Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Intro: Ran ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: They are cute…I wanna keep them, but unfortunately they have put up a restraining order against me! -____-;;

Pairing: Ken/Ran Yohji/Omi (more pairings possible later)

Rating: R (Why you ask? Ah I'm not sure yet but I think it has something to do with the pairings.)

Schu: O_o Baka…

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` These are thoughts '

" This is spoken "

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Isa: Here we are again, Schu is being such a good boy! *tosses him chocolate cookies*

Schu: *turns chibi and munches on the cookies*

Isa: Well I hope you like this chapter, and thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter! ^___^

Schu: MORE COOKIES! *chibi pouts*

Isa: *sighs and tosses him more cookies* Well at least he isn't teasing me!

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Chapter Two

Yohji looked over at the brunette who was just finishing up pulling in the last few pots from outside. "I think Manx is just trying to help him Ken, you heard her? She said the guys had it pretty rough and this may not be a permanent thing."

"Do I care?" He snapped, sighing a moment later when he saw the hurt look on the longhaired assassin. "I'm sorry Yohji, I just…I really didn't want another person in Weiss. I don't care if it's for a day or for a year!" There was silence for a moment as the two assassins finished cleaning up the shop from their day job. "I guess I am just afraid he's going to come in here…Omi, you or I will like him then he will die too!" Pulling down the shutters, Ken growled. "I'm sick of making friends…just to lose them."

"I know how you feel."

Chocolate eyes meet deep green as he sighed. "Do you really?" The eldest Weiss nodded, pulling out a cigarette. "Yohji…I don't know if I can be this man's friend."

Sticking the cigarette into his mouth, he pulled back his hair thinking over those words for a moment. "You do what you need to do Ken, remember we are your friends…Omi and I."

"I know."

"Ken! Yohji!" They heard the door bang as the youngest of their group ran down the stairs into the shop. "That was Manx on the phone, our new teammate will be here tonight. I think that maybe this time around it might be better, you know?"

"Always the optimistic one, no wonder I love you!" Omi blushed at the eldest assassins words; Yohji just smirked. "Ok, so the new guy comes tonight."

The brunette looked from Omi to Yohji, shaking his head as the man flirted with the blond. After a moment he sighed, shrugging. "Great, and in a few months he will be dead and we will be three again!"

Omi shook his head as he brushed back blond bangs from his eyes. "Ken, please don't be so negative about this. I know we didn't want another teammate but we have to have one. Now let's just try to be nice to him and hopefully we can all get along!" The youngest Weiss grinned, then ran back for the upper levels of their home. "I need to make sure his room is ready!"

"Well, at least Omi is excited about this."

"Omi is excited about everything." Ken answered under his breath, tossing the keys to Yohji so he could put them away. "Fine, we got a new guy coming…I'll be good but don't expect me to like him!"

Grinning, the man winked. "I don't expect anything from you but for you to be a good boy."

"Oh, ha ha…you are really funny."

"Don't I know it?"

The brunette couldn't help but smile. "Oh I'm sure all your women tell you that everyday."

Green eyes narrowed, but Ken could tell it was in a playful manner. "At least I got a woman."

"No, you have like five hundred women Yohji." There was silence for a moment, then both men grinned making their way upstairs to their living quarters.

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Ran sighed, looking across the road at the building that stood there. To him, covering as flower shop boys was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard of. Then again he wasn't going to complain in the least, as long as it got him out of that hospital. `I had forgotten how much I hate those places.' He thought to himself. He would have felt a lot better if Manx had been able to accompany him, but something had come up at the last minute. `They need her more than I do, I suppose. Though I would have liked her to be here…three against one is not the kind of odds I like.' Shaking his head, he got back into his car and pulled in behind the building.

Inside the residence Yohji looked up at Omi ran down the stairs. "Someone just pulled up but I don't recognize the car!" He yelled, running for the back door. Ken and Yohji exchanged a look, standing to follow the youngest Weiss. "Wow, nice car!"

