Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Second Calling ❯ Life and Dreams ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Hey everyone here's another chapter. ^_^ It must have been all those wonderful reviews that inspired me. Anyway there is some Gravitation as promised, hopefully it will begin to make more sense now, well enjoy. ^_^
(Author's Note): In this chapter Omi tackles what every college student dreads, final exams! Also Manx stops by with a mission, but why is Omi the only one she wants?
The plot thickens. ^_~
Disclaimer: I do not now nor will I ever own Gravitation or Weiss Kreuz, oh well.
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Chapter 1: Life and Dreams
Annoyed grunts and the clatter of dishes followed Omi as he left the kitchen shortly after dinner. Since he and Aya-chan had cooked, Yohji and Ken had been elected by Ran to do the dishes. Snickering at the scene of Yohji with his arms elbow deep in soapy water and Ken drying the dishes while trying not to break them, he headed up to his room to start his studying.
The wee hours of the morning found Omi trying to keep his eyes open and finish his studying for the two final exams he had the next day, or was it today? Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs Omi decided he needed a strong cup of coffee to wake him up, after all it was only 2 a.m. he still had hours of productive study time left.
Quietly walking to the kitchen he only noticed the lights were on as he approached the door. Peeking in Omi gave a crooked smile at seeing that he was not alone in the torture of cramming for finals. Ran was seated at the kitchen table, books scattered across the tabletop and a warm mug of coffee in hand. He looked up to spare Omi a glance and a welcome grunt and then proceeded back to his reading.
Not daring to disturb Ran when he was studying, which Omi knew was an instant death sentence; he quickly filled a mug with the ambrosia of any college student during finals, coffee. Then proceeded to leave the kitchen as quickly and quietly as he had come.
Morning found Omi asleep, face crammed into a book and a half full mug of stone cold coffee on the desk beside him. His first coherent thought upon returning to consciousness was that he was thankful that his first exam was not until noon.
From the noise in the hallway Omi knew that Ran was not so lucky, and was at the moment using the shower so he could make his 8 a.m. exam. Deciding he was better off awake then trying to sleep now, but not wanting to study more yet, Omi turned his computer on and let it warm up while he proceeded back to the kitchen to trade his cold, stale coffee for some fresh warm brew.
On his return to his computer Omi noticed he had an urgent e-mail from Kirshiker and Manx. This of course was a surprise, since it had been almost 2 years since anything of that nature had been sent. Deciding to read it first before he told the others, Omi opened the e-mail and proceeded to read.
Five minutes later found Omi frantically trying to call Manx, after reading her letter to him. His thoughts were a jumble, 'this is impossible, not now, not when my life is finally turning out normal' he thought.
When reading the letter Omi had first thought that Manx was sending a mission for Weiss and that the team was back to being active; or better yet that she was mailing him to give the good news that Kirshiker had finally decided to disband Weiss, and that he and the others could now get on with living their lives.
No, that had not been what was written. True there had been orders for a mission, like Omi had predicted, however they were not orders for Weiss. The orders and the mission that came with them were for a boy named Shuichi. That was a name that Omi had definitely never expected to hear again, and was now worrying him more then he thought possible.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Omi headed to the parking lot where he saw Ran's car waiting for him. Both of them having two exams that day, Ran had told Omi earlier that morning that he would wait for him after exams ended and they would head home together. Both were tired, hungry and happy that their finals were over.
Omi stifled a smirk when he took a seat in Ran's car. Despite his desire to appear as if he was cool and collected, Ran looked haggard and exhausted. Smiling at Ran, Omi offered to drive so that Ran could nap, he wasn't too surprised when the only answer he received was a disgruntled snort as the car left the parking lot. Ran never let anyone drive his car, and even Aya-chan had to beg if she wanted to practice her driving in that particular vehicle.
Deciding that talking might help him forget the fact that when he got home Manx would be waiting for him, Omi tried to start a conversation with Ran. So how were your exams? Were they hard? Mine were really long, I'm glad that finals are over, aren't you?
Ran's seemingly universal answer to Omi's numerous questions was a sigh and a roll of his eyes, and a simple yes.
