Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Memories, Part Two of "Beloved Reflections" Series ❯ Shattered Memories ( Chapter 1 )

"Beloved Reflections" Series

Part Two: Shattered Memories

Pairings: Yohji (Teiki) + Asuka

Prevous Ran & Yohji

Warnings: Heterosexual relationship, previous Shonen-ai, Sap, and ANGST. Major narrative/scene jumps.

Characters are portrayed as in character according to the author's interpretation.

Spoilers: Gluhen, possibly Side B

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, the characters belonging to it, or anything the else associated with Weiss Kreuz. If I did, the original artist would have gotten her money as promised and Yohji's hair would never have been so brutally butchered.

Story Summary: What happens if Yohji remembers?

Author's Notes: The whole purpose of this series was to write certain scenes that Claire wouldn't write into *her* series, Full Circle. This second part is designed to figure out how/what would happen if Yohji remembers?

For several weeks, this series did not have a title, not even each individual part, which is quite a surprise for me and my friends-Titles have never been hard for me, before, and in fact, once the building scene has been developed, a title is usually the second thing decided upon for me. So it is with great thanks and kudos to Mari-chan, McDonald's caramel and fudge sundaes, and super-sized diet cokes, that I present for your reading pleasure now...

"Beloved Reflections"

Part Two: Shattered Memories

Li Teiki sighed again as the train pulled into Shinjuku Station, digging his third knuckle into the fleshy pad of skin between thumb and forefinger to ward off the headache. He knew better, of course. If the headaches were determined to come no amount of pressure point knowledge or drugs could stop them. Even the pain radiating from his hand was not enough to distract him from the budding blinding pain pressing against his skull.

The doctors had warned him of this. And even they didn't seem to have any cure for the headaches. He followed the masses through the gates and up onto the connecting platform, grateful that he worked the early shift today.

Unfortunately, because of this headache, he wouldn't be able to go over to the Youth Club today.

Teiki sighed, grateful to find the next train a little less crowded than the last and falling into an empty seat. A woman bustled onto the train mere seconds before the doors closed, juggling two large bags filled with groceries and other miscellaneous items. It was the scent of the flowers as she passed him that sent the headache spiking.

Flowers. Something so seemingly innocent was capable of giving him a migraine. Un-fucking-believable.

The doctors suggested it might be some of his memories trying to resurface, but Teiki didn't understand why flowers would be significant for any of his memories. Except...

He shot a casual glance to the woman and her bouquet--and nearly snorted in disgust. It was a small bunch of Freesia and Snapdragons with a sole splendid Amaryllis in the center.

Splendid Beauty surrounded by Innocence and Desire.

Except...

Why did he know the names of these flowers, let alone their meanings? And why did the Freesia especially seem to snare his attention. The tiny white buds, dangling from their stems. Next to the siren bright yellow of the snapdragons or the magestic deep red of the Amaryllis, the small white flower *did* seem almost innocent, but for some reason, his mind bulked at that idea.

The Freesia wasn't innocent. That was just an illusion, just---

The woman shifted in her seat and the flowers bobbed. Blood consumed purity, washing away Innocence. So much blood. So sad. He was really too young to be covered by the blood of so many, but then, weren't they all?

The train pulled to a stop in the next station, blinking Teiki out of his trance. What was that, anyway? Who were `they'? He couldn't even remember their faces, but he knew them. He *knew* them...

~~~****~~~

"Teiki," Asuka called from the kitchen where she was finishing up the breakfast dishes. "Wait a minute, your tie!"

He blushed, turning back to his wife of two months. It would be their anniversary this weekend. It would be eleven months since he'd woken up in that hospital room and first laid eyes on his future wife. His wife of six months.

Eleven months--that was all the memories he had to his name. Hell, 'Li Teiki' wasn't even his real name, but he couldn't remember what his real name was. He couldn't remember anything from before eleven months ago.

Asuka smiled at him as she straightened his tie---a habit he'd yet to perfect, of course, he wasn't trying that hard to get it right, either.

"Arigatou," he replied automatically when she'd finished fussing with the silk noose and leaned forward for her reward. He leaned down and carefully pressed his lips to hers before pulling away. He had another mid-morning shift today and he didn't want to be late due to commuting traffic.

But he didn't even make it to the door before she'd snared him attention.

"Teiki," she called softly, waiting for him to pause before continuing. "They're getting worse, aren't they? The nightmares?"

He started.

"I... I don't know what to do to help you, Teiki," she sighed, her small hands fisting in the dishrag. "But... but, Teiki, whatever it is, I want you to know, I'm here to help, okay?"

"Asuka..." He couldn't help smiling. She was such a sweet woman. He didn't deserve her, he knew. "I'll see you tonight," he finally replied, before closing the door behind him.