Yohji looked out the window, shrugging. "My car is much nicer." He muttered, seeing Ken grin at the comment. "It's true!"

"Yeah we all know that your car is the best." He responded, rolling his eyes as the made their way down the stairs. The two entered the room just in time to see Omi pull open the door, startling the man on the opposite side.

Deep purple eyes widened as the door flew open before him, taking an involuntary step back he looked down at the small blond before him. `He's only a child, what is Manx thinking? What kind of group is this?' He had never heard of Weiss, though Manx had told him they were one of the top assassin teams in Kritiker. `Supposedly, they just have problems keeping fourth members.'

The blond haired, blue eyed boy before him smiled as he held out his hand to greet him. "Hello! I'm Omi, I'm sure Manx told you about us…right?" When the silent man before him didn't respond, he dropped his hand back to his side. "Your name is Ran, correct?" The redhead simply nodded as Omi looked over the newest member of his team. Blood tinged bandage crisscrossed his forehead; while cuts and scrapes covered his face. From the way he was standing the blond could tell there were other injuries as well. `Why would Kritiker and Manx send us an injured teammate?' He wondered, looking back up at the deeply colored eyes. "Well where is your stuff?"

"My car." He answered, his voice was deep and cool. The leader of Weiss could tell this man was used to hiding his emotions from others. "I want…wanted to make sure I was in the right place."

Nodding, Omi stepped to the side as he motioned their newest member to come into the house. "It's raining and you look cold, that can't be good for your injuries. Why don't you come in?" Ran nodded, stepping into the back room of the flower shop. His gaze immediately fell on the other two men that were standing by the stairs on the opposite wall. "Guys, this is our new team mate! Ran, that is Yohji…and the one behind him is Ken."

The eldest Weiss nodded as he pulled out a cigarette. "So you're the new boy that Kritiker sent us, huh?" Violet eyes narrowed, a slight growl coming from the pale throat. "Hey! I meant to our group…you are easily offended aren't you?" The man asked, popping the cigarette into his mouth. "But you are an odd looker…you are Japanese, correct?"

"Why?"

"I just don't see many redheads around, and your hair is…really red. Maybe you color it?"

"Yohji!" The brunette standing behind him on the stairs whapped him on the back of the head. Yohji simply chuckled, shrugging as he looked back at the other man. "Why are you always so rude?"

"I was just asking, Ken!"

Dark chocolate eyes fell closed as the tanned assassin shook his head at the eldest of them. After a moment his eyes reopened as he walked over to his newest member. `I guess I should be nice, looks like he feels really out of place here. I supposed I'll just wait and see how he works out before I really get to know him.' Smiling at the redhead, Ken held out his hand. "My name is Ken, just ignore Yohji he doesn't have manners like normal people."

"Hey!"

Omi could only laugh at the comment. "It's true, we need to teach you the finer points of etiquette again!" He looked back over at Ken and the redhead, seeing him drop his hand to his side. `He doesn't seem very friendly, but Manx had said something about him being though a rough patch. Maybe he's still uptight from that, I'll give him some time.' Grinning once again, he ran past the two towards the stairs. "Come on, we should finish dinner, I'm sure Ran is hungry! Then we can help him bring his things into the house."

"So demanding!" Yohji purred as an arm reached out, wrapping around the smaller boys waist. "I love it when you tell me what to do!"

A blush broke out across the blond's cheeks. "Yohji, you flirt!" Poking the man in the side, Omi ran up the stairs, Yohji close behind him.

"I'm not flirting, how many times do I have to tell you that!"

Ken laughed, shaking his head at the two as they disappeared. "I'm sorry about them." When the man beside him didn't respond, Ken looked back over at him. He was watching the stairs, a half dazed look about him as if he wasn't really seeing what was going on. Reaching out, he laid a hand on the man's arm, seeing him flinch as he pulled away. "Sorry, I wanted to make sure you were ok?" Pain flashed across the purple orbs before being hidden once again. "Ran?"

