Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tracks ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

This is the first part of what I hope to be many. My first serious story and I have no-one to beta for me so any help/comments gratefully received.

Prologue

Quiet, it was quiet.

He raised his head from his hands and peered about fearfully. Yes, they had left him alone for now. The constant chattering had ceased but he could feel them waiting in the shadows watching, he had to act quickly, this moment of rare silence brought with it precious clarity. Yes, yes now, now he needed to plan, plan for… for what?

He yanked at his hair, as if it would pull his mind into focus, he needed to … leave. Yes, escape, had to get out of here, here? A cell, yes, had to go, had to… something, it was something important, God he had to focus. No god here boy you know that Shut up not yet. No. No matter, it would come just remember, remember. How long had he been here? Too much time had passed to keep track. Day and night meant nothing and their 'training' was relentless. Wait, had they noticed he was lucid?

He waited barely breathing, to see if they would come. No he was safe for now but no telling how long he had. Oh they'll come again soon enough Make you pay, make everyone pay pray I said shut up Now. Now he had to find… find someone. Who? Who…

He jumped up, the memory like an electric shock through his body. He braced himself against the wall his heart pounding against his chest. Oh god they'd been so careless. But they had been so tired of running. Running for so long, from all of those seeking to profit from the chaos of the destruction of Kritiker. To remove them from the game once and for all, after that terrible night on the island near Yokosuka, when he had found them cold, wet and hurting so much. They'd been angry that he had come back he remembered that. Thought he had an escape, a way out, as if he could escape from himself, his true family. How could he have left them there to die alone?

So they had struggled through those dark days, the three of them badly wounded, inside and out. It was many long months until they felt safe to stop, after many desperate fights, finally realising what it really meant to be fighting for your lives.

It had been the perfect hideout, abandoned and isolated, with clear views to all sides. They'd finally found a refuge. And time. Time to heal the festering wounds eating away inside of all of them. To take the bloodlust from Kens face and bring back the smile that they now saw hadn't been there for oh so long, to hold him and wait out the storm when the horror of where he had been heading to hit home.

The other two he'd fussed and fretted over, unsure how to help or even reach them. Yohji had a bleakness in his eyes that scared him and Aya had become practically catatonic. Then Yohji had surprised them all by taking Aya in hand, dismissing all their attempts to help. He'd worried at first that Yohji was in no fit state to care for himself let alone anyone else, but putting Aya back together again had been his therapy. And eventually, after the shouting and fighting had stopped, after Aya had become Yohji's permanent shadow, they'd emerged whole and his family became complete again.

And when the comforting touches became more, and they stopped trying to hide the feelings that were so clear in both their eyes from Ken and him, that was okay too, because the tenderness and the love they had helped all of them, and he would have paid any price to see Aya, no Ran, smile again. It had made him feel safe. Too safe and he'd stopped watching.

It had been quick and professional. Gas grenades in the middle of the night, senses dulled by a night of good friends and good wine. They hadn't stood a chance. He choked back a sob as he thought of his team. He hadn't seen them since that night, a lifetime ago. He believed they were still alive. They hadn't come to him not matter how many times he called for them. But there was so many people it was hard to tell in the crush and God they never shut up!

Footsteps in the corridor. Damn it how long had he been standing here hesitating? A ripple of anticipation ran through the figures in the shadows and the murmuring started up. He crouched back down in the corner trying to make himself as small as possible as they reached for him again. Ah little boy we will make you bleed Help me Pain so much pain hear me Can you hear me? We will make you scream make you pay So bright such a pretty light Let us touch you Feed us He was so tired, he didn't think he could keep fighting anymore, or even if he still was. It scared him to think that they'd won and he hadn't realised.

He barely heard the keys turning in his cell door over the rising clamour of voices, as his mind was whited out by all the noise. Omi pulled his arms over his head and gave into the sobs turning his heart to lead.

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