Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Alone ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Six

Omi's attention shifted from his laptop to the brunette as he walked down the stairs into the mission room. Dark eyes looked from the blond to his older lover sitting over on the couch, no sound left his lips. It was as if he was waiting for the words he knew would come from the two assassins before him. "How is he?" Ken arched a brow, looking back towards their youngest member. "Ran? Is he going to be okay?"

"I think so." The man whispered a moment later, unsure of how to answer that question. "He's being silent about what happened."

Blue eyes fell from the brunette back to the report he was typing up on his laptop. "Most likely the action caused a memory in him to stir and he was unsure of what was happening. That might have instigated a flashback to the night his team was killed, Ran did seem shaken."

Ken nodded, stepping over to the desk that Omi sat at. "He did say that it felt wrong, the action. It confused me at first, but then I was thinking…did Manx tell you how his first team was killed?"

"She said it was an explosion, didn't she?" Both looked over at Yohji. "Three were dead and one was missing, that Ran was the only survivor that they knew of."

Omi thought this over for a moment, sighing a moment later. "Well we don't know the full story and it's obvious that Ran doesn't remember."

Dark eyes strayed to the computer screen for a moment, before he looked back at the young blond. "Omi? What are you going to tell Kritiker about the mission?" When the assassin didn't respond, Ken breathed out. "Are you going to tell them what happened?"

Fingers paused on the keyboard as he thought over those words. "Ran, he has problems that can not be fully understood. I wish I could help him, seeing he is so much like myself." There was a pause as the blond breathed out. "I guess my point is this, it's not his fault that happened and we can't blame it on him. But we need to talk to Ran, make sure that this problem of his doesn't happen again." Ken nodded, agreeing to everything that he had said. "As to informing Kritiker, the mission was completed and no one was hurt, that is all they need to know for now."

"What happened wasn't his fault." Both assassins glanced over at the eldest Weiss member, one in shock as the other smiled at him. "Yeah, Omi talked to me while you were taking care of Ran. Manx told us right off that he might be a problem case, that we should help him. I guess I haven't been doing a good job of that, the helping part."

Omi nodded at his lover, touching the tanned arm of his friend. "We all need to help Ran work past…whatever is causing him to act like this. We need to be what he really needs right now; we need to be his friends. He has Kritiker giving him orders, constantly bugging him about remembering what happened. It's not fair that we are pressuring him and pointing out every wrong."

Ken couldn't help but smile at the two men. "So we help him more? I know he's a good person, he just has a bad past…well at least it seems like he does and I really want us to help him."

"We will help him Ken, and we will do it as a team."

"Thank you, Omi, Yohji." Both nodded at the brunette. "I'm gonna go back up, make sure he's okay."

They watched as the man ran up the stairs and out of the room. "We will do our part." Yohji whispered, the young blond looking over at him. "The question now, is will he be willing to accept the help we want to offer him. Nothing we do will matter if he isn't willing to listen, to open up to us and let us in."

Omi nodded in agreement, pressing the send button on his computer. "I think Ken will be a major part of the process, Ran is already opening up to him a bit." The two just sat there for a moment in silence, blue eyes falling on the longhaired brunette a moment later. "Yohji?"

Glancing towards the voice, he arched a brow. "What is it, sweetie?"

He pushed away from the desk, making his way across the room to his lover. Sitting down beside him on the couch, Omi leaned his head against the older mans shoulder. "Are we doing the right thing?"

Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. "You know we are." Yohji reached up, brushing long bangs out of Omi's eyes before kissing his cheek. "Ken really likes Ran," He whispered. "It would be hard on him if Kritiker decided to take him away now. I don't think our hot-tempered tiger would respond too well to that."

"You're right." Shrugging, the smaller assassin leaned against his lover. "I guess all we can do is take life one day at a time." He saw his lover nod in agreement with those words. "Ran will be okay, we will get all of this figured out."

Yohji couldn't help but smile at his lover's positive attitude. No matter the situation, he was constantly looking to the bright side of every predicament. "Yeah, we will all be fine."

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Muffled thuds echoed on the staircase as Ken made his way up to the training room and roof. After he had spoken with Yohji and Omi, he had been excited about their decision. He wanted Ran to know that they were all going to support him, help him, but the redhead had been missing from his room. After looking in the kitchen, living room and spare rooms, he figured the training room and roof were his last options. A tanned hand rested on the handle for a moment, before pulling it open. Ken walked up a few stairs into the main training room; it was empty as well. `I know he didn't leave, we would have heard him if he had left… then again, he is a quiet one.' Walking out of the room, he glanced up at the door that led to the roof. "Might as well check." He mumbled to himself, taking the last flight of stairs and pushed open the door.

