Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Gray Destiny ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: not much in this chapter but for later reference there will be; violence, language, attempted(?) rape, shounen-ai, slight lime, OC's

Pairings: KenxOmi, Aya+Ken, SigmaxOmi

Spoilers: there'll be some for the whole series

Summary: Weiss finds themselves in a game of cat and mouse as a group from inside Kritiker hunts them down.

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or any associated characters. For now, only Xi and Sigma belong to me.

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"I can't believe we agreed to do this."

"Hey, it won't be that bad. And we do owe him; he's been covering shifts for us all week. You know how much he hates that."

"I knew he had ulterior motives."

There was a soft sigh and the slight rustle of clothes. A small body threw itself on the nearby bed followed by a second slightly larger one.

"I just wish it was something other than this," the first voice replied.

"I mean, I don't know anything about it! And by the way he's acted about it before, I don't know if I want to."

An arm reached out and grabbed the smaller form pulling it closer to the other. The owner of the first voice relaxed in the embrace returning the gesture. Ken and Omi lay together for a few minutes just reveling in the feeling of the other body against their own. A voice called from outside the room, clearly annoyed.

"Would you hurry up? It shouldn't take you an hour to get ready! Now get down here!"

The two figures slowly disentangled themselves with sighs of frustration and irritation. A quick check over to make sure nothing was out of place and a short kiss later, they made their way out the door hoping the night would go by fast. A few minutes later, Youji strolled into the room. He took a glance at his teammates and did a double take. One eyebrow quirked up as he gave each of them a once over. He shook his head and sighed as if he was dealing with a child.

"You are *not* going like that," he answered their confused looks. Both

Ken and Omi gave each other the once over. Nothing seemed too bad with what they were wearing; Ken in a loose white shirt and baggy jeans while

Omi wore his trademark shorts and an old blue shirt with a large dark green picture on it. Youji grabbed at the two pulling them back upstairs. Both victims cried out trying to escape. Youji just tightened his grip. "We are going to a club, not a casual night out. You look horrible!"

Compared to what Youji was wearing, they did look rather plain. But that didn't mean they wanted to look like him. In fact, each boy silently prayed that they would come out looking somewhat decent and not wearing a halter top and low cut leather pants like Youji was. Muffled sounds of protest could be heard from behind the closed door. Aya remained where he was, placing his head in his hands with a sigh. He was jerked out of his reverie by a scream.

"I am *not* wearing that! No! Forget it, Youji," a few muffled words and then, "No....no...get away from me...I said stay away! No! Both of you stay....ahhh!"

Tonight was going to be long.

After what seemed like hours, Youji appeared from his room almost glowing.

Aya eyed him strangely before he noticed Ken and Omi behind him. Youji seemed to be proud of his alterations though the other two looked less than pleased. Ken was wearing a tight green shirt and loose black pants while

Omi had gotten away with a loose black shirt and a shimmering blue over shirt. What got Aya's attention was that Youji had gotten Omi to wear pants for once, and Omi didn't like it at all. The tall blonde made his way over to Aya to grab him, but was stopped by the glare that was leveled at him. Aya was not going to play along. Defeated, Youji headed for the back door.

In the car, Ken was sulking in the back seat fidgeting with his shirt.

Omi sat next to him, toying with the green streaks Youji had somehow managed to put in Ken's hair. Ken batted Omi's hand away growling at him.

A few moments later, Omi would reach out again to play with the other boy's hair. They reached the club quickly. Youji parked and hopped out. Aya was next, clearly not as enthusiastic as the older man, followed by Ken and Omi. A smile spread across Youji's face as he took in the reactions of his teammates. Aya just took one look at the building and crowd before turning away. Ken watched with slight interest as more people poured inside. He seemed slightly more excited than the other two. Omi just stared, eyes going wide as everything registered in his mind. All the people around, dressed in the weirdest fashions and acting so crazy. He was already floored and ready to leave even though he hadn't been inside. Youji started pushing the others into the crowd; he was practically dragging Omi behind him.

"Loosen up a little. Tonight's going to be fun, trust me," the other three didn't particularly feel like doing that just yet. "And Omi," he jokingly cautioned before getting lost in the mob of people, "don't let anybody take advantage of you!"

With that, Youji disappeared. The younger boy stopped moving, the close proximity of so many people making him disoriented. He felt a familiar presence behind him. He looked up into soft eyes as an arm wrapped around his waist. He leaned back into the taller body taking comfort in the presence. He felt the bass beat of the music as they moved closer to the front of the club. Lights flickered this way and that, making it hard to see anything very clearly. Bodies bumped into his as they were pushed onto the dance floor. Warm breath tickled his neck as the other person leaned down to whisper.

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you," he was reassured.

