Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Darker Light ❯ A Darker Light ( Chapter 1 )

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Luce Scura (Dark Light)
by Yami Bakura


Omi aimed carefully, and fired. His bolt flew true, and felled the target. He smiled, and motioned to Ken that they could go. Only Omi and Ken had taken this one, because Yohji hadn't been bothered, and Aya needed some time with his sister. It was simple. Get into the museum, take out the thief, and get out of said museum. Cake and pie, as far as the two were concerned. Omi was now nineteen. He'd been an assassin for most of his life, and Ken, just reaching twenty two, had been at it for four, going on five years. They still moved and thought like a lethal team. The two original members of Weiss, they shared a special bond, something that had allowed nothing to come between them.

Ken gave him a thumbs up, letting him know that they were good, when suddenly two very unwanted guests showed up.

"Tsk tsk tsk, leaving such a mess behind you,” a familiar, sneering voice said, barely above a whisper.

Nagi and Schuldig stepped out of the shadows. Omi leveled his crossbow on them.

"What are you two fools doing here?" Ken sniped, obviously mad that this distraction might make him miss his game.

"Oddly enough, we were sent to do this," he motioned the body. "And also grab a few of these-" Nagi's eyes glowed creepily, and four ... somethings... rose out of their cases. "So now that we've got them, and you did the dirty work for us, we'll just be on our way." They turned to leave. Omi made a grab for one of the indiscernible floating objects, and snatched it out of the air. Ken followed his example, and also came back victorious. Nagi growled, but Schuldig stopped him.

"We'll take what we've got and get out of here. We're almost out of time, anyway." Nagi scowled, but nodded, and they took off. An alarm went off, and Omi and Ken split as quick as they could.


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The next morning, Omi got a good look at what he'd rescued from Schwarz. It was circular, with five long spikes hanging from it. What caught his attention the most, though, was the pyramid in the middle, with an Egyptian-looking eye symbol in the middle of it. It gave him the willies, but he couldn't seem to put it down. It had a smaller ring at the top that seemed to be there for the purpose of hanging a string through it. He found something to tie around it, and slipped it around his neck. Immediately, he felt better about the thing. It still felt strange, but now its strangeness was a ... familiar one. He shook his head, and got dressed for work.


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He met Ken in the back room of the koneko, looking for string with which to tie his own object around his neck. He had a feeling that that was where it went, and that it wouldn't be happy anywhere else. Omi studied it at great length while Ken fought with the tie.

It was about the same size as his ... ring... only much thicker. It appeared to be a puzzle, one of those three-D ones that took forever to put together. It had an eye in the center much like his. His entire being revolted against the thing, and he asked Ken how he could stand to have it around his neck.

Ken replied that it felt natural, and that whatever Omi had picked up was giving off bad vibes.

"It is NOT! Yours is."

Aya came back just then, gave the two of them strange looks, and told them that the shop was opening in five minutes. Ken wore his puzzle-pyramid out in plain view, and Omi tucked his... he didn't know what to call it, but "ring" seemed to work ... into his apron.

Work passed as normal. The girls all wanted to know about Ken's new taste in jewelry, most of them wanted to know where he'd gotten it, and so to get one of their own.

Omi began feeling tired. The feeling intensified as the day went on, and try as he might to ignore it, all he wanted to do was sleep. One time, he thought he heard a voice whispering behind him that it was okay, that he needed to sleep, and that it would help. Without warning, he felt the flower shop start spinning around him, and in the middle of the crowded store, he collapsed.


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Ken watched in horror as Omi fell to the floor. Immediately, a herd of girls started screaming. If not for Aya, Ken feared that they would have stampeded like a frightened herd of wild animals. As it was, Aya and Yohji managed to clear the shop in record time, and they closed early. Ken lifted Omi gently, and frowned.

“Hey, have you guys ever known Omi to dye his hair?” He asked as the other two flower-boys came into the living room.

Aya's normal icy countenance darkened. “Dye his hair? No. Why?”

Ken looked up. “I swear his hair is darker than usual. And its not just because of the lighting... Look at it. It looks…brown.”

Yohji leaned in closer. “So it does. What do you think of it?”

Aya growled. “Maybe his hair is just getting darker as he's getting older, and we've just never noticed it before. He did move out, we don't see him as much anymore. Maybe you just never had a chance to see how much he's been growing up.”

Yohji grinned. “Or maybe our eyesight's getting bad in our old age, eh old man?” He winked at Ken.

Aya's scowl deepened. “Leave me out of your `old age' jokes, Yohji. I don't have time for it. Ken, go put Omi upstairs somewhere.” Ken nodded, and left.

Yohji flipped on the television, Aya sat down with a book, and when Ken came down he picked up his gameboy. They all sat in companionable silence for about an hour, when they heard a slight sound behind them.

Aya tensed, wondering how someone got in without his notice, Yohji spun, thinking one of his girls had come by to ask why he wasn't with her, and Ken didn't notice anything until he saw the other two whip around. He looked up and gasped.

Omi stood in the door way, leaning against it with one hand propped up above his head. Well, it LOOKED like Omi. His hair was dark brown, with white at the tips. One eye had gone completely black, and he had what seemed to be a scar down the side of his face, crossing the eye. The lazy smirk that draped his lips was no more at home on his innocent, normally sweet face than the black jeans that were so tight, they ought to have been outlawed, and silk button down shirt that wasn't buttoned at all. He had a black muscle shirt on under it, but it didn't cover much skin, any way you looked at him. Combined with a pair of Ken's old combat boots, Omi looked … dangerous. And sexy.

Dangerously sexy.

“I'm going out. I'll be back… tonight. Maybe.” His voice had a strange quality to it, something that felt almost like a caressing whisper, yet he was speaking normally. With a toss of his head that drew their attention to the way it now spiked out in several directions, he turned, and walked out the door.

Flabbergasted silence reigned for a few minutes. Then, from Yohji:

“Was he wearing my leather collar!?”

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And that's the end of chapter one. What do you think so far? I like this idea. There is fanart available, but until I can get it scanned, you'll just have to use your imagination. Fans of Yu Gi Oh, I imagine, can already guess what's happened. For those same fans, a LOT of time has passed since THAT series, and the original hikaris have all… well, for lack of a better word, died. Moved on. Passed away. Whatever. You get the idea. They're no longer around. That's why the artifacts were in a museum. As to why Schwarz needed them? Who knows? I haven't thought that far ahead yet. Either way, Weiss and Schwarz now have two of the seven Millennium Items each. There will be an OC later on in the fic, someone who was sealed into another of the millennium items that no one knew about except the original owner of it. You'll know when we get there. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this so far, and stay tuned for the next chapter. It ought to be out soon.

Yami bakura