Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Forgotten ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Schu: FIGHT!! FIGHT AGAINT THE FIC WRITERS WHO THINK THEY OWN US!!!

Isa: *shakes head* What a baka…

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` these are thoughts '

" these are spoken "

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Isa: Here we are, another wonderful (yeah right) chapter!

Schu: It better be wonderful, I helped you write it!

Isa: You really are into yourself, aren't you?

Schu: ^___^

Isa: You should really be careful of that, people might thing you have a big head. They might start not liking you, or maybe even think you are a big German...

Schu: Are you done?

Isa: *sweatdrop* No respect I tell ya…

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Thanks to Kami-chan…my ever-faithful beta-reader who's just the greatest person you could ever know!! *GLOMPS*

Schu: *sniff* I love that woman!

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Chapter Three

The redhead raised a hand to her forehead, trying to fight the headache that was forming there. Ran had contacted her less that an hour ago with one request, to be removed from Weiss. `I don't understand what is running though any of their heads!' The four assassins had only been together for just under two weeks and he already wanted to leave them. Manx didn't want to think that it was Weiss that was turning him away, but himself. `Ran still doesn't know what happened, Persia is getting furious. I would too, losing four of our top Kritiker agents…there is no reason behind it.' Pulling up to the shop, she saw the closed sign hanging in the window. "That is odd." Driving around back, she entered though the rear entrance into the boys' home. Three of the four assassins sat in the living room, the blond stood. "The shop is closed?"

"We figured you would be coming today, needing to talk to us about Ran." The young assassin replied, the two men behind him nodding in agreement. "He told us he didn't want to stay here."

"Why?"

The eldest of the group stood, shrugging. "Something about ruining our home." He answered, seeing the jade green eyes of the informant fall closed. "You know what he means?"

Manx nodded. "Just as you three consider one another family, Ran looks upon teams as established homes. As I told you, he was with the same four men for a little over two years. Like you three, he had made connections with them. I believe all of these problems are coming from the fact that he believes you can't understand him." She answered, setting down her purse. "Do you know where he is now?"

"Left." Ken replied, seeing a brow arch on the woman. "Something about going to see someone."

"Ah, yes Aya." That confused the three members of Weiss, Manx could tell. "Aya…she is…" Pausing, the redhead breathed out as she wondered how to explain Aya to them.

Yohji breathed out, reaching for his cigarettes. "What? His girlfriend…maybe his wife?" He couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't that be fucked up, the Ice Princess has a lover." Ken simply frowned as Omi shot the man a look. "Was just a suggestion?" He then said, an innocent expression slipping into place. Both men rolled their eyes, looking back to the redhead.

"No, Aya would be Ran's sister." She told them, sitting down in the chair beside her. "She was the reason he was brought into Kritiker."

"Dragged in because of a woman, wow I would love to meet her!"

Green eyes narrowed at those words. "She wouldn't be very much company, she's been in a coma for over two years."

Yohji went silent at hearing that, sitting back down on the couch. "Damn."

"Manx?" The redhead turned to look at Omi. "What happened to put Ran's sister into a coma?"

"Takatori." That name made all three men growl in disgust. "Ran's father worked for him for many years, helping him with financial situations." She went on to explain. "Well something went wrong and Takatori decided to place the blame on the Fujimiya family rather than face it himself. His mother and father were killed in an explosion, he and his sister happened to be right outside when it occurred and Aya was hit by debris from it. She has been in a coma ever since that happened."

Ken flopped down into the chair behind him, resting his head on his hands. "So Ran works for Kritiker to get revenge?"

Manx nodded. "Also so he can afford his sister's hospital bills, that isn't cheep. Ran lost everything when his father and mother were killed, his home…all the savings his father had in his name, everything."

"So the rich kid lost everything and became an assassin?" The eldest Weiss put out his cigarette, looking back up at her. "What a bitch."

"What about his last team?" The blond asked, sitting down beside Yohji on the couch. "You mentioned that three were dead and one was missing, how where they killed?

"An explosion." Blue eyes went wide as she said those words. "Actually we examined the bodies and they were dead before the explosion occurred." She paused for a moment, looking back up at the three men. "Please, I need you to talk Ran into staying with your group. I need him to be someplace that is stable, I'm worried about him."