Before anything else could happen, Omi felt the arm holding him being pulled away. He turned around to see a female pulling his lover away into the crowd. Omi watched as Ken tried to pry his arm free, tried to tell the woman something but either she couldn't hear or she didn't care. Either way, Omi found himself left alone in the middle of the dance floor, his lover desperately trying to get back to him. Bodies pressed against the small boy pushing him one way then another. He tried to look around and find his other teammates but there were too many people. He pushed his way through the crowd receiving a few insults and catcalls on his way. His blue eyes strained to look over the people around him. The lights were beginning to make him dizzy and the music was pulsing through him. Omi suddenly felt very lost and alone.

"Ken! Youji…Aya?!" Omi tried to shout over the music, hoping one of them was close by.

He tried one last desperate attempt to escape the crowd but a strong arm wrapped around his waist pulling him back. Wide blue eyes turned to find a tall, rather large man next to him. The man was clearly drunk; Omi could smell the alcohol on him. Omi twisted his small body to get out of the man's reach, but he wouldn't have that. The taller man pulled Omi's wiry frame to his own, his hands grasping Omi's back and legs. Hands slid over his body, sometimes getting under his shirt. Fear filled Omi as he felt the man pulling him through the crowd, toward the back of the room.

"Hey pretty boy, I wanna get to know ya." the drunken man slurred pulling the boy almost impossibly closer.

Omi redoubled his efforts, pushing against the bulky person as hard as he could. He felt abandoned as the people around him took no notice. He couldn't move in the other man's grasp. Omi closed his eyes not wanting to believe what was happening, to distance himself from the situation, when he presence and felt relief flow through him. He barely heard the shouting that took place just inches away. The only lines he did hear made him smile in pure joy.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"Don't ever touch him again!"

"What…you got some claim on him?"

"He's my boyfriend and if you try to touch him again I'll rip you apart."

He could guess that the other man wasn't happy that his "prize" had been taken away from him. Omi couldn't have cared less. He slipped his arms around the other boy, pulling him closer. Omi smiled to himself as he watched the other man fume while he was once again lost in the crowd, this time with the person he wanted to be with. Once they were safely within the midst of the people, Omi was pulled against the other body. He fit himself more closely against the muscular form as hands roamed over his back and sides. This time, the loud music and flashing lights didn't bother him as much. Blue eyes meet brown as he lifted his head to gaze up into Ken's face. He smiled when he saw how worried the other boy was, his arms tightening around the other's body to reassure him.

"Omi, I'm sorry. I'll never leave you like that again. I'm so sorry…" Omi cut off his apology by covering Ken's lips with his. As his lover's lips met his, Omi forgot about the club, the flashing lights, loud music and close bodies. Ken broke the kiss and leaned over so he could plant kisses on the boy's upturned neck. They never noticed the people watching them above.

"Do you see them?"

"Yeah, I see them perfectly. This'll be a great shot. Looks like something'll happen after they get out of here, maybe we should follow them."

"Sigma, don't think about it. Get the shots of them. We've already got the other two. We're just lucky we didn't need four of us tonight."

"Ah, com'on. It'll be great. This is nothing that heavy, probably won't even think twice about it. Just let me get a few shots....that's all. Oh!

Hey! Need to watch those hands, kitty."

Sigma snickered as he took a few more pictures. He heard his partner sigh over their link. There was a reason they didn't want Sigma on those two; he just got into his job too much sometimes. But he knew Sigma was right.

Pictures of them at a club would mean nothing. Might as well be pictures of them at the flower shop. His own targets weren't being much fun either.

One was dancing with everyone in sight while the other stood near the edge of the crowd. Though the look on his face was interesting; almost as if he was really worried and looking for someone. Xi thought about this. Pictures of the "couple" might come in handy later though.

"Sigma, we'll follow them back and take a few more shots. But don't stay too long. We only want a few to let them know that we know. Understood?"

Xi swore his partner was cheering. He groaned in frustration. Why he always got stuck with the pervert was beyond him.

The crowd was thinning out and the lights weren't flashing as much. The four of them meet outside as the night began to change to day. Youji looked as if he was ready to go back out, but fairly drunk.

Once in the car, Omi's head slowly dipped down then jerked back up as he tried to stay awake. But the night's events soon caught up to him and he lay slumped against Ken. Every now and then, Aya's eyes would slip towards the mirror and watch them. He quickly averted his attention when Ken would look his way. When they reached the house, Omi was fast asleep against Ken's shoulder who didn't have the heart to wake him. With some help from Aya, Ken was able to support Omi as he helped the boy to his room. Aya was similarly helping an unconscious Youji upstairs. After dumping the older man in his room, Aya found Ken still with Omi.

"Don't forget that you and Youji open tomorrow." Ken looked at him in surprise.

