Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Gray Destiny ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Gray Destiny

Rating: R

Warnings: shounen-ai, language, violence, rape, OC's

Pairings: KenxOmi, Aya+Ken, SigmaxOmi

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or any associated characters.

Summary: Weiss find themselves in a game of cat and mouse as a group within Kritiker hunts them down.

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Ken's eyes snapped open, his breath coming quickly. He took a moment to calm down and look around the room. Everything was how he remembered, nothing missing or changed. Letting out a sigh of relief, he settled back down into bed, his arms tightening around his lover. As reality began to take control of him, he didn't even bother trying to sleep again. The dream had been too vivid and disturbing for his taste. So he lay there, taking in the feel and scent of the boy next to him. Even as he let his fingers drift over Omi's back, he couldn't rid himself of the nagging feeling that moments like these would become more and more rare in the future.

"Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me," he whispered fervently into the blonde hair. He shut his eyes tightly as the next words came out. "I love you."

Omi shifted suddenly and yawned, signaling that he had woken up. Ken tensed for a moment before relaxing once more.

"Wha' d'ya say?" Omi asked through his yawn. By the sound of his voice and the small amount of light showing his eyes to be closed, Ken knew Omi was still half asleep; and had probably already fallen back asleep. He gave a sad smile while rubbing the boy's back.

"Nothing, Omi. Nothing."

"Goddamn morning shifts," Youji muttered as he made his way down the hall. Maybe, if he asked nicely enough, or just plain annoyed him enough, Ken would switch shifts with him. Passing by the soccer player's room, Youji found the door open and the bed empty. "Well, it would have been easier to haggle if he was half-asleep."

Sulking at that lost opportunity, Youji passed Omi's room. Wondering if maybe Omi would switch, he stopped to knock. What made him pause wasn't the voices coming from behind the door....but the moaning he heard soon after. Green eyes widened as he registered those noises in his mind. That's right....Ken and Omi were.....together. They were a couple and Ken was missing from his room.....and there was something happening behind that door that was causing moaning.

"Maybe the morning shift isn't too bad," Youji amended as he practically sprinted for the shop.

Omi sighed as Ken lay on top of him, exhausted. As his hands wandered, so did his mind. As one hand sifted through his lover's dark brown locks, his mind sifted through the evidence he had managed to get from their package. As the other hand traced a pattern down Ken's back, he traced the week's events trying to find a clue as to who was following them. Omi heard a soft sigh come from Ken as well, the brunette's arms tightening their hold.

"What's the matter?" Ken asked, the question slightly muffled by Omi's chest. Omi shook his head, although Ken wasn't able to see it.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking."

"You think a lot," Ken bit back. "But something's bothering you. What is it?" Ken pushed himself up so he could look Omi in the eye. The boy tried to look away, but one of Ken's calloused hands kept him from doing so. "Omi..."

"It's nothing....I was just, thinking of that package." Ken nodded, then reached up to give the boy a kiss. He made sure to keep his weight on his forearms but remained above Omi keeping him effectively pinned.

"What about it? You didn't find anymore information, did you?" The blonde head shook slowly.

"No. They left us very few and vague leads; nothing really worth following. And I haven't..." Omi cut himself off, finding the edge of the pillowcase very interesting.

"You haven't what, Omi?" Ken prodded. The blonde seemed to struggle with himself before turning his eyes back on Ken.

"I haven't heard back from Kritiker yet. It's only been a week, but they're usually very prompt with answering us. I'm worried. This new enemy seems to be very efficient; they leave no leads or evidence behind and we can't even contact Kritiker. That might not have anything to do with it, but I feel that there's a connection." Omi noted the worried look in Ken's brown eyes. His hands reached up to cup the face above him, trying to reassure the taller boy. "I'm sure everything will be alright. It always is, ne? We'll find out who these people are and stop them, or find out that there's nothing to worry about. Ne, Ken-kun?"

