Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Illusions of Pain ❯ Perchance Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

ILLUSIONS OF PAIN

Written by: SlvrTrinity and Death's Angel

ST: Yes! I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Weiss: (all groans)

DA: Oh, yeah! They sure look happy! (Rolls eyes)

ST: What'd mean! They love me! (ST glomps onto all of Weiss) They're mine! All mine!!!

Aya: (Glaring at SlvrTrinity) Get. Off. Now.

ST: (Looking up at Aya) Hey, be nice to me! According to the 'Weiss Love Chart' thing, I'd be perfect for you! (Big innocent eyes)

Aya: What?!

DA: Yeah right! Back off SlvrTrinity! He is mine, Bitch! (Grabs Aya's arm)

Aya: What?!?!

Yoji: Hey, you know you can share the love…..(he winks at the girls)

DA: (pukes) Hell no!

(Yoji looks hurt)

ST: Oh, Yoji…don't worry. I still love you! (She smiled at Yoji then turns to Death's Angel) Now be nice! (As she waves her finger) Or no Aya sex for you!

Aya: WHAT?!??!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!??!!!!?!?!?!?!!?

Rest of Weiss: O.O

DA: That is not fair! I decide when he has sex with me, damn it!

Aya: (tear drop)

Again Rest of Weiss: O.O

ST: (Sighing and shaking head) I've created a monster….

Omi: She's scary Trini'……(cowers behind ST)

ST: (Sigh) There, there Omi-kun (patting Omi on the head)…it's okay…

Aya: Help me…(As Death's Angel nuzzled up to him, grinning deviously)

Ken: (Whispering to Yoji) Glad its him and not me….

ST & DA: (Turning towards Ken with a gleam in their eyes) Oh, really???????

Ken: (Tear drop) Help…

DISCLAIMER: We don't own Weiss, if we did…Death's Angel would have Aya tied up in her closet and well…we won't go into what I would be doing…(smirk)…We're just borrowing the boys for our own sick and twisted pleasures…(Both SlvrTrinity and Death's Angel grins) So please don't sue us…. we're P.O.R poor! We can't even afford to buy that other 'O'!

Now on with the story…(grins)

This whole mission had been nothing but one major screw up from the moment Manx handed them the damned files! Kritiker had absolutely no information on the target, and had left it all up to Weiss to get the information they needed. That fact alone had annoyed Abyssinian to no end! They were assassin's damnit! Not some hired spies! It was Weiss' job to kill….not to be used as information gather's!

The three other members of the team had argued as much, but to no avail. As Manx put it so very long ago, "What? Can't do you're jobs unless we spoon feed you? Pretty boys?" And that had been the end of the conversation. The statement graded Aya's nerves, but he'd be damned if he let Manx know how much it irritated him.

Aya ran along the alleyway, clutching his katana in one hand and trying to stop the bleeding from his arm. That damned corporate bodyguard had managed to get a lucky shot in and nailed him in the shoulder as he tried to get away. Now he was being chased by that same bodyguard, and had been thus far unsuccessful in trying to loose him.

Rain poured down on him as he ran blindly through the alley, weak form blood loss and exhaustion. Missing his footing, he slid on a now forming puddle form the rain, and landed unceremoniously onto the ground, his katana scattering a few feet away from him.

Desperately he looked up, and cursed. He hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and now found himself in a dead end alley. Hearing footsteps behind him he looked over his shoulder and saw a shadow running toward him.

"Shit!" He cursed again and scrambled to his feet, lurching after his Katana. Trying to steady himself he unsheathed the blade and waited for his opponent to him to him. He may die, that had always been a possibility but he'd be damned if he'd die flat on him back without any weapons and without a fight!

Aya's vision wavered, and he shook his head slightly. :Stay focused damnit!: He scolded himself, as he saw the shadow coming closer……He saw the glint of the barrel of the gun form the moon light, his eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his blade…..ready for the final battle…….

Suddenly a side door flung open, and his assailant slammed right into it! The forced of the impact knocked the man out cold as he staggered back and fell to the ground.

Aya blinked. :What the hell…?!?: It was…stupid…anticlimactic and almost….laughable! It looked like something he would have seen out of an old cartoon or a bad 'B' rated comedy. But nonetheless….there was his pursuer…lying in a puddle with the rain pouring down on him…knocked out cold!

His heart pounding as he suddenly looked over and a young woman, with long reddish-brown hair woven into a braid that trailed down to the middle of her back and ended at about mid thigh was standing in the door way, blinking in surprise.

"What the hell?!" She said voicing Aya's unspoken thoughts, as she looked over and her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. A young man with crimson red hair and dangerous violet eyes glared at her with an unsheathed katana.

"Oh…shit!" She gulped.

Aya acted instantly. He moved onto the young woman, clasping on hand over her mouth as she shoved her back inside the door slamming it shut behind them. Deep Royal blue eyes blinked up at him in confusion and a little fear. She struggled a bit against him trying to get away when he place the blade of his Katana under her throat.

"Be quiet!" He barked, glaring into her eyes as he panted trying desperately to keep his mind from fuzzing in and out.

