Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Like Winter In July ❯ Meetings ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Not mine, nope never will be! *sniffles*

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" Anything in this " is spoken

' Anything in this ' is thoughts

(( And this )) is Schu speaking mind to mind

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Isa: The rumors of my demise were untrue! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Schu: There were not rumors of your demise

Isa: ...oh *sweat drops* Well then enjoy the chapter and please review if you will. =^_____^=

-DILEMMAS-

There was only silence, accompanied by the rain that fell from the sky as it hit the glass panes of the window. Every few moments the wind would blow, causing the drops to hit the glass slightly harder; then calm down once again. Inside the home the silence reigned, all the occupants fast asleep…all but one. He didn't know why he was still awake, sitting there in that chair, watching over the brunette who was still deep in sleep. Perhaps it had been that American, the way he had said he could trust Ran with the younger man's life. For some reason those words had held truth to them, he believed him and wanted to protect the sleeping man.

`Odd, how I feel I know him. I think that Callan may believe I am crazy, refusing to sleep because of a man I just met.' The German hadn't been pleased when Ran had refused to leave Ken's room. Of course Ran being who he was, he didn't volunteer any information either. `I suppose I am lucky that Callan won't read my mind without my permission, he may not like what he finds.' All the crimson man could think about was the feeling he got from the tanned assassin that lie in the bed before him. How everything had seemed clear when he had been pulled into his mind, into that dream. Instincts had kicked in and all he could think about was protecting the brunette with, what little power he possessed.

Now, the feeling was gone and all he felt was an emptiness that he was all too familiar with. It was a loneliness that had consumed him over and over, never giving him rest. Though people found him cold, the silent redhead wanted nothing more than to be able to touch a person without the confusion of emotions. He had learned at a young age; that the physical side to what made people human was far from him, he couldn't have that kind of comfort. When touched, the emotions from that person would flow though him like the ocean coming to tide. He couldn't stop them, usually ending in him striking out at the mind that threatened to consume him.

There had only been one person he had ever met that didn't have that effect upon him, Callan. The telepath was too well shielded to let even the tiniest hint of his thoughts show though. Ran supposed that was one reason they had stayed together, when close to the German his mind calmed and thing seemed clearer. After that meeting, he had never met anyone else that could defer his emotional pain like the fire-haired assassin. Then the dreams had started; the fire and ice that wrapped around one another, much like lovers in a long forgotten dance. And unlike before, with those dreams came a comfort and solace he had never felt before. He craved more, finding his waking hours diminishing as the dreams came faster and more often.

`Callan had worried, he feared for my sanity.' Violet eyes glanced around the room, still bare of the items that would soon coverer their walls. The brunettes cases where piled in one corner, the others bringing them up hours before. He hadn't helped; something had kept pulling at his mind…at his emotions that made him stay in that chair beside the sleeping male. `Ties that bind often hold one tightly to their fate, is that what you are…Ken?' A cry of pain pulled him from that oddly formed thought, looking at the brunette. Pain crossed the sleeping features for a moment as a soft cry left his lips. Ran found himself leaning down beside the bed, one trembling hand hovering right above the man's forehead.

He wanted to reach out, to take the emotions that pained his new teammate and help them pass. But the pale man also feared it, feared pulling those emotions into himself and loosing himself into the sea of noise that wasn't his own. It was that, his fear that made him a bad Empath and he had never found a way to overcome his trepidations. That was…until now. As before, he knew there was something about the man that was different from others. One pale hand lowered to rest on the damp skin of the Dream Seer as violet eyes fell closed.

The pain, fear and anxiety he had prepared himself for never came; though he could feel the brunette relax below his touch. Instead of pain, he felt a gentle calm dragging him down deeper into a darkness he had never felt before. Here everything was clear, calm and unrushed. Here, Ran could finally separate himself from the hurricane of emotions that swirled around him in a never-ending cycle. When the darkness settled, the redhead felt something he had never known, and never thought he would know. Ran felt relaxed, all was clear and pure…and for that brief moment, he knew peace.

`I want this, I want to keep this feeling…' He thought, sending these rushing of emotions into the darkness hoping it would understand. `Let me have this for all time…'

`Then give yourself to me.'

Amethyst orbs flew open as Ran pulled his hand away from the tanned flesh. He looked upon the man, meeting the dark eyes of his solitary companion. Ken lay there, his breathing slightly off looking up at the redhead leaning above him. The confusion in the darkness of his eyes was plain, thought he did not voice the question that lingered there. Ran was glad that it remained unasked; he already knew he didn't have an answer to the question.