"You expect Youji to be able to open tomorrow? Shit! He won't even be able to function until two!" he yelled at the departing redhead.

"That's your problem. Just make sure he's there and working." Ken cursed under his breath as Aya left him. Now he was going to have to deal with a hung over Youji tomorrow as well as his own frustrations at not having his night turn out like he'd liked.

He took one last look at the sleeping boy, his hand straying to push the hair off his face. He turned to leave when he felt something softly grab his hand. He looked back to see Omi gazing at him through half-closed eyelids. The boy whispered Ken's name in slight confusion making him smile. Ken returned to Omi's side and bent down to kiss his forehead. Omi's lips pressed together in a thin smile and his hand released Ken's.

"Get some sleep Omi. And don't worry about tomorrow, Aya's making Youji and me open," he turned to leave again when he caught the mischievous smile on the boy's face. He barely had time to register the look when Omi hooked his fingers through Ken's belt loops and pulled him down crushing their lips together. Ken smiled when they broke apart, running his hands through blonde hair then over a flat chest.

'Well,' he thought as Omi responded to his touch, 'now I only have to deal with a drunken Youji.'

Outside, someone else was enjoying the boys' activities. A dark form hovered around the building across from them, keeping the two in view the whole time. Every now and then, light would flash off an object the figure was holding. He watched as shirts were peeled off and skin was bared to questing hands. His breathing started to hitch as mouths meet allowing tongues to twine together, hands roamed over bare backs to struggle with pants. The figure laughed as wicked thoughts filled his head; fantasies centered around the pale body of the smaller boy. His thoughts were cut short as a voice called out to him.

"Sigma! Are you done? We need to get back and get the packages ready.

Let's *go*!" The figure growled as he was pulled away from the show across from him. He looked down the road and waved to what seemed to be nothing.

Moments later, headlights flared on, pushing the darkness away from the boys' watcher. The man jumped off the edge of the grating quickly covering the three story fall. Once he reached the ground, he took off in the direction of the lights. But in his mind, he could hear the fading groans and cries as his victims climaxed.

Sigma climbed into the car with a smug smile on his face, waving the film in front of Xi's eyes. Xi in turn rolled his eyes at his partner's glee and took off down the road. Sigma was about to put the roll in his pocket when Xi snatched it from his grasp.

"Hey! What's that for?!"

"If I don't take it from you, we'll never get it back. Just because you took a few pictures of them in bed doesn't entitle you to them. Remember what we're doing."

Sigma grumbled and hunched in his seat acting exactly like a spoiled child.

'Which is exactly what he is,' Xi thought as he turned down a road, taking them out of the city, 'He acts just like a child without its favorite toy.

I swear he's as demented as Farfarello sometimes.'

The morning light filtered into the room, casting its golden rays across the sleeping blonde. Slowly, one eye crept open quickly closing against the bright glare. He moaned and pulled the covers over his head hoping he could hide from the morning and the incredible pain in his head. Unfortunately, the person pounding at the door and yelling his name had other ideas. Trying not to move too much, he untangled himself from the covers and made his way to the bathroom. One glance in the mirror made him quickly reach for the shower and turn the hot water on high. After a long shower, he made his way back to his room trying to run his fingers through his tangled hair. Fifteen minutes later, he was down in the shop ready to open. A piece of yellow material caught his eye as he passed by the shop door.

Making his way over he saw that the yellow material was a manila envelope that had been wedged under the door frame. He unlocked the door and scanned the area around the shop. No one was around, not even the early morning joggers were out. Curious he glanced down to inspect the package. The heading on the front made him bend down quickly to pick up the envelope, a motion he cursed himself for as the pounding in his head increased ten fold. Once he was able to see straight again, he glared at the writing as if he could make it disappear. The door slammed shut as he hurried back to the main room and the hallway. The folder was grasped tight in his hands as he called the rest of his teammates downstairs.

"This is *not* the way to start a morning," Youji mumbled to himself as he stared once more at the yellow package labeled 'Weiß'.

"You're sure there was nothing suspicious? No one was out at all?" Aya questioned Youji for the tenth time that morning. They hadn't opened the shop that morning when they discovered what had made Youji so distressed. It wasn't a package from Kritiker since Manx or Birman would have delivered it. And having their name on it made them suddenly suspicious. That meant that someone out there, whether friend or foe, knew who they were and where they lived. Not good.

Youji massaged his head and gritted his teeth. He had to have answered the same question ten times by now. Even Omi was rolling his eyes at Aya's stubbornness. His eyes kept landing on the package and his hand would creep forward slightly each time. Ken would stop him by placing a hand on Omi's shoulder and shaking his head. They weren't getting anywhere by questioning Youji any more; he was obviously as clueless as the rest of them. Omi cleared his throat to get the other's attention. Youji threw him a grateful look.