Ran stood on the opposite side of the roof, looking towards the city. He had always liked heights, even when he was a child he had been drawn to the roof of his home, which often has ended with his mother throwing a fit. But it had been so beautiful back then, the shades of a sunrise or the hues of the sunset, the stars at night as they gave what little light they could to the darkness. But then there was the other side of him, the side that wanted the heights for another purpose. There was something about it that called to him, standing at the edge, knowing if he took one more step it could mean his death. Of course when he had been a child, those dark thoughts had never crossed his mind. `There is a sense of freedom when I am like this, like I can't be hurt.' He thought, wondering why he felt that way. Ran could feel a memory pulling at his mind as it tried to crawl to the surface, but it never came, staying just out of reach.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a coat out here?" The redhead frowned as that voice pulled him out of his thoughts and banished the memories he was trying so hard to remember. "Well, if you are gonna stand out here, do you want me to bring you a coat?" He then asked; Ran turned to meet the dark eyes of the one who spoke to him.

One scarlet brow arched in question, glancing over the brunette's clothes. "You aren't wearing one." He then said, violet hues looking back out over the city.

Ken breathed out, looking down at his T-shirt and jeans. `Yeah, well that makes sense…in a way that doesn't. Man, I'm an idiot!' Walking over to where the redhead stood so he could stand beside the silent man, looking out over the city. "What are you looking at?" He whispered, for some reason it seemed wrong to be speaking at the moment.

"The night."

He nodded, glancing in the direction of the violet eyes. "It really is pretty up here, I never took the time to look around." Ran glanced at him for a moment before looking away once again. Ken couldn't help but sigh as he leaned against the short wall that separated him from a three-story fall. "You like being alone, don't you?"

"I don't know." Once again he looked at the slightly shorter man beside him. "Why…" Dark eyes met his, causing him to look away once again, glancing over the city before him.

The brunette pouted, resting a hand on the pale one beside him on the wall. "Why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

Ken's face reddened at those words, pulling his hand away. "Oh, that…" Breathing out, he shrugged as his eyes fell to the roof below him. "I don't know, when you didn't answer I was scared. I guess seeing that you were okay, it was such a relief and I overreacted."

"That was the reason?" He whispered, confusion once again setting in. He didn't believe the man's words, not when his kiss had said so much more to him. But then again the man seemed nervous, so Ran didn't take the words in defense. "I thought there might have been more to it than that."

Playing with the hem of his shirt, chocolate eyes glanced up at the last sentence the redhead had whispered. "Did you want it to mean more?" He asked, knowing that was probably the stupidest thing he could have asked. Deep purple eyes fell closed as Ran let out a sigh, shaking his head a moment later. "I'm sorry Ran, is that what you want me to say?"

"No, I don't need you to say anything."

The tanned assassin huffed at those words, turning to look back over the city. "You know I just don't get you sometimes, Ran!" He growled. "You totally intrigue me sometimes and at other times you flat out annoy me!" Those words made the redhead look up, actually interested in the man's ranting. "I want to get to know you better, but then there are times that it seems like you deliberately push people away, I don't get it! I wish you would explain it to me, because I don't know how you want me to act when I am near you. You are so hot and cold and I keep thinking that I'm going to say something wrong and you are going to hate me!"

"I see." He answered, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Someone once told me, cast emotions aside, cast love aside, cast vengeance aside and then you will be at peace."

Ken frowned at that. "Who told you crap like that?"

"Crap?" He couldn't help but frown at those words, ready to snap at the brunette beside him. Then it hit him, he honestly couldn't remember who had said those words to him. A second ago it had been so clear, he could hear the voice echoing in his head, then it was gone. He wanted to cry, to break down and voice his frustration, but he couldn't and he didn't know why. "I can't remember." He said simply a moment later.

Those words made Ken sigh; here he was picking a fight with a man who couldn't defend himself. `How pathetic is that.' He turned, glancing at the man beside him. Watching him for a moment, Ken reached out, laying one tanned hand over the redhead's own. "I'm sorry about that...what I said a moment ago."

"Don't be, I suppose I am used to it." Violet eyes looked down at the hand covering his own, an emotion running though him he couldn't place. Pulling his hand away from the wall and Ken's gentle hold, he looked up to meet his eyes. "I don't want you worrying about me anymore."

"But Ran, I...we..."