Any normal person would find this rude or simply unkind, but Omi as well as the others in Weiss were used to Ran's behavior and the fact that Omi had received any verbal answer at all, taking into consideration Ran's current condition was testament to their close relationship as family. Aya-chan was still trying to get used to her brother's more quiet nature and often would not react well to her sibling's seemingly cold nature. Omi as well as the others knew that Ran was trying to change, and that it would be a good deal of time before he and Aya would have the tight relationship they had once had. Too much had happened to him, between his sister's coma, their parent's deaths and Ran's life with Kirshiker.
The two weary students were met at home by Aya-chan and a wonderful meal set out just for them. As Ran sat down to eat and listen to his sister chat on and on about how she had to keep Yohji and Ken away from the food, and how Yohji had tried to beg her to take on his shift for the day so he could go out on a date; Omi piled some food onto a plate and grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator. As he turned to leave the kitchen a familiar red headed woman met him at door.
Manx smiled at the tired and yet surprised look on Omi's face as she caught him headed down to the flower shop with his lunch. She hadn't been surprised when she had received his panicked stricken phone call earlier that morning. The redhead had expected as much when Omi read the mission file she had mailed him. It wasn't something she wanted to dump on his shoulders, not now that he was finally aloud the chance to live his life, but Shuichi was needed and Omi was the only agent who could fill those shoes.
Ushering Manx down to the mission room so that they could talk in private, Omi told a curious Ken and Yohji that he would fill them in on what happened when their shift ended and Aya agreed to keep the two bakas from interrupting whatever they needed to speak about.
Sighing as he sat down on the over stuffed leather sofa Omi took the large manila folder from Manx as she offered it to him. As Omi opened the folder to receive his instructions and orders for the long-term mission, Manx took a seat next to him as he read through the folder's contents.
Deep and expressive blue eyes widened as he read the script on the papers, the boy assassin's head shot up as he looked imploringly at Manx. You want to reassign me to a new partner! You can't do that Manx, I belong with Weiss, I belong with them, they are my family.
Smiling with sympathy Manx put her hand on the teens shoulder, in a small semblance of comfort as she replied; I'm sorry Omi but you are the only one who can be Shuichi, and you know that, the reassignment is not forever, when the mission is over you can come back.
Clearly angry Omi shifted out of Manx's grasp, what are they supposed to do while I'm gone, none of them can hack files or use a computer like I can, and you know that. Are they even going to have missions, tell me that at least?
Smiling at Omi's concern and protective attitude for his fellow team members Manx nodded hear head. Yes Omi they will have missions; despite what you all thought Kirshiker has decided that you are all to valuable to just let go of. While you are gone a temporary agent will be assigned to the others to help with computer related issues and to be back up on missions. When you return the agent will be pulled out of the group and reassigned. Please say yes to the mission, we need you, Hiro needs you.
Omi's eyes widened from the angry slits they had been to impossibly huge spheres that almost engulfed his face. Hiro, my old partner, he's in on this too!
Yes he is, and he's very anxious to work with you again, Manx smirked at Omi's gaping expression, in the back of her mind the resemblance to a fish registered as she watched the boy's face.
Shaking his head at the implications of working with his old partner again, Omi closed the folder after returning its contents. Can you give me some time to think about this, and even if I do accept I need time to prepare, I have a life now Manx I'm not in high school anymore, I have to get leave from the university and you know I haven't sang in years.
Nodding her head Manx stood up to leave and turned to Omi before she headed up the stairs, You have 48 hours to decide, no more time than that I'm sorry, but we need to start preparations for the mission as soon as possible, and don't worry about school Omi, I'll take care of everything. Remember, don't tell the other's about this, I will give them what information I deem necessary for them to know, they can't interfere with this.
At Omi's consenting nod the red headed bombshell turned to leave, but before she did she turned suddenly with one last question, you have kept up with your song writing all these years haven't you?
A knowing laugh escaped Omi's lips before he could even stop it; yes of course I have, you know it's like a second calling.
Two days later found Omi packing his things for his temporary stay at a Hiro's apartment, where he would meet his partner and prepare for his new identity that he would be using for the next several months to a year. A familiar black leather journal was removed from its hiding place under the floor boards of Omi's room.