"Aya," he began softly, "Youji's been telling us the same answers for the past two hours. We're not solving anything this way, so why not just open the package and see what's in it? That way we at least know what they want."

Aya glared at the boy and he shifted slightly. The other's waited for the redhead's reaction. Aya just leaned against the counter, crossing his arms and keeping his head down. Omi took that as his answer and reached for the folder. He carefully opened it so as not to ruin the outer paper and peered inside. His eyebrows quirked together as he reached in and pulled out four smaller envelopes, each with their codenames written on them. The others looked at the envelopes then at each other. Omi grabbed the one labeled 'Bombay' and started opening it. Three hands reached out and grabbed their designated package. Silence filled the room for a few minutes. Finally Ken looked up from the contents of his envelope and watched the others.

"They're pictures of us from last night," he stated the obvious. He swore he saw a faint blush on Omi's face, he knew there was probably one on his own, "Why would anyone send us these?"

The other three contemplated this. What would anyone prove by sending them pictures of themselves? Was it some kind of trick or just one of their fangirls sending them pictures? But it couldn't be just a fangirl because their codenames had been used.

"So, what we know is that this person or these people know who we are.

They know we're Weiss and where we live. We also know that they have the ability to follow us. Other than that, we don't know why they're doing it and if they are a threat," Youji capped their situation. Omi nodded in thought as he looked more closely at the larger envelope. Aya also seemed to be deep in thought as he still leaned against the counter. Ken was rifling through the photos, mouth slightly slack. A piece of paper slipped out of the manila envelope and floated onto the floor.

All activity stopped and everyone stared at the white paper. Aya reached down and picked it up by its edge, carefully unfolding it. His eyes skimmed over the note narrowing towards the end. Ken peered over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he finished reading. The main envelope was still being investigated by the small blonde while the taller one waited impatiently for the note to be read. Giving up, Youji massaged his head and called to anyone.

"So what is so interesting on the paper?" Brown eyes studied the writing once more before turning to Youji.

Omi's head popped up beside Ken's and he grabbed the paper. His lips moved silently as he read through the letter once. His eyes scanned the paper for any strange markings that might be a clue as to who sent them the pictures.

"I'm going to do some research," he began, picking up all five envelopes and the note. He placed them on the table as he turned to his teammates, "There's got to be something on all this paper that'll help us. But I also think we need to contact Kritiker. They would be interested to know that someone could have possibly hacked into their systems, thus making themselves a larger threat."

Aya nodded his agreement. He handed Omi his pictures as well before heading towards the shop.

"Study these pictures as well. The camera angles, lighting, film quality. That will also help us determine how they found us in the club and possibly where to look once we go out again."

Omi nodded and pooled together all the articles from the yellow package. Ken followed him to the basement still looking through the photographs.

"We need to open shop. Omi will work on his task and contact

Kritiker. Youji, you'll cover his shift." Aya ordered while preparing to open the shop. Youji stared at him in disbelief.

"Why am I covering his shift? Why not you or Ken? I found the thing, doesn't that entitle me to something?!" Youji tried to persuade Aya to change his mind. He stared back into violet eyes trying his best not to back down.

"No," Aya stated simply before leaving the room. Youji cursed and collapsed back into his seat. He glanced at the table and noticed the note still there, as long as a pile of pictures. Curiosity got the better of him and he flipped through the photos wondering what his friends had done at the club.

He blushed bright red as he recognized the figures on the paper. He couldn't believe what he saw. He went through the stack one more time before he set them down, trying to digest what the pictures had shown him. As his hand ran over the note, he gazed down at it. Omi came back up the stairs, slightly flushed from running up them and looked around the room. His eyes landed on the stack of pictures then on Youji. His face reddened even more as Youji looked up at him with shocked eyes. The older man picked up the pile and handed them to the boy.

"I think you might have forgotten these." He tried to make light of the situation.

"Youji! Oh my…I'm sorry…I didn't think…please don't tell anyone!"

Youji shook his head both to clear it and calm the boy. He also placed the note in Omi's hands, content now that he had read it.

"I won't tell anyone. Promise."

Omi gave him a small smile before running back to the basement, still blushing bright red. Youji walked to the flower shop, ready to face the hordes of waiting girls he knew would be there. Although he placed a charming smile on his face and acted as calm as ever, inside he was worried. He didn't mind that Omi and Ken had a relationship, though he did wish they had had the confidence to tell him. It was the note. Something about its message made him feel uneasy. Rearranging a shelf, he saw the paper in his mind's eye.

'Let's play a game, kittens. There're no rules; but if you cross any lines your claws will be clipped. So let's go. Game begins now…your move.'