Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Undistinguished UnderScore ❯ Undercover ( Chapter 24 )

Manx's red hair glinted off the mid-day sun as she stood at the corner with her arms crossed awaiting Zeva's arrival. She diligently brushed back some of her hair behind her shoulder and smiled simultaneously at Zeva as she approached.

"Did everything go according to plan?" Manx spoke softly, scanning Zeva's eyes.

"Yes it did, Yuriko arrived as planned and on time."

Manx studied Zeva's face more fluently and cocked her head at a titled angle "You're upset...?" A smile crept over her pale face and a glimmer entered her blue green eyes. Zeva shoved her hands in the deep outside pockets of her trench coat and lowered her head.

"Let's just go, ok? You've done what you thought necessary. He's not a part of my life anymore..."

Manx leaned against the warm brick wall, her smile growing more defined. "As much as I'd like to believe I can't."

"Are we going or not?!" Zeva jerk her head around at Manx, her teeth bared and her voice bitter.

"Glad to see you're alive and well, by the way." Manx pushed herself off the wall to stand next to Zeva and began to walk with her.

"Glad to know you care..by the way.." Zeva stopped shortly "Yuriko knows nothing.." A cold look entered Zeva's eyes "Does she?"

Manx stopped a few feet ahead of Zeva and looked back "No..she doesn't. You understand Kritker only wishes to look after the best interest of their "employees". It's dangerous for two assassins to get involved, especially if the woman gets pregnant."

"What kind of a woman do you think I am?!" Zeva's words bit through the air, her eyes becoming an array of shifty colors.

"I don't know Zeva, that's why Yuriko is here."

"So what happens if SHE gets pregnant!"

"Kritker doesn't have to worry about that."

Zeva's eyes shifted to glowing amber as she clenched her fist together, her whole body tense. "Whatever..."

"Save you're energy for the training Calico." Manx spoke profoundly.

Zeva kicked and dodged, the air-conditioned air biting against her sweat covered body, making her chest sting and ache with cramps but her persistence and rage kept her going. She dodged another blow from her trainer, only to impale him in the jaw with her raw fists sending spouts of blood shooting from his lip and streaming across her face, dotting it in others. She panted, placing her sweaty hands to her knees and hunched over, her trainer sprawled on the floor a few feet in front of her. She slowly straitened herself out and clenched her fists by her side, steadily watching her trainer rise to his feet his hand covering his busted lip.

"Damn it Z! When did you get fists of iron?" The man wiped the red liquid that poured from his mouth onto the back of his hand and spit on the ground leaving a dime sized puddle of saliva and blood. Zeva laughed teasingly and was about to speak until the intercom buzzed on and Persia spoke from the small box.

"Zeva, my office please." Was all Persia had to say to the young woman. Zeva rubbed the back of her head and smiled sheepishly.

"I feel like I'm back in high school and I'm being called to the principles office for beating up the quarter back again.." Her trainer laughed at the comment she made before guzzling the water his sports bottle supported, spitting some of it out as it mixed with the blood that still poured from his mouth. Zeva tapped gently on the door of Persia's office, creaking it open with his response from the other side. She casually stepped in, closing the door behind her, the back of Persia's chair facing her Manx standing by his desk as usual.

"You wanted to see me, Persia-Sama." Without turning his chair, he spoke to her.

"I've got a mission for you, but NOT with Weiss."

"...I understand..."

"Manx will give you all the information you need."

"So I take it this is a solo mission?"

"You got it."

"So what is it this time? Gathering information."

"Precisely, kill anyone who stops you." Zeva yanked the file that Manx sported in her hand and flipped through it.

"Fine with me." She neatly tucked the file away under her arm. "And if I get caught?"

Persia's voice thickened and hung in the air "You WON'T get caught..that's an order." Zeva shrugged and began to walk toward the door to make her exit, she placed her hand on the doorknob, warping her fingers around the cold steel. "Zeva..." she stopped at hearing Persia's voice again. "Watch yourself, we don't want a repeat of last time."

"You're not the only one." Zeva mumbled partially under her breath. She twisted the knob and moved out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her. Walking down the long stretched hallway she wandered into the locker room to gather her things and begin to prepare herself for the mission she would endure tonight.

Zeva jiggled the key in the whole of which it was placed and unlocked the door and flipped on the light. Neese wasn't home, which she was more than happy about. She walked down the narrow hallway that led to her room and discarded her bag on the bed, unfamiliar pieces of clothing partially revealing themselves.

