Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Teddy Bears and Darts ❯ information is God and keeping it from teammates is the Devil ( Chapter 1 )

Teddy Bears and Darts

Dislaimer:

Dear, Koyasu Takehito-sama

Roses are Red, Violets are blue, for valentines day may I have you, Er sorry Weiß Keuz?

Sincerely one of your biggest fans, Ashes

A few weeks later.

Dear, Ms Ashes,

Not just no but hell no, you psycho.

Well that just sucks, plan A flopped, sorry people I don't own Weiß but I have several more plans.

Summery: experiments have been made and things aren't want they seem with Omi. He has some very unsettling things to discover before he can live a happy life outside of being an assassin. Realization of new life is an awesome thing. YohjixOmi and RanxOmi.

Warnings: Preggie fic. Bastardization of Yohji. Language, implied sex, death (but not of a Weiß character, i think) Spoilers for the episodes right around 10 give and take a couple. A different take on some of the information there in.

_lizard notes_= notes

-lizard emails- = emails

*lizard thoughts* = thoughts

just a note: i have only seen the 25 episodes of the series, I haven't seen Gluhen or the Ova's (if there are any, and I think I had heard there are) or the b side manga. What I do have are the same 25 episodes on tape and a ton of music. If you want any of the music check out my author profile for the links. So on with the point of the note, it has come to my intention that hair and eye color for some of the Weiß guys changes between the episodes I have seen and the manga. For the record I like Ken with the dark blue green eyes and Yohji and Omi with blond and light brown hair.

I had never expected this to happen. I'm male for crying out loud. These things just don't happen. I mean it's only one of the biggest events of a normal couple's life, but we aren't your average couple. Life is never easy.

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I cried sick at the flower shop. I was miserable and couldn't stop being sick this morning. The smell of food, before I even saw it sent me flying into the bathroom. I was holed up in there for several minutes. I just didn't get it. It wasn't the first day this had happened, it was just the worse. I could barely move for several more minutes. Ken came upstairs in search of me when I failed to show up for breakfast before school.

Ken had Yohji call me in sick and all but demanded I take a nap. After that nap I felt as if I hadn't been sick at all this morning. I searched for symptoms like the ones I was displaying, and surprisingly, I found that every thing so far had been synonymous with pregnancy and that just didn't make sense. I sent the info to an outside source. Information outside of Kritiker was at a premium. They knew everything so there are few sources that know things they don't know, and those are priceless.

-head to a place were sorrows aren't checked at the door.

Where you may go with friends.

A place were happiness or sorrow is all

Or nothing to the person next to you.

The place to drown pain

Or toast life.

Where do you go?

You have five minutes. Call me at 555-3866. Leave a voice mail with your handle and number-

That was the message sent to my email when I tried to get a hold of him. I thought it was somewhat simple. I thought the word drown kind of gave it away but who am I to quibble? I called the number. It rang once before it shifted to voice mail.

I slipped out the back door. I had a limited window of opportunity to meet my informant. He was notorious for giving people a hard time finding him. He gave you a riddle and a time frame in which to figure it out and call him. If you didn't have the answer when you called him it would be next to impossible to get answers from him.

"Leave your answer and your handle at the beep. If you are new to me leave your number as well." An electronically altered voice instructed.

"Bar, pub, tavern, or a place that offers alcoholic beverages as its product. Among other things, this is the Cat." I made the message as to the point as I could before I hung up. I was left hanging for a few minutes, almost the same time as it took me to answer the riddle. Before I could say anything when the phone rang, he started up "The park. Five minutes." And click. He hung up.

The park was almost ten minutes away, if I went the safe way. The dangerous way was the alley way system a block way from the shop. They cut the trip down to about four minutes. I was there in three in a half. I was lucky. I didn't run into the danger, but then I think the guys and I had kicked enough of them around in the past. Hey, we had to protect our deliveries, and sometimes with those obnoxious delivery times it was so much faster to go through the allies.

My informant had an interesting thing about him. He gave you the minimum information needed; if you didn't get it you were going to have issues. Don't get me wrong, he gave you enough info the first time around to get there but after that you were on your own, if you didn't remember the park or where in the park, things were going to be interesting. There was a huge tree in the park, the west side almost at the edge of the park, at the farthest point from the shop. This tree stuck out above the cluster, yet it was secluded. That tree was my objective and I was grateful for the cover the cluster provided, I didn't need one of the guys to go by and see me out there.

I didn't have to wait for very long. A tall man in a black trench coat and a black outback style hat stepped into the copse. The only thing I could really see of him was his manic grin and a long braid of chestnut colored hair.

"This should help you find what you need to know." A black gloved hand slipped into his pocket and came out with a small scrap of paper. He handed it to me and we made the transfer of money and information, he then pivoted on his heel and seemed to just disappear into the trees. I stared at the scrap of paper in my hand. I knew this held what I would need, though I would have to work for the information. That was the way it worked, he would get you started but you had to be smart enough to use the info.

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I stuffed the paper in my pocket and headed back at a snails pace to the Koneko. I really wanted to look at the information, and yet, for some reason, it felt as if I would be opening a can of worms I so really wanted nothing to do with. It took me about an hour after slipping in the back door before I even took the paper out of my pocket. I stuffed it under my mouse pad, figuring no one would think to move it. And why would they? I figured it would be safe until I could get to it.

I headed downstairs to help with the shop. I just couldn't stay up in my room any longer. I pulled on one of the aprons we had hanging on a peg by our entrance to the Koneko. The guys looked slightly surprised by my entrance. That was when I noticed we had a full shop. Great, just what I needed. Many of the girls gave me concerned looks and asked how I was feeling. Telling me how Yohji told them just how miserable I was feeling today. Many of them also tried telling me I really needed to get some rest, that I needed to go back to bed and stay there until I felt better. They didn't listen when I kept insisting them that I did feel better.