Ken put a false smile on his face and nodded. He lay back down, pillowing his head with Omi's chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. His eyes closed as wiry arms wrapped around his shoulders and he felt a light kiss on his head. His own arms wound around the boy's body, unwilling to let Omi go. Remaining memories from his dream flashed across his mind and the feeling of emptiness that had come with it returned as well.

'I can't lose him. I won't lose him. But why won't this feeling go away?'

Youji stretched his arms above his head, yawning, as he entered the small kitchen. Aya was already there, slowly drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper. Amethyst eyes turned on the intruder, sending an icy glare his way. Folding the paper and finishing his drink, Aya stood up and exited the room.

"You're late. Make sure you're out in the store in five minutes."

"Ahhh. Always the efficient one, aren't we? Probably've never heard of taking a break. If I'm to look my best for all those women, I have to take my time," Youji whined. Nonetheless, he grabbed an apple and helped with opening in a short time. As Aya counted the till and restocked the flowers, Youji swept and cleaned the windows. The monotonous work gave him time to process what had happened that morning.

'You knew they were together, so why would it bother you so much? Maybe because you didn't know how close they were. But....even if that was the point, we've all kept personal things from each other. Ken never did tell us how close he was with that girl.....so why would his and Omi's relationship bother me?'

Those thoughts kept circling in his head, and he found himself getting more and more confused. Seeing that he wasn't getting any answers, Youji decided to drop the matter for now. Once his shift was over he would talk to Ken and Omi about it. Opening the front door, Youji noticed something drop to the ground. Looking down, he saw a yellow package. A chill swept through his body as he bent and picked up the envelope. Turning it over, he saw what he expected; 'Weiß' written in bold black letters.

"Why does this shit have to happen to me?"

The shop opened with the usual early morning crowd. But to the two florists, it seemed like the crowd never thinned. Luckily, most of the people consisted of the local high school girls and, within a short while, they left for school decreasing the number of people in the shop dramatically. Aya and Youji worked quickly to finish the last few orders.

"Thank you ma'am and have a nice day." Youji flashed a smile to the lady he had rung up. She replied with a calm smile and a thank you. Done with his last customer, the blonde looked towards Aya to find him still dealing with the man he had helped twenty minutes ago. Not wanting to stick around any longer, Youji left the shop and headed for the kitchen. Pausing outside the room to light a cigarette, soft voices floated into the hallway catching Youji's attention.

'Must be Ken and Omi.' He thought, taking a drag from his cigarette. Poking his head around the doorframe, he saw he was right. The two boys were conversing quietly; Ken stood by the table, fingering the yellow envelope, while Omi was pouring himself some tea. Giving them a few more moments alone, Youji finished his cigarette just outside the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aya headed in his direction. Youji quickly entered the room, extinguishing his cigarette in the sink. He coughed to grab the other two boy's attention as neither had noticed him enter, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Aya's coming and unless you feel like dealing with his knowing about your relationship *and* this," he motioned to the envelope, "I suggest you create some space."

He smirked as the two jumped apart, blushes rapidly spreading across their faces. At that moment, the red head entered the kitchen. Without sparing the other occupants a glance, he grabbed a cup, poured some tea and took a seat at the table. Youji followed his lead and sat down as well, pulling out another cigarette. Omi sat on the counter as Ken rummaged through the fridge, pulling out some fruit.

"Well, no use just sitting around. We know who sent it, so why don't we just open it up?" Youji stated.

"We don't *know* it's the same people." Aya retorted, calmly sipping from his cup.

"I don't think Kritiker would be stupid enough to leave packages for us lying out in the open," Ken said around a mouthful of pear.

"I never said it was from Kritiker," Aya shot back.

"Well who else would leave a package for us marked 'Weiß'?" Ken yelled.

"He does have a point."

"Stay out of this, Kudou."

"The hell I will! Don't tell me what to do! I was just agreeing with the kid."

"I don't need you backing me."

