Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Love? ( Chapter 4 )

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Isa: Ignore him, he's on a sugar rush. 0_o Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please leave us a review if you have the time. Thankies!

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I want to thank the people that have reviewed this fic so far, it means alot to me that people like this story. =^___^=

So that you too Koji-chan (Your reviews are always so happy and always make me smile, thanks!), Sadistic Lane (I'll try to get it done as soon as I can, a few more chapters and thats it.) nekojita (I'm glad that, even though this isn't your favorite paring, you are enjoying it.) and Nyxie_san (Thank you very much, glad you like it.)! *bounces*

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Schu: *grins* Always keep her guessing... *snickers*

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Chapter Five

"We have a mission?"

The redhead nodded, handing each assassin a folder. "Kritiker feels that the four of you have been together long enough, therefore you will work this mission together." She saw the ex-soccer player frown. "Is there a problem with that, Ken?"

"Ran, he just got over being sick," Was the reply as Manx look past him to the redhead standing against the wall behind him. "Are you sure you want to do this now?"

"I am fine."

Ken turned; meeting the violet eyes of the man he had just spent the last two weeks caring for. "Yeah, sure you are." Those same eyes narrowed at that response. "I just don't want you having problems out there, remember you're covering our backs." There was no response from him, looking back at Manx he just shrugged. "So what kind of mission are we talking about?"

Seeing that the attention was now turned back on her, Manx continued with the information. "Slavery and kidnapping." She said simply, the youngest member shuddered. The redhead knew that would bother Omi, she knew his past and knew such talked troubled him. But it was mostly the fact that Omi still couldn't remember his past that bothered him more than the kidnapping. "The man kidnaps them from their home, then sells the children for profit. You are to kill him and take any files from his computer that you can find."

"You're hoping to find some of the children and get them back?"

The blonds voice sounded hopeful, but Manx refused to respond to that. "You will give us any files you may find, Omi." He nodded. "Now are all of you in?" All four assassins nodded, then looked at one another for a moment. "Thank you, and good luck. All the information you will need for this mission is in those folders. You are to pull this mission off and have it complete by the end of this week." With that she turned, walking out of the room.

"Ran?" The silent man looked up at Omi. "Are you sure that you are ready for this?"

"I am fine." He said once again, his arms folding across his chest. "Believe me, I wouldn't endanger other people." Omi seemed satisfied, smiling for a moment before looking down at the paper work.

Standing, Yohji walked over to his lover and looked over his shoulder. The two men had told Ran and Ken the same day the eldest man had admitted his feelings. "So what are we gonna do, sweetie?" The other two members walked over, Ken leaning on the table as Ran stood slightly behind him.

"Looks like we may have to go in two teams, he has guards." The blond paused, looking over a few more pages. "This also shows that the first two floors are going to have heavy security and cameras."

Ken thought this over for a moment, and then frowned. "So how are we going to get in?"

There was silence for a moment as Omi looked over the drawings before him. "I'm not sure." He finally answered with a shrug. "I'll look up all the information I can on the area and the building. If there is a way to get in, I will find it." He saw Ran nod, then turn to walk out of the mission room. "Do you have any input?"

"No." He said, looking back at Omi. "You just tell me how to get in and I'll kill anyone I run into." With that, he made his way up the stairs and out of the sight of his three teammates.

Yohji shrugged, sitting down in the chair beside the blond. "Well, did we really expect him to act any different during a mission than he always acts?" Ken glanced at the eldest Weiss, then shrugged. "Here I thought you were pulling him out of his shell."

"I took care of him, Yohji."

"I'm sure you did." A smile broke out across his face as he winked at Ken. "I'm sure he appreciated everything you did for him as well."

"You are sick!" Brown eyes went from Yohji to Omi. "Are you really sure you love this idiot?"

"Maybe you should be asking yourself that, KenKen!" The brunette smacked his forehead at the hated nickname Yohji tended to call him. "Have you admitted that you like him…maybe love him?"

Glaring at the man, Ken turned and walked for the stairs. "I am not discussing this, especially with you!" The door slammed a moment later as the tanned assassin left the room.

"I was just trying to help him, you know bring out his inner perverted self."

Omi rolled his eyes, looking down at his lover. "That's the problem, Ken's not perverted like you." He couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression on Yohji's face.

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Three Days Later: Mission Night

Omi looked over at Ken who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace, his feet were propped up on the coffee table as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn't spoken in a while, the only sound coming from his Bugnuk's, as he pressed the triggers over and over. Silver blades slid in and out of the leather gloves that covered both hands making a hissing noise against the sheaths. "Is he ok?"

Yohji looked up from his weapon to glance over at Ken, then looked back down. "First mission jitters, you know him." The blond nodded, sitting down beside his lover. "He's probably nervous that something might go wrong, then we will be down another member again."

