Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Past Don't Forget ❯ A conversation ( Chapter 1 )
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By: fuzzy6 
a conversation atfer the fall of the temple.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 542 | Visits: 471 | Status: Work In Progress
a conversation atfer the fall of the temple.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 542 | Visits: 471 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: The Past Don't Forget.
Author: LLN
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: Ken/Farfarello, more as they come.
Spoilers: Everything.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu&Project Weiz.
Summary: After the fall of the Temple, Ken finds he has rose from a watery grave.
But he is not alone.
Feedback: Is like...something really good.
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Prologue...
He didn't remember swimming for his life, nor did he remember crawl out of the water up the beach or coughing up half the lake. But he must have done it. Why else would he be sitting on the sand about to watch the sunrise?
"The Weiss kitten is surprised to have survived?" came the question from a melodic voice in an almost singsong fashion. He looked over at his companion, white colorless hair stood in wet spikes, one feral yellow eye seemed to glow at him, the other cover but a black patch, wearing a suit that was once pure white.
He nodded at the question. He had thought this would be the end, had hoped to would be...he was just so tired. Tired of the betrayals, tired of killing, tired of lying. But mostly tired of fighting, fighting the memories of the past, his team but most of all himself.
"Did the kitten think he deserved such a peaceful death?"
Yes, peaceful. Drowning would be peaceful, once one stopped fighting to breath. But he hadn't stopped had he? Did that meant he wanted to live or had he been fighting for so long he has just forgotten how to stop fighting.
He shook his head to answer, no he didn't deserve peaceful. He should die as he lived.
He fought by the blade he should die by one.
"What happens now?" he asked the other. The feral yellow eye looked confused, as if no one ever asked what he thought.
"I want to go home." Said the other.
"Where's that?" he asked.
"Ireland," the other said softly, almost reverently.
Ireland, he'd never been there before...it sounded exciting, new, different and far from here.
'What's to stop us?' he wondered. The others were dead or they would have found them by now.
He was Weiss, a hunter in the night. A bringer of justice to those who thought they were above the law. At least that's what they were told, when in fact reality was much worse.
He was an assassin, a killer, and a murder. He had wonder offend if he had chosen the right path. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't but it didn't matter now.
He was a hunter of the dark beasts that preyed on the innocents of man. A hunter of evil men. When a man served an evil purpose he would be there to stop it.
He was Weiss...but now he was through.
"Ireland sounds nice," he said.
The other smiled.
Author: LLN
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: Ken/Farfarello, more as they come.
Spoilers: Everything.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu&Project Weiz.
Summary: After the fall of the Temple, Ken finds he has rose from a watery grave.
But he is not alone.
Feedback: Is like...something really good.
***************
Prologue...
He didn't remember swimming for his life, nor did he remember crawl out of the water up the beach or coughing up half the lake. But he must have done it. Why else would he be sitting on the sand about to watch the sunrise?
"The Weiss kitten is surprised to have survived?" came the question from a melodic voice in an almost singsong fashion. He looked over at his companion, white colorless hair stood in wet spikes, one feral yellow eye seemed to glow at him, the other cover but a black patch, wearing a suit that was once pure white.
He nodded at the question. He had thought this would be the end, had hoped to would be...he was just so tired. Tired of the betrayals, tired of killing, tired of lying. But mostly tired of fighting, fighting the memories of the past, his team but most of all himself.
"Did the kitten think he deserved such a peaceful death?"
Yes, peaceful. Drowning would be peaceful, once one stopped fighting to breath. But he hadn't stopped had he? Did that meant he wanted to live or had he been fighting for so long he has just forgotten how to stop fighting.
He shook his head to answer, no he didn't deserve peaceful. He should die as he lived.
He fought by the blade he should die by one.
"What happens now?" he asked the other. The feral yellow eye looked confused, as if no one ever asked what he thought.
"I want to go home." Said the other.
"Where's that?" he asked.
"Ireland," the other said softly, almost reverently.
Ireland, he'd never been there before...it sounded exciting, new, different and far from here.
'What's to stop us?' he wondered. The others were dead or they would have found them by now.
He was Weiss, a hunter in the night. A bringer of justice to those who thought they were above the law. At least that's what they were told, when in fact reality was much worse.
He was an assassin, a killer, and a murder. He had wonder offend if he had chosen the right path. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't but it didn't matter now.
He was a hunter of the dark beasts that preyed on the innocents of man. A hunter of evil men. When a man served an evil purpose he would be there to stop it.
He was Weiss...but now he was through.
"Ireland sounds nice," he said.
The other smiled.