~~~****~~~

The kids were restless. That was the first thing he noticed as he walked into the Youth Club. It was already six p.m., but Asuka wouldn't be off work until nine, so he had a few hours to waste, and what better place to spend some free time than here?

"Li-san!" a couple of the kids called out immediately upon seeing him. A few others simply gravitated to his side without a word. "How's it hanging, guys?" he replied, meeting their raised hands with high fives and sliding fingers.

"Man, I was beginning to think you'd forgot about us, old man," Akito quipped. As one of the oldest members of the Youth group, Akito was looked upon as somewhat of a leader among the other kids. He and the boy had set up an almost brotherly relationship from the first.

"Me? Forget about you babies? Never," Teiki grinned back at him, observing the tightness around the teen's eyes, the forced smile set to his lips. "What are you guys up to, huh?"

"Us? We ain't up to nothing, man," another of the kids grinned cockily. "Just shooting some hoops."

"Just shooting some hoops, eh? Well, let's see what you sissies have got," he laughed, maneuvering them all back onto the makeshift basketball court.

The Youth Club wasn't prosperous, that was for sure, but it was well enough that it could provide a safe building for the youngsters to play in along with some equipment. It wasn't fancy, but it helped keep the kids off the street--away from the drug dealers and flesh pushers. Most of them, anyway.

As the boys moved around the floor, Teiki watched them, waiting for whatever was wrong to come out and bite him on the nose already.

"Hey, where's Kyou?" he finally asked, noting the missing boy.

Hato fumbled the ball and the others tensed. He'd hit a nerve.

~~~****~~~

Teiki double clicked on the link and read through the text box information, intently. He wasn't about to question *how* he knew how to hack into the Police Database, but here he was, looking up private records of Kyou's family.

Mother, deceased earlier this last year. Cause--well, apparently she had 'accidentally' fallen down a flight of steps, receiving a multitude of bruises, lacerations, and one snapped neck. She had been seven months pregnant; the baby was lost. There was a picture of the husband, who had been under suspicion, along with a long history list of battery charges, gambling debts, and suspicions of drug and flesh trafficking--but the charges were soon dismissed.

And now, eleven months after his mother's death, Kyou was missing.

No ransom note, no phone call, or anything.

The police suspected that Kyou might have run away. But Teiki knew better than that. Teiki had been the kid's--well, not friend, but Kyou's mentor at least.

A few more double clicks and fancy finger work provided Teiki with enough details for him to start his own investigation. He scribbled a hasty note for Asuka and secured it to the fridge before hitting the streets.

~~~****~~~

His fist pounded into the man's fleshy face. Kyou had been nothing but skin and bones, but apparently his father didn't suffer from the same lack of diet.

"What the fuck, man?" the porker growled from the floor of the alleyway. But he didn't try to stand--this pathetic rat was used to being beat up, Teiki realized.

"You're disgusting," Teiki sneered, running a hand through bleached-ended curls--off-handedly noting that his darker roots were starting to show more--before reaching for a fag. The light from the flame flared, framing Teiki's face in hash relief.

One grime covered boot-one of a pair Teiki had bought on a fanciful whim a while back--rested casually on the man's chest, ensuring the other's cooperation during this little informal interrogation.

"You sold your own son into child slavery just to protect your sorry carcass. I don't know how you can stand to look into the mirror everyday," he spat, flicking excess ash into the prone man's face.

The man sputtered. "I--I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar."