He blinked, pulling himself out from his chaotic mind. "I'm fine." With that he walked towards the stairs, Ken a few steps behind him. `Manx, what have you gotten me into?' He thought to himself as he walked upstairs to where the other two men were waiting.

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"You don't like him?" She looked at the three men before her, frowning for a moment. Manx had told Ran she needed to speak to the three men alone before she spoke with him. "What could he have done in under twenty-four hours?"

The blond shook his head, gaining her attention. "No, he hasn't done anything." He replied. "It's just…well he acts a bit odd and he seems really quiet. You know us, we are loud and running around all the time...so we don't hate him. I guess he's just different from what we are used to."

The woman nodded, understanding what they meant. She knew that people who didn't know Ran found his attitude very standoffish and many people had complained about it before. `They have to understand that this isn't Ran, he's not always like this!' But in a way she knew this was how he was now, things had changed him over the past few years. Ran had grown quieter and started to push people away from him, but it was more of a protection for his mind and not that of disliking or distrust. "I know he seems…different, but he's not always like this. Situations have made him like that, especially in the last few months."

Yohji ran a hand though his hair, looking over at Weiss's informant. "What could have possibly happened to him to close him off like that?"

"Also, how did he get all those injuries?" Ken added, leaning his chin into his hands. "He has them everywhere!"

The blond stood, walking up to her. "I was going to ask the same thing, why send up a wounded team member?"

Manx sighed, leaning back against the wall. "Last question first." She said, crossing her arms. "Weiss is going to be put on hold." The three assassin looked at her, shock plain on their faces. "We want you to get acquainted with Ran, get him to trust you so you four can work as a team."

"You want this to be a permanent thing." Omi said, confirming what he already knew. "If he can live long enough, he is going to be a permanent member of Weiss."

She nodded. "I have no doubts in Ran's ability to survive, he will be your forth member." Walking over to her purse, Manx pulled out the file on him and handed it to the youngest Weiss. "His code name will be Abyssinian, Omi I want him to take over Weiss."

"What?" The assassins yelled in unison.

She looked at all three men, then breathed out. "Persia believes that Omi has unneeded stress upon him. He may be an assassin, but he is also a seventeen-year-old boy who…by law has to be in school. Believe me, Ran's is more than qualified to run an assassin group."

"Yeah, sure." The eldest Weiss said. "That's why he looks like a fucking truck ran him over."

The redhead nodded. "And he survived…which brings me to your other questions. Ran was with another assassin group, as of yet we do not know what went wrong. We weren't in contact with them for about six months and suddenly everything we had built was destroyed.

Ken shook his head, not really understanding what she meant. "What happened Manx?"

"All we know right now is that one of our top undercover teams was torn apart, three are dead, one is missing and one made it out alive…but barely."

All three assassins exchanged a looked, then Ken breathed out. "I'm guessing Ran is the one that made it out?"

"Yes." She responded. "Ran had been with them from day one of coming to Kritiker. In the blink of an eye, and for no explainable reason his whole team has been destroyed. Ran, unfortunately is the only one who knows what happened. The doctors say his suffering from some form of forced amnesia, he doesn't want to remember so Ran's blocked it away. As much as I would love to just leave him be and let him put the situation behind him, Kritiker needs to know what went wrong."

"Poor Ran." Omi whispered, blue eyes falling closed. "You think if we can get him to trust us, maybe we can get him to remember what happened?"

Manx nodded once again, green eyes falling on each member. "Please, I need your help? Ran…that man isn't Ran, not the Ran that I knew. He doesn't trust and he's locked himself away from everyone. Something happened and he's changed drastically, we need to know." Her back hit the wall as she looked over at Omi. "When he first woke up he was still drugged, he said something about…whoever attacked them had been someone they knew. Though I hate to even think of this as a possibility Kritiker believes the team was torn apart from the inside. That the person who destroyed Ran's team was one of the members."