"OUT, if you aren't going to buy anything, get out and leave us alone!" Aya scowled at the crowd. He didn't really need to raise his voice. The girls got his point and started to slowly leave the shop. Many of them were muttering under their breath about how Aya mean was, but it didn't bother him in the least.

"Omi, what are you doing here? I though you were sick? In fact I could hear you throwing up from my room," Yohji, the sparer of nasty images, yeah right, and I was the damned tooth fairy. There were days that I wondered what the hell I ever saw in him, today was one of them.

"I feel much better now, and I know we are usually busy this time of day until Aya gets them out." I shoot a glance at Aya, but he seemed to ignore me. That hurt me a lot, and I couldn't figure out why. It's not like he was my lover.

Yohji, short of harassing me would act as if nothing was going on between us in public. He put on an act for the girls that came to the shop, showering them with more attention in one day then I could hope to get from him. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe I was just beyond fed up, but if he did it for much longer, I won't be responsible for my actions, regardless of the consequences to myself.

"Glad to see you are feeling better." Ken piped up when the customer he was talking to left. "Could you help me with an arrangement, Omi?" Ken headed to the back room where we make up the arrangements.

"Where had you gone to a little bit ago, Omi? I saw you leave." Oh, crap. I should have known.

I didn't try to lie to Ken that would have been an insult to him. "I had to go out and get some air, I was at the park." Not a lie, but not the entire truth either. I felt like shit, omitting like this.

"Through the alleys?" Ken's eyebrow shot up.

"It's the fastest way there. I was only there for a few minutes." Again, not a complete lie. Man I hated doing this, but until if could figure out what had happened to me and how, I couldn't tell them anything.

Ken gave me a look. "Well, when you feel ready to trust us, let me know." Ken said it in a way that if you didn't know him, you'd have thought he was making a joke. I knew better and it was all I could do not to wince. Pain and guilt were not my favorite emotions to deal with and I had to right now.

I started on the design Ken had want "help" with. Yohji had asked me to stay in the back to work on several arrangements for the day. It had been a very busy morning for the guys. I spent over two hours in the back room completing the orders, Aya came in and out, and barely looked at me. Ken and Yohji were in and out more then Aya and both always had something to say. Yohji was there mostly to annoy me and avoid Aya, whom he had pissed off. If no one else was there, Yohji couldn't keep his hands off me. Ken was Ken only a little colder and snippier.

I fled to my room after I finished the work I knew about. I thought I could start on my information in there. My computer might not be as fast as the one for Weiß, but it worked. I reached under my mouse pad for the slip of paper. It wasn't there?!

I searched every stray scrap I could find in my room. It just wasn't there. What I did find was a ransom note.

_If you want the paper back meet at the park half an hour after closing._

That was it. No name, no where in the park. If this was Ken or Yohji's idea of a joke I was going to have to kill them. I had another three hours to wait before the shop closed. I wanted to go down stairs to ream Yohji or Ken a new ass but I controlled myself. Instead I spent the next three hours alternately napping, cursing my self and the culprit and cleaning up the mess I had made.

I made sure to be at the park before the guys could finish closing the shop and I was dressed in my "work" clothes. I covered the main entrance but had an eye on the perimeter that I could see. Though I wouldn't have been surprised if they came in a different way, so I was some what prepared, by looking around me and scanning the area.

Before I could make my next round I felt two hands slide around my eyes to block my vision as a tall warm body pressed up against my back, and a scent waft to my nose. I knew the scent. Only one person could wear the scent and make it send a thrill through my body. "What are you doing here" the breathy whisper vibrated though my mind.

"Ran"

The hands left my face and traveled to my shoulders and gently pulled me around. He held my gaze with his piercing violet eyes. I remembered what we had talked about before. We don't call him Ran in public, but he usually never touched any one like this, so I forgot.

"I'm sorry, Aya." I turned my eyes away.

"Don't be, just tell me why the hell you felt you had to keep secrets from us. What is this about, Omi? What is it that had you leaving the house when I know you were very sick this morning?"

He grabbed my elbow and directed me toward the copse of trees I had stood in earlier to get the info Ran now held ransom. "Aya, I need that paper back. I need the information I can crack open from it. Please give it back; I will explain when I can get some answers." I hoped that would be enough for him, but I really didn't expect it to be.

"If you decide you need help, tell me and I will. But know this, Omi; I will not tolerate this again. We can't work as a team if we keep secrets from each other now." Ran pulled me into a quick body crushing hug. He pushed me away and walked off with out a word. "Aya! May I have that sheet back?" I called to his retreating form.

"It'll be where you left it when you get home." Ran didn't even stop or turn around as he told me that. I stayed at the park for another half an hour, before I trudged back home. I wasn't sure I wanted to go back that night. I knew better then not to. I would have Ken on my tail, not to mention what a tongue lashing I would get from Ran and the razing from Yohji.

I stayed away from the guys for the night. I stayed in my room, debating if I really wanted to look at the paper. It didn't take me long to decide. I needed answers and fast. I took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, but I know that what I expected was not what I found.

_www.metacom.org and James Hendel 555-5555. Tell him Dr. Darken recommended him to you._

Those were the only things on the paper. Metacom was one of the largest medical research companies in the world. They also had one of the best reputations. There had never been even a hint of scandal attached to the company. I was surprised to find that was the answer and yet after all I had seen, it really shouldn't have surprised me.