Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Weiss (Prologue) ( Prologue )

Perchance To Dream

Ken/Ran Yohji/Omi ~ Ran's team is dead and he is found in Tokyo with no memory. While Manx situates him with Weiss the truth behind what occurred begins to come back, with terrible results. A/U Story!

Chapter One

"We have a mission for you." The three Weiss looked up at the redhead who stood before them, folder in hand. She looked at assassins, pausing for a moment as she gauged their reactions. Manx had told Persia that she believed it was too soon; perhaps she had been correct. But facts were facts, they were down one teammate and three men had not gotten over the pain they felt. Unfortunately death didn't stop the evildoers in the world, Weiss was needed for this mission. "I told Persia you might not take it, he understands." She continued, watching as the three men exchanged a look. "How long will this go on? I understand that you lost a teammate, someone you trusted but you need to do your job."

The youngest Weiss looked up, frowning as he met her green eyes. "What are we supposed to do?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. "They killed him and we couldn't stop it from happening, I just…" Omi's head fell forward, sky blues eyes sliding closed.

"Maybe it is too soon." Yohji finished, knowing what the young man was trying to say. "It was only a week ago that our fourth member was killed, we need time to adjust."

Manx took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she looked over at the other Weiss member. He had been with Weiss and Omi almost from day one and she respected his opinion, even if he was a bit hotheaded. "Well?" The brunette was silent. "What are your thoughts on this?"

Dark hair fell back as the man raised his head, equally dark eyes meeting her forest green. "I don't have anything to say right now Manx." He replied, leaning back into the chair. "We are three, Weiss is supposed to be four." He saw her nod in agreement to that. "But we really don't want another member to join us."

She had figured they would have already discussed this as a group. "So the three of you have already conversed about this?" The assassins nodded in response. "As much as I respect your feelings, Weiss has to be a full working team…that means four members."

"We understand that." Yohji said, as he stood to make his way over to the informant. "But the last person you put with our group didn't last a year! We had gotten used to him being around, but now? Manx I think we are better off as three, I don't want another team member."

"Neither do I." Omi whispered, looking over at the last of their team.

Manx followed his gaze, looking over at the final assassin. She still remembered when she had first put Omi and this man together. `He really didn't want anyone…Omi did a good job in opening him back up again.' Finally chocolate brown eyes looked up, his features a mixture of anger and sadness. "Ken?"

"I already told you I don't want anyone else." He said once again. "We have all told you we don't want someone else, you can tell that to Persia."

Nodding, she slipped the folder under her arm. "I will discuss this with Persia, the final decision is his. If he decides to add another person to Weiss, the three of you cannot refuse."

Yohji let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah?" He asked, pulling out his cigarettes. "Well that's fine, but we don't have to like it either."

She couldn't help but think that the men of Weiss, when in agreement, were the most stubborn men she had ever met in her life. Then again, isn't that what made them such good assassins? The ability they had to not give up, or give in? `I know what Persia is going to say and it isn't the answer that they want. Weiss wants to be three, I know that Persia wants them to be four.' Looking over at Yohji she nodded then set down the folder. "The three of you will do this mission, I will speak with Persia about everything else." Manx walked past him, reaching the stairs. Omi had already grabbed the mission and had opened it to begin. `How can I tell them that Persia has already chosen a new member for them?' With that, she exited the mission room, walking out to her car.

~

Ken breathed out, looking up as the door closed. "I know what Persia is going to say." He said, glancing back at the other two members of Weiss. "We are supposed to be four…he will give us another partner."

"You don't know that." The blond replied, once again looking down at the papers in his hand.

The brunette looked from Omi to Yohji, frowning. "I know Persia…" He answered, seeing green eyes narrow. "All I know is…new member or not, I refuse to get attached to this one. It may seem cold, but I am sick of loosing friends."

"I know how you feel." Yohji replied, his hand resting on the tanned arm that was now wrapped in white bandages. "How are you feeling?" Ken shrugged. "Are you ready for this mission?" Omi looked up, the same question reflected in his eyes.

Nodding, he pulled away from Yohji's touch. "I'll be fine." He didn't miss the hurt that flashed thought the green orbs as he pulled away. `I don't want to be touched, everything I touch is destroyed.' Obviously his thoughts were reflected in his eyes, a moment later Yohji nodded.