Ken shook his head, chocolate eyes closing. "He's not going to trust very easily if that is the case Manx. How many people do you know can just accept another team when you were just betrayed by one?"

"I don't know Ken, but please can you try?" She whispered, knowing that he would have the most problem with this. "I'm sorry to bring you such a problem case as a new partner, but believe me; Ran is a great assassin." The three members of Weiss looked at one another, slowly nodding. Manx let out a sigh of relief, pushing her body away from the wall that supported her. "Thank you."

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Blue eyes opened slowly, looking over towards the alarm clock sitting on his dresser then cringed as he pulled the blankets back to cover his head. 'I would wake up at five in the morning on the one day I don't have to do anything!' A few minutes passed before Omi realized that he wouldn't be falling back asleep anytime soon, giving into his fate the blond pulled himself out of bed. 'I guess I can work on those files that Manx brought over last night.' They might not have been active, but Manx still found uses for Omi's hacking skills. Stumbling out of his room, the youngest assassin made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen doors. Entering the doorway, Omi paused looking towards the table. The newest member of Weiss sat there, a cup of coffee on the table before him as he stared blankly at the wall. "Ran?" When the man said nothing, the blond walked over and laid his hand on the man's shoulder.

The redhead flinched, pulling away from the touch. Omi took an involuntary step back as the older man looked up at him. "What?" He whispered, looking away from the blond a moment later.

When he saw that Ran wasn't going to snap at him, or flash him that glare they had grown so use to over the past few weeks, he pulled out a chair and sat down. "How long have you been down here?" Omi whispered, seeing the violet eyes glance over at him.

"What time is it?" He asked, looking down at the coffee cup sitting on the table. Obviously it had been a while, seeing that his drink was no longer hot.

Omi shrugged. "It's just after five in the morning." He answered, seeing the man's eyes slide closed as he leaned back into the chair. "I couldn't sleep anymore and came down to work on those files that Manx had brought over yesterday." When Ran didn't respond, the younger assassin sighed. 'He's not really opening up to us at all, but then again Ken keeps shooting him looks every time he walks into a room. Maybe they don't like each other? Maybe they are just being stupid? I know Yohji doesn't care…but I really want to! Maybe I should just face that fact that this isn't such a great idea, him being here with us. Maybe I'm just an idiot for thinking up all of this?' Frowning at his train of thought, he looked back at Ran. "So?"

Breathing out, his eyes fell on the blond. "So?"

"How long have you been down here?" He asked once again.

"I'm not sure." He responded, standing to pour out the now cold coffee. "I couldn't sleep."

The younger man couldn't help but smile; usually their silent companion didn't volunteer information like that. "What was wrong?" He then asked, wondering if maybe the man actually wanted to talk this time. "Bad dreams?"

Ran turned, his hand rising to rub the fading scar across his forehead. "I can't really remember...it seemed more like memories." He said, surprising even himself. 'Why am I telling him this?' He thought, seeing the young man smile even more. 'Is this what he wanted? Just to get to know me, to have me talk to him? Why do they even care?'

"Do you think your memories are coming back?" There was an excitement that the redhead couldn't quite place. "I am sure that would make Manx and Kritiker very happy!"

"I don't know."

Nodding, Omi jumped out of his seat and made his way over to the fridge. "I'm going to make some breakfast, would you like me to make you something?"

"No." The blond frowned; inwardly Ran couldn't help but sigh. "Thank you." He then finished, reaching up once again to rub the scar. "I'm just tired, I'm going to go back upstairs." Turning to walk out of the room, a hand closed around his wrist a moment later. He paused, looking back down at the youngest member of Weiss.

"Here!" The silent redhead looked down at what the man was holding, taking it a moment later. "You keep rubbing your head, I thought you might have a headache. You should take a few of those and go get more sleep, lucky for you the store is closed today!" Nodding, he walks out of the room and up the stairs before disappearing from view. 'Maybe there is hope for you yet, Fujimiya Ran.'

