Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sunshine Threw My Window ❯ Prolog ( Prologue )

Title- Sunshine Threw My Window Prolog/?

Author- Locura

Warnings- OOC Ken+Omi- its unlikely that it will go further then that until possibly the very end. Bare with it please

Archive- Mediaminer.org

Disclaimer- The Weiß Kreuz chara's aren't mine, I'm just barrowing them. Don't sue, I own nothing but an Omi pen and 4 dvd's and I wanna keep them!

DEDICATED TO TERAKITTY (who isn`t dead, but I might soon be)

Author Notes- *sobs* stop inspiring me! I wasn't going to get my nice quiet weekend but I wasn't going to write either and now look where I am? I'm balancing 2 stories (more if you count the half done ones), and a very large load of projects for school (last count-8) please don't let me write any more until they're done! >.< neez never listen to me when I claim I'm not going to write for a while because obviously I will continue to lie and people will continue to evilly inspire. *dies* btw this will be a happy-cute fic (it doesn't seem like it here obviously)! It will! I promise! Enjoy.

***= Beginning/Ending and the setting changes etc.

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He woke up to the sound of water. Water, dripping slowly into a bison. A sound that seemed to echo much to loudly in his ears, making his head ach and sleep leave him behind. He couldn't really see his surroundings clearly and his head felt like it was full of fluff. All he could do was hope for sleep and warmth and for the sound of the dripping to go away.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It felt like hours but could have been just a few moments when he heard a door open, its hinges creaking in protest and the sound vibrating threw his head making him let out a mew of protest and try to cover his ears unsuccessfully.

"It looks like your awake my pet. How are you feeling?" A male voice asked without a hint of emotion and he wondered vaguely who the man was. "I knew you would wake soon but who could tell it would be this early. Your comfortable, no?"

A blur was in front of his face but he couldn't make out who it was so instead closed his eyes. Everything was blurry now, and spinning.

Why was he here anyway?

"You might not be feeling too go right now, pet. But do not worry it will all pass soon, and then we`ll get you a nice new family." He chuckled. "Yes, a new family. Won`t that be wonderful pet?"

He didn't understand what the man meant. He already had a family, didn't he? He did. He did. He remembered. So why would he want a new one? His head hurt with all the thoughts and he frowned, trying to curl his body into itself but finding his arms and legs were restricted.

"Ah, Pet. Its best not to struggle so. Just let it take its course and everything will be fine. Just you wait. Innocence at its best you know." A hand was stroking his forehead and he leaned into the touch. If felt like before. Before when? He didn't know anymore. Everything was spinning though his eyes were closed. Just spinning and spinning like a top.

And the water kept dripping. It kept dripping and dripping with nowhere to go. But in his mind where everything was spinning he saw blood. Blood and swirls on the picture. Blood and smear and swirls and spinning...spinning always spinning.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

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Ken frowned.

He seemed to be catching himself doing that more and more often these days but now he had a reason. Omi had been captured.

It was a routine mission, they were supposed to go in and kill the main people of a pharmaceutical company that was selling some sort of illegal growth hormone on the black market as well as some little kids on the side. Ken didn't know what the hormone was and neither had Aya or Yohji but they all knew their positions on the mission: Omi was supposed to clean out their computers saving a copy for themselves, Ken was to watch Omi's back, and Aya and Yohji were to kill the targets.

But it didn't go that way. And that was obvious because now Omi was gone and it was his entire fault. Entirely his fault because he thought he heard something and gone to check it out instead of staying with his friend who was partially venerable to any attack when downloading.

He had been stupid and now they were all trying to find the last target and Omi, who had been gone for over five hours and been threw who knows what.

That was bad enough but to add that it was his entire fault took the cake and made his search take an almost obsessive degree.

He hated that. He really did.

But this was the last room and no cars had left the building so the man had to been in here. He had to be, and Ken was going to kill him and then make sure Omi was all right. But if it looked like that bastard was doing anything to him, scarring him in anyway then he was going to hell. And the man would go there slowly.

Very slowly.

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The man was still touching him and he couldn't understand why anymore but he was and the words he spoke drifted threw his mind becoming part of the swirl and blood as if a half remembered memory from another time before the cold and drip.

"He's coming, pet. You won't be alone soon. But you'll be a good pet until then, won't you, pet?" Drip. Drip. "Of course you will. Of course."

***

The picture of the room would have been sweet to Ken, if that word could ever be applied to such a place as this.

It appeared at first glace a little boys room, filled with toys and little blue outfits and a dinosaur print around the walls. In fact one of the only reason Ken couldn't think of this as a child's room, without the present circumstances, was the large metal table in the center and the blue dish of strange clear liquid that dripped beside it.