"What the..? Did I pick up the wrong bag?" Zeva eyed the strange fragments of clothing that had randomly been stashed into her bag, her eyes widening as she pulled out a lacy sheer over shirt. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Zeva rolled up the sexually appeasing fragments of cloth into a ball and tossed into a corner of her room, only to have her eyes fall on a white enveloped that seemed to of come with the clothes. She snatched it and quickly tore it open, reading over it carefully.

"Dear Zeva,

If you're reading this it most likely means you have found the random articles of clothing that have been positioned in you're bag. I felt they might be helpful for your undercover mission tonight.

Manx."

"UNDERCOVER?!! WHAT COVER CAN I HIDE UNDER THAT?!" Zeva screeched and she crumpled the paper the way she did the lacy top and tossed it into the same corner where the shirt had been relocated before picking up the phone and violently dialing Manx's number.

"Manx-"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN `UNDER COVER?!" Zeva yelled with all her might through the phone, Manx quickly jerking her end of the line away from her ear.

"Hello Zeva..."

"You didn't say anything about undercover MANX!"

"I shouldn't have had too, it's in your file." Manx said smugly.

Zeva's expression stiffened and she dropped her voice a notch or two "Just so you know..I'm giving you a REALLY dirty look right now.." Zeva scooped up the file from her bed and flipped through it again, only to have the phone drop from her shoulder in utter horror.

"I take it you found out what your going undercover as.." Said Manx on the other side of the line as she heard crashing sounds from Zeva's end of the line only to have Zeva pick up her phone a minute later.

"A STRIPPER?!!!!!!!"

"Well if it makes you feel any better Ken had to cross dress for a mission..."

"...you know...there are just some things I really don't want to know...and...WHAT THE HELL?! THERE IS NO UNDERCOVER IN THAT?! THERE'S NO COVER PERIOD!!!"

"You never actually have to strip..." Zeva wasn't exactly listening.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO ME NOT GETTING PREGNANT?!"

"You won't get pregnant..." Manx's voice had become annoyed through Zeva's random outbursts.

"What?! Do you guys have some sort of crystal ball and you can see everything?!! Ok fine! I'll do this mission! But if I get pregnant, I'm giving YOU the kid Manx! And you and Persia can raise it! THAT'S my revenge! And if I'm lucky, it'll be like ME! To give you guys more HELL!" Zeva slammed her finger down on the off button and threw her phone down the bed, totally infuriated with the entire situation. Zeva cautiously walked over to the lump of flesh colored lace and poked at it a few times before picking it up and going back to dig threw the rest of her bag to find the bottom, or lack there of. Zeva groaned as she held up a very small leather mini skirt, and what she concluded as death heels to top it off. "I'm going to kill myself in these...I know it...that or make a total idiot out of myself...or all of the above..." She gathered all the material under her arm and slowly, painfully slipped into them, a black bra under the flesh lace being the only thing keeping her from full exposure. She slipped the skirt up around her hips and let it hang off curved hips, showing the faintest lining of her black panties. With that part mastered, she slowly slipped into the clear platform like heels. She fixed her hair and make up to make her more becoming of the role she would attempt tonight and then backed up to eye the monstrosity in the mirror, though to her surprise she looked rather sexy, in an provocative sort of sense. She walked out to the living room and grabbed her trench coat, tying it tight around her body, hiding her form of dress diligently before she gripped her keys, took a deep breath and opened the door. She trotted down the stairs, almost falling in the heels. She finally made it to her car, relived to be on level ground and slid into the driver's seat, twisting the key in the ignition, a map to where she would perform this blasphemous deed showing up on the small screen located by her seat. She followed the map, she had her instructions, and she knew what she had to do as much as she wished she didn't. By the time she got to the club, it was 10:00pm, she had made it about on time only running a few minutes late. She shut off her lights as she pulled around the back, twisting the key and listening to the engine go silent. "I'm not going to a stripper club with you, Yohji!" Ken glared at Yohji, getting annoyed with his persistence. She stepped out of the car and walked toward the back door, no guard that was nice. This was the door, no doubt about it the bold black print that read `Dressing Room' helped her out on that one. She twisted the thick cold handle and shoved her way into the room, where other girls were preparing themselves stopped to stare at her. She shot icy glares at each of them, ignoring the expression's she reviewed back. She made her way to a mirror and touched up her make up and hair before a short, mildly round man came down stairs to instruct the girls that they were almost up and to be ready.

~*~ Back at Ken's apartment.~*~

"Come on Ken!" Yohji still continued to persuade his buddy. "A couple of drinks and good music hosted by some pretty ladies is JUST what you need to get your mind off your troubles!"