Clearing his throat, Omi tossed the folder down on the table between them. "The mission isn't that hard." He explained. "A simple strike and grab, get some documents from a man's house. The place isn't guarded very well so this should be nice, quick and clean."

"When?"

The blond looked up at Yohji. "Might as well do it tonight and get it over with, unless you have other plans?"

Shaking his head, brown shoulder length hair fell in the eldest Weiss's face. "I have nothing to do but have fun with you two."

"Ken?" He looked up, brown meeting the blue eyes of their leader. He might have been the youngest of their group, but he was by far the smartest. "Why don't you go get some rest before we go out?"

He turned; making his way over to the stairs that would lead to their living room. Pausing half way up the steps, he looked back down at the two. "What time will we be going?"

"One."

He nodded, a tanned hand falling to rest on the metal of the banister. "I'll be ready." With those words, he walked out of view, the sound of the door opening then closing echoed in the basement a moment later.

Before Omi could voice his concerns, Yohji's voice stated them. "You're worried?" He asked as the smaller man looked up at him. "You're worried about Ken?"

The blond simply nodded. "Yohji…he was the first teammate I ever had, I am always worried about him."

"…you mean lately?" The man said, knowing the worry he was now displaying wasn't his usual type; he seemed confused over the brunette. There was a moment of silence then Omi nodded in answer to his question. "He really liked our last teammate, all this is just really hard for him. You should know that better than I, you have been with Ken longer."

"I know." Blue eyes strayed to the stairs where Ken had disappeared moments before. "I hope Persia doesn't give us a new partner, he's serious Yohji."

"About?"

"Refusing to get along with the person if he gives us a new teammate." He answered, looking back at the eldest Weiss. "I can understand why he feels that way."

Yohji just sighed, giving up on the conversation for the moment. "Tell me about this mission, we will worry about the rest later, Kid." He could see that the blond still wanted to talk about it, so did he. But until they found out the decision, there would be no point in arguing over the situation. "Look, lets just get though this…we can worry about the rest later." Omi finally sighed, giving into him and explained exactly what that nights mission would involve.

~

Manx shook her head as she looked down at the man who slept in the hospital bed. The doctors had told her he had barely made it, an hour more without medical attention and he would not have survived. Sighing, the redhead sat down in the chair someone had set beside the hospital bed. She had been worried when Kritiker had lost contact with his group in Kyoto. The recovery team had gone in to find them but when they had gotten there the team couldn't be found. The safe house had been deserted, weapons gone, but their personal possessions had still been there. `Then suddenly I am getting a call from Tokyo saying Ran is there…but the rest of the team…' Manx stopped her thoughts, knowing there was nothing any of them could have done. No one really knew what happened, the sleeping redhead was the only person who could give Kritiker those answers.

"How is he?"

Turning, Manx looked back at the man who was responsible for Kritiker in the first place. "I don't know." She responded, and it was the truth. "They say he hasn't woken since he stumbled in here and passed out." There was silence for a moment as Manx looked back at the young assassin. "I want to know how he got all the way to Tokyo in this condition…" She finally whispered, seeing him nod out of the corner of her eye.

"So what are we going to do with him?" Persia whispered, looking at the pale form before him. Ran had been with Kritiker for two years, he was an excellent assassin, if not a bit detached. "Poor boy, he hasn't had it easy the past few weeks."

Manx looked up at the man, frowning. "He hasn't had it easy, period…you know that as well as I do!" She saw him frown as she turned away to watch over the young man once again. It had been true, what she had said; the man before her had not had an easy time lately. Between everything that had happened…and some things that weren't supposed to happen; it seemed as if he had been tossed around. `There really was no place for him, but they wanted there to be one.' The informant would be the first to admit that she had grown attached to the silent young assassin, in a way adopting him and watching over him. Seeing the redhead like this was a smack in the face. `After everything I did, trying to give you some stability… oh look what I did to you Ran.'

A light touch to her shoulder brought the woman out of her thoughts, looking back up. "Did you hear me Manx?" He saw her shake her head, attention once again on the man asleep before them. "I asked you what we are going to do with him now?"

"I don't know Persia, but I want to find a place for him." She answered, green eyes finally meeting his and holding them. "I have an idea, I would like to ask your opinion?"

"Of course."

