Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ the rescue ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )

Main Pairings: Nagi/Omi, Schuldig/Yohji; other possible pairings will be revealed later

Timeline: Set a year or so after Gluhen

Note from the Author: This story will be slightly AU. As it has already taken me too much time trying to fit the pieces together, I decided to make my life easier. >_<; I hope you like it. Feel free to give your comments and suggestions. Thanks also goes to MikaSamu and the readers for their input! ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. T_T;

Chapter One

Saijou Takatori turned over the thought in his mind as he scanned the profiles of Kritiker's recruits on his desktop, for the first time recognizing the faces as the class G students from Koua Academy, the last assignment given to the previous Weiss Kreuz. Aside from the fact that they were recognized as the new members of the elite assassin group, the new recruits were so physically strong that they were able to bypass the tight security at the mansion.

However strong they are, Saijou could not place why Nagi had not been able to take them down, capable as he was and with extremely developed kinesis. Those were the reasons why he was appointed as Mamoru's bodyguard. He now wondered what sort of hold the recruits might have over the two present captives, since Nagi was kinetic and should have been able to strangle their captors or even transport themselves back to safety.

Another thought had been nagging him as he stood up and frowned at the mansion grounds outside the full-length windows, pink and blue skies announcing the near arrival of sunrise. Kritiker had finally been able to put up a skilled assassin group combining the skills of the new recruits for months. Why had they decided to turn against them only now? Were they waiting for the opportune moment when the Crashers are replaced? Had they been trying to win their trust? For what?

A knock on the door interrupted his musings as his secretary entered his office without much preamble. The younger man stopped before the wide, mahogany desk and cleared his throat.

"What did you find?" Saijou asked in his tired voice, turning to meet his secretary's gaze.

The man nodded shortly before speaking. "It has been confirmed that the recruits are the students from the school. We will be trying to trace their whereabouts when they call."

"If they call." Saijou corrected warily. "Is that all the information you have retrieved?"

"We may have some assumptions, Sir," he timidly replied as he removed his spectacles and lifted his clear, brown eyes to face his employer. "We believe they have a connection with Rosenkrus." He watched his employer as the older man became reflective. He patiently waited where he stood, and averted his gaze to the wooden surface of the desk.

Saijou remembered Rosenkrus having something to do with the school, having sent three of its members to help Epitaph in the final stages of their project. This might be what the recruits were talking about. Yet, Weiss weren't the only ones directly responsible for the death of the three Rosenkrus members. Schwarz had been there too. That may also be the reason why they took Nagi in as well. Why hadn't Nagi been able to handle them? Did he allow to surrender himself solely for the purpose of Mamoru's safety? Will they be safe for long?

Kritiker has never asked for outside help when it came to these kind of situations and the only option they ever had was to rely on the other group, the Crashers, to back Weiss up whenever things got out of hand. With the new Crashers however, Saijou was not confident that they will be able to accomplish the mission, if ever he gave the order to them. Although they had already received rescue missions before, Saijou believed this a more serious situation compared to the past assignments they had. Apart from the fact that his grandson is involved, the Crashers will have to go against Weiss, which he is willing to admit, the Crashers will not be able to defeat. Saijou prayed that his secretary's assumption would not be true, if it were, then they were in for more trouble.

"Sir, what is your plan of action?" The secretary asked with concern.

Saijou momentarily closed his eyes as he searched his mind for any kind of solution. He could not reach the old members of Crashers since he had promised never to bother them again for they have wished to have their normal lives back. Even if he got desperate, their whereabouts are unknown to them as well. Perhaps if he could reach a few contacts overseas? 'Dare to dream,' he stomped at the emerging thought of asking help from other organizations. It is a huge step back for his pride and for Kritiker. Yet, would he risk two lives for the sake of reputation? Should he speak for Kritiker, or for his grandson?

Maybe he was looking at the problem the wrong way. There must be something he could do to save his grandson and at the same time to save Kritiker from further humiliation. 'Look at what this job is doing to me. I should sort my priorities out.' They are not even sure as of now whether Rosenkrus had anything to do with his grandson's abduction. Perhaps he should not think too much ahead of things.

"Sir?"

The old man sighed resignedly and opened his eyes to face his secretary. "I'm considering your assumptions. Find anything you can about Rosenkrus and its present administration. They might be using our recruits to get back at us. And do trace them if they call."

With a curt nod, the young secretary left his office.

Saijou weakly returned to his seat and relaxed into his chair. The last thing they needed is Rosenkrus with its trained talents waging war against them. The previous Weiss had had their hands full with Schwarz before. Now, with the new Weiss betraying them and the Crashers not cut for the job, he could think of no other solution. He ran a list of people and organizations he might call if things get drastic. He could persuade a few organizations to lend a hand...

'Wait,' Saijou sat up, as a sudden idea brought him renewed hope. He pressed the speaker to address his secretary. 'This might just work.' "Please direct me to this call."

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