"Hey, guys...come on. This isn't getting us anywhere," Omi spoke up from his spot, watching his teammates get more worked up.

"Shut up, Omi!"

"Don't tell him to shut up…"

"You would protect him."

"What the hell does that mean?!" "Youji-kun!"

"It's not like I don't know, Ken." "What are you talking about?"

"Shut up, Youji! That's none of you business!"

"Like hell it isn't! Why shouldn't..."

"Everyone just shut the fuck up!"

All activity stopped as three pair of eyes turned to look at the now fuming blonde. His cup lay shattered on the floor, forgotten, as he glared at his teammates. Aya returned to sipping his tea while Youji had the grace to look regretful and Ken turned apologetic eyes on Omi. Omi ignored them all and continued speaking.

"Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere," he began, "Right now, to fight an enemy that we know nothing about and that already knows so much about us, we're going to need to stick together. That's the best way to do anything that's difficult, right?"

"Omi..."

"Ne, Ken-kun? Youji-kun? Aya-kun? Don't fight over stupid things."

"The kid's got a point. Dammit." Youji smiled as he pushed his sunglasses further up, "All right, bishounen. No more fighting; at least from me."

Omi smiled at the older blonde, silently thanking him. Ken and Aya then gave their consent, easing the rest of the tension in the room. Suddenly embarrassed about his actions, Omi cast his eyes down and noticed the broken cup. He gasped slightly and blushed.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't realize I did that. I've got to clean that up." After quickly cleaning up the shards, Omi joined the others at the table.

"Look. Whether we know who sent us this or not, to find out anything we are going to have to open it." Youji stated, another cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Have we heard anything from Kritiker yet?" All eyes turned to Omi. The boy shifted in his seat, looking from one person to the next.

"Not yet. It's been a week and although the package may not have anything to do with it, I feel that the two things are linked." While Aya and Youji let the news sink in, Ken's eyes meet Omi's in a quick glance. Finally, Omi reached out, grabbed the envelope and opened it before anyone could stop him. As he upended the bag, four smaller envelopes fell out as well as a sheet of paper. Each assassin grabbed his designated envelope and opened it.

"More pictures," Youji stated as he looked through his pictures, "But these are from a few months ago."

"How do you know that?" Omi questioned not bothering to look up from his stack. Youji held up one of his pictures.

"I had a date with her about a month ago. I never did get a picture of her though; maybe I should thank these people." That earned him a sharp glare from Omi which he shrugged off.

"These are nothing but shots of us in the shop and around town. If it wasn't for the fact that the package was marked to 'Weiß', I would just think they were stalkers," Ken noted, flipping through his stack grateful that he didn't see another of him and Omi together.

"Not all of them are that harmless." All eyes turned to Aya, watching as he carefully placed his pictures back in the envelope they came in.

"What do you mean, Aya-kun?"

"Look at the last few pictures." Silence permeated the room while Youji, Ken and Omi did as Aya said.

"What the hell!!" "Shit!"

"Oh my god.."

"They couldn't have been there. We would've known, right?" Ken asked eyes wide in astonishment. Before anyone could reply, the tinkling of a bell let them know that someone had entered the shop. The clicking of heels on the linoleum floor was heard soon after. Everyone turned towards the door as a dark headed woman stood before them.

"Birman." The woman nodded bringing the video tape in her hand to eye level.

"Good afternoon, Weiss. Over the past few months, there have been a series of kidnappings. The victims range in age from six to twelve. Up until now, it was thought they were being held for ransom but many of those kidnapped have been found being sold on the black market as slaves. Your target is Tetsuya Yokoi, vice president of Lane Industries. White Hunters, hunt the tomorrow of the dark beasts."

The screen flickered then blacked out. The lights were turned on immediately after showing the four assassins to be lost in their thoughts. Birman calmly walked to the front of the room, holding a manila folder firmly in her hands. She took a moment to size up the four men before speaking.

"So, are you in?" Omi shook his head, fists clenched in his lap as memories of his own kidnapping flashed before his eyes.