It was a whispered response, but the menace staring down at Kyou's father from the face of an avenging angel was enough to make the man piss his pants.

~~~***~~~

Teiki bit back a moan as a cool hand ran down the length of his back, teasing tense muscles.

"You're home," Asuka commented softly, climbing onto the bed with him.

"Mmm. Headache," he mumbled into the pillow.

She 'tsked' sympathetically, but her hands continued to roam over him, slightly harder, gently coaxing stiff muscles to relax. "Maybe I can help you feel better," she commented, her voice taking up a deep, sultry tone. And then her hands began teasing his ass, reaching below his hips to his length and easily working the swelling flesh to full arousal.

It wasn't that that he didn't want to have sex with his wife, Teiki mused as he agreeable rolled over and helped Asuka straddle his hips. It was more that, after she'd brought up that conversation the other day about children, he was a bit more hesitant about accidentally getting her pregnant.

Teiki liked kids, he honestly did. Otherwise, why would he volunteer at the Youth Club, right? But that didn't mean he wanted to have any kids of his own. Not with the world the way it was now and days. Not when there were men out there who would sell their kids off into slavery just to pay off a gambling debt. Or women who beat their children because they couldn't beat up someone or something else. Not when there were drugs and crime and a million other bad things out there. He just... he just didn't feel right about helping to sire a child into this world. Not when there were so many other children hurting and suffering.

And so he'd told Asuka that. Boy had that been a wrong move to make. She had railed at him something good before bursting into a crying fit and storming out of their apartment. Neither of them had gone out of their way to avoid each other, he was sure, but the fact remained that they hadn't seen one another in three days since that fight, and now she was riding him passionately, calling his name out in moans and groans as she threw her head back.

"Teiki!"

He squeezed and molded her breasts where they sat impatiently in her lacy little bra.

"Teiki!"

His hips positioned up off the bed in a fast beat staccato.

"Teiki!"

His arms gathered around her and dragged her face down to his for a lingering kiss.

"Yohji!"

He blinked, his body freezing as Asuka found her release, her muscles coaxing his own release.

He'd heard it.... he'd heard his name, for just a brief second. And he'd *known* it was his name... but he couldn't remember it! Tears formed in green eyes as Asuka lay panting against his chest. He'd heard his name... He had a name... he could vaguely remember the voice that had spoken it... Deep, heart wrenchingly familiar. A loving voice.

But he couldn't remember who's voice. Only that he loved him-and the voice *was* a he-and ... the voice had loved him, too.

~~~****~~~

Two weeks later found Teiki and Asuka both with a rare night off. Normally such a treat would be spent at the movies or a dance club, but tonight they were both just too tired to be bothered with primping up and going out. So they were curled up on the sofa staring aimlessly at the boob tube for a while.

Whatever movie Asuka had been watching was suddenly interrupted and she cried out with annoyance. Teiki blinked back from his wandering attention span in time to see the special report press conference with the Chief of Police start up.

"Takatori-sama, can you tell us--"

Teiki did a double take. ...Takatori.... Takatori?

"I know him."

"Of course, you know him, silly," Asuka huffed still slightly annoyed at having her movie so rudely interrupted. "That's Takatori Mamoru...."

But then her voice faded as a sad look sprung upon her face. "It's a shame, though. He's so young to have lived with so much tragedy."

He knew he shouldn't... he shouldn't ask... but Teiki couldn't stop himself. "Tragedy?"

On the screen, the solemn young man was answering questions about the unfortunate death of a Japanese citizen. Teiki off-handedly noticed that the deceased was none other than Kyou's father. According to the police, the man had been conducting his own investigation into his son's kidnapping and had, unfortunately, run across the wrong people. The only good thing the man had to offer was that the son had been found and was currently in Police custody.

Asuka just sighed heavily and quickly related past news for her amnesia-suffering husband. "Oh, a few years back almost all of the Takatori family was killed in a series of bizarre murders. Now, only Takatori-sama and his grandfather are left."

==flash flash ==

Asuka.... dying. Lost, so lost and confused...

The woman in the red heels and over-done curls offering him a job.

A job with a team....

Omi.

Omi and Ken. And...

WeiB.

And then... Takatori.

The crazy brothers and the insane father. And...

Masifumi turning into a beast. WeiB trying to kill him.