"I guess it's worse this time because he actually likes Ran." Blue eyes glanced over at the stairs that led up to the bedroom. "Speaking of, have you seen him?"

"About a hour ago when he walked up there to get ready, why?"

The youngest assassin said nothing for a moment, then glanced back over at Ken. "Did Ran tell you what kind of weapon he uses?" He asked the longhaired man beside him even though blue eyes were fixed on the brunette with the claws.

"No, but I didn't ask."

"Hmm." The blond turned, glancing at the clock above the back door. "We have to get going, its almost one and we need to be done by three."

Yohji nodding as he stood to make his way over to the stairs. "Hey Ran, we are leaving!" There was nothing for a moment, and then a door closed and they could hear footsteps. "About time…come on KenKen, pull yourself out of it an lets get going." The younger assassin growled, flipping him off before tightening his hand on the trigger again. "Cute."

"I'm always cute." He responded, pushing himself out of the chair and made his way over to the blond. "So is Ran ready to go?"

"Yes." All three looked up as the last member made his way down the stairs. The redhead was dressed in black from head to toe, making him look deathly pale. Ken looked him over as he stepped up to them, one scarlet brow arching. Loose leather pants covered black boots; a tight sleeveless black shirt was tucked into the pants. He wore short, black gloves and had a long leather coat thrown over one arm while a long black padded tube was on the other shoulder.

Ken could feel his heart as it began to beat faster at the sight of the redhead. `Damn, he looks good! Why doesn't he wear tighter clothes more often?' After a moment he noticed the looks both Omi and Yohji were giving him. Throwing them a dirty look, he went back to checking out the slightly taller assassin that was standing beside him.

"Are we going?"

Omi nodded, handing him a transmitter and a com. "I want you to wear both, if something goes wrong we want to be able to find you." Ran nodded, fastening the transmitter to his shirt then put the com into his ear. Omi handed him a small black pad. "If you get lost, or need to find one of us you just turn that on. It will tell you our position and the fastest way to get there. I have downloaded the specs and outlay of the building into it."

"What if the enemy gets a hold of this?" He asked. "They could find you as well."

"Impossible." Omi answered, pointing to a corner on the tracker. "Just say `Weiss' in there and it will turn on, it is set to recognize or voice patterns. If anyone else happened to get their hands on it, it would be a useless piece of plastic."

"I'm impressed." He whispered, slipping the small tracker into his pocket. The blond couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

Yohji grinned, pulling out a cigarette. " Well Omi had always been well prepared." Once again the youngest assassin smiled, shaking his head.

"We need to go." They nodded, walking out of their home and into the night.

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Persia looked up at Manx, as she finished speaking. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from her mouth. "He was what?"

"Killed by a sword." She said flatly, looking down at the files. "The examiners say that is how Shion died before the explosion. The found multiple abrasions to his upper body that signifies that he did fight whoever was trying to kill him. He had also been stabbed though the heart, the other two were found with the same types of wounds."

He just sat there, a blank look on his face as he thought this over. Persia had been hoping that the examiners might be able to shed some light into what had happened. Sure, they had gotten more information regarding the deaths but that hadn't helped him get any closer to the actual killers. "There are many groups that could have done something like that," Persia whispered, leaning back into his chair. "I need to know exactly who killed my team."

"That is all the information we have on the subject." She responded. "The investigators that we sent out to Kyoto have also returned, I have their report. No foul play seems evident, there was nothing hinting at the team being attacked. The only thing we did find was a report that Shion had been about to mail out. It stated that Kikyou seemed to be growing instable and was worried about him."

"Have we found his body yet?"

"No sir, we have yet to find Kikyou's body, it's almost as if he just disappeared." Pulling out the investigation file, she sat it on his desk along with the first one. "Do you think that he could be a possibility?" The man didn't respond to that. "I could try speaking to Ran again, but Omi says he hasn't mentioned anything about his memories coming back."

"Manx? Would you consider this to look like an inside job?" He asked, knowing that was the last thing that the redhead would want to hear. He knew this group had been hers, along with Weiss. In Manx's eyes, her teams would never turn against one another, green eyes narrowed at that suggestion. "We can't pass up the possibility that Kikyou might have done this. If that turns out to be true; if he did do this then Kikyou might go after Ran to finish the job."

"Then Ran may be in danger, perhaps I should tell him."

Persia nodded. "Then again, Ran might have been involved as well." The leader of Kritiker didn't miss the disbelieving look at those words. "You don't believe that Ran is capable of something like that?" He asked, seeing her look down. "His whole family was destroyed before his eyes, that can drive a person to extreme states of emotion…even insanity. "

"I don't..." She whispered, not finishing her words.

"You believe in him."