The other reasons had to do with the form on the metal table and the man standing beside the form and caressing his cheek.

"So you've come to kill me then, haven't you?" His voice was careless and Ken had to keep himself from rushing over in blind rage and kill the man standing so close to Omi.

The blond-haired boy was strapped on the operation table amidst the little boys room, all of his cloths stripped from his body and he shivered slightly, his hands slowly clinching and unclenching spastically. Omi was trembling violently with cold and pain; his eyes closed tight and his mouth opening just enough to let out little whimpers of pain every so often.

And the man with the careless smile and talk was the one who made him like this. Made his teammate, cry and whimper drenched in sweat and shivering on the table.

Ken never told anyone. Never told anyone of his growing feelings for his youngest teammate. He never thought to and never thought that he'd ever had a chance with the golden haired boy. Instead he kept himself happy by keeping Omi safe and making sure he was happy and content if circumstances would permit let him and often even if they wouldn't. But now that man had kept him from doing that. He had stripped the boy he loved and laid him full glory on the table pumping him full of some drug and enjoyed doing that. Enjoyed touching the younger boy who hadn't done anything to him, yet.

That man had hurt Omi, and that was all that mattered to Ken now.

"So," The man drawled, whipping his hands on his apron. "Are you going to kill me, ask me what I've done to your friend, or just stand there?"

Ken seethed and lifted his Bugnuks up. "I'm going to kill you slowly." He paused then and smiled. "Just so you know I'm going to plunge these into your intestines and twist, slowly so you can feel all your nerves and vessels breaking within you before I leave you here to die slowly and because of blood loss so you can think about what you've done."

"I see." The man clapped his hands. "Excellent descriptions I can really see that happening. But wouldn't you like to know what's been done to your friend? He's been such a good pet." The man caressed the boy's cheek a moment before twisting Omi's head towards Ken. "Haven't you pet?"

Omi's eyes were glazed at half-mast as he mewed in protest of the movement, his hands slowly twitching of their own accord.

Ken saw red.

***

If asked later what had happened Ken wouldn't have been able to answer. One minute he was staring at Omi who was oblivious to the world around him and the next he was standing over the mauled corps of the last target.

Looking down at what he'd done Ken's stomach flipped and he had to turn his head to keep from retching. The man was unidentifiable. His entire face was sliced open to a point far beyond recognition, his jaw was broken, some teeth where half attached and others were swimming around a pool of saliva and blood, and his jaw hanging off to the side like an out of use puppets. His stomach had been carved open and the intestines pulled outwards in a parody of a bloody traitor's death. But it didn't stop there, his legs and arms were mincemeat and his fingers were nearly severed from the rest of the hand.

Putting a hand to his mouth Ken coughed and moved away from the corpse, trying to keep down what little he had eaten before. He hadn't meant to go that over board. He hadn't. Shakily he looked over himself, and found himself to be surprisingly clean. His cloths a lot less bloody then he'd thought they'd be but his Bugnuks would really need a cleaning.

Looking around slowly, as if to make sure no one else had seen him, Ken spotted Omi still strapped and listless on the table. So he stood on unsteady legs walked over, his hands slowly untying the straps that held his friend on the bed.

Ken was thankful that Omi hadn't been able to see that. He was thankful that no one did because he wouldn't know what to say to them if in fact there would be something to say at all.

He hadn't meant to lose control. Not really. But he had been so mad. He just didn't control himself.

Forcing his mind back to the present Ken slowly shook Omi, his eyes glowing with concern when the other boy's eyes only open a sliver. "Omi. Omi. Wake up, its me Ken."

The other boy looked at him, his eyes moving slowly towards the sound of his voice but otherwise the half laden eyes didn't move and no other sign of awareness was shown.

"Everything's going to be ok now, Omi. You're going to be fine." Ken ran his fingers threw the blond boys sweat soaked hair, worried now more then ever for him. Who knew what that guy had injected in him before he had gotten here?

Slowly easing his friend into a sitting position Ken hooked an arm around the other boy's shoulders and under his knees before standing carefully. "We're going to go now, Omi. There is nothing to be afraid of. We're just going to go back to Yohji and Aya, alright?"

The other boy didn't answer but as Ken carried him to the door he could feel the other boys hand go to his head and grip his a fist full of hair tightly in one fist as if to anchor himself to the world and Ken.

Ken frowned again and this time his expression didn't change back to neutral.

Something was wrong.

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-_-z next person who inspires me in the next two weeks gets a walkman to the head. I don't have a walkman but you understand…