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No"

"Plllleeeaaassseee?"

"Nooooooooooooo."

"Aww! Come on Ken! You NEVER go out!"

"Go bug Aya, he doesn't either."

"That's because I think he's A-sexual."

"I'm...really going to pretend you didn't say that just now."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"FINE!" Ken sat up, clenching his fists fiercely at his sides as he stormed over to grab his coat of the rack that hung by his door. "I'll GO! But I won't enjoy it!"

"YAY!" Yohji smiled with glee as he went to make himself presentable to all the ladies at the club. Or so he wished. Ken stood in his living room, running his hands through his smooth, creamy dark brown hair as he waited for Yohji to get ready. He didn't feel like changing, he was in loose fitting blue jeans and a shirt that defined his muscles, it was just fine for him as long as Yohji would be quiet. Yohji came back dressed in a black muscle shirt and wranglers to match, his hair neatly combed and his sunglasses positioned just right on his face.

"Do you really think your going to need those?" Ken raised an eyebrow at the sight of his sunglasses.

"Hey man! It's all about the look."

Ken smirked "I had no idea stupidity was the current look these days.."

"Yeah well..HEY!" Ken busted out in hysterical laughter, wrapping one of his arms around his stomach, the other supporting him against the wall. Yohji grumbled "Lets just go.." The two men made their way down the stair units and passed Aya along the way. "Hey Man!" Yohji wrapped one arm around Aya's muscular shoulders. "What do you say you me and Ken all go have some fun tonight?"

Aya gripped Yohji's arm and untangled it from his shoulders "No thanks, I'll do without fun for tonight."

"Rrriiiiggghhtt.. Well can't say I didn't ask. Let's go Ken." Both the men turned their backs to their friend and exited out the back door, Ken demanded he take his motorcycle in fear of his own life with Yohji driving. Yohji gave in, and let Ken tag along on his bike while he fired up the roadster, once Aya found himself primarily alone, except for Omi who had occupied himself inside Nagi's room for reasons Aya didn't want to know about, he quickly made his exit down the stairs and out the back door. He left his trench coat loose, exposing a shirt that defined his chest against the pale moons shimmer, casual loose blue jeans lining his legs. He watched his feet as he walked, but casually raised his head to meet his destination at the end of the street, she stood bathed in moon light, her hair moving with the playful breeze, a skirt dancing around her knees with a shirt exposing a teasing amount of cleavage. Aya stopped his slow pace to take her in, just as she was and watched her movement, every defrayment this mystic light provided against her and he watched a smile form on her gentle face. He started walking toward her again, and she waited patiently till he arrived to stand over her like always. She peered deeply into his eyes, her smile growing.

"Hello." Her voice carried with the wind.

"Hi..." His expression never changed as he looked at her, but he shifted his eyes down to examine his hand that had now been occupied by another inhabitant, and he watched as he felt her fingers lace with his. He angled his eyes back over to look into her passionate brown orbs.

"Shall we go?"

Aya could almost feel a smile expose itself as he watched her and gave her hand a mild squeeze "Sure."

~*~ Back to the Mission~*~

Zeva furiously scooted things around in her bag `I'm going to kill Manx..' she thought to herself as she gritted her teeth `Where am I going to put my gun?! My Knives! Shit I can't even hide my wire!! THIS IS PATHETIC! ...some bodies going to die tonight...' Zeva shoved back her back completely frustrated, only to have the guy from the time before come back down.

"You're on the girls!" Zeva watched the girl's line up and she got toward the back, stripping herself of her trench coat covering. So far she had gotten lucky, none of the others girls had asked questions and she was hoping it would stay that way.

Ken followed Yohji into the parking lot, suddenly having second thoughts as he eyed the building `If Yuriko or Zeva found out, they would kill me!' he thought in fear as images of being brutally tortured ran through his mind. He had managed to park next to Yohji and turned off his motorcycle, lifting his helmet off his head letting his hair fall smoothly back into place.

"Yohji I-" His words were interrupted with Yohji thumping a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong Ken? You're not backing out on me? Are yeah?"

"Well it's just-"

"GOOD! That's what I thought." Yohji tucked one arm around Ken's waist and before Ken could object, he found him self tucked under Yohji's arm and positioned next to his waist.

"Gah! Yohji! PUT ME DOWN!"

"No way man, I'm not letting you back out on me."

"I'm not going to back out on you!!!" Ken was infuriated, he was a grown man being carried, and it was humiliating in itself.

"That's what ALL the first timers say."

"So is that what YOU said Yo-tan?" Ken let a mischievous smirk consume his lips.

