Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Nighteyes ❯ How Does Omi Know ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4
Warnings : Characters in story begin to argue with the Author about whom they will and won't be paired with...
Note : // telepathy

"Where the hell did this come from..." Omi muttered to himself, staring at the computer screen.

"Where did what come from?" Aya demanded, looking up from the finance sheets for the flower shop.

"This. It wasn't here the first time I checked this server. It had to have been uploaded in the last twelve hours." Omi picked up a notebook and started jotting things down. "It's coded, but the translation sheets are here, too.

"They must be transferring the data to another lab." Aya wandered over, reading over Omi's shoulder. "You understand this?"

"It's a very simple code." Omi's eyes widened and he handed the notepad to Aya. "It's about Project Nighteyes. Serum 2.71 and Subject 27."

"It's about Ken?" Aya studied the bit that was translated quickly. "How long before you can give us a full translation?"

"I'm supposed to work in the sop, so tomorrow mourning at the earliest, if I skip school."

"I'll take you shift. Just work on that." Aya flipped the ledger closed and picked up his apron. "As soon as you know what that's all about, we'll close up and see if we can't pull a mission together."

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Bradley Crawford blinked as he looked up from his paper.

"Vision?" Ken questioned. What was a subtle flash in everyone else's eyes was an extremely brilliant one in his.

"Yes." He nodded, then returned his eyes to the paper.

"Does he do this offend?"

"Do what?" Nagi tapped the save button on his computer before turning face Ken.

"Have a vision and not tell what it was about?" Ken gave Bradley a dirty look.

"All the time." Nagi resumed work on his essay. "Be he has as many useless visions as he does the useful kind."

Ken looked at Schwartz's fearless leader critically. "That's got to be annoying."

"You're supposed to meet Schuldig in the yard. He says that he's going to teach you to shield today." He choose to completely ignore the conversation that Nagi and Ken were having about him. "Hurry up, he's got a short attention span."

"I'm going, I'm going."

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"Check this out," Omi passes his notepad to Aya as the two other Weiss members wandered down the steps. Two of the three still wore aprons, and Youji was looking Frazzled. "This file proves it. This is Ken. It even mentions the correct scars and his tattoo."

"Ken has a Tattoo?" Aya blinked, he hadn't known that.

"It's a little thing. Kanji for Soccer. Kinda low on his leg right below the joint of his hip." Omi pulled the notepad back from Aya. "But there's one Weird thing here."

"Omi," Youji interrupted. "How do you know Ken has a Tattoo THERE?"

"I... Ah..." Omi laughed, blushing badly. "Ken and I,... Um... We..."

"It's not his business, You don't have to bother telling him." Then Aya did the unthinkable and smirked. "Anyways, I have the feeling that it's strictly yours and Ken's business."

"Come on, Aya, I think I wanna hear this!"

"Back to the document, Omi." Aya prompted. "What did the translation say?"

"Well, I was saying that there was something Weird... The Weird thing was that Estet did integrating subject 27, Ken, into one of there teams." Omi flipped to the third or forth page of his hand written translation. "Here it is : Subject 27 will be integrated into the black Group."

"Black Group?" Youji parroted. "That can't mean..."

"Schwartz." Aya snarled. "We're going to have to rescue him as quickly as possible."

"Then lets get to work on a plan."

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"Goddamn you Schuu, Would you stop doing that?" Ken was on his knees, holding his temples.

"Then get the shield right." Schuldig took a drag off his Cigarette. "I cant help you set a shield unless you throw the shield up first."

"Do you have to keep poking at my brain when I get it wrong?" Ken dragged himself back to his feet. "You're the one who wants the Shield, Mister Telepath."

"Just try it again." Schuldig dropped the Cigarette and stomped it out. "Clear your mind, and then focus on a wall. One all the way around your mind. Separating it from the rest of the world." The German's voice trailed off when he felt Ken begin to build the mental wall. Silently he encouraged Ken, wanting to have this over with.

//Good, now hold it!// Schuldig dove in quickly with his mind, reinforcing the walls Ken had created, pinning them down and making them almost permanent. //There.//

"That's it?"

"For now." Schuldig nodded. "I'll have to teach you to broadcast and block yet. But at least you won't be mentally polluting the whole house anymore." He turned, lighting up another cigarette before sprawling out on the steps. Ken picked his way around him and towards the door.

"Hey Schuu," Ken paused in the open doorway.

"what Kitty?"

"Thanks." He started to turn, them paused again. "And don't call me 'Kitty'."

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