It was more of a statement than a question, but she had to respond. "You know I do." The redhead said a moment later. "I have to believe in him, I was the one who brought him into this mess. When I first saw him, it was after his family had been attacked and his sister had been put into a coma. Persia, there was something about him…"

"I know."

There was silence for a moment then Manx spoke once again. "So now what do we do? We have a possible inside job with three dead Kritiker members. We have an assassin missing who might be anything but stable and one who can't remember anything that happened."

Persia reached out, grabbing the two files off his desk. Glancing over them, he spoke a moment later. "Speak with Ran again, try to see if he remembers anything at all. Even then smallest memory might help us figure this out. I hate all these questions that don't seem to have any answers."

"I will try, but I won't assure anything." She responded.

He nodded, understanding her position. "Do what you can."

"Persia? You get the feeling that there was something more going on in that group, don`t you?" She asked, seeing him look up at her. "You think there is something they weren't telling us?"

"Unfortunately I do, and Ran is the only one who can answer those questions for us." Nodding the redhead turned to leave. "I want to know how his first mission with Weiss went, I expect a report as soon as it is complete."

Manx glanced back at him, and then walked out the door. '`Persia suspects something and won't tell me. I can't believe that one of them might have turned against their team, especially Ran. I need to speak to him, find out what happened and soon.'

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Siberian's fist went forward at full force, as the claws imbedded themselves into the targets chest. Blood splattered across his features, liquid heat against his skin as he pulled back and the man hit the floor. For a moment he just stood there, crimson liquid rolling down his glove, dripping to the floor a moment later. A slight smirk crossed his lips as dark eyes fell on the, now still figure he had killed. Though he would never admit it to his teammates, he enjoyed the hunt and the kill. 'Maybe that makes me crazy?' He thought, absently wiping his hands on his pant leg. 'I don't think Yohji and Omi would understand, and Ran…'

`He does seem more like you than the other two.' His conscious whispered to him. 'A killer, perhaps someone who, like you, enjoys talking human life?'

`I enjoy taking the lives of those who would hurt the innocent.' He answered back, though he knew he was only arguing with himself. Breathing out, Siberian reached up to press the button on his com. "Mission complete."

"Great job Siberian." He could tell the small blond was happy, a moment ago he hand been complaining that it was talking too long. Not to mention that the mission had been slightly harder than they had expected. There had also been more manpower on scene than they had previously thought, and on their way in one of them had almost tripped off an alarm. "I want everyone out of here in three minutes, understood?"

Siberian nodded out of habit, though he knew the young man couldn't see him. "Got it."

"Balinese?"

"On my way now."

"Abyssinian?"

There was no answer.

"Abyssinian, copy?"

The tanned assassin stopped in his tracks, dark eyes wide with concern. Now that he thought back on it, they hadn`t heard from the redhead in the past few minutes. He hadn`t even said anything when Bombay had started bitching about the mission taking too long. "Abyssinian, its Siberian…please copy?"

Still there was no answer.

"Siberian, you are closer to him than we are." Bombay's voice said over the com. "Go up the stairs one level then take a left, he's there and his signal isn't moving."

"I'm on my way now." He replied, turning to go back the way he came. Pulling open the door to the stairwell, he took the steps two at a time making his way up to the next doorway. "Abyssinian!"

"Can you try being a little quieter?"

"Fuck you Balinese!" He heard the eldest assassin growl slightly, but didn`t respond back. Making his way down the hall, he paused to turn on the tracker. `He`s right here in this area, but where?' Growling, Siberian shoved the thing back into his pocket. "Abyssinian, answer me!"

"Siberian, Balinese and I are one floor below you."

The brunette didn't respond, looking down each hall as he passed. The man was about to throw a major fit when he finally found what he was looking for. The redhead was at the end of one of the last halls he had come upon. He stood, unmoving, bodies littering the ground around him, staining the carpet a deep red. "Abyssinian!" Bolting down the hall, he was beside the pale assassin a moment later. "Hey, are you ok?" Ran just stood there, violet eyes wide with confusion and shock as he stared at his hand. The bloody blade he held wavered as a shudder ran though his body. "Abssin…" He paused, his voice dropping as he pulled off one of his gloves to cup the man's cheek. "Ran, please look at me?" The pale face was splattered with droplets of blood from his killing, much like his. The silent redhead said nothing, this only pissed the hot-tempered assassin of even more. `He doesn't answer us over the com, he froze up on a mission? What the fuck? Manx said he had killed before!'

"Siberian?"

"What!" He snapped, pulling his hand away from the redhead's cheek.

"We are coming down the hall now, is everything ok?"

Dark chocolate eyes closed as a growl escaped his throat. "I don't know! Abyssinian's not talking…"

"Shit…"

"Balinese!"