Ken stood, rubbing the back of his neck before he turned to look down at their informant. "You really care for him, don't you?" Green eyes fell closed at those words.

"Yes, I really do care about him Ken."

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"He wants you to stay, to mire in your thoughts."

Violet eyes went wide at those words before closing. "Manx, I don't belong here."

She sighed, looking over at the other three men before her eyes fell on the redhead. "I'm sorry Ran, but Persia has made his decision and has denied your request to leave Weiss." Pale hands tightened into fists for a moment, before falling open once again. "He believes once you get used to being here that everything will get better, you will feel more at ease with them."

"Persia doesn't know me." He whispered, dark eyes opening once again to meet hers. "Obviously you don't either, if you did you wouldn't make me stay here. I don't belong here Manx, not with them! This isn't what I am accustomed to…please, ask Persia again?"

Omi looked over at his other two teammates; Yohji was looking out the window while Ken leaned against the wall. `They aren't going to say anything, no wonder Ran feels so out of place here…no one wants him here!' Growling, Omi walked up to the two redheads, grabbing Ran's arm. The older man pulled away, shocked by the contact as he met the clear blue eyes. "I want you to stay Ran!" This made the other members of Weiss look up. "That morning in the kitchen, I really felt like you wanted to open up to me! I think maybe we could be friends if you just give us a chance?" Manx smiled down at him, thankful that one of them spoke up. He thought he saw those violet hues soften for a moment before he looked away from the youngest assassin.

Manx reached out, resting a tentative hand on his shoulder. "Ran, we don't have any other place to put you if you leave Weiss." The man pulled away from her touch, taking a few steps back from her. "Please, just do as Persia says and stay with Weiss."

"Who are you fooling Manx?" He whispered, his eyes glancing over at the other three men in the room. "There is no place for me, not anymore." Taking another step back, Ran pivoted as he made his way for the stairs. "I should have died with my team."

"Ran!" She yelled, seeing that he wasn't going to answer her. "He doesn't mean that, I know he can't mean that!" She growled, glancing towards the blond. "Omi, please keep watch on him. I know he just needs to get used to you and everything will be ok."

"I can try." He responded, looking back at his two teammates. "All of us will try from now on."

He couldn't believe that Persia had done this to him, all the years he had been faithful to Kritiker. `Why did they do this to me? I don't want to be here, I want to be back in Kyoto with the others…but the others are dead. Why can't I remember what happened to them…to us?' Though it was warm in his room he couldn't stop the shudders that ran though his body. Pulling the picture frame he held closer to his chest, he felt something warm and wet run down his cheek. `No, I won't cry…I refuse to cry because of this! I'm not a child anymore, I'm not…I'm not…' His thoughts were disrupted as someone came to close to him. This startled Ran and the frame slipped from his hands, with a bang the glass littered the floor from the impact.

"I'm sorry." Both men kneeled down, grabbing for the frame at the same time. Only then did Ran look up, seeing exactly whom it was who had entered his room without him knowing. "I didn't mean to scare you like that." He whispered, dark chocolate eyes looking from him to the picture. "Was this the team you lost?" He could only nod in reply; Ken frowned as he picked pieces of broken glass off the photo. "You look happy." He said, handing the picture back to the redhead. "If you want I'll replace the glass for you."

Ran only shook his head, standing back up. "No, it's fine."

"Yeah." Breathing out, Ken looked around the room that the redhead had occupied. "You don't have a lot of stuff, do you?"

"What do you want?"

The brunette glanced back at him, meeting his oddly colored eyes. "Just thought we could talk." The silent man turned, walking over to his bed to sit down. "Maybe we can get to know more about one another."

"There is nothing to know."

Crossing his arms, the man shook his head at Ran's lack of communication skills. "I'm just trying to be nice to you." He replied, walking for the door.

That made Ran look up. "Why? You have never tried before?"