"Bah! Of course not, I was an experienced first timer."

"Why do I find myself not buying into that last phrase?"

Yohji glared down at Ken who was still tucked under his arm "Don't even go there.." He finally sat Ken down when they were closer to the doors. Ken glared and smoothed out his shoot and ran his fingers through his hair before stepping through the doors of the club. Music was blaring, and scantily clad girls were at every angle you turned.

"Yosh we got here just in time!" Yohji exclaimed as he grabbed onto to Ken's arm and dragged him over to where the exotic dancers were about to perform.

"Is this all you come here for?!" Ken pulled his arm away from Yohji's grip and glared.

"No, of course not. This is just the appetizer." Yohji smiled smugly to himself as he got a table close to the action, Ken setting cautiously next to him. The slight suddenly dimmed and the music shifted to a more up beat song, the boxes where the metal poles were positioned were lit up by underground florescent lights and Ken watched, sitting back in his chair, arms folded a glare creasing over his face. Yohji glancing over at him and nudging him slightly "Come on Ken, at least try and look like your having fun. You don't have to watch if you don't want too."

"Oh no, I'm GOING to watch, and try to figure out what the hell the fascination is with these kind of clubs is." Yohji gaped at Ken in a confused manner and slapped a hand on his shoulder.

"You poor poor sex deprived soul."

"HEY! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?!" Yohji slapped a maraschino cherry in Ken's mouth to shut him up.

"You'll need this for later..Shit..you're going to need all the help you can get!" Ken glared intensely at Yohji through the cherry, but his attention was shifted back to the stage as the girls begin their acts of provocative dancing that sent all the men into an uproar. Yohji staying silent most of the time, in fact Ken noticed he wasn't paying much attention to any one of the dancers, which surprised him in more than one way.

One thing kept running through Zeva's mind "Get the owners attention." Her instructions told her that the owner never missed the dances and with the help of a photo she would be able to spot him from here. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she began to diligently wrap her body around the sleek metal pole that felt cold against her skin that had been coated in alovera lotion to give that soft artificial gleam that looked real with the help of stage light. She let herself slide against the pole, almost loosing her positioning but regained skillfully without anyone noticing. She wrapped her legs around her the pole and squeezed, slowly releasing her hands from the metal pole, letting her back go flat against the stiff dance assistant. Cheers and whistles emitted from the crowd as she pulled her stunt and steadily pulled herself back up, jumping back up and letting herself spin around the pole and for a moment she was actually enjoying herself but she knew she still had more time left up there. She swung herself out from the pole, hanging on with one arm and one leg as she began to remove her lace covering, when her eyes locked onto the one person she would of never of thought, or wanted to see at this particular moment. `OH MY -' she screamed inside her head, and she felt panic and sheer embarrassment strike her like a 18-wheeler. He wasn't looking at her, of which she was grateful. She froze in that position for what felt like eternity, but she found herself moving again sooner than she thought, she discarded of her lace covering and threw it out into the crowd, her eyes still locked onto Ken, debating if she was going to "punish" him for being in a place like this. Of course, taking note of Yohji she would blame him for the time being. Ken's eyes scanned the stage one last time, his eyes finally taking note of the one woman that his eyes had been drifting back too for unknown reasons the entire time, until now. Ken gripped Yohji's arm in sheer shock.

"Oh my god...Y...Yohji..."

"What Ken?"

"Please...tell me...I'm seeing things..."

"It depends one what you mean by `things'" Yohji smirked, only to get pounded on the head by Ken's fist.

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE HORNY!"

"Gah! What is it Ken?!"

Ken grabbed Yohji's face and jerked to the form of Zeva "What do you see?"

"An excessively beautiful body in a short black mini skirt and a matching bra."

"THE FACE YOU MORON! WORK WITH ME HERE!"

"Well I..." Yohji's face went ghostly pale as his jaw dropped "OH MY GOD! THAT'S ZEVA!" Yohji nearly fell out of his chair in shock, at hearing her name shouted over the music Zeva made her way down the step unit to be more up front and personal, this wasn't a mission anymore, it was revenge that of which she would enjoy and contribute very through ally. She walked over to Ken and Yohji's table with the rhythm of the song swaying in her hips, a smile of evil doings becoming present on her face. She stood in front of Ken and smiled the rhythm of the song never leaving her exposed body, curling her hips and twisting her stomach in a more than sexually appeasing way, flexing her legs as she ran her hands up and down her body, in and around her curves. Ken watched her, hypnotized and in shock at the same time as he watched her body gleam in front of him with the help of the lights and felt himself swell under his loins, Ken quickly felt a hard flush over come his entire face with Zeva only making it worse as she straddled him in his chair. She ran his hands down his chest and pressed her mouth to his neck, licking off some of the very small beads of sweat that had exposed themselves on his soft flesh. She removed herself from his neck and slowly moved her body with the base of the music as she practically lay on top of him, pressing her chest to his and grinding into his swollen groin while rocking back and forth on top of him. Ken dropped his head back, biting his lip and clenching his fingers together to resist the urge to begin to explore that heavenly body that was causing him more pleasure than she knew. He closed his eyes and released a whimper with the sensation of her hands trailing down his chest again, her fingertips purposely running over his tender nipples. With that he didn't know how much more he could withstand from her before he would have to push her off to save him from himself.

