Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Oasis Mirror ❯ Prologue: A Message From Persia ( Prologue )

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Oasis Mirror -- Prologue

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Youji stumbled in through the back of the flower shop (late, as usual), while trying to simultaneously tie his blonde hair back and light a cigarette. An obliviously busy Omi got in his way and both hair tie and cigarette went flying, landing in a flowerpot and Ken's hair, respectively.

"Oi!"

"Watch out!"

"Hey!"

Ken shot the oldest member of Weiss an annoyed look as he plucked the cigarette out of his hair and threw it at him. It bounced off Youji's arm and fell to the floor of the shop because Youji was too busy glaring at Omi to catch it. Omi was digging in the flowerpot for the hair tie and trying to avoid looking at the taller man.

Youji opened his mouth to yell but yawned instead. He decided it was too damned early to be angry and stretched before leaning over Omi's shoulder to pluck the hair tie out of his hand. A strand of his dark blonde hair tickled Omi's cheek and the younger boy brushed it away.

"Be more careful next time, bi-shou-NEN!" Youji whispered in Omi's ear before bending over swiftly to grab the abandoned cigarette and head for the coffeepot. Omi blushed and ducked his head. He HATED it when Youji teased him like that. Ken laughed at Omi's red face and went back to the flower arrangement on which he had been working.

Aya continued to wipe down the front window and ignored them all with a disapproving silence that was all too familiar.

It was a regular morning at the Koneko.

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"Hai-hai," Youji hung up the phone and tossed a pad of paper at Ken. "Delivery."

Ken caught the pad easily and ripped off the top sheet to look at the order. "Why do I have to do it? It's your turn."

Youji yawned again and lit another cigarette as he propped his feet up on the counter. "I had a late night. You look all rested, so you get to do it."

The brown-haired assassin opened his mouth to complain and then shut it again without saying anything. When Youji was in a mood like this there wasn't anything anybody could do, except for maybe Aya, and Aya was behind the counter reading a magazine, still stoically ignoring everybody. Ken sighed and went to the cooler to get a bouquet of red roses out.

"Ja, Ken-kun!" Omi called to him as he left through the front door. Ken waved half-heartedly and got into the little delivery cart. The address he had to deliver to wasn't very far away, so the whole thing wouldn't take very long. Ken decided to give Youji a piece of his mind when he got back, just to make himself feel better.

He guided the florist cart through the crowds, the morning sun making the varied colors of the city sparkle. "Maybe I'll go to the park this afternoon and play some soccer," he mused to himself, stopping at a red light and smiling at the thought. "Youji can take care of the shop this afternoon, for once."

The bouquet of flowers started to slip and Ken reached out one hand to steady them, ducking his head down as he settled them more firmly into the carryall. As he straightened up a flash of red caught his eye and he turned to look. A girl with long bluish hair, hair that was streaked with silver, was speeding by on a motorcycle in the opposite direction. She passed by close enough for Ken to see the flash of brilliantly blue eyes. A tendril of the silver-tinged hair whipped into her face and she brushed it back impatiently, guiding the bike with one hand as she did so.

The light turned green but Ken failed to start the delivery cart right away. The people behind began honking and finally he let up the clutch and drove on to the delivery address, but his mind wasn't on the delivery anymore. It was on the distinctive woman he'd just seen.

"That looked like Hitomi," he said aloud to himself. "But. she's been gone for years. They never found her." He looked over his shoulder, putting several pedestrians at risk, but the girl was gone. Ken shook his head, telling himself he was seeing things, but he couldn't get her out of his mind. He finished the delivery and then drove around aimlessly for a while, trying to convince himself that he was being crazy.

It didn't work. He was convinced that the woman he'd seen was Hitomi. With a heart full of trepidation and confusion he turned the cart around and headed back to the Koneko.

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"Oi, Ken, where've you been?!" was Youji's greeting. Ken waved a hand in a dismissive manner and muttered something about traffic as he dropped the delivery slip into the "Done" pile and sat behind the counter. His head ached and he rubbed his temples, trying to rid his mind of thoughts of Hitomi.

Youji looked at him speculatively. "What happ." he started to ask, but Aya came in the back door and interrupted him before he could badger Ken for answers.

"Close the shop for lunch. We have a mission," the red-haired man said tersely before disappearing back down the stairs.

Youji sighed and pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning on. "My hangover isn't even gone yet!" he complained before following Aya. Omi turned the sign over to "closed" and locked the door, and then he and Ken went to the basement as well, Ken trailing well behind.

A series of pictures were flashing on the wall screen. People in white robes chanting. A large building in the middle of Tokyo labeled "God-Given Industries." A photo of three men in dark robes, looking serious. A series of "missing person" ads, all teenagers in the 12-14 age range.

"What's all this?" Ken questioned. Youji shrugged and Aya didn't move from his position in the back of the room. Omi sat on the couch and watched the wall screen with interest.

Finally the silhouette of Persia appeared.

"These men run a business named God-Given Industries, known commonly as GGI. It is actually a cult of extreme power and influence. They have been kidnapping teenagers across Japan for the past 10 years and indoctrinating them, creating assassins that are used to ensure their dominance in the business world. Miura Hiroyuki is the man in charge of the identification and subsequent kidnapping of these children.

"Hunters of the night, deny this evil beast his future!"

The wall screen flickered and went out.

The room was silent until Omi turned around on the couch. "Did you see how young some of these kids were? We've got to stop them!" he said enthusiastically, as usual.

Youji spoke around his cigarette, "Well, they aren't in my age range since I only go for women over 18, but I hate to see a pretty girl treated wrong," he said, and then blew out a puff of cigarette smoke, narrowing his green eyes as he did so.

Just then Manx came down the stairs. "This is the information about the target," she told the assassins, indicating the thick folder she was carrying. "He'll be at the main building three nights from now."

Aya held out one hand silently and Manx handed him the folder. He began flipping through it, his expression unchanging as his violet eyes scanned the information.

"I assume that all of you accept the mission," Manx said, her tone half question, half statement. Aya didn't bother to reply, absorbed in the file. Youji nodded at her and Omi said, "Hai!" The room fell silent, and people began looking towards Ken. Even Aya noticed Ken's lack of reaction, and looked up curiously.

Ken was sitting on the back of the armchair, looking at his hands. His thoughts were running furiously and at first he didn't notice the silence. "Ten years. 12-14 years old. It's possible, just barely possible. Maybe they're the ones who kidnapped Hitomi!" He fisted his hands at the thought and then became aware of the attention focused on him. He looked up slowly and met everyone's eyes.

"I'm in," he said shortly, and remained quiet through the rest of the tactical discussion, unable to get a vision of blue, silver-streaked hair and vivid blue eyes out of his mind.

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Author's Notes: Generally, the prologue is shorter than actual chapters, ne? I guess you could also call this prologue a teaser...cause chapters will be like 9-13 pages long. Yay~ Um, please review if you want me to post more here~!