This book meant the world to the young assassin it was a symbol of the hope Omi had that he was meant for more then just killing, that he could create and not just destroy. Ever since he was little Omi had loved music. His training with Kirshiker had not left time for the boy assassin to learn to play any instruments, so Omi used the only instrument he had, his voice. Song writing had come naturally for the boy. It was a comfort on the cold nights when he was lonely and missed having a family or any real friend, he would write his feelings down and eventually they would form into songs.
This had been going on for years, even before he had joined Weiss Omi had written songs in his little black journal and kept them as testament that he was more then just a tool for Kirshiker. Maybe someday he would put this life behind him and his songs would be there when that day came. Secretly Omi had always dreamed of being a professional singer, to be in the spotlight instead of hiding in the shadows. To be recognized for something other then a mission completed successfully, a computer system hacked, or a target eliminated. Omi wanted more, and his songs gave him a hope that such a thing was possible.
Yes, he would complete this mission that Manx had set in front of him, it was like any other mission she had given him before, it was an obstacle in the path to his future and he would overcome it as he had all the others. Then he would return to his family and finish college, then when he had his education completed and paid for he would do the one thing he had always wanted to. He would say no. He would go to Manx and Kirshiker and refuse any more missions, he would resign from Weiss and he would go out in the world and pursue the dream he kept hidden beneath the facade of a killer. Omi would be a singer by one given name or by Shuichi, another given name. After all a name meant little to a boy who had given up his true name the night Ran had claimed he was not a Taketori anymore.
Smiling at that thought and lovingly placing the journal between the folds his clothing, where curious eyes wouldn't discover it, Omi fastened the suitcase he had packed and grabbed his computer bag. Closing the door to his room knowing he would not see it again for another year, he turned to go. All the while in the back of his mind hoping that his temporary replacement won't mess up his room too much; Omi headed downstairs to say goodbye to his teammates, his family and his friends.
A smile and a simple whisper slipped passed Omi's lips on his decent down the staircase, I wonder if Hiro can still play that guitar of his.....
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TBC
Well that's it for now. ^_^ Hiro and possibly others will appear in the next chapter so stay tuned. And as for character pairings, this will definitely have an Omi-Shuichi/Yuki pairing, but as for the other characters, I have no idea?!?! I know! Why don't you let me know what you like and that might spawn some pairings? ^_~
As always your comments and reviews inspire me so keep them coming. Thanks ^_^
(Author's Note): In this chapter Omi tackles what every college student dreads, final exams! Also Manx stops by with a mission, but why is Omi the only one she wants?
The plot thickens. ^_~
Disclaimer: I do not now nor will I ever own Gravitation or Weiss Kreuz, oh well.
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Chapter 1: Life and Dreams
Annoyed grunts and the clatter of dishes followed Omi as he left the kitchen shortly after dinner. Since he and Aya-chan had cooked, Yohji and Ken had been elected by Ran to do the dishes. Snickering at the scene of Yohji with his arms elbow deep in soapy water and Ken drying the dishes while trying not to break them, he headed up to his room to start his studying.
The wee hours of the morning found Omi trying to keep his eyes open and finish his studying for the two final exams he had the next day, or was it today? Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs Omi decided he needed a strong cup of coffee to wake him up, after all it was only 2 a.m. he still had hours of productive study time left.
Quietly walking to the kitchen he only noticed the lights were on as he approached the door. Peeking in Omi gave a crooked smile at seeing that he was not alone in the torture of cramming for finals. Ran was seated at the kitchen table, books scattered across the tabletop and a warm mug of coffee in hand. He looked up to spare Omi a glance and a welcome grunt and then proceeded back to his reading.
Not daring to disturb Ran when he was studying, which Omi knew was an instant death sentence; he quickly filled a mug with the ambrosia of any college student during finals, coffee. Then proceeded to leave the kitchen as quickly and quietly as he had come.
Morning found Omi asleep, face crammed into a book and a half full mug of stone cold coffee on the desk beside him. His first coherent thought upon returning to consciousness was that he was thankful that his first exam was not until noon.
From the noise in the hallway Omi knew that Ran was not so lucky, and was at the moment using the shower so he could make his 8 a.m. exam. Deciding he was better off awake then trying to sleep now, but not wanting to study more yet, Omi turned his computer on and let it warm up while he proceeded back to the kitchen to trade his cold, stale coffee for some fresh warm brew.