"I won't let them get away with it. Not only kidnapping, but selling children as slaves..." The other three nodded as similar thoughts ran through their minds. Birman passed out the packets that were held in the folder. The sound of rustling paper filled the room as Birman continued speaking.

"Yokoi will be visiting Okinawa with the president of Lane Industries for an environmental conference this week. This will be one of the best times to get him. Some of his favorite places to visit are listed in your packets. It is also thought that the head of his operation is stationed here. He will surely visit it while he has the chance."

"Okinawa? Isn't that out of our area?" Youji questioned, putting down the paper to light a cigarette.

"Are you questioning Kritiker's orders, Balinese?" Birman turned sharply on the playboy. Youji raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and defense.

"I never questioned Kritiker. I would just think that an organization as big as Kritiker would have groups like us stationed all over Japan."

"The mission has been assigned to you. Whether there is another assassin group in Kyoto is none of your concern." All eyes turned to Youji as if waiting for an answer.

"What?" he asked rather defensively. Before Youji could continue, Omi spoke up, directing his question to Birman.

"Was the information we sent ever received?"

"We've gotten nothing from Weiss since your last mission. When did you send it?"

"A week ago." Omi replied, already lost in thought.

"What did you send?"

"It's more like what we didn't send. Last week we received a strange package. There wasn't really anything to worry about in the package itself, just a few pictures for each of us. But it was marked for 'Weiß' and there was an envelope inside for each of us labeled with our codenames."

"Do you still have them?" In response, Ken searched for, found and handed her the first envelope they had found. Birman glanced inside the packet and pulled out the four smaller envelopes. She skimmed through the pictures, her eyebrows quirking up as she looked at the last ones. Omi squirmed in his seat, his cheeks reddening slightly.

"This is all that was given to you?" she slid the envelopes back in the larger one making sure she closed the package, "It doesn't seem like something to really worry about."

"No." Aya cut in, "We received another today."

"I'd like to see it." Aya nodded and left to find the new envelope, leaving the others in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

"Birman.." Omi began hesitantly, "about..the pictures..."

"It's all right, Omi." The dark haired woman reassured. Omi visibly relaxed while Ken released the breath he'd been holding, "Though I do think you should have told us."

"Well, the thing is..." Ken started only to be cut off by Aya's entrance. He dropped the newest envelope in Birman's lap and returned to his place on the wall. Once again, the Kritiker agent opened the package and skimmed through the pictures.

"I don't see anything to worry about. These pictures are just as harmless as the others." Birman said while taking out the last group of pictures.

"Look at the last few pictures." Youji replied lazily, releasing a puff of smoke. Doing as Youji suggested, Birman flipped to the back of the stack. Her eyes widened slightly in shock then narrowed with some unknown emotion.

"These...these are...."

"Pictures from our last few missions. Which means not only do they know where we live and who we are within Kritiker, but that they have the capability of following us on a mission without us knowing it." Omi stated solemnly. Birman stood and placed the envelopes in the now empty folder she held.

"Kritiker will look into this. For now, you are to continue with your mission and wait for further instructions." After the four assassins gave their consent, Birman left. Minutes ticked by and no one moved. Finally, Youji stood and stretched bringing everyone's attention to him.

"Well, it looks like you have work to do, Omi." Youji made his way halfway up the stairs before Omi voiced a protest.

"What? Why just me?"

"You're the best with computers and we still have to watch the shop." Aya replied, also heading up to the store.

"But...wait! Ken-kun!"

"Sorry, Omi, it's my shift now. Besides, Aya is right and I'd only slow you down." And with that, Omi was left alone in the mission room. The hacker sat down at the computer with a huff, his mouth tight in anger.

"Just see if Ken gets any tonight."

"Balinese to Bombay, have you found the target yet?"

"Not yet. It's a large building and there're a lot of people in there. Most seem to be the kidnapped children."

"Well, hurry up. We can't stay hidden all night. I would like to get *some* sleep."

