Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Obbligato Dissonance ❯ Baroque Accent ( Chapter 1 )

I don't own Weiss Kreuz… I do own a 7 year old CD player boom box that is still in pretty good condition… a DVD player… some anime movies and a couple of idea's for stories… but that's about it…Oh yeah and I somewhat own a 2003 Hyundai Elantra GLS but only somewhat since I'm still making payments on it ^_^

Author's notes: Italics are any form of thought in the story as well as other things.

Black clouds shifted aimlessly for miles, covering what land that was capable of growing anything from the bright cheerful sunlight, making everything look like a desolate wasteland. When a person stopped to consider the place, it was a wasteland. What could thrive on the land were molds of many types that clung to dead rotting trees along with the many different types of fungus, most of which were poisonous. It didn't harm any of the local wild life, since none existed around it.

What did exist though, was a tall bleak castle. Monolithic statues of demons and gargoyles loomed about. Each one depicting its own gruesome image in attempt to scare off weary travelers who wished to lodge there for a night's refuge from the almost constant storms that besieged the dead land.

Within the walls of the castle, candlelight flickered about casting it ghostly countenance over a lone man. Black hair fell to his waist and he was dressed in rich black silk robes. Upon his brow a golden circlet rested. His eyes were as black as night while slender fingers was richly adorned with golden rings of sapphire and ruby gems. His face was pinched in concentration and he read a report from one of his servants.

My lord,

After two years of being in the palace, the prince has left. It seems that the bride his parents wish for him to marry is unacceptable to him, so he's gone missing. I do not see this to be completely as to why he has departed. The other spies within the castle agree with this and report that he has taken his two most trusted and faithful servants along with him. One spy over heard him saying something about visiting those he once knew in order to receive the best help. He departed only a day ago, but do not worry milord, I have kept an eye on him since he first left the palace .My question to you on this matter is, do you wish for me to pursue and dispose of him? I must warn you now lord that if you do not I foresee great trouble ahead in your quest to gain that which is rightfully yours. May I also remind you sire, that I did warn you to dispose of him when he was born instead of sending him to the other world, but I understand too that he, being sent into that world was not of your doing. That is all that I have to report.

Your ever-faithful servant,

Regaldis

The thin parchment crumpled in his hands. He was half tempted to throw the damning thing into the fire. Of all the rotten times when something such as this could happen, it had to come at this moment in time, a time in which he was about to make his true move in the game he was playing, the game of conquest. It was bad enough that the prince had escaped death after he was first born but to leave the castle at this crucial moment. He had only been there for a little over two years.

The lord stared into the flame of one of the many white candles littered about the place. His mind rapidly going over the situation, it would have been better if the fools that I had sent years ago had actually done their job right and killed him instead of loosing him in that realm. The idiots, I swear if they weren't dead already, I'd have killed them for their stupidity. He thought to himself as he pulled out a quill, ink and a clean sheet of parchment.

He rapidly thought over his options and wrote two words down.

Do nothing.

Sealing it with wax, he rang for one of the many servants roaming around the castle and sat back; reviewing mentally the plans, he had for taking over the kingdom.

~~

Floral smells wafted around the now silent flower shop. It's actually good to be back here. The red haired young man thought to himself as memories from what he would almost consider happier days coursed through his mind. He looked around. Nothing has changed in two years.

Yohji was nowhere in sight. He's probably out smoking or left already for some date he had planned since yesterday. He gave a small smile at the thought. It never ceased to amaze him on how many dates the brunet could go on in a weeks time, even with all the missions they had sometimes during the course of the said week. What surprised him even more was the fact that the playboy could always remember the names of the women he went out with and never once mistook a woman for another. It was almost as if the lanky man was gifted with perfect memory. Either that or it was the fact that he was an ex pi and could always remember every little detail no matter what it was.

The youngest of them all, Omi sat hunched over the wooden picnic table, swiftly working on an exotic floral arrangement. It was of a pattern unfamiliar to the cloaked man, standing in the room. The myriad of colors from each different flower flowed into a mesmerizing shift of patterns that was almost hypnotic in nature and was definitely a sight that anyone would be eager to see upon it's finish.

Finally, the man turned to look for the one he longed to see the most and spotted him. Ken… he thought to himself as he took a hesitant step towards the soccer player.

Ken was doing his old job; water the many plants and flowers that were sold there. His back was turned to where he couldn't see his old lover's face.

He continued to move towards the young boy, a slow smile spreading across his thin pink lips. Finally, after all this time, I'm near you. He reached out and wrapped his arms around the assassin, pulling him slowly into a tight embrace. "Ken…" he whispered softly into the boy's ear. "I'm back."

~~

Ken froze when he heard the whispered words. His mind paralyzed by what he had just heard. He's… back… Ken blinked. He was back after all that time. "Ran…" Ken mouthed to himself. It felt like Ran. His embrace, even the smell was the familiar raspberry smell that seemed to linger around him, but it was hard for the nineteen year old to accept the fact that it was his lover, come back to him.

