Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ Echo of Angels ( Chapter 1 )

Karma Police: Chapter 1: Echo of Angels

::Youji's POV::

When I woke up in the hospital roses were next to my bed; fresh red ones, and I picked them up, fingers softly brushing the petals. That's when she came in; a nurse, whose nametag read Asuka.

The name struck a resounding chord in my soul, and at a time when I remembered nothing, that chord was all I had to go on. Trying to remember more simply made my head hurt. But the red roses were fascinating, such a beautiful color of crimson, and my fingers danced around the thorns with practiced ease. Wait a minute…practiced?

I returned my glance back to the nurse, and it struck me that she was pretty; not exceedingly beautiful, but pretty all the same, and I shot her a smile that felt just as practiced as my fingers missing the thorns.

"Who are the flowers from?" I had asked.

"Me," she said, with a nervous smile. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. May I call you Asuka?"

By the end of the month, it occurred to me that I knew two things about my previous life. I'd handled a lot of roses. And I'd also handled a lot of women.

When I was healthy enough to be released from the hospital she insisted I pick a new name; and I chose the one that first came to mind. "Ran." I had told her, watching pretty eyes widen in surprise.

"Ran?" she repeated.

"Yeah. Do you not like it?" I had asked her.

"No. It's fine." She reassured me; and I smiled.

And that's the story of how Ran married Asuka.

The doctors warned me that I might experience flashbacks and headache; if I ever got rid of this damned amnesia; and the dreams began about a month into our marriage. I know what they meant about flashbacks; but I can't say anything for the headache. For these were all pleasant; slender, pale hands caressing my skin; a pair of lips that faded from irritated to amused before I got to kiss them; waking up in the morning next to a lean-bodied swordsman… wait a minute. Sword? MAN?! What the hell!?

But the dreams didn't go away. If anything, they got more intense; and at one point I saw the eyes; stunning amethysts, purple, so orchid-like. I woke up at that point with his name on my lips.

"Ran."

But that begs the question: If he's Ran, who am I?

::Ran's POV::

I used to think that someday Youji and I would get out of this buisness, and live somewhere in the countryside with Aya-chan; that's the mistake I made when I fell in love with him: believing in a happily-ever-after. Kritiker was unwilling to tell me where he was; but years of being an assassin had left me with some ties, at least; and I discovered he'd been hospitalized. I was afraid to go by the hospital; afraid to see him in a coma like Aya had been in for so many years. Looking back, it was quite selfish of me; because I showed up too late.

Kudoh, Youji. Amnesia.

I think that's worse than Aya; when she woke up, she knew me. He never will. I'm not foolish enough to have hope. But I went to go visit anyway, sitting next to his bed while he slept, saying quiet good-byes. He told me once that he wanted to forget, and I wasn't going to be selfish enough to take this opportunity for freedom away from him. A nurse came in, rather plain looking; and I glanced up at her name: Asuka.

"Sir? Do you know this man?" She asked.

I didn't want to answer her question. Yeah. I knew Youji. As much as you can know a person; and more. So I silently stood and walked past her, and out the door.

"Sir? Sir!" She asked, obnoxiously, catching up to me and grabbing my arm. "What's your name?"

"Ran."

I sigh, shaking off the memory. Something about that woman made me uneasy, with her overbearing attitude and obnoxious curiosity. I should have stayed; but I don't think I could bear to have Youji open green eyes and not have them flash with the warmth of recognition I used to see on the mornings when we woke up together. Yes, friends, you heard it here first: Fujimiya Ran is a coward.

"He's also a coward who has a mission tonight, so he should get over it in a hurry."

My new boss; who's alias is Calico. I wish they'd lose it with the cat names. I change the locks to the door on the apartment every week and she still manages to come in unannounced.

"Fuck off, Cal."

"Chatty as always, I see." Says the woman pleasantly, handing me a folder, and not waiting for a reply. She won't get one and she knows it. "This week's target is retreival; your job is to rescue Shiro Ran."

Youji's picture falls out of my folder and from the floor emerald green eyes stare up at me. It's recent; his hair is longer, as all of it fits into a ponytail now, but it's still my Youji, with that damned smirk, golden skin and playful green eyes. The irony hits me a moment later; he probably chose his name; and what'd he come up with? Shiro, white, Weiss. And Ran. Me. I find a sort of sick comfort in the idea that the past is inescapable. But he looks happy in this picture.

"And what if I refuse the mission?" I ask after a moment. If Youji is happy now then who am I to take that away?

"Then he will die."

I turn suddenly, staring at Calico, eyes narrowed angrily.

"But not by Kritiker's hands." She reassured me with a smile; although I still felt ready to whip out my katana and shi-ne her right into a resting place beside Takatori. She took the folder and opened it to another picture; the picture of Youj-Ran's wife, Asuka.