"Zeva I-" He was abruptly cut off by the act of her gently biting his bottom lip, smiling as she pulled away.

"Shhh..I'm working." She removed herself from Ken as the music began to dim, she had one more song to find the owner which wouldn't be hard. She winked at Ken who sat in his chair taking in deep, panting gasps before she spun on her death traps and walked back up to the platform to await the next song. Once Ken regained his senses, he quickly ran from his seat, almost knocking it over and darted toward the bathrooms, running strait toward the sinks, filling it with cold water with which he splashed all over his face, pieces of her dark brown hair sticking to his skin and getting some of it on his shirt. He clutched the side of the sink, still breathing hard. Raising his head as he heard the bathroom door swing open, Yohji standing in it's entrance.

"I don't think I've ever seen you that turned on in all the time I've known you." Yohji proclaimed in a smart laic tone.

"Shut-up!" Ken's words attacked Yohji as he tried to wipe off some of the water from his face with his shirt. "What would you know about my sexual fantasies anyway?" Ken tossed his head side to side in an attempt to get some of the wet pieces of hair unstuck from his face.

"Everything, I'm male."

"Screw you.." Ken glared mildly at Yohji through partially damp bangs.

"No thanks, That's Zeva's Job. At least for tonight."

Ken felt his face grow red again "YOHJI!"

"Hey man! In all honesty, I'm not supposed to tell you this..but I brought you here out of a favor of Manx. Now what Z is doing here..I really don't know..but I'm not exactly complaining and I know you're not!"

"YOHJI!!!"

"Hey man! Say what you want, but the pants don't lie."

"eh..?! I..umm..Well, what I mean to say is. What's this about Manx?" Ken desperately tried to change the subject. Yohji shrugged and moved to lean against the wall.

"All I know is that she called me earlier today, and asked me to take you here. She wouldn't let me ask why, or tell me for that matter. So here we are, and be it the truth be told, I've never been here in my life."

"Yeah..right.." Ken rolled his eyes and made his way toward the door.

"I'm serious! I didn't even know this was a strip club! Who you should really be questioning is Manx!"

"Right..because she has time to go to strip clubs.." Ken raised his eyebrow at Yohji, completely unconvinced.

"Hey! She IS the one who gave me all the information!" Ken shook his head, the argument was futile and he just wanted to go home.

Back in the dressing room, Zeva quickly hurried to her bag, pulling out a black floppy disk from inside the front her panty line.

"Holy great mother of Sushi! THAT Was uncomfterbal! Well, at least he was drunk enough and highly idiotic in the first place for me to get it without him noticing.." Zeva zipped the floppy inside a hidden compartment in her bag and took a deep breath, glad her mission was over and she could forget this whole night ever happened. She sighed, smiling lightly her back turned the rest of the dressing room, not realizing another one of the strippers was behind her removing a long wavy black haired wig. Zeva casually turned around, looping her bag onto her shoulder with the other woman moving with her simotainiously nsync only to have both meet formillar eyes.

"what..the? OH MY GOD!! NEESE?!" Zeva fell over flat on her back in total shock, Neese compressing herself to the nearest wall in horror. Zeva raised her arm and pointed a finger at her twin sister in a justifying form "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"ME?! WHAT ABOUT YOU?!"

"How did I miss you?! You have silver hair for crying out loud!!!"

"I was wearing a wig oh genius one!" Neese held up with black lump of hair that had pieces of it crammed into her flexed hand. "Hey…is that MY Bra?!!!"

Zeva glared "It's not my fault were the same cup size, besides you wore mine today. But you still haven't answered my question." Neese gripped Zeva by the arm and helped her up from the floor.

"Will talk at home..I'll meet you there."

Zeva nodded "Right.." She reached for her trench coat and wrapped it back around her body closing off her exposure as she exited the dressing room under Neese's watchful eye.