Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Youji ❯ We know where you were last night. ( Chapter 3 )
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By: PinkWhirlWind 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 556 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 556 | Status: Work In Progress
Twilight Youji 4/?
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
Warnings: None that I can think of
Notes: Ne... come see my stuff at www.onepinkrose.com
Twilight Youji
They left the shop closed. Aya made the steak he'd been saving and set it and some of Ken's favorite baked fries in front of Youji. Neither of them had said anything.
They were sitting there, not saying anything when Ken and Omi came in. Youji picked up a curly fry, twirled it around. "I'm sorry."
"For what, Youji-kun? It's not your fault that you got hurt."
He dropped the fry. "Whose fault is it then?"
"It's just part of what we do," Aya said, sitting down with a cup of coffee. "Eat, Youji."
"Don't tell me what to do," Youji snapped, putting his thumbs to temples. "Are you hurt, Ken?"
"No, just a lump. Aya, you said you'd tell us about what she said."
There wasn't much to tell. Heart wraith, just like he'd asked Omi to research, and that Youji shouldn't touch any of them, he also told them that they'd have to get that thing back from Schwartz.
Omi poured himself a cup of coffee. "I looked up 'heart wraith'. I found some French references. It's confusing, if the references are to a town protector or to a hazard."
"Oh you put that really nice, Omi-kun," Youji sneered, and forced the fry into his mouth, crushed it with his tongue, but he knew if he swallowed it, it would come right back up. So he spit it out, into his hand. "I'm going out back to smoke. You guys can sit here and decide what to do about me. We know how to get rid of bodies. It shouldn't be that hard."
"Asshole," Ken snapped. "Don't you give a shit that we don't want you to be hurt or cursed? We're going to get the curse lifted."
"I'm an asshole." Youji agreed, standing. "So don't bother. There is no point you going up against Schwartz. That thing will get stuck in one of you."
"Youji," Aya called.
The was a loneliness in Aya's voice, that Youji thought he might just be imagining because of his own loneliness. It was one thing to have no one to touch, hold, except strangers, just passing strangers, but that left the hope that he would have someone to hold him. To love him. He turned to Aya, regretted never telling the red head how beautiful he was or how many times the hope in Youji's life had come from thoughts of Aya. He dropped the fry into the trash. "Aya, I'm hungry. Do you understand? If I sit here, I'm going to reach out and take your hand."
"She might have been lying," Aya said, following after Youji. "Schwartz has messed with our heads before."
"Want to test it," Youji challenged, holding his hand up, fingers wide.
Aya mirror him their palms closing till there was just a paper's distance between them. Warm and cold. "Youji I wouldn't let you hurt one of us. Don't go," Aya said, eyes meeting Youji's. Some understanding passed between green and violet. All the causal walls they'd built, anything short of life and death, stretched spider web thin and broke. "Don't go, Youji. I need you."
"I felt happy all the times I thought about you. I'd watch you and I'd feel happy. I baited you now and then, just to see you blow up, so you'd pay attention to me. You know," Youji paused, stared at their hands, so very close to touching, and yet, not. "There were times I'd think about you, and come away actually liking myself, almost."
"Youji," Aya whispered, "In 48 hours, we'll have the curse lifted."
"Even if we could get that thing back from Schwartz, and I don't think they should have it, but what makes you think it shouldn't just be destroyed? We can't give it back to that demon."
Silence boiled over in the kitchen. Youji pulled his hand back just a little, drew his fingers down, as if he were caressing Aya's hand, then turned his back on them and went down the hall towards his room.
"He's right," Omi said. "We can't give it to that demon."
"We can't just let him stay like this," Aya hissed. "He looks like he's turning to glass."
Omi's pager went off. He yawned and rubbed one eye as he looked at. "We have a mission. She'll be here in twenty minutes."
Ken groaned. "Let's all just decline and stay home and get some sleep."
"I'll get Youji," Aya said.
All of them were too tired to give anything much thought. The twenty minutes zipped by like flowers ate sunlight, just sucked all up. At the end of it, time found them all sitting in the briefing room. Ken and Omi sat on the couch. Aya stood behind it. Youji had a stool to himself and a cigarette behind his ear.
From where Aya stood, his lips looked like rose colored glass.
"As you can see, if these men complete their plan, there will be hundreds of thousands of casualties, fatalities. We must take out not only the five operatives placing the poison canisters, but also the leaders," As she spoke the images of the targets appeared on their screen.
"When is the mission window?" Omi asked.
"This morning."
That whole silence boiling over thing happened again.
She added, "We obtained this information last night and had Weiss not been out reaching unauthorized objectives, we could have started this mission with better planning. At least all of you are at full capabilities, not counting lack of sleep. If you had been unable to accept this mission, because of vigilante activities, the would have been consequences. Not to mention people dying in the subway today. Our jobs are to protect the innocent, not to go around doing the footwork of Schwartz."
