Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Human Nature ❯ Enigma ( Chapter 4 )

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Human Nature

Part 4: Enigma

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. They are merely here for my amusement and your enjoyment. In other words, don't sue. Cuz that would be bad…for you, when I chew you up and spit you out.

Warnings: slight shonen ai. Omi+Nagi. OOC characters?? Angst… Total AU setting.

Comments: I `d like you say thank you to every one who has taken the time to review! (And even the people who haven't…but I know you will! =^-^=) You guys really brighten my day and boost my painfully small…or should we say painfully large (O___O) ego! Luv ya's!

` Thoughts '

" Spoken words "

< Mental dialogue >

( Sound effects )

* Actions *

~*~

Nestled in a busy street corner, the coffee shop cheerfully invited business. Heavenly wafts of coffee drifted out the door every time a customer entered or exited. It looked warm and inviting from the outside, a promise that wasn't diminished when one entered. Waitresses bustled about and looked as though they genuinely enjoyed their job, while addicts, and even non avid coffee drinkers seemed to have a good time drinking and chatting; only adding to the pleasant atmosphere.

A bell tinkled as Nagi stepped through the door.

`Ch', just my luck, there's a long line in front of me. I hate to be compliant and docile, but here goes…Schu, you'd better appreciate this!'

<What are you talking about Schu? > But even as he was saying it, Nagi saw Omi enter the coffee shop. `What's he doing here?'

<I wasn't talking to you Schu> Nagi snapped back irritably. <And you have one dirty mind Schuldich. >

<Oh, you have no idea…^o^ \\insert dramatic laughter\\>

<You're fucking crazy, anyone ever tell you that?>

<Hmm, lets see, one, seven, sixteen, eighty four, one hundred and twelve, no wait, make that one hundred and thirteen.>

<0.o;…I see…but Schu what about>

"Nagi!" the Omi yelled, springing up behind Nagi.

They received a few odd stares, but everyone quickly turned back to their past endeavors, ignoring the two boys entirely.

Breathless, Omi smiled and asked, "Long night huh?"

Stealing a line from Schuldich, Nagi replied, "Oh, you have no idea."

"Do you come here often?"

Surprised at Omi's cheerful attempt at small talk, Nagi truthfully replied, "not really, and not usually for my self."

"Really? I know that coffee stunts my growth, but I'm addicted. I just moved from America, and I don't think I'll ever get used to Japanese tea. So I guess you could say that I'm trying to find some of my roots."

Amazed by Omi's words, Nagi bluntly replied, "How did you learn how to speak Japanese so well?"

"Oh, I'm actually Japanese, but I spent the last ten years of my life in America. We move around a lot so I tend to pick up languages pretty fast."

"It must be very convenient to know English so well."

"What do you mean?"

Nagi caught himself just in time, it wouldn't do to let Omi learn that he hacked into government agencies and underworld crime organizations for a living, among other things. "Oh nothing, I'm just overly fond of computers and most programming is done in English."

"Me too!" Omi replied enthusiastically, "I went shopping for new parts a couple days ago, my modem threw a fit! But Japanese computers just aren't up to par. No offense!" Omi added hastily.

"Don't worry, I couldn't agree more with you, everything in my home computer was ordered online. I can get more of a variety that way. "

"Cool! What web-sites do"

"Sir?….SIR??"

Nagi turned around and blushed. He hadn't realized that he had reached the counter and that the waitress had been calling for his attention. He quickly banished his blush and placed his order. The cashier ringed it up and gave him a warm smile. Nagi thanked her for her brisk and efficient service. He was waiting for Omi to complete his order when Schu interrupted him…as always.

<Nagi, I've been reading sweet little Omi-kun over there, and I think that it'd be a good idea to watch your back. >

<Schu-schu? > Troubled, Nagi stopped calling. Schu never called him by his REAL name unless he was dead serious, and that was saying a lot for Schuldich. The German took childish behavior to a whole new level. Nagi glanced furtively at Omi and noticed that he had finished his order. He held a piping hot cup of coffee in one hand and a bag of jelly donuts in the other. Omi smiled gratefully and headed towards him. The smile…it froze Nagi in his steps, literally. He could feel the space between his heartbeat as his breath stopped at the lump in his throat. Omi affected him like the mythical sirens beguiled wayward sailors. Hardy men struck blind by exquisite voices raised in songs more lovely than life itself; ultimately leading the sailors to their deaths.