The young woman stilled, then her eyes darkened in anger, much to Aya's surprise. She pulled her mouth away form his hand and snarled. "This is my favorite shirt, asshole!" She hissed. Was that a bit of fear in her voice? "Get any blood on it and I'll kick your ass!"

Aya blinked, and stared in surprise and shock. He could kill this woman, silt her throat in an instant…and she was worried about some stupid shirt?!

Their eyes lock for a moment, as an unspoken battle of wills commenced, each of their fighting for superiority when finally the girl broke the silence. "So you going to kill me or not?!" She demanded hotly, "Because if you are, I'd appreciate it if you hurried up. I have to go to the bathroom!"

Aya couldn't do more than stare :What the fuck?!: This girl was too much, and he was too weak. Angrily he pushed her away from him as he staggered back a bit. "I'm not going to kill you." He growled lowly.

The young woman stepped back, her hand absently rubbing her throat where the dangerous blade had been pressed mere moments ago. She looked at the young man before her he was hunched over, drenched, and shivering. Then suddenly she noted some discoloration upon the sleeve of his heavy jacket, her eyes softened a bit. Who ever this maniac was….he was injured, and probably badly too form the amount of blood she saw trickling down the sleeve his the dark trench coat he wore.

"You're hurt." She said softly as she nodded to his arm.

"It's nothing." He said as he clutched his left hand over his wound, trying to stop the bleed again and the ache that was now growing.

The girl frowned, "You're dripping blood all over my floor and you call that nothing?" She folded her arms across her chest.

Aya glared t her, "It's not any of your concern!" He snapped.

"When you're bleeding on my floor it is!" She replied hotly, then her voice softened slightly. "Why not let me take a look at it?" She suggested, trying to cool her hysterical temper before it got her killed.

Aya's sword snapped up as he glared at her, "I don't need any help!" He snarled, then his vision began to waver, as his world spun out of control…the light seemed to disappear form his eyes and he felt himself falling as the darkness took him…. and he knew no more.

The young woman look to where the man had fallen, his katana scattered to the floor and came to rest just before her feet as she placed her hands on her hips, "Don't need any help huh?" She said with a sigh as she walked over to him and knelt next to him, her expression softening as she gently brushed some hair from his face…noticing at how handsome he looked when he wasn't scowling. She smiled a little, "Dumb ass." She said with a bit of mirth.

Omi stared out the window of the Kitty in the House Flower Shop, his big blue eyes haunted with worry and concern. "He's late." Omi said in hushed tones as the rain-pelted against the glass windows.

"So?" Yoji asked as he stretched sensuously and went back to nursing his warm coffee. "Aya's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

"Yes but…." Omi turned around, "That last mission…. everything went so wrong, and the last anyone saw of him he had three corporate guys chasing him!" Omi hugged on shoulder, "What if something happened?!"

Yoji laughed, "Just three? Pish!" He said as he waved his hand, "Aya will have no trouble taking care of some hired gun!" He said as he blew on his coffee, "He'll probably be coming home any minute…."

"You've been saying that for the past two hours, Yoji." Ken said as Yoji looked up at him, Ken blue eyes also laced with worry.

Despite his bravado, Yoji was worried to. It wasn't like Aya to completely disappear, when missions had gone sour in the past he at least let one of the others know where and how he was…but worrying right now would just feed Ken and Omi's concern and make them want to go out and look for Aya. Much as Yoji felt the same…it was too soon….

"Man…" He sighed as he pushed his sunglasses back up onto the arch of his nose, "You two are worse than mother hen's!" Yoji shook his head, "Maybe Aya is hiding in a nice little café or something…waiting for the heat to die down before he comes draggin' his wet ass back home." Then a flash of mischief cross his eyes, "Any maybe there was a cute girl at that café…." He grinned lecherously.

Ken and Omi simply gave Yoji "The Look". Yoji sighed, "Yea. I'm sure you're right…this is Aya we're talking about after all." He chuckled, "Mr. A-Sexual, and has a ten foot icicle shoved up his…"

Suddenly Omi's communicator started beeping, immediately Yoji fell quite as Omi snatched the little black box from his pocket, and flipped open the top. "Hello?!" He called desperately as Ken walked right next to him, his eyes anxious. "Abyssinian!?!"

"Not quite." A light female voice replied as shock crossed all three faces, then Omi whispered.

"Who…who is this?" He felt his heart sink, and his blood growing cold. If someone had Aya's communicator…

"If Abyssinian is a tall red-head with a very uppity disposition and a katana, then I guess I'm an acquaintance…" All of them simply stared as the communicator is disbelief…but all of them could almost see a young woman smiling. "I found this communicator in his jacket pocket and figured he might have partners who were worried about him." She continued, "He's been hurt." She said as her voice turned serious, "I just wanted to let you know that he's being treated and should be returning to you in about a day or two."

"Wait! What?!" Omi cried out, "How badly is he hurt?! Who are you?!"

"He's lost a lot of blood, that's all I can tell you for now." Then her voice turned soft. "Don't worry, I give you my word that he will be returned to you unharmed."

"Wait!" Omi cried out…then the communicator went dead and all they heard was static. All three of them simply stared at the communicator for a moment when Yoji mused.

"Aya's with a girl?!" He whispered in disbelief, and a smirk "Who'd have thought…"