Manx was silent for a moment as she thought over her proposal. `I know it would work, I think they would take to him and maybe all of them will find a stability?' Finally, she looked up at the man beside her. "I want Ran to join Weiss." She could see that Persia was about to argue that point, but cut him off. "I know you wanted that other man to join." She paused. "Persia…I think putting Ran with Weiss might be a good idea."

"Where am I going to put the other assassin?" He asked, knowing that the redhead woman before him could care less about the other assassin. Persia knew that Manx had become quite attached to the man that now lay in the hospital bed before them. `If he goes with Weiss, Manx would be his informant. She may like it better if she can keep an eye on him, he's a good assassin…but young. There is a lot of anger that is still in him, maybe Weiss could calm him down?'

Standing, she stood beside the silent figure. "You don't like the idea?"

He sighed, breathing out. "Speak to Weiss, see what they say."

"Thank you Persia." Smiling, she looked back down at he sleeping figure. `Don't worry Ran, I'll find you a place…someplace where you will feel needed. That is what you want, isn't it? To be needed?'

~

"Ran?"

Violet hues opened meeting the dark green eyes he knew all too well. "Erika, I should have figured you would be the first thing I see when I wake." He whispered, his voice still rough with drugs and sleep. Ran shifted, trying to get in a more comfortable position, feeling the pain shoot up though his side. Wincing, his eyes shut for a moment, before opening again to meet hers. "So to what do I owe this pleasure?"

She couldn't help but frown as she sat down on the bed slowly, trying not to disturb him. "Actually, you can call me Manx now; the name 'Erica' isn't needed anymore." She pauses, breathing out. "This isn't a pleasure visit Ran, I need to know what happened to all of you out there?" The redhead just looked at her as if she had spoken some language he couldn't understand. "It's a simple question Ran." She knew that now wasn't the best time to be doing this; Ran had only woken a few hours prior. The doctors had told her he wasn't quite right in the head, but Kritiker wanted answers and the redhead was the only source for that information.

"I don't know the answer." He whispered, one pale hand reaching up to rub the bandage that covered his forehead. His body had been covered in scratches and cuts; a deep slash running from his chest to his waist had been the worse. He also had taken a blow to the head and his left leg had been messed up as well. His hand lowered slowly as eyes fell on the bandages around his wrist. "Something bad…happened." Ran then whispered, dark purple eyes falling closed with weariness. "I don't remember exactly what…but I…I think I remember them telling me to run. Someone was there…they had…set a trap and I was attacked." Manx's eyes grew wide as she listened to him. "No, we were attacked…but it was by someone who knew us."

"Who?"

He shook his head, his hand lifting to cover his eyes. "I can't remember right now Er-Manx…please don't make me…I don't want to remember." The redhead finished in a whisper, rolling on to his uninjured side. "I don't know what happened…I don't know…I don't know…I don't know…"

She sighed, looking down at the young assassin, seeing his eyes were closed tight. "Ran, please I need you to remember soon." She begged, reaching down to brush scarlet bangs from his face then grabbing her purse. "I have three agents dead, one missing and you showing up in Tokyo fucked up beyond belief." He didn't respond to that, breathing out; Manx laid a hand on his shoulder. "I have a place for you, once you are out of here I'll take you to them." The man just laid there, his arm lying across his face to hide his eyes from her. "Ran, please try to remember and…just rest." With that she turned, walking out of the room.

`I can't remember what happened…I don't even know how I got here.' He thought to himself as he laid there, curled up into a ball. It hurt, having his body so tight around him. Every cut…every scratch seemed to be crying out in pain and all he could do was ignore it. `I don't want another team…I don't want people around me! Can't you see Manx! Can't you see what I already know? I'm cursed…everyone I care about…everyone I love! Everyone I want to protect ends up dead…I don't want to be near anyone ever again.' But he knew that was impossible, he was an assassin and as such he would go where Kritiker sent him. `But I won't touch; I won't care about them. When I care is when they will die…if I don't care I won't be touched.' He thought to himself, a tear running down his cheek. `If I don't touch I won't want their companionship. If I stay away then they won't die because of me, I don't want someone to die because of me.' The door opened once again, causing Ran to look up at the dark haired woman entering the room.

"It's time for your pain pills." She said, walking towards him.

Ran just sighed, his eyes once again closing. "I don't want to be loved…stop caring about me." He then whispered, trying to block out the sounds around him.

~

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