Nagi blinked, once twice thrice, eyelashes met pale porcelain cheeks.

"Are you alright?"

Nagi reminded himself to breath and swallowed the watermelon lodged in his throat. "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Usually I'm not so careless." Omi replied apologetically. >.<

"Boku wa Nagi. Naoe Nagi." There was that voice again, feathery soft, warm, perfect. A beautiful alto that sent tingles up his spine. The setting seemed perfect, warm light danced on Omi's bright hair and his cheeks were touched with a bit of rouge, whether from the warmth or something else, Nagi had no clue. It invoked a similar reaction in Nagi, and he felt his face and neck burn up. He cursed his fair skin repeatedly, but thankfully, if Omi noticed, he gave no indication.

"Boku wa Omi, Tsukiyono Omi!"

"Ma~, you're the genki type eh?" Nagi chuckled, "I never would have guessed."

"Don't make fun of me! Mou! Your almost as bad as Youji!"

"Youji?" Nagi's breath quickened. `He knew a Youji once, but it couldn't possibly be him…'

"Hai, haii~," Omi nodded cheerfully, "he's one of my guardians, but truly, he acts more like a brother than anything else."

Nagi couldn't understand himself; he was getting his hopes up. "Listen, I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Omi's throat caught in his throat, `what am I…' "Yeah, tomorrow…" `…thinking? Nagi probably isn't even attracted to guys anyway! He had everything going for him! He's smart, handsome O___O, and brave. And what am I? >.< Just a poor orphan boy that everyone pities, but doesn't care enough about to talk to. Nagi's different, I have a strange feeling that he…'

Nagi grasped Omi's hand and placed a card gently inside. Large, luminous eyes widened further.

"What's this?" Omi asked a bit hoarsely.

"It's my cell phone number. If Orlando ever bothers you again, give me a call, alright?"

Omi's eyes dilated. Both coffee and donuts slipped from his nerveless hands. He eyed the number, then flung it away as if it burned him and abruptly tore himself out of Nagi's grasp. Unaware of Nagi's questioning gaze, Omi ran out of the coffee shop as though the hounds of hell were chasing him.

Nagi stared at the door that Omi just scrambled out of, unaware of the stares focused on him. Startled whispers threaded their way into Nagi's brain, but at this point, even a heard of stampeding elephants couldn't have startled him out of his puzzled revere. Brow wrinkled, Nagi bent down to pick up Omi's ruined coffee and slightly smashed donuts. Depositing the coffee in a nearby trash bin, Nagi reached into the bag and pulled out a powdered jelly confection. He smiled and took a bite, `Delicious. Just like Omi,' a part of his brain reminded him. Sugary and sweet on the outside, but its sweet exterior hid a secret interior that shocked the reader with its tartness.

`Omi Tsukiyono, who and what are you really?'

~*~

Panting and out of breath, Omi finally stopped running after he reached a dead end. He'd reached one too many of those in his life. His search for Shinji Omasaki was another one. He shivered, with Estet after their lives, Weiss had come perilously close to their deaths several times. Out of the blue, Shinji Omasaki contacted them. He claimed that he had betrayed Estet and that he was seeking their aid. Weiss was the only group of people who had ever survived Estet's pursuit…so far. Didn't he realize that that was because they were trained to be the same as Estet's assassins? Didn't he realize that he was only jumping out of the pan and into the open fire? Omasaki-san was on very shaky ground. With no way to tell for sure that he had told them the truth, Weiss could no trust him. Doubly so because of his relationship with Estet, but that in itself made it worth investigating for Weiss. If, IF what Omasaki-san said could be trusted, then perhaps Weiss should consider protecting him, but Omi was wary of Omasaki-san. Once a betrayer, always a betrayer. No, Omi shook his head, better to be careful and give him another chance than to forever condemn a person for their past misdeeds. Omi reached out a shaky hand and ran it through his hair. `Breath in, breath out…' Omi tried to stabilize himself, he had a mission, and he had to accomplish it.