He hesitantly turned around to see if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, as they did so often in the past.

As soon as he turned around, he gazed into the eyes of the person that held him. Amethyst colored eyes, tinted with a happiness never seen before, stared back into his very own. He moved his eyes from the intense stare, just to make sure it was real. Pale skin, soft pink lips and claret hair framed an, oh so recognizable face.

Ken reached up and ran his hand along the cheek, caressing it ever so gently. This has to be real, dreams never feel like silk. He thought to himself.

He took a step back and took in the full sight of the man he hadn't seen in two years.

Why's he dressed as if he's just stepped out of a medieval festival? Ken's mind wondered as he continued to look his old lover over.

"Ken?" Ran asked softly, reaching out to pull the young man into his embrace once more. "Ken, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting for so long."

Ken snapped out of his daze and stared at the crimson haired man. It's been a long time, eh? He thought to himself. The beginning edges of the familiar bitterness began to take a hold over the young man. "It's been too long, Ran." He said with a slight sneer forming over his lips. "What are you doing here? Actually, never mind, don't answer the question because I sure as hell don't want to hear it." He pushed past the cloaked man and began to head towards the back of the tiny flower shop.

Ran blinked as surprise took over his earlier happiness over seeing his lover. He couldn't believe that Ken was acting the way he was. It was a complete contrast of the boy's normal attitude on life and towards himself. Ran had to admit, however, that he had expected some form of hostility from the young assassin, but never on such a grand scale as out right contempt. For Ran to be brushed off so coldly was in neither his personality nor mentality that it caught Ran off guard.

Before he could reflect on it any further, Ran reached out just as Ken was walking past him and grabbed the boy's arm. The only thing he could think of doing was try to get the boy to listen to his explanation, which at this point, Ken wasn't willing to listen to. "Ken," He spoke softly. "Please just listen to what I have to say."

"Ran, let go of me." Ken growled out slightly, trying to pull from the tight grip that Ran had on his wrist.

"I'm just asking you to listen to me, for just a second. I can explain everything… I know you must be mad…" Ran's voice broke off as Ken stopped him from speaking.

Ken's freed hand balled up into a fist. "I said… let go of me… or else."

"I will if you just listen to me Ken…"

Ken hissed and turned around. Anger blazed in his eyes as he glared at the one who wouldn't let him go. "I told you to let me go." He snarled, pulling his fist back and striking Ran in the face.

Ran staggered backwards as soon as the punch connected to his jaw and fell back into a conveniently place display case.

A loud crash resounded through out the modest flower shop and instantly Omi was on his feet, running over to see what had happened and why. Also to see if anyone had been hurt. "Ken-kun, are you alright?!"

~~

Outside the store the two servants waited, hoping that their master would soon call them in so they could explain the situation to the men he so fully trusted with his life.

Time went by slowly as the two waited and people passed by the shop.

As they passed by, Ledoris would grumble and glare, causing the would be shoppers to give only a quick parting glance, then run off quickly at the sight of such a aggressive man.

"Ledoris, stop that, these mortal's may not be to your liking, but they are the ones who brought our lord up. He'll be displeased with you if he caught you like that." Finis chided him.

"Finis, we don't need the help of these mortals," he said as he glared at another person walking by. "They're stupid, arrogant, and are just down right disgusting."

"But that doesn't mean we have to treat them discourteously."

"Humph, I hope his highness finishes his business quickly so we can get out of here. Besides, his majesty will have us hanged as soon as he finds out that we have left the safety of the realm."

Finis rolled his eyes. Ledoris' hatred of the human kind was unfounded. Even though they had had problems in the past, they were never ones on such a grand scale that would cause and uproar amongst their nation, if one of them wandered accidentally into their kingdom.

While they were both pondering on the bad qualities of the human race, a loud crash resonated to the outside.

They swiftly looked at each other and cried out at the same time.

"The lord!"

Flinging open the door, they ran inside, quickly drew the swords they had hidden within the folds of their cloak, and soon held a brunet man and a golden haired boy at arms length.

"I'd advise you not to move." Ledoris said, before glancing over at the fallen Ran. "My lord, are you alright?"

Ran nodded his head and stood up.

As he did so, the hood of his cape fell to his shoulders exposing his head fully to his old teammates.

Long, pointed ears poked out from behind blood red ear tails, causing the two assassins to let out a startled gasp.

Author's notes: Well here's to a new chapter… I know I have other stories I have to work on, but since I'm writing chapter 6 of one and part two of a parody, it almost feels as if I'm frying my brain cells with over thinking…

Schu: *snickers* You're brain was fried well before hand.

Bite me Schuldich… Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone's who's reviewed this so far, Isachan (On media miner)

Misura- ^___^ Maaaaaybe

Schu: … Don't listen to her… there is no maybe it's obvious in this chapter that it is him *rolls his eyes*

Also thanks to Celeste1. I will say I'm actually surprised no one's wondering about the name… but *shrugs* I'm not worried about it too much. Anyway, thanks again! Ja!