Omi was a Takatori... Mamoru...

Hirofumi beating up on Omi. Omi holding the crossbow steady on the rainbow bridge.

Finding Persia-Takatori Suichi dying. Chasing after Reiji.

"Yohji." "Yohji-kun." "Yohji..."

And...

Omi, Ken, and... and Aya. Aya-chan and Ran.

And Ran.

==flash flash==

"Yohji..."

"Teiki?" Asuka was frowning at him. "Teiki, what's wrong?"

He was... Yohji.... He turned to look at his wife of two months. "I know him," he repeated, grinning a little lopsidedly. "I mean, we used to... to work together, I think..."

He continued, shaking his head a little as if to help all the missing fragments of his life fall back into place. It was like trying to put a mirror back together... each new sliver bounced light off a new piece.

"Law enforcement, I think."

Asuka blinked at him, confused for a moment, but Yohji--yes, he was Yohji--knew the exact moment understanding reached her.

"Teiki... Teiki, you remember something?" she asked hesitantly, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"My name is Yohji," he laughed. "I remember my name, Asuka! Isn't that great! And, and I used to work with Takatori-san. I must have been a police officer or something--"

That would explain why he knew how to get into the Police database, of course... but... But what police office used a wire for a weapon, he wondered distractedly, unconsciously rubbing his wrist. What police officer used darts and cross bows, clawed gloves, and... and a katana.

With a sudden fierceness a headache seized him, doubling him over with pain, clutching his head with tears in his eyes.

"Tei--Yohji, don't force yourself," Asuka cooed softly. "Here, lay down and I'll go grab some of your migraine pills."

Gentle hands pressed him down into the couch cushions, smoothing his unruly bangs from his face, and then she was gone, leaving him a prisoner to his thoughts.

It wasn't all there, but... but he could remember some things. He was a member of Weiss. Weiss... was a special defense force. He... he killed people. His name was Yohji. And the man on the TV screen--that was Omi, no, Takatori Mamoru, who used to be Tsukiyono Omi, his old partner.