"True." He answered, turning once again to look at the pale redhead. `I can't read him, but I can tell he's in a lot of pain. It's not physical pain anymore…no now it's mental, he misses his teammates. I know if Yohji and Omi were killed it would destroy me. So why can't I try with him?' His mind finally made up, he walked over and sat down beside the older assassin. "I have been an asshole, we all have been. I guess it's just because no one seems to be able to make it with us, everyone we get ends up dead." Leaning back on his elbows, Ken stared up at the ceiling. "I guess I just didn't want to be your friend cuz I was afraid I would like you."

"Then I would be gone…"

Ken turned to look at the man as he whispered those words. "Yeah, then you would be gone." There was a pause, then he pushed himself back up. "You gotta admit; you kinda come off as a prick." Violet eyes narrowed at the tanned assassin at those words. "Well you do, all quiet and staying to yourself. Look I am really sorry for being such an asshole to you, ok?" He nodded, but didn't respond. "Will you at least try to talk more?" Once again the glare that the redhead seemed to have down pact fell upon him. "Just a question, don't get all ruffled."

"Maybe."

The brunette shook his head. "Nope, you are gonna have to do better that that! So, are you gonna talk to us more? You could even try hanging out with us, you know…act human?" Yet again that glare was directed at him. `Wow, three in the matter of a minute! I must be getting good?'

"Are you always this annoying?" Ran asked the man beside him, standing to put the picture back where it had been. "Or are you only trying to annoy me?"

"Just you."

The redhead turned slowly, deep purple falling on the man sprawled across his bed. He couldn't help but feel a slight smile tug at the corner of his mouth. The man was cute, but rather annoying and might find himself at the end of his katana one day. "It's working." Once again the brunette smiled, the warmth from that softening his features. If I say I will try, will you leave me alone?"

Ken's eyes closed for a moment, before he looked back up. "Nah, but I will try to be nicer to you." He replied, pushing himself up and off the bed. "Look, we are going to be taking missions together, we have to trust one another."

"I know."

"So?" He asked, walking up to the redhead. "Will you try?"

The redhead's body trembled as the tanned assassin smiled at him again. He didn't know why he was putting up with this younger man's immature nature, but there was something about him that stirred something in Ran. "I will try." He finally whispered, hoping it would get him to leave his room so he could be alone to figure out his emotions.

"Great! You can start now." A hand grasped Ran's own hand, pulling him for the door.

"What are you doing?!" He snapped, trying to pull his hand away from the searing touch. "Will you let go of my hand please!" He pleaded, feeling the assassin release him.

Ken just looked at him for a moment, Ran was breathing hard from the panic attack and his face was flushed. "Ran?" When he didn't respond the brunette took a step closer to him. "Ran, are you ok?" The redhead nodded, his eyes closed as he tried to calm himself down. "Did I do something wrong?"

After a moment he shook his head, violet eyes opening to look up at him. "I...no. I just panicked and I..." He sighed, brushing away scarlet bangs from his eyes. "I don't know why, I just felt...odd."

"Ok." They stood there for a moment in silence. "Ran?"

"Yes?"

Ken smiled slightly. "Will you still come downstairs with me?"

After a moment the man nodded, following the brunette out of his room. `What was that?' He thought, closing his bedroom door. 'Why did I panic like that? I felt...but it wasn't Ken...it was...' As fast as the memory came it had gone, once again he was left confused by his actions.

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Isa: *sweatdrops*

Schu: *looks around* Didn't Kami-chan write you a closing for this chapter?

Isa: *nods*

Schu: …..ok

Ran: Isa-chan was cleaning out her mail and though she copied it…well obviously she was wrong.

Isa: *sighs*

Ken: Its ok Isa-chan, mistakes happen! Does anyone remember what it said?

Schu: Something about Isa-chan being a bit upset that not as many people reviewed this chapter.

Isa: *shrugs* Maybe people hate the story…

Schu: Whatever…

Ran: *glares* Hate? How can they HATE something I am in?!

Ken: He's so…what's the word…

Schu: Obsessed with himself?

Isa: Crazy?

Ken: ….that works.

Ran: Shi-ne…all of you.

All: -______-;;

Schu: Please leave a review…and hopefully Isa-chan will remember to SAVE the ending next time.

Isa: *sighs*