Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The King's Pawn ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

AN: This is the Ran and Crashers side story for `Building Our Tomorrow'. We have a YxRRxY pairing here, which essentially gives it away for the central fic, but I think I'd already given enough hints that it should be pretty obvious anyway. Oh, and if anyone knows what color Yuushi's eyes are, I'd love to know. The only color pic I've seen of him, well his eyes are visible. For that matter, I only know the eye color for Naru, and that took a supreme effort on my part to get. If someone could tell me all three remaining Crashers, I'd gladly write a one-shot of their favorite pairing.

 

Overall Warnings: Yaoi, Lemons, Violence, Language

 

Warnings: Nothing I can really find in the prologue that bears mentioning

 

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

 

 

Internal Dialogue

 

Prologue

 

A seventeen year old, crimson haired youth watched as a young girl lay, unmoving, in a cold and sterile hospital bed. The doctor had just informed him that the girl, his younger sister, would be unlikely to ever awaken from her coma. It had been three months since that fateful and fatal night, and with each passing day, the chances of her recovery had only diminished. The media had labeled his father as a conscience laden banker who had finally allowed the weight of his illegal actions drive him to suicide, taking his wife with him. In the public eye, his family had been dishonored not only by the accusations of embezzlement, but the cowardly way in which the elder Fujimiya had chosen to deal with it.

 

Ran knew better, though. He had seen and smelled the blood that stained his parents' bodies and the surrounding floor. He had seen the timer on the bomb and smelled the gas that had been purposely left to leak out. Aya knew as well, but what was a sixteen year girl stuck in a coma supposed to do about it. Ran could have gone to the authorities, but by some strange turn of events, he had been reported as dead at the scene. And I want to keep it that way. He didn't stop to think that it was odd that the doctor's seemed to know who he was, either. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone: revenge. This was his reason for becoming the anonymous figure he now thought himself to be, as it would allow him to remain an unknown while carrying out his plans for the bastard who had done this. He had seen the car and the man in the back seat who had callously order his sister to be rundown. If it had not been for that one action, his sister would still be with him today. Takatori! His mental voice low and deadly, the name razing any semblance of the innocence he may have had left after that night.

 

“Aya,” the violet-eyed teen whispered to the unresponsive girl. “I swear that I will find a way to avenge you and our parents.” He let his gaze linger on the angelic face of his sister a moment longer before standing from the uncomfortable plastic chair and moving to look out the window. The insurance money is nearly gone, and the doctors are pushing for… his worried thoughts were interrupted by the noise of a throat clearing behind him. Turning, Ran was surprised to find, not a hospital employee, but an attractive, scarlet haired woman.

 

“Fujimiya Ran,” the woman looked him over with pine-colored eyes. He noticed that she wasn't simply clarifying who he was; rather, she seemed to greeting the teen in what could only be considered a professional manner.

 

“Who are you, and why are you here?” he demanded. “This is a private room, and I left instructions with the staff that I was to be the only one permitted to enter.” The woman chose to ignore his questions as she closed and locked the door behind her. Amethyst eyes narrowed dangerously at the action.

 

“The organization I work for knows of you and your sister, as well as her prognosis,” she stated. “We are also aware of your current financial situation.”

 

“Get to the point,” Ran hissed. He was suspicious of this woman's intentions; she could be here to finish what Takatori had started. The woman's green eyes pierced into his; she was not at all concerned with the threat he was trying to convey with an admittedly fearsome look. He wasn't aware of the things she had seen, had done, thus making her immune to something that would bring someone weaker to their knees.

 

“We want you to work for us,” she replied in a crisp tone, holding up a hand to silence the retort she knew was coming. “In return, we will move your sister to one of our secure facilities where she will receive the best care the world has to offer. We will also cover all medical expenses.” Ran's icy mask slipped minutely at the immensely generous offer, but suspicion reigned supreme.

 

“Who is that you work for that would want to employee someone just out of high school and offer such extraordinary compensation?” The woman raised a fine, red eyebrow. He's good. He could eventually be put in the Weiss project, assuming he proves to be the right kind of influential figure.

 

“Who we are isn't important at this moment,” she replied evenly. “What I can tell you is that we have one more thing to offer you as our overall goal is the same as yours.” This time it was Ran who raised an eyebrow, his expression leaning towards utter disbelief. The green-eyed woman chose to disregard his obvious skepticism knowing that he would change his attitude within seconds.

 

“We can give you a way to eventually rid the world of Takatori Reiji.” Those were the magic words that shocked whatever scathing remark the young man had ready right into the oblivion from which it had formed.

 

“When do I start?” was his only reply, his amethyst eyes reflecting the conviction of the oath he had earlier sworn to his comatose sister in hushed tones.

 

“Right now,” she responded with a satisfied smile, the first honest expression she had given since her arrival. “As we speak, arrangements are being made for your sister's transfer, as well as your own move.” Ran didn't comment on this mystery organization's obvious presumptuousness; he was well aware that anyone who knew anything about him and what happened to his family would no doubt have correctly guessed his answer.

 

“Who are you?” he asked again, though this time the question was more out of curiosity than contempt.

 

“I won't give you my real name as it goes against the anonymity of my position,” she replied. “However, you may call me `Queen', the name I go by when associating with the group you will be joining once you've completed your training.”

 

 

TBC

End of Chapter Notes: I'm sure it's obvious that the woman was Manx, and I'm well aware of the fact that she isn't really Queen… at least she's not in the translation I've read of `Crashers Knight and Ran. She is in this, though, because I need her to have access to him so that she can make the assessment about whether he's suitable for Weiss or not.