Omi sighed in frustration. He had been searching for ten minutes and there was no sign of their target. Tonight was the last night of the conference; then they would have to follow Yokoi to his next destination, which could be anywhere. He sighed once more, running his hands through his hair before continuing his search.

"It's all right, Bombay. Take your time."

'Ken...'

"What are you saying, Siberian? It may be fine for you to look horrible when facing all the women at the shop, but I don't want to be seen looking my worst!"

"Shut up!" Omi chuckled as his friends continued arguing over the link, that is, until Aya stopped them.

"Both of you quit arguing. We're here to finish the mission."

"Sure thing, kitty." Omi could almost see Aya ready to strangle Youji for his remark. A beep from the laptop in front of him let Omi know he found Yokoi.

"Target located. He's on the second floor on the west side of the building."

Omi released the breath he had been holding in a loud huff. The final bomb was is place. Now, he just needed to make sure the others had done their part. Reaching back, Omi grabbed his com link and turned it on. He carefully crawled through the vent making sure he didn't make too much noise.

"Balinese and Siberian, have you gotten all the kids?"

"Balinese here. Most of the kids are out. Siberian just went back to grab the rest and make sure we didn't miss any." Omi nodded unconsciously.

"Abyssinian, have you found the target?" There was a pause before Aya's calm voice floated over the link.

"No. He's not here."

"What?! Are you sure?"

"I've searched the whole floor twice. There's no sign of him; no sign that he was even here."

Omi paused in the vent. There was no way; the target had to be there. He had found him on his computer but yet, Aya hadn't found him in the building. Something was wrong.

"Balinese, were there any guards when you found the children?"

"Guards? No, now that you mention it, there weren't any. What's going on, Bombay?"

"I'm not sure..." Now Omi was moving through the vents without a thought to stealth. A faint beeping noise caught his attention. He paused and listened for a second, his blonde head tilted in concentration. Following the noise, he found himself staring at one of the bombs he had set up. Only, it was already ticking.

'Oh fuck.'

"Get out of the building!!" he screamed into the link as he looked for the quickest way out of the vents, "It's a trap! Somebody's set the bombs off!!"

In his rush, Omi failed to notice to grating in front of him and tripped on it. Pushing himself up, he started kicking the grate as hard as he could. It opened within seconds allowing the boy to escape. Once his feet touched the ground, he was running. He calculated how much time would be left as he practically flew down the stairway. Out of the corner of his eye, Omi caught a flash of red. Not taking the time to look, he assumed Aya had followed him.

Omi didn't stop running until he had reached the edge of the forest surrounding the building. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Omi looked around. Aya wasn't nearby. In fact, he didn't see Aya anywhere. A short distance away Omi noticed some movement. Getting closer he found a group of children of various ages and Youji.

"Where is everyone?" the small blonde asked while glancing at their surroundings. Youji shrugged, a cigarette hanging forgotten from his lips.

"Ken told me to stay here with the kids. He hasn't returned yet and I haven't seen Aya since he went in." Omi's eyes widened in fright. Both Ken and Aya were missing; probably still inside. And the explosives would go off any second.

"Youji-kun..."

"Is everyone here?" Both blondes turned toward the new voice to see Aya walking towards them.

"Ken-kun's still in the building!" Omi shouted, turning to watch the first of the explosions in horror.

"Shit!" Youji yelled before running into the burning building.

"No! Youji-kun! Ken-kun!" Omi started to follow the ex-detective only to be held back Aya, "Aya-kun! Let me go!"

"You can't do anything, Omi. If you go in, that's one more person to worry about."

"Aya-kun..."

"Shit! Where is that idiot?" Both assassins spun around at the new voice. There were three people standing a few yards away from them, but they were hidden in darkness. As another blast echoed into the night, the resulting blast of light allowed Aya and Omi a look at the newcomers. Violet eyes narrowed in hate as blue widened in surprise.

"Schwartz."