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-GOOD MORNING-

Callan opened the door, walking out into the hallway of his new home. Pausing for a moment to stretch, he made his was down to the next room and opened the door slightly. Relief flowed over him as he saw his long time friend fast asleep in his bed, the covers pulled around his neck. For a moment he leaned against the doorframe, blue eyes resting on the crimson haired Empath watching as his chest rose and fell. The German had always worried about Ran; from the first moment he had met the man there had been something between them. A pulling that told him they were both the same, he wanted to protect the man he now saw as his only family.

It took him a moment before he realized he, in turn, was being watched. "Hey Princess." Ran sighed, scrutinizing him a moment longer before pulling the covers up over his head. "What time did you finally get to bed last night?"

"…" Pulling the blankets down, deep purple orbs fell on the clock as the redhead breathed out. "About two hours ago…I think I might have helped Ken a little last night."

"You did, did you?" There was silence for a moment then Callan pushed away from the wall. "Well get some more sleep, I'll see you when you've decided to wake up." A grunt was the only answer he received from the figure in the bed as he grinned, closing the door and made his way downstairs.

"…store will open up in a few weeks. Kritiker is getting all the supplies that we will need." Nagi nodded, as the blond continued to talk. "Our informant should be over sometime this afternoon."

"What time?" The three assassins in the kitchen looked up as the German made his way in, taking a seat beside Yohji.

"Time?" Omi asked, setting down a plate on the table.

Callan nodded. "Yeah, what time will the informant be coming over?"

Omi smiled, sitting down at the table as well. "Oh, I'm not sure but Kritiker said it would be today. If everyone can just hang out here that would be great." The others nodded, helping themselves to the food that the blond had laid out on the table. "I'm sure you all have more unpacking to do anyway."

"What about the other two?" Yohji asked, looking over at Callan. "What about your friend?"

"Ran is fine, just tired."

Nagi breathed out, glancing over at Omi before looking back down at his plate. "I checked in on Ken, he was still asleep and I didn't want to wake him up."

Green eyes looked from Omi to Nagi and back again, shrugging. "If he's not up by the time the informant comes over, one of us should really wake him up." They all nodded, agreeing with the eldest assassin as the continued to eat breakfast.

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-THE FIRST RESOLUTION-

Tired violet eyes opened, glancing around the unfamiliar room. `Tokyo, I'm here with Callan because Kritiker informed us of a new team forming.' It was odd to be here, though his friend had been on a team before, Ran had not. He still couldn't figure out why they had wanted him on this team, even his files said he wasn't the best Empath that Kritiker had. `Then again, just looking at the other members…you can tell this is a mixed bag of people. What made them form a team like this?' He knew he wasn't the most logical choice, though he couldn't speak for the others. `I suppose we will see what comes from this, it's better than being home.'

Pulling himself out of the warmth of his bed, Ran stood up walking over to his closet. Pulling on a pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt, he walked out of his room to go downstairs. Pausing he looked to his left, seeing that the brunette's door was still closed. After Ken had woken up, Ran had apologized and fled the room. He couldn't get over the look in the dark eyes as he gazed up at him. The crimson haired assassin had wanted to explain, tell him why he had been leaning over Ken. Nothing had come out of his mouth, in a way he was glad…it was better to let it be. A pale hand rose, rapping lightly on the wood door, after a moment it opened.

"Can I help you?"

Ran was speechless, the brunette looked tired and pale. "Are you ok?"

Ken flinched at the question, eyes narrowing a moment later. He knew he had trust issues, the only person he had ever really opened up to had been Brad. Even that evolution had taken awhile, but the American had been kind and patient with him. The brunette noticed that the man was still looking at him, one crimson brow arched in concern. Shaking his head, tanned skin blushed slightly as he looked down. "I'm fine, thanks…"

"Are you coming down stairs?" Dark eyes looked back up meeting his. "There is food downstairs…well I hope there is." Nodding, Ken began to shut his door when a hand on the opposite side stopped it. "I'm sorry about last night, I'm an Empath and you looked like you were in pain. I thought maybe I could help you and then you woke up and…" Running a pale hand though his hair, Ran shrugged. "I'm just sorry."

The smaller man couldn't help but smile slightly. "Nothing to apologize about, Ran…it is Ran?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Ran." Ken smiled once again, closing his door.