"Shiro Asuka; better known as Yuki Midori, is an agent for a rival association called Kreiger; who does experimentation with drugs on patients at local hospitals. Her job is essentially to keep him from remembering Weiss; it'd be hazardous for them if he found out she was distributing illegal materials, and as long as he feels protectiveness towards her; she's even safer. And it's been this way for several months; but our informants say that Midori's reported that he shows signs of memory recovery. Dreams, mainly, that she observes in the middle of the night; or the way that he pauses in front of places while they're out in Tokyo. Our informant think she does care for him; Abyssinian. She seems especially unnerved when he buys orchids. If you can retrieve Balinese, it's possible he could recover his memory; and then, with two of our best assassins back, we could move on Kreiger."

"Why do I get the impression there's an ulterior motive here?" I asked; although I really had no choice; if Youji's life was in danger, I was going to accept the mission whether he was happy in his fake marriage or not.

"Because there is." Said Calico with a sweet smile. "Kritiker doesn't like having its assets stolen by the other kids on the playground."

"You'll excuse me if I don't escort you to the door and wish you a good evening." I said simply; and Calico helped herself out, heels clicking on the wood floor.

I don't get much sleep that night as it occurs to me that tomorrow is probably going to be the first time I see those emerald eyes open, alive, in months. And it's going to take every ounce of control I have not to knock Youji to the ground; call him a bastard for forgetting and leaving me alone in this miserable existence, before kissing him senseless.

Yeah, that's right. Kissing. Him. Senseless. You can't be in a relationship with Youji for long without having him start to rub off on you. Even if it is in the wrong way sometimes.

::Youji's POV::

Asuka and I celebrate our six month anniversary today; and I leave early from my job as a construction worker to make sure to get home in time for the two of us to celebrate; you see, she's promised me a gift that, judging by the tone of her voice, is pretty special, and Shiro Ran doesn't turn down kinky sex. Still, despite the rewards promised by the evening I find my mind wandering to my dreams; they've gotten more vivid - last night's was particularly bad; featuring myself and the beautiful redhead whose name I know, instinctively, to be Ran, in something that would probably make porno stars blush. Like I said, Shiro Ran doesn't turn down kinky sex. I can't help but play some of it back in my mind; and it occurs to me that this mysterious redhead from my dreams is far more beautiful than my wife and a whole lot more talented…and then I berate myself from thinking such things. This redhead is from a life that I've forgotten and can't remember; Asuka is the now, the present; and I love her.

With that thought firmly implanted in my mind I enter our house. We eat together; she's made a nice meal, and I'm sure to compliment it and the dress she wears, routine nothings that feel practiced. Like I've said them to other women before. Many, many other women. Something tells me I never said things like that to Ran; but that's because along with the mystery of this dream man comes an aura of danger, the feeling that he'd kill me for such sweet nothings, especially if he knew I didn't really mean them. Asuka, however, doesn't seem to notice, in fact, she is pleased.

After dinner we skip straight to dessert; and I don't mean the dessert that you eat with forks, heading off to the bedroom like giddy teenagers fumbling through ecstasy. We tumble to the bed and I prop myself up on my hands above her; she is, after all, fairly slender - and I can't help but think how this is definitely different than leaning against a smooth, hard, pale chest. No, dammit, this is my wife, and by god, I'm in love with her. I lean over to capture her lips with my own and she breaks it off quickly; faster than usual, with a giggle.

"Not so fast, Ran…I still have to give you your present."

She rolls me over with strength I didn't know she possessed; but then again, she is a nurse. So maybe she's gotten used to it with patients or something, straddling my hips and stripping me of my shirt before going to work on my pants. Ran is forgotten momentarily; after all, I'm about to get laid and have other things on my mind - particularly, the bulge in my boxers. It looks like Asuka's going to take care of that though; in a few moments my boxers are gone and much to my surprise, her mouth surrounds my shaft.

"Asuka.."

I murmur; but she winks up at me, and then that talented tongue goes to work. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling, but behind my eyelids dances a similar situation; a quirk of thin, pale lips before my redhead goes down; and although my fingers are really running through Asuka's hair, I'm thinking of soft crimson strands that smell like lavender and feel like silk.

Her mouth is smaller than his; he could take me to the hilt. And he knew exactly what to do; this is her first time, I can tell by the way she's sort of fumbling around, it's guesswork. But who am I to complain? Anyway, my body has a mind of its own and soon I find my hips bucking slightly to meet her mouth, and I open my eyes to meet her own in the darkness. She's smirking; she thinks she's doing a good job. In the dim moonlight, though, she seems pale; it casts a violet shade to her eyes, and the traitorous word escapes my throat unintended; I couldn't help it; on the edge of an orgasm it seemed so natural to tumble out of my lips.

"…Ran…"

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