Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Smile in Regret ❯ All on Black ( Prologue )

Smile in Regret

Prologue: All on Black

Fan fic by: Omni-sama

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Rated: Hard R (rating and such for later chapters…prologue is quite mild)

Reasons: Graphic depictions of violence and torture, foul language, sexual situations

 

Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz, as far as I know, belongs to Koyasu and Project Weiß… I do not claim to hold any rights over any of the characters.

Main title and all chapter titles come from the song “All on Black” by Alkaline Trio.

 

Warning: Spoilers and a couple of character deaths

 

Pairings: Yohji/Aya(Ran), mention of Brad/Schu (and possibly Schu+Yohji if you squint)

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Helpful things to know:

Lammer- roulette term for a chip the dealer places on the top of a bidder's pile to state how much the total chips (aka: checks) are worth.

80,000 DEM (Deutsche Mark) roughly equals $50,000

Pay-out for a bet on a single number in roulette equates to 35-1… Meaning you bet one, you get paid 35 back…your winnings are what you bid times 35.

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They stared. Those looking at the table or the wheel raised their heads and stared at him. Those looking at the lit-up display showing the most recent results of this roulette table turned their attention to him and just…stared. The tall man with shoulder length sandy-blond hair just stood there smirking a little as he placed the chips down upon the fine felt surface.

 

“All on black 33,” he said in perfect German, but with a bit of an accent that no one was able to quite place. Perhaps it would have been better if his coloring matched the accent. As it was, he looked as if he could have been born and raised right there in Hamburg, Germany. Yet, if anyone looked closely, one would notice that those beautiful green eyes the stranger possessed were slightly almond shaped.

 

The man working the table nodded, then called out that no more bets were to be taken. Inside the already spinning wheel, the ball started to slow. Suddenly everyone who was staring at the blond man turned their attention to the wheel, only a few glancing over once in a while at the 80,000 DEM lammer on the top of the stranger's chips. The white ball clicked a few times, jumping in and out of the shallow pockets, until it finally found a spot it liked. A dead silence fell over the table for a moment as everyone's eyes went from that small sphere to the man standing at the end of the table, who was grinning.

 

“Black 33,” announced the attendant, “Winnings go to Mr…?”

 

“Fleischer. Nanashi Fleischer.”

 

Well, that explained the accent, a few reasoned. He was a half-breed. Fleischer just smiled and allowed them to believe what they would. That perhaps he picked the accent up from his Japanese mother, or even from living in her home country for a while. No one there needed to know that he most likely didn't have a drop of German blood in his veins. Then again, his father was American, and most Americans tended to be an interesting mix of European lineage… So, maybe they weren't as far off from the truth as he thought.

 

“Will you be playing anymore roulette, Mr. Fleischer?” the attendant asked.

 

“No, thank you. Just give me my checks and I'll be going.”

 

While not seeming too happy about that, the attendant dutifully did as asked and counted out Fleischer's chips until he had a total worth 2,800,000 DEM. As the casino worker was busy doing that, an elderly man at the table stepped closer to Fleischer, smiling.

 

“That was amazing! How did you know it was going to land on black 33?”

 

Fleischer shrugged. “I didn't. I mean hell, it's roulette…you never know where it's going to land, right?”

 

The older man boggled for a moment. “You mean to tell me you bid that much on a number at random?”

 

“Well, I didn't choose the number at random, but…yeah. Figured what the hell, right?”

 

“You must be rather wealthy to just go throwing large chunks of money like that away just for the fun of it, young man…”

 

“Not really. That was my entire life's savings, actually.”

 

The older man stared at him in disbelief, his mouth opening and shutting, but with no words coming out. Until finally he said, “And what if you had lost, Mr. Fleischer?”

 

At that, the young man shrugged and then reached out to collect the tray of chips from the attendant. “Then I'd have to go find a nice box to live in, I suppose.”

 

“Dear Lord… Are you insane?”

 

“Yeah, a little,” laughed the blond. And, with nothing more for either of them to say to one another, Fleischer walked away and over to the exchange window to collect his winnings in cash form. As the female clerk at the window tallied up his chips and counted out the correct number of bills, the blond man noticed a flash of orange in the gleaming reflection of the glass. Keeping his eyes on the window, he tracked the orange as it moved about the room, its movements slow, as it seemed to try to stick to the shadows or denser parts of the crowd. He almost chuckled to himself as he watched, thinking that it was a bit too difficult for the redhead to blend in well, no matter how hard he was trying. At the same time, he couldn't really fault the logic of that man being the one sent to tail him. He was in Germany, after all… Who better to send after him than the German?

 

Collecting his money from the clerk, Fleischer flashed her a smile then quickly left. The entire walk home he was aware of the blue eyes that he knew were stalking him. Even so, he did not act as if he knew he was being followed. Instead, he easily interacted with people along the street, even pausing to flirt with a woman or two. He stopped at a bank on his way home, not feeling comfortable carrying around all that money.

 

Nearly two hours later, Fleischer emerged from the bank, sans cash. Grinning both outwardly and inwardly at the fact that his false identity had held up so well, and he was now a very valued customer at Amsel und Engel, he continued on his trek home. Of course, he still felt a presence shadowing him, but he expected as much.

 

As he walked, he allowed himself to go into thought. So, it would seem that Schwarz were the first to find him, hm? He was a bit disappointed in Weiß for them not being the ones to track him down first. Ah well, there wasn't much he could do about it now. Chances are that if he tried to run and hide again, Schwarz would head him off or at least find him again soon… His grin from earlier totally gone, the man frowned a little and kicked a tin can that stood in his way on the sidewalk.

 

Dammit. This was not how he had planned things. Weiß was supposed to find him. Aya was supposed to find him. And then, all of this shit would finally be over. He had spent a good year running and hiding, carefully covering every track, burying himself deep into the population of this foreign land until he was just another indistinguishable face in the crowd. He grew tired of it. That's why recently he had been purposely getting sloppy. Of course, he had failed to consider the possibility of Eszet searching for him as well.

 

Then, realizing the irony of how one color represented both his recent extremely prosperous fortune, and also his current just-as-extreme ill fortune, he released a bitter laugh and kicked the can once more. “Black…heh… God… Fuck…”

 

And the day had been looking as if it was going to go so well, too…

 

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Tsuzuku

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Lil' bit more AN:

A cookie to anyone who gets both parts of Yohji's assumed name.

Amsel und Engel is, to my knowledge, not really the name of any bank… I'm already messing with enough copyrights by writing a fan fic, don't really need to go ripping off the names of banks as well…heh.