Ken frowned, pulling off his com and threw it across the hall. It hit the wall, breaking into a few pieces and fell to the floor. "Ran, look at me." He begged, trying to get the man to snap out of whatever had him acting like this. ""Damn it, talk to me!" He snapped, his hands tightening into fists. After a moment the brunette couldn't take it anymore, punching the redhead hard. The katana clattered to the ground as Ran's shoulder hit the wall.

Angry violet eyes looked up, narrowing. "What the fuck?"

"What is your problem!" Siberian snapped back. "We tried to get a hold of you…" He yelled, hitting the redhead in the shoulder. "…and y-you fucking ignored us, stupid prick! All I could think was that you might be dead! Damn it, I was worried about you, you fucking bastard!"

His eyes went from anger to confusion, seeing how worried the brunette had been for him. It was an odd feeling to know he cared, but for some reason Ran was glad to know someone cared. After a moment the assassin breathed out, pushing himself away from the wall. "I-I…what happened?"

The anger that had been so strong in him moments before washed away like water, leaving the smaller man confused as well. 'Why is he asking me what happened? Shouldn't he know why he froze?' Taking a step forward, dark eyes met the oddly colored purple of his teammates. "Why don't you tell me, Ran?" He asked, watching as the older assassin shook his head slowly.

"I was following though with the mission, no problems at all. I had no problem killing them…then I looked down and I saw the blood…" He paused, raising one hand to set it against his cheek where the tanned assassin had hit him a moment before. "I felt like something was wrong, like I had done this before…but it was wrong somehow…"

Ken shook his head, resting a tanned hand on top of Ran's gloved one. "You have done nothing wrong, perhaps it memories from the past?" He whispered.

He pulled his hand away but Ken continued to keeps his on Ran's cheek. Leaning into the touch, the redhead thought those words over then shrugged a moment later. "I'm not sure what it was." He answered honestly as violet eyes fell closed. "Ken…why is this happening to me? I didn't ask for any of this to happen to me…a-and everything is so confusing." He heard nothing, then a warmth flowed though him as he felt the brunette's mouth cover his. Deep purple eyes flew open in confusion as the assassin continued the kiss.

Ken had hated the confusion he heard in the redhead's voice, wanted to help his figure out why all this was happening. But if Ran couldn't figure it out, what kind of help would he be? 'I don't know his past, or his first team. There is nothing I can say to make him remember, all I can do is be his friend.' But in many ways he wanted more than just friendship, which was like a blow to the head. He hadn't felt this way about anyone since he had become an assassin, he didn't want to love anyone. `With Ran, this fucking game is all backwards. Nothing makes sense when I am with him, maybe we are too much alike?' As he though this over, he hadn't realized that he had moved closer to the assassin before him. The kiss had been an unconscious decision, shocking him just as much as it shocked the redhead. He was glad he did it though; when Ran didn't pull away Ken wrapped his arms around the older man to pull him closer. After a moment he felt hands on his arms as the man relaxed against him, opening his mouth so the kiss could deepen. `He's accepting this? He wants me to kiss him…'

Omi couldn't help but smile at the two men as they kissed. "I'm glad for them."

"Glad that Ken kissed him or glad that the ice man isn't totally ice?"

The blond glared up at him, shaking his head. "Yohji!"

"Personally, I'm glad Ken punched the mother fucker." Another glare from his younger lover and Yohji could only grin. "Come on sweetie, we need to break them up and get out of here."

The smaller man frowned. "It's a shame to have to break them up."

"Have I told you lately that you are a total romantic?"

Blue eyes brightened. "Yep!"

"Come on, let's get those two and get out of here." He said, grabbing his lover's hood and pulling him. "Then we can ask why he froze." Omi frowned as the longhaired brunette dragged him towards their teammates.

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kami: I REALLY REALLY liked that chapter!!

Ken: Me too!!

Ran: I as well.

Schu: *cracks knuckles* Time to get to work! *look at kami, Ran and Ken*

Ran/Ken/kami: @_@ *entranced by Schu's power*

Schu: This always gets them folks! ^_~

Ken: *konked out* Leave reviews for Isa-chan...

Ran: *in flat voice* Yeeeesss...reviews...

kami: *arms raised like a zombie* And make sure they are positive reviews...

Ken: Yaaah-esss...That flame that person left really hurt kami-chan and Isa-chan...

Ran: I have orders to "SHI-NE" that person...

kami: Yeeeeeesss... So why don't you leave nice things...

Ran: That would work...

Ken: @_@ Schu is the hottest bishie in the world...

kami: Take me, Schu-sama...

Ran: Yeeeesss... *blinks and wakes up* HELLZ NO! KEN! KAMI-CHAN WAKE UP!!

Ken/kami: O.O errr...

*all three look at Schu*

Schu: Meep...