Omi colored, his nose twitching. Aya showed no sign of response at all. Youji though stood, pulled his cigarette down, eyes hooded for a moment. "That girl would have died last night. She was an innocent."
Persia selects which fights you have the option of engaging in, not Crawford. By doing what you did, you ran a high chance of delivering a very powerful weapon into the hands of our enemies. The akron is what they were trying to acquire."
"What is it," Omi asked so innocent that Youji could have sworn the kid knew nothing.
"It is said to be the heart of an angel that was cut out by a sorcerer. To be stabbed by it is to become a wraith, though when used as a tool to commit a ritual sacrifice, it simply binds the soul so that Akron is bound to consume it. When he has consumed enough souls, their sorrow and pain will turn him into a demon, which can be controlled by the owner of his heart. The wraiths themselves are compelled to feed on human souls, until they become demons as well. An entire legion of demons controlled by one object. We have been seeking it's destruction for three centuries."
"Was this angel married," Aya asked.
Manx glared. "That is a more obscure part of the myth. The first person to be stabbed with the stolen heart was the angel's human lover, an acolyte who renounced her marriage to Christ the night before she was to become a full nun. It is said that she wanders e world in search of her lover's stolen heart and that it is she who creates the victims of the akron into wraiths."
"What's a heart wraith," Youji asked.
"Okay." Manx said, turning off the projector. "Who got stabbed?"
Cigarette between his fingers, Youji raised his hand. "So what is a heart wraith?"
"It is a victim of the akron that has too much love within them to become a full wraith. There is only one verifiable record of a heart wraith. It is believed that a heart wraith both feeds the tortured angel souls, and balances him with love, as the angel will the love that the wraith feels and receives, as well as a share of the souls from those the wraith kills. Did she say you were a heart wraith?"
"Yeah, but how am I supposed to love if can't touch?"
"Youji," she reprimanded him. "Love is of the heart. If you were continents away from the on you love that love would touch you still. Still, if you are a heart wraith, you can touch those you truly love."
"Yeah? Well, who do I know?"
"Trust your heart."
"How romantic," he said, and lit up his cigarette, expecting no one was going to walk over and take it from him today.
"So," Omi said, "If we got the thing back, could we give it to her, let her give it back to her angel? Would the angel be all healed then?"
"We can't do that." She said, "because the akron has been used for many ugly things in the least three centuries. If Akron the angel tried to put it back within himself, he might turn full demon."
"But it's possible he could be healed."
Manx shrugged.
"It's possible you wouldn't die if you touch me, Omi. You want to come find out first hand?" Youji drew a long drag on his cigarette and slowly let it out, "Some things are just not worth the risk."
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
Warnings: None that I can think of
Notes: Ne... come see my stuff at www.onepinkrose.com
Twilight Youji
They left the shop closed. Aya made the steak he'd been saving and set it and some of Ken's favorite baked fries in front of Youji. Neither of them had said anything.
They were sitting there, not saying anything when Ken and Omi came in. Youji picked up a curly fry, twirled it around. "I'm sorry."
"For what, Youji-kun? It's not your fault that you got hurt."
He dropped the fry. "Whose fault is it then?"
"It's just part of what we do," Aya said, sitting down with a cup of coffee. "Eat, Youji."
"Don't tell me what to do," Youji snapped, putting his thumbs to temples. "Are you hurt, Ken?"
"No, just a lump. Aya, you said you'd tell us about what she said."
There wasn't much to tell. Heart wraith, just like he'd asked Omi to research, and that Youji shouldn't touch any of them, he also told them that they'd have to get that thing back from Schwartz.
Omi poured himself a cup of coffee. "I looked up 'heart wraith'. I found some French references. It's confusing, if the references are to a town protector or to a hazard."
"Oh you put that really nice, Omi-kun," Youji sneered, and forced the fry into his mouth, crushed it with his tongue, but he knew if he swallowed it, it would come right back up. So he spit it out, into his hand. "I'm going out back to smoke. You guys can sit here and decide what to do about me. We know how to get rid of bodies. It shouldn't be that hard."
"Asshole," Ken snapped. "Don't you give a shit that we don't want you to be hurt or cursed? We're going to get the curse lifted."
"I'm an asshole." Youji agreed, standing. "So don't bother. There is no point you going up against Schwartz. That thing will get stuck in one of you."
"Youji," Aya called.
The was a loneliness in Aya's voice, that Youji thought he might just be imagining because of his own loneliness. It was one thing to have no one to touch, hold, except strangers, just passing strangers, but that left the hope that he would have someone to hold him. To love him. He turned to Aya, regretted never telling the red head how beautiful he was or how many times the hope in Youji's life had come from thoughts of Aya. He dropped the fry into the trash. "Aya, I'm hungry. Do you understand? If I sit here, I'm going to reach out and take your hand."
"She might have been lying," Aya said, following after Youji. "Schwartz has messed with our heads before."
"Want to test it," Youji challenged, holding his hand up, fingers wide.