Yohji would have to go to him tomorrow. He had questions that needed answers.

~~~****~~~

The elevator chimed, startling the fancy-looking secretary. She looked up, absently brushing silver-white hair from her face, eyes widening in shock when she saw him.

Yohji couldn't help but smile a little, allowing some of his old charm to shine through. Even without Yohji's memories, Teiki had been a bit of a charmer. Or at least Asuka had said so. But now Yohji was in a much better capacity of himself. But there were still questions to be answered, and the person who would be answering those questions was behind that big old door up ahead.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a restricted level floor," Rex began smoothly, covering her surprise quickly with a cool smile. "You will have to leave."

"Good afternoon, I'm here to see--"

"Excuse me, sir," Rex cut in. "You need to leave."

"After I--"

"Now!"

Yohji pasted a hurt look upon his face. "Now, Rex, that's no way to treat an old friend, is it?" he asked, holding his hand out placating towards her.

"I don't think so," a harsh, nasal voice commented flippantly from a side room off from the main office. "But then, what do I know?"

Yohji tensed as the redhead German from his past walked out, hands shoved into back jean pockets and grinning at him. "Long time no see, Kudo."

"Schuldig," he greeted, nodding his head minimally, but not relaxing just yet. He didn't have all of his memories back, but what he *did* remember of this man, Schuldig was an enemy... and... and a...

"Yeah, still a telepath," the redhead commented aloud, grinning at him. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon, though."

"That is because you don't think at all," another voice replied from behind the fiery haired telepath. "No patience or appreciation for the future," Crawford continued.

Schuldig opened his mouth to reply, but another voice beat him to the punch.

"But that's all part of his charm, ne, Crawford-san?"

And behind the two Schwartz members stood Takatori Mamoru, staring at Yohji with hungry eyes. "It's good to see you again," he murmured, not moving his eyes away. "I assume, if you're here, that your memories have or are returning?"

"Yeah," Schuldig replied for Yohji. "The blocks I put in are pretty much ripped to shreds. You want I should finish takin' 'em down?"

But Mamoru was looking at Yohji, and after a moment questioned, "Yohji?"

It was his decision, he realized. If he wanted, he could probably walk out of here not remembering a thing again. Or... or he could. He could remember again. His whole life.

For the last year that was what he had wanted, right? He had wanted to remember. But... but if Schuldig had been the one responsible for his amnesia....? If *Omi* *knew*.... why...?

::You're a lucky man, Kudo,:: Schuldig 'said'. ::You have some pretty awesome friends. Tell you what, why don't you and him talk, and *then* you can decide, eh? It's not sweat off my back either way.::

"Come on, Bradley, let's let these two kittens have their tearful reunion," Schuldig continued, walking off towards the elevator.

Crawford sighed, readjusting his glasses. "You know how to reach us, as always, Takatori-sama."

"Of course. Happy huntings," Mamoru replied, finally sparing a look for his two companions.

"You mean, 'happy *hauntings*,' don't cha?" Schuldig retorting, slipping past the elevator doors and holding them open for Crawford. "See ya later, Pussy Cat," he called to Rex, who promptly scowled despite the redhead's amused laughter. And then the elevator doors chimed closed.

"Come in, Yohji-kun. Let's talk," Mamoru motioned Yohji into the office behind Rex's desk. "Rex-san, please hold all my calls for the rest of the afternoon, and reschedule any of my meetings."

"Must be nice to be able to just re-arrange you entire schedule whenever you feel like it," Yohji commented, agreeably entering the office and looking around.

The door shut with an echoing click, and Yohji turned to look at the young Takatori heir.

"When it comes to family, Yohji, I would do more than just re-arrange my schedule," Omi answered quietly, taking a seat behind his desk. "This is the same desk my father sat behind. This is the same office, actually. It's a little unsettling at times, but then I realize, this is *my* office now...."

He picked up a picture frame that Yohji hadn't been able to see before, smiled down at the image before passing it to Yohji. A picture of the flower shop... and the four of them.

WeiB. Yohji, Omi, Ken, and... and Aya. Ran.

Yohji collapsed into the seat across from Omi and just stared at the picture in his hands. It took him a moment to find his voice again.

"So where is he?" He knew he didn't need to specify who `he' was, but Omi was a sharp cookie. Always had been.

"Aya-kun and Ken are in England now, part of another team."

It took Yohji and extra moment to force the next question past an emotionally constricted throat. "So when can I see... them?"

Omi smiled, truly relaxing back into his chair now.

~~~****~~~

"If you really love me, Teiki, you wouldn't go," Asuka snapped angrily, watching her husband slowly and maticulately pack a small suitcase of personal items and clothes.

Yohji slumped against the bed, and for a moment, he knew she'd thought she'd won with that trite old line. But then...

"Asuka, I love you, but if you really loved me, you would understand that I have to go. I have to do this."

He knew she was scare to loose him; she was hurt that he wanted to go, needed to go. But he knew he couldn't *not* go. He started to zip the suitcase shut before she spoke again.

"I might not be here when you get back, then."

He stared at her a moment, slightly aghast that she would make such an ultramatium. But only slightly, he realized, and with that realization came another.

"I might not be coming back," he whispered, hefting it to his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Asuka," he called over his shoulder before walking out of the apartment he'd called home for almost a year.

He couldn't help wondering... If leaving was really this easy, did he ever really love her in the first place? Yes, of course he had loved her... but not as much as...

No, he had to go find out for himself. He needed to know why Ran had left him back in Japan. Why... why he had left him.

And then, if the answer didn't satisfy him, or if Ran didn't love him anymore, if Ran decided he didn't want him anymore... then he would return to Tokyo. Then he would return to Asuka and see if he could patch things up with her. And if not... If all else failed, there would always be a place for him within Kritiker, he was sure.

But he'd already admitted to himself---if he and Asuka were ever meant to have a future, his past would have to be taken care of first.

Schuldig was right, of course, Yohji had some awesome friends. And with that, he climbed into the waiting car and drove off towards Narita, never realizing Kritiker was already taking care of the means of his 'death'...

Li Teiki would not be returning to Japan.

Ever.

Whether Yohji Kudo would be... that had yet to be seen....

End of "Beloved Reflections" Part Two-Shattered Memories.