Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Dark Side of the Moon ( Chapter 5 )

New Beginnings: Ch.5

by Shakaku

Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine. *softly crying*

Author's note: Nothing much to say about this one…err…read? C&C much appreciated ^_^

Italics are personal thoughts.

{Italics and Brackets} are telepathic.

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Omi could feel eyes moving over his flesh. He was blindfolded, but he still had a good mental picture of his surroundings. The room in which he sat was small. Not "bathroom stall" small, more like "five steps in any direction and you'll get a mouth full of cement" small.

"What do you want from me?" Omi bit out for the billionth time since his capture. He didn't expect an answer, and none came.

"What the hell am I suppose to do if you won't talk to me?!" he yelled, throat stinging from overuse. He'd yelled all the way here. The pure note of a giggle met his ear…the same sound that he'd been so careless about during the mission. "You…where am I?" Omi growled.

"Don't ask me," the giggle rang out once more, high-pitched and lovely, "I'm not supposed to tell." The sing-song voice belonged to a black-haired Japanese boy slightly under Omi's age with dark blue eyes and a perfect smile. Because of the blindfold, Bombay couldn't see any of this…but he knew. Oh boy, did he know.

Back at the Microsoft convention, the boy had seemed quite taken with Omi, giggling cutely as he appeared suddenly around every corner, blocking choice paths to the main generator. It had been Omi's job to cut the lights and throw the building into darkness, allowing Yohji to make the kill. At first the fair-skinned teenager had been a mere nuisance, and something of a thrill, as he appeared randomly to clutch at the older boy's sleeve, blue eyes bright and playful. But each time it had happened, Omi had had to choose another route, backtracking and wasting valuable time. The fourth time it occurred, Omi had been within several yards of the power grid. The boy was simply…there. No footsteps, no opening or closing of doors, nothing to explain his immediate existence, or his petit fingers locking around Bombay's waist.

Struggling slightly with the new assault, Omi whispered his message to Yohji: "I've run into some… Erk! …trouble! It's nothing I can't handle, but you're going to have to finish with the lights still…Gah!" The microphone and earpiece were pulled away and cast onto the floor, cutting the transmission, and two small, powerful hands wrapped themselves around him, pressing his back against the smaller teenager's warm body.

"I know…" the boy had whispered childishly into his ear, "I know why you're here. But you won't get away from me." Giggling, he pressed a wet cloth over Omi's mouth and nose, and Omi spiraled into oblivion.

When Omi awoke, his hands and legs were bound, and he was blindfolded. From the way the ground moved and jostled underneath, he was lying in a car. That's when he'd started yelling (to no avail), and kept yelling until the car came to a halt and he was "unloaded" into the room where he now sat.

"If you won't tell me where I am, just tell me what you want," Omi rasped.

"Well…I guess it would be okay to tell…" That same giggle erupted into the room, but this time it was tainted…excited. "You're here to help us eliminate Schwarz." There was a long pause, and then Omi burst out laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" whined the boy.

"Baka! I'm not in Schwarz, I'm in Weiss!"

"Oh, that's OK. We already knew that. We're going to kill Weiss, too!" Omi winced at the joyful delivery of this information. There was the noise of a door opening and closing as another person entered the tiny dwelling.

"Kioji." It was aimed at the boy, probably his name. Omi shivered involuntarily as the voice crept over his senses. It was an ordinary man's tone, but it made his skin crawl. Omi felt the first real traces of fear settling in the pit of his stomach. "Don't speak anymore. It's not wise to humor your charge." There was the signature opening and closing of the door, signaling the man's departure.

"Awu…Luke-chan's no fun. I was just playing with you," Kioji pouted, crossing his arms and legs as he settled back into the extremely comfortable pouf he'd hauled into the chamber. If he'd had his way, the Weiss member, Omi, would've had an equally comfy seat, and quite hospitable service as well. After all, he was going to die soon. As it was, Bombay's chair was rather stiff and clunky…the typical "you're our prisoner" type of contraption, complete with scratchy ropes around his wrists and ankles which no doubt cut off his circulation. Kioji pouted further, suddenly angry with Emma for tying the bonds so tight.

The said female, Emma, was currently lounging on the hotel's sun deck.

I hope she gets burned… Kioji giggled slightly, imagining a bright-red woman wearing far too revealing designer outfits.

{What was that, darling?} Emma's voice cooed softly in Kioji's head, making him wince. He didn't trouble himself to answer her.

Emma was the newest member of their team, a most necessary addition if they were to defeat Schwarz. But that didn't change the fact that Kioji hated her guts, and he had a feeling that Luke did as well, judging by his recent lengths of silence. Not that he was a very loud person by nature, but Kioji had gotten used to a nice "hello" every once in a while. Emma was a pyrokinetic/telepath. In other words, she created fire, and could maybe read a person's outermost thoughts if they were careless. How she ever broke that nerd's mind was beyond him.

It had been her job to set the field for trapping Schwarz's telepath, and Kioji's job to kidnap Weiss's Bombay, although he'd taken a little longer with that than originally planned. Oh well, it was done, and now they just had to watch the pieces fall into place. Kioji giggled softly, knowing his sudden burst of joy would cause Emma her fair share of confusion.