On his return to his computer Omi noticed he had an urgent e-mail from Kirshiker and Manx. This of course was a surprise, since it had been almost 2 years since anything of that nature had been sent. Deciding to read it first before he told the others, Omi opened the e-mail and proceeded to read.
Five minutes later found Omi frantically trying to call Manx, after reading her letter to him. His thoughts were a jumble, 'this is impossible, not now, not when my life is finally turning out normal' he thought.
When reading the letter Omi had first thought that Manx was sending a mission for Weiss and that the team was back to being active; or better yet that she was mailing him to give the good news that Kirshiker had finally decided to disband Weiss, and that he and the others could now get on with living their lives.
No, that had not been what was written. True there had been orders for a mission, like Omi had predicted, however they were not orders for Weiss. The orders and the mission that came with them were for a boy named Shuichi. That was a name that Omi had definitely never expected to hear again, and was now worrying him more then he thought possible.
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Heaving a heavy sigh, Omi headed to the parking lot where he saw Ran's car waiting for him. Both of them having two exams that day, Ran had told Omi earlier that morning that he would wait for him after exams ended and they would head home together. Both were tired, hungry and happy that their finals were over.
Omi stifled a smirk when he took a seat in Ran's car. Despite his desire to appear as if he was cool and collected, Ran looked haggard and exhausted. Smiling at Ran, Omi offered to drive so that Ran could nap, he wasn't too surprised when the only answer he received was a disgruntled snort as the car left the parking lot. Ran never let anyone drive his car, and even Aya-chan had to beg if she wanted to practice her driving in that particular vehicle.
Deciding that talking might help him forget the fact that when he got home Manx would be waiting for him, Omi tried to start a conversation with Ran. So how were your exams? Were they hard? Mine were really long, I'm glad that finals are over, aren't you?
Ran's seemingly universal answer to Omi's numerous questions was a sigh and a roll of his eyes, and a simple yes.
Any normal person would find this rude or simply unkind, but Omi as well as the others in Weiss were used to Ran's behavior and the fact that Omi had received any verbal answer at all, taking into consideration Ran's current condition was testament to their close relationship as family. Aya-chan was still trying to get used to her brother's more quiet nature and often would not react well to her sibling's seemingly cold nature. Omi as well as the others knew that Ran was trying to change, and that it would be a good deal of time before he and Aya would have the tight relationship they had once had. Too much had happened to him, between his sister's coma, their parent's deaths and Ran's life with Kirshiker.
The two weary students were met at home by Aya-chan and a wonderful meal set out just for them. As Ran sat down to eat and listen to his sister chat on and on about how she had to keep Yohji and Ken away from the food, and how Yohji had tried to beg her to take on his shift for the day so he could go out on a date; Omi piled some food onto a plate and grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator. As he turned to leave the kitchen a familiar red headed woman met him at door.
Manx smiled at the tired and yet surprised look on Omi's face as she caught him headed down to the flower shop with his lunch. She hadn't been surprised when she had received his panicked stricken phone call earlier that morning. The redhead had expected as much when Omi read the mission file she had mailed him. It wasn't something she wanted to dump on his shoulders, not now that he was finally aloud the chance to live his life, but Shuichi was needed and Omi was the only agent who could fill those shoes.
Ushering Manx down to the mission room so that they could talk in private, Omi told a curious Ken and Yohji that he would fill them in on what happened when their shift ended and Aya agreed to keep the two bakas from interrupting whatever they needed to speak about.
Sighing as he sat down on the over stuffed leather sofa Omi took the large manila folder from Manx as she offered it to him. As Omi opened the folder to receive his instructions and orders for the long-term mission, Manx took a seat next to him as he read through the folder's contents.
Deep and expressive blue eyes widened as he read the script on the papers, the boy assassin's head shot up as he looked imploringly at Manx. You want to reassign me to a new partner! You can't do that Manx, I belong with Weiss, I belong with them, they are my family.
Smiling with sympathy Manx put her hand on the teens shoulder, in a small semblance of comfort as she replied; I'm sorry Omi but you are the only one who can be Shuichi, and you know that, the reassignment is not forever, when the mission is over you can come back.
Clearly angry Omi shifted out of Manx's grasp, what are they supposed to do while I'm gone, none of them can hack files or use a computer like I can, and you know that. Are they even going to have missions, tell me that at least?