The roof door banged open as Yohji stuck his head out, green eyes finally spotting the two men. "Are you crazy? You trying to freeze to death up here?" Ken frowned; Ran only looked away, his eyes once again gazing over the city. "Come on, Manx is here to talk."

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Manx looked up, pale green eyes glancing over the last two members of Weiss; one being the exact person she had come looking for. She knew it could have waited, telling Ran what Persia and she suspected; but there was a fear inside. A fear that nagged at her and wouldn't leave her alone, a singular sense that told the informant something wasn't right and it all revolved around the one person she had promised to protect. "I'm glad you are all here, we need to speak about a situation that was just brought to our attention."

"What's wrong, Manx?"

She glanced over at Omi, frowning as she did so. "Kritiker has received the results of the Kyoto incident, that is why I am here."

"Results?"

"Yes, Ran." He frowned, obviously wondering what she meant by those words. "Kritiker had sent a team down to analyze everything that was left in the home your group lived in. They have been down there the last month going though the files and your team's belongings. We now have an idea of what occurred and it happens to be the one suspicion we were hoping against." She looked back to Ran, taking a few steps towards him.

Pulling out his pack of cigarettes, Yohji glances at the woman. "So, what happened?"

"Before I continue, I need to know one thing. Ran, have you remembered anything yet?"

He shook his head, breathing out as he did so. Ran knew that Manx and Kritiker were looking to him to put the pieces of puzzle together, but he just couldn`t do it. "I keep getting flashes, feelings…but as soon as I get them they are gone."

"That isn't what I wanted to hear, but it can't be helped." Manx responded, sitting down on the couch. "I don't know what to tell you Ran, Kritiker doesn't blame you for this situation and it isn't your fault you can't remember."

The redhead kneeled down, taking her hands in his. For a slight moment, she could have sworn she saw worry and what was akin to fear flash across his eyes, before fading to a deep purple void. "What has happened? What did Kritiker find up in Kyoto that has you so stressed out?"

Jade eyes fell closed, her hold tightening on the pale hands in her grasp. "This isn't going to be something that you want to hear Ran, but it must be said." There was a pause as she ran the words though her head once again, but they still sounded false to her. "Kritiker believes this was an inside job, that Kikyou was involved with the destruction of the Kyoto team." She saw the shock in his eyes as he took those words in. "It is the only explanation, the team was killed by a sword before the explosion occurred. You are the only one alive who knows how to use a sword; Kikyou is missing and can as well. Ran, you barely escaped that place alive, that only leaves Kikyou as the suspect."

"No…" Pulling away from her, he stood taking a few involuntary steps back. "Impossible, he…t-they were my team! None of us would have ever done anything…no I won't believe that is what happened!"

"Ran, listen to me." She pleaded, standing to walk towards him. "We found a letter that Shion was going to send, he said that Kikyou had been acting odd as of late. He said he was afraid that Kikyou was having problems and had trepidations for him and the team."

"No."

"Shion had also suggested that the team go though an evaluation, he never would have said these things if something wasn't wrong on your team, Ran!" The redhead stepped away from her, his back hitting the wall as he slid down to the floor cradling his head in his hands. "Ran, please tell me what happened with you, with all of them? Persia believes something was going in with all of you, but he won't tell me."

Shaking his head, pale hands tightened, pulling at his hair. "I don't remember!" He snapped, slamming his head into the wall behind him. "Why can't all of you just leave me alone? I don't know what happened, I can't remember, I can't remember…"

"Stop!" Ken yelled, falling down beside the redhead, pulling him into his arms. "He doesn't remember, just leave him alone! If he knew he would tell you, coming in here telling him things like this…Manx it isn't fair."

"If he doesn't remember, than how can he say Kikyou didn't do this?" She responded.

The brunette growled as Ran stiffened in his arms at those words. "Please, just leave him alone right now." Manx was about to respond, when Ken looked up at her. "Please, Manx?"

She simply nodded, walking towards the stairs. "Watch him, if Kikiyou did do it, he may come back looking for Ran. We need to keep him alive, he's the only thing we have left of that group. If he dies we may never know the truth of what happened up there." With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Yohji breathed out, looking at the man in Ken's arms. "That was…odd."

"But logical, if he did do it…which I'm not saying he did." Omi whispered. "He might feel that his personal mission isn't complete until Ran is dead."

Ken sighed, coaxing the pale hands to release his hair. "You're hurting yourself Ran, please stop?" After a moment his hands fell away as he buried his face into the brunette's chest. Ken simply smiled at the man, brushing tanned fingers though the scarlet locks. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise you."

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