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Yohji shook his head as dark eyes narrowed. "You are being really stubborn about this KenKen."

"I am not!" He snapped, glaring at the man. "He is the stubborn one and I don't like him...and don't call me KenKen!"

Yohji rolled his head back, meeting the blue eyes of the blond. "See, stubborn." He heard Ken growl again, smiling back at the youngest assassin. "Hot tempered too, and to think you two didn't like me when I first came." A slight pout crossed his lips, as he gave the young man his best -pity me- look.

"We liked you." Omi whispered, a slight blush crossing his cheek. He always got like this when Yohji gave him that look. 'He's always flirting with me, but I don't know if he's serious or not...he says he is.' But the logical side of his brain kept telling him that Yohji was nothing but a big playboy.

Ken nodded. "We just thought you were a big loser."

Omi sighed while Yohji just sat there with a smirk on his face. "Now, now KenKen...don't get all grouchy with me cuz the Ice Princess pisses you off!"

"Ice Princess?"

Both men looked back at Omi, Ken frowned while Yohji just shrugged. "Yeah its the playboy's new name for Ran." He said, seeing the blond shake his head. "I don't use it, just Mr. Idiot here does. Then again I try not to talk to the man at all. Come on Omi, he's like the prick of the universe? He's like...I don't know, I can't even compare him to something!"

"He's not that bad!" The youngest man finally snapped, sick of all this bickering and teasing. "Something bad happened to him and teasing him, calling him names..." He shot a look at Yohji. "None of this is going to make him trust us more! Now I talked to him this morning, he didn't say much but I think his memories might be returning. He said he couldn't sleep because of bad dreams or something."

Yohji snickered at the look that crossed Ken's face. "What? Shocked that the redhead actually has feelings and emotions? How many times do I have to tell you this...redheads are odd. But they have this hidden fire in them and they are great in bed!" He couldn't help but laugh when the tanned assassin blushed, covering his face with his hand. "Aww, KenKen's got a crush!"

"I DO NOT!!" He yelled, grabbing a pillow and smacking the man a few times.

"Ran..." Yohji looked up at Omi, then to the stairs as Ken stopped pounding him with the pillow. The redhead stood there, one brow arched with an expression none of them had ever seen before. "Did you get any sleep this time?" The blond asked, hopping over to the silent man's side. "Did the medicine help?"

Nodding, he walked down the remaining stepped to stand beside the blond. "Thank you." He then said, violet eyes falling on the other two assassins. "What is going on here?" Both men looked at one another for a moment, Yohji smiling at him while Ken tossed the pillow back onto the couch. Ran watched as the tanned man walk over, sitting down in a chair. 'He doesn't like me, I can tell by the way he looks at me. Then again I don't think any of them really like me.' Breathing out, dark purple eyes closed. "Maybe this was a mistake."

"What?"

"Me..." He answered. "I think I was a mistake, my coming into your group. I'm going to speak to Manx, ask her to remove me." All three men looked at him, the shock plain on their faces. "I'm sorry for being a problem to you, disrupting your home." With that he turned, walking out of the mission room.

The three assassins just stared at the staircase for a moment, then Yohji shook his head. "What the fuck?"

"I don't know." Omi whispered, suddenly concerned.

The brunette breathed out, standing. "Maybe we should go talk to him?"

"Wow." Dark eyes met green. "KenKen is actually concerned for the prick? Hurry, call an ambulance I think I'm gonna have a heart attack!" A pillow once again smacked Yohji across the face.

"Don't call me KenKen!" He snapped. "Asshole..." With that said, Ken followed the redhead out of the room.

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kami: Yoroshiku minna-san! Kami-chan desu! Isa-chan no tomodachi desu!

Schu: Will you PLEASE stop showing off?!

kami: Iie!

Schu: Why? WHY? Why must you murder the language?

kami: Nihon-go ga suki desu!

Ken: ^^;; At least she tries

kami: ... >.< Damnit, how do you say, "leave a review for Isa-chan" in

Japanese?

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