Aya mirror him their palms closing till there was just a paper's distance between them. Warm and cold. "Youji I wouldn't let you hurt one of us. Don't go," Aya said, eyes meeting Youji's. Some understanding passed between green and violet. All the causal walls they'd built, anything short of life and death, stretched spider web thin and broke. "Don't go, Youji. I need you."
"I felt happy all the times I thought about you. I'd watch you and I'd feel happy. I baited you now and then, just to see you blow up, so you'd pay attention to me. You know," Youji paused, stared at their hands, so very close to touching, and yet, not. "There were times I'd think about you, and come away actually liking myself, almost."
"Youji," Aya whispered, "In 48 hours, we'll have the curse lifted."
"Even if we could get that thing back from Schwartz, and I don't think they should have it, but what makes you think it shouldn't just be destroyed? We can't give it back to that demon."
Silence boiled over in the kitchen. Youji pulled his hand back just a little, drew his fingers down, as if he were caressing Aya's hand, then turned his back on them and went down the hall towards his room.
"He's right," Omi said. "We can't give it to that demon."
"We can't just let him stay like this," Aya hissed. "He looks like he's turning to glass."
Omi's pager went off. He yawned and rubbed one eye as he looked at. "We have a mission. She'll be here in twenty minutes."
Ken groaned. "Let's all just decline and stay home and get some sleep."
"I'll get Youji," Aya said.
All of them were too tired to give anything much thought. The twenty minutes zipped by like flowers ate sunlight, just sucked all up. At the end of it, time found them all sitting in the briefing room. Ken and Omi sat on the couch. Aya stood behind it. Youji had a stool to himself and a cigarette behind his ear.
From where Aya stood, his lips looked like rose colored glass.
"As you can see, if these men complete their plan, there will be hundreds of thousands of casualties, fatalities. We must take out not only the five operatives placing the poison canisters, but also the leaders," As she spoke the images of the targets appeared on their screen.
"When is the mission window?" Omi asked.
"This morning."
That whole silence boiling over thing happened again.
She added, "We obtained this information last night and had Weiss not been out reaching unauthorized objectives, we could have started this mission with better planning. At least all of you are at full capabilities, not counting lack of sleep. If you had been unable to accept this mission, because of vigilante activities, the would have been consequences. Not to mention people dying in the subway today. Our jobs are to protect the innocent, not to go around doing the footwork of Schwartz."
Omi colored, his nose twitching. Aya showed no sign of response at all. Youji though stood, pulled his cigarette down, eyes hooded for a moment. "That girl would have died last night. She was an innocent."
Persia selects which fights you have the option of engaging in, not Crawford. By doing what you did, you ran a high chance of delivering a very powerful weapon into the hands of our enemies. The akron is what they were trying to acquire."
"What is it," Omi asked so innocent that Youji could have sworn the kid knew nothing.
"It is said to be the heart of an angel that was cut out by a sorcerer. To be stabbed by it is to become a wraith, though when used as a tool to commit a ritual sacrifice, it simply binds the soul so that Akron is bound to consume it. When he has consumed enough souls, their sorrow and pain will turn him into a demon, which can be controlled by the owner of his heart. The wraiths themselves are compelled to feed on human souls, until they become demons as well. An entire legion of demons controlled by one object. We have been seeking it's destruction for three centuries."
"Was this angel married," Aya asked.
Manx glared. "That is a more obscure part of the myth. The first person to be stabbed with the stolen heart was the angel's human lover, an acolyte who renounced her marriage to Christ the night before she was to become a full nun. It is said that she wanders e world in search of her lover's stolen heart and that it is she who creates the victims of the akron into wraiths."
"What's a heart wraith," Youji asked.
"Okay." Manx said, turning off the projector. "Who got stabbed?"
Cigarette between his fingers, Youji raised his hand. "So what is a heart wraith?"
"It is a victim of the akron that has too much love within them to become a full wraith. There is only one verifiable record of a heart wraith. It is believed that a heart wraith both feeds the tortured angel souls, and balances him with love, as the angel will the love that the wraith feels and receives, as well as a share of the souls from those the wraith kills. Did she say you were a heart wraith?"
"Yeah, but how am I supposed to love if can't touch?"
"Youji," she reprimanded him. "Love is of the heart. If you were continents away from the on you love that love would touch you still. Still, if you are a heart wraith, you can touch those you truly love."
"Yeah? Well, who do I know?"
"Trust your heart."
"How romantic," he said, and lit up his cigarette, expecting no one was going to walk over and take it from him today.
"So," Omi said, "If we got the thing back, could we give it to her, let her give it back to her angel? Would the angel be all healed then?"
"We can't do that." She said, "because the akron has been used for many ugly things in the least three centuries. If Akron the angel tried to put it back within himself, he might turn full demon."
"But it's possible he could be healed."
Manx shrugged.
"It's possible you wouldn't die if you touch me, Omi. You want to come find out first hand?" Youji drew a long drag on his cigarette and slowly let it out, "Some things are just not worth the risk."