groaned, sounding like he was in pain. Mamoru frowned at the sound.
"I wonder what could have set him off like that..." Aya said.
Mamoru shook his head. "You have no idea, Aya-chan…"
"You don't suppose it was me, do you?" She asked quickly. "I've never even met Mr. Itou!" Aya defended herself.
"No, but maybe you remind him of someone, Aya." Asuka said gently, trying to calm her down.
"So you think he might've known someone that I remind him of?" Aya asked.
"I think so." Asuka replied. "I think so…"
"Weiss…" Yohji muttered.
Aya gasped.
"Weiss?" Asuka asked. "Ryo, what's-"
"It's already happening." Mamoru said to himself. "And so soon, too…"
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A man with short blond hair and green eyes looked up from his newspaper; first at his wife, then at the girl with her. He froze. "A-Ah." He was caught a little off guard since the girl looked so familiar. "I'm Ryo Itou, Asuka's husband." Where had he seen her before? His head was hurting again.
Aya bowed. "I'm Aya Fujimiya. It's nice to meet you."
"Aya..." He said quietly. A wave of nausea hit him as Ryo dropped the newspaper to the floor.
"Ryo? Ryo!" Asuka ran across the room and knelt by her husband while he clutched at his head. "It's okay, I'm here. You'll be fine, Ryo..."
Aya could only stare, not having the first clue what was going on or what to do about it. "Is he... is he alright?" She asked, feeling rather stupid. He certainly didn't look alright.
"This happens sometimes." Asuka explained, calming Ryo down. "He has amnesia, so once in a while, if he starts to remember anything, he gets terrible headaches. Never this bad, though."
Ryo groaned, as if to confirm what Asuka said.
"I wonder what could have set him off like that..." Aya wondered out loud.
Asuka and Ryo looked at the young girl standing in their living room.
"You don't suppose it was me, do you?" Aya asked. "I've never even met Mr. Itou!"
"No, but maybe you remind him of someone, Aya." Asuka suggested.
===
Across the street Crawford sat in a black Mercedes, listening to the conversation through Schuldig. The telepath had tuned his mind in to the Itou house, thus picking up their conversation perfectly. Of course, he couldn't hear any of it- he was transmitting whatever was happening inside the house through his mind and into Crawford's. He hated acting as a radio and not knowing what was going on, but it couldn't be helped in this case.
Crawford gave the red haired man's hand a squeeze and leaned over to his ear. "That'll do for now, Schuldig."
Schuldig cracked his neck and stretched out as much as he could in the car. "Well? What the Hell's going on in there?"
"It seems as if Yohji will be recovering from his amnesia." The precog said with a smirk. "Things are going to get interesting very soon."
The German rolled his eyes. "I love it when you get all cryptic, darling." He said sarcastically.
The older man pushed his glasses up on his nose and started the car. He had as much of a flair for dramatics as the telepath. "I know you do."
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"Persia!"
Mamoru Takatori tore his attention from the files he was currently going over. "I hope this is important, agent."
The Kritiker agent who had just barged into Persia's office nodded urgently. "It's Fujimiya. She's come into contact with Balinese."
Mamoru quickly stood up and walked out of the room. "I'll be in the surveillance room if anyone needs me."
"Yes, sir."
The young Kritiker head walked swiftly down the long hallways of the building until he reached his destination. He put his hand on the panel by the door, punched in his code (FREESIA), and set foot in the room illuminated with numerous monitors and lights from recording equipment. Mamoru went to the very back of the room where the transmissions from the Itou house were located and sat down to listen.
"Is he... is he alright?" He heard Aya's worried voice ask.
"This happens sometimes." That was Yohji's wife. Mamoru recognized her voice easily enough. "He has amnesia, so once in a while, if he starts to remember anything, he gets terrible headaches. Never this bad, though."
Yohji groaned, sounding like he was in pain. Mamoru frowned at the sound.
"I wonder what could have set him off like that..." Aya said.
Mamoru shook his head. "You have no idea, Aya-chan…"
"You don't suppose it was me, do you?" She asked quickly. "I've never even met Mr. Itou!" Aya defended herself.
"No, but maybe you remind him of someone, Aya." Asuka said gently, trying to calm her down.
"So you think he might've known someone that I remind him of?" Aya asked.
"I think so." Asuka replied. "I think so…"
"Weiss…" Yohji muttered.
Aya gasped.
"Weiss?" Asuka asked. "Ryo, what's-"
"It's already happening." Mamoru said to himself. "And so soon, too…"
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