~*~

<Nags, come back, your butt's needed. >

<What's with teens these days, tsk tsk. >

<Schu, don't say things like that, you sound like an elderly…not to mention senile man. >

< … >__< Why you…! >

<You've got to admit, you set yourself up for that one! >

<I'm not going to say this again! Drag your ass back RIGHT NOW or I'll send Farfie-chan after you! >

`When he put it that way…'

<Jeez! All right, I'll be right there! >

<Nagi, if you call yourself an assassin, you'd better start acting more like one. >

<@____@ Schu…I KNOW you did not just say that! >

<Actually, you're right, Bradley-chan ^____^ said that to me…but I think it's bullshit anyways>

<Ok, let me rephrase that, it was GOOD bullshit. >

~*~

(Whirr)

(Beep)

(Click…. Click…Click…)

A dim glow illuminated Omi's features.

"Omasaki…" Omi checked his various searches, 200 results. Most of them were out of Weiss' immediate area. Omi deleted those names from his list. Although Omasaki-san could be anywhere, the only plausible location he could be was right here, in Japan. That only left 2 choices. He clicked on the first one. No. The second one-negative. He decided to search for similar names. Omasa: search. Bingo. Omasa Suzuhara, Osaka, Japan.

Name: Omasa Suzuhara

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Birth: 10-11-1967

Place: Tokyo

Notes: Omasa Suzuhara, originally Omasaki Shinji was convicted of ties to the yakuza, but inquiries turned up no subsequent information. Charges were dropped.

`Omasa Suzuhara, could it be? Omasa-sensei?' Omi looked for further information, but no pictures, ties, or locations turned up. `Could it really be?'

`Omasaki-san must have left this for me to find. The digital trail is so clean it squeaks. This was done by a professional, no doubt about it.'

(Beep)

Another hacker located these files. Omi sent a tentative probing program and immediately retrieved it. He quickly ran a firewall program to keep his opponents virus trap out of his computer.

`Whoever this is, he's good.'

~*~

"Finally, there you are Nags. Do you know how long I waited for my sextuple espresso?" Schu eagerly held out his hands and received his piping hot cup of jo. Well, his supposedly piping hot cup of java. "Bishi? Why is this cold?"

Nagi snorted, "Ungrateful ass, you're the one who demanded my return, and you know what the only way to return home is…if you hadn't been so impatient, perhaps you would've been able to enjoy a good cup of coffee!"

"Fine." Schudich stated blandly, "The real reason I called you back was because I wanted you to try and find this Mr. Omasa."

Nagi started, "you mean you can't find him?"

Schuldich sighed in annoyance, "If I could have, then I would have by now. For some reason or another, I just can't seem to find him."

"Alright. Are you sure Crawford-san would want me to do it though?"

"Who cares? Get going Nags."

~*~

Red eyes glowed in the dim light cast by the monitor. Telekinetic caresses moved the clattering keys. Nagi hovered before the monitor in all his glory. Thrill coursed through him, he exercised his powers, and intense endorphins flooded his brain.

`Omasa…' On command, the computer searched furiously.

(Beep)

Found you Omasa Suzuhara.

Information flooded on the page:

Name: Omasa Suzuhara

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Birth: 10-11-1967

Place: Tokyo

Notes: Omasa Suzuhara, originally Omasaki Shinji was convicted of ties to the yakuza, but inquiries turned up no subsequent information. Charges were dropped.

(Ding)

A message box popped onto his screen and warned him of another user. A spider crawled towards him. `Zap,' he sent his first line of viruses towards it. Too late, the spider returned to its web.

Nagi quickly downloaded the information and erased all his traces off the web. Omasaki Shinji…! Why did that name sound so familiar? Whatever the problem, Crawford-san and Schu would take care of it.

(Whirr)

(Zooo)

Nagi took the hardcopy and crept towards Crawford-sans office.

(Bang)

(ziiiip)

`Eh? What's going on in there?'

"Oh, BRAD!"

`O_____O; That voice undoubtedly belonged to Schuldich, I think I'll just leave now."

Nagi kneeled down and hastedly placed the sheet of paper down onto the floor. His hand reached out and cautiously slid the piece of paper under the door.

That task done, Nagi ignored the loud moans coming out of Crawford-sans office and went to take the cold shower he had promised himself.

~*~

"Shuldich, stop that right now. And PULL YOUR pants back up! Need I remind you that this is my office we are in right now?"

The aforementioned man doubled over in laughter, silent tears coursing down his cheeks. "Oh that was just beautiful! You should have seen poor Nagi-chan's expression!" With his head down, Schuldich noticed the piece of paper Nagi had slid under the door. All traces of laughter were erased from his features.

"Brad, you'd better come and look at this. I think our targets been found."

~ `WHAT THE FUCK???' ~

~Tbc