The redhead just stood there for a moment longer, staring at the door blankly. It was odd, the feeling that were running through him. Most of them he didn't even recognize, they were all like whispers in his mind that would never silence. `But it better than touching someone, then it's like screaming.' Seeing that the door wasn't going to reopen, he decided to make his way downstairs. `I may not like being touched, I may hate human contact. But these people are my teammates, we have to get along…I suppose. But Ken, he's different. There is something about him that pulls me to him, unfortunately he seems very much like me. Shut off from the world, not needing nor wanting companionship. What is it about you Ken?' It was then that he made up his mind, Ken wasn't like others and he wanted to know this man better.

"Good morning Princess!"

Growling, deep purple eyes met the light blue of the German's. "Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

"Always!" He smirked, the smirk turning into a grin a moment later. "Oh come on sweetie, cheer up!"

Ran sighed, shaking his head at the man's antics. "I am fine Callan, though my mood could change drastically if you keep annoying me." Once again the German grinned as Yohji laughed at the fired-haired foreigner. `Oh yeah, those two are going to get along wonderfully.'

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-THE CHILD-LIKE LEADER-

Ken slowly made his way down the stairs, not in a rush to reach any destination at the moment. He figured the others would be wondering, though he doubted they would be worried. `Except for the redhead, would Ran worry about me? No, I suppose he wouldn't be…I don't see why, we only just met.' A thumping that only grew louder pulled him out of that though as he saw a young blond coming up the steps towards him.

"There you are!" Bright blue eyes narrowed slightly as the young assassin smiled up at him. "Hanae just called, she is on her way over! She didn't say so but I think she is the one bringing our informant over to meet the team." Ken simply nodded upon hearing this. "I was coming up to see if you were awake, though here you are."

Ken didn't say anything for a moment, looking at the blond blankly. An instant later he shook his head, dark locks falling sporadically giving the tanned assassin a mussed look. "Here I am." He echoed, a slight smile crossing his lips because of the energetic boy. "I'm sorry I don't know your name?"

"Omi!"

"Omi?" The blond grinning. "You are the one in charge of this group?"

"That would be me!" He answered, starting down the stairs. Ken followed behind him, intrigued with this young leader. "Hanae says I'm a genius, I have been with Kritiker since I was born. Persia agreed to letting me establish my own team, told me to chose who I wanted in it." There was a pause as he took a breath. "All of you are the final result of what I wanted."

Dark eyes fell slightly as Ken thought over everything the blond had said. "You saw my file." Omi paused in mid step, turning to meet the man's eyes with his own sapphire orbs. Nodding slightly, he saw Ken breath out. "Then you know I'm not…"

"You were what I wanted." He responded before Ken could say anymore beyond those few words. "Yes, I saw your file and what it said. Hot-tempered, unstable, emotional wreck? But your gift is underestimated, I also saw Brad Crawford's reports on you, your accuracy? You see thing that most people only dream of and never remember…literally."

The brunette frowned, leaning back against the wall. "Its erratic, and that is when I see anything at all. Yes, it comes to me and I see. But the question should be, not what I see, but what I don't. It isn't always the future Omi, sometimes it's the present or the past. Sometimes I don't even know what it is, but it's all here." He whispered, one tanned finger tapping against his forehead. "I never forget anything that I have seen. It's like a movie that plays over and over in my head, never letting me rest. Every time a new dream comes, another part of me is taken away."

"I don't understand."

Sighing, the man simply shrugged. "We are made up of our identity, but what happens when you can't pick out you're identity from the thousands of images."

Blue eyes fell to the staircase, thinking that over. "But think of all the good you can accomplish with your gift!"

A bitter laugh escaped his lips at those words. "You know Omi, I used to be happy? I thought this gift was some…awesome power. Then I saw my team sent to their deaths, slaughtered before my eyes." Omi just stood there, silently listening to the man. "When I woke up, I wanted to stop them…but before Kritiker could get to them it had already happened." Tanned arms wrapped around his waist, hugging himself. "If that is what this gift causes? Letting me see what will happen, but not being able to stop it? Then I don't want this gift…I don't know if I should even be here with you."

A singular hand rested on his arm, causing him to look up at the young blond. "Believe me," He whispered, his eyes reflecting a wisdom far beyond his age. "You do belong here with us." For that one brief moment everything seemed clear to Ken. Though he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but believe the young man before him.

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Isa: Well

Ran: Hmmm...

Ken: I actually sound smart in this!

Isa: =^___^=

Ran: You are smart Koi!

Schu: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yohji: *bops*

Schu: @___@

Isa: ... please review.