Smiling at Omi's concern and protective attitude for his fellow team members Manx nodded hear head. Yes Omi they will have missions; despite what you all thought Kirshiker has decided that you are all to valuable to just let go of. While you are gone a temporary agent will be assigned to the others to help with computer related issues and to be back up on missions. When you return the agent will be pulled out of the group and reassigned. Please say yes to the mission, we need you, Hiro needs you.
Omi's eyes widened from the angry slits they had been to impossibly huge spheres that almost engulfed his face. Hiro, my old partner, he's in on this too!
Yes he is, and he's very anxious to work with you again, Manx smirked at Omi's gaping expression, in the back of her mind the resemblance to a fish registered as she watched the boy's face.
Shaking his head at the implications of working with his old partner again, Omi closed the folder after returning its contents. Can you give me some time to think about this, and even if I do accept I need time to prepare, I have a life now Manx I'm not in high school anymore, I have to get leave from the university and you know I haven't sang in years.
Nodding her head Manx stood up to leave and turned to Omi before she headed up the stairs, You have 48 hours to decide, no more time than that I'm sorry, but we need to start preparations for the mission as soon as possible, and don't worry about school Omi, I'll take care of everything. Remember, don't tell the other's about this, I will give them what information I deem necessary for them to know, they can't interfere with this.
At Omi's consenting nod the red headed bombshell turned to leave, but before she did she turned suddenly with one last question, you have kept up with your song writing all these years haven't you?
A knowing laugh escaped Omi's lips before he could even stop it; yes of course I have, you know it's like a second calling.
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Two days later found Omi packing his things for his temporary stay at a Hiro's apartment, where he would meet his partner and prepare for his new identity that he would be using for the next several months to a year. A familiar black leather journal was removed from its hiding place under the floor boards of Omi's room.
This book meant the world to the young assassin it was a symbol of the hope Omi had that he was meant for more then just killing, that he could create and not just destroy. Ever since he was little Omi had loved music. His training with Kirshiker had not left time for the boy assassin to learn to play any instruments, so Omi used the only instrument he had, his voice. Song writing had come naturally for the boy. It was a comfort on the cold nights when he was lonely and missed having a family or any real friend, he would write his feelings down and eventually they would form into songs.
This had been going on for years, even before he had joined Weiss Omi had written songs in his little black journal and kept them as testament that he was more then just a tool for Kirshiker. Maybe someday he would put this life behind him and his songs would be there when that day came. Secretly Omi had always dreamed of being a professional singer, to be in the spotlight instead of hiding in the shadows. To be recognized for something other then a mission completed successfully, a computer system hacked, or a target eliminated. Omi wanted more, and his songs gave him a hope that such a thing was possible.
Yes, he would complete this mission that Manx had set in front of him, it was like any other mission she had given him before, it was an obstacle in the path to his future and he would overcome it as he had all the others. Then he would return to his family and finish college, then when he had his education completed and paid for he would do the one thing he had always wanted to. He would say no. He would go to Manx and Kirshiker and refuse any more missions, he would resign from Weiss and he would go out in the world and pursue the dream he kept hidden beneath the facade of a killer. Omi would be a singer by one given name or by Shuichi, another given name. After all a name meant little to a boy who had given up his true name the night Ran had claimed he was not a Taketori anymore.
Smiling at that thought and lovingly placing the journal between the folds his clothing, where curious eyes wouldn't discover it, Omi fastened the suitcase he had packed and grabbed his computer bag. Closing the door to his room knowing he would not see it again for another year, he turned to go. All the while in the back of his mind hoping that his temporary replacement won't mess up his room too much; Omi headed downstairs to say goodbye to his teammates, his family and his friends.
A smile and a simple whisper slipped passed Omi's lips on his decent down the staircase, I wonder if Hiro can still play that guitar of his.....
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TBC
Well that's it for now. ^_^ Hiro and possibly others will appear in the next chapter so stay tuned. And as for character pairings, this will definitely have an Omi-Shuichi/Yuki pairing, but as for the other characters, I have no idea?!?! I know! Why don't you let me know what you like and that might spawn some pairings? ^_~
As always your comments and reviews inspire me so keep them coming. Thanks ^_^