Monster Squad

GW/WK crossover, original characters, OOC (ESPECIALLY Aya-kun, Treize-sama and Heero-san), yaoi, het, um- bestiality in later chapters (Omi fans probably don\'t want to read this), lemon, death-lots of death near the end,

Disclaimer: I don\'t own the G Wing boys, the people at Sunrise do. I don\'t own the Weiss Kreuz boys, they belong to Koyasu Takehito. Don\'t sue me, I\'m a lowly college student that just wishes she could have these guys. Don\'t worry, I\'ll put them back so others can play with them. Hikaru, Sirocco, Blaze, Tsunami, Amor, and Jushin are mine; any resemblance to persons living, fictional or otherwise is purely coincidental. References to other anime and games are found throughout the fic, I don\'t own those either.
/.../ are thoughts, *...* are stressed words, ### are dreams, premonitions, or memories,

After Colony 198
In an apartment in eastern Tokyo, a young woman stood in front of a mirror. /I suppose this looks fine./ Her ice-blue eyes swept over her outfit again. Her skin tight pleather pants were a metallic midnight blue, and the tight black tank top she wore was slightly hidden by her maroon leather jacket. She peered down at her toes and wondered what kind of shoes she should wear. After staring blankly at several pairs of heeled boots, she settled on her black ones. Pulling the boots on and zipping them up, the woman strode into her bathroom to do her hair. She parted the long strawberry blond hair down the middle and pulled each side into a bun on the top of her head, Chun-Li style. Tying some ribbons around each bun, she smiled. Entering her dark living room, the woman picked up her keys and slid her wallet into her back pocket. Smelling a thick mandarin spice like scent that she knew didn\'t belong in her home, she stopped.

\"Hikaru,\" a voice murmured softly. A thick Chinese accent muddled the name a bit, but the woman could tell that her name had been said. \"The master of Tokyo wishes for your return.\"

Hikaru turned to face the voice. A young Chinese man, not older than eighteen, lounged on her loveseat. A tiny prick of fear stabbed her gut. She had encountered this man before, and he was one that didn\'t take failure easily.

\"Chang, how lovely to see you again,\" Hikaru said, her voice smooth and calm.

\"Let\'s get to the point, shall we?\" Chang stood. \"You have left your designated area. Lord Khushrenada wants you back. We can do this the hard way or you can simply come with me.\"
\"Do I have another choice?\"

\"Not really.\"

\"I know you aren\'t one to take failure easily, Chang Wufei.\" Hikaru conceded. Without warning or so much as a telegraphed movement, she bolted for the door. \"But this is one mission you won\'t succeed on!\"

Hikaru ran down the stairs of the apartment complex, Wufei closing in on her. /Something isn\'t right./ She glanced back for any sign of her pursuer. /Where are all of Chang\'s goons?/ As soon as she thought it, several men dressed in black burst through a service door on the next level. Sliding to a stop, Hikaru watched them lightly. /Kuso!/ A shuriken whizzed by her head, narrowly missing her. Turning to retreat up the stairs, Hikaru found Wufei standing on the next level. /What the hell am I gonna do?/ The black-clad ninjas began to come up the stairs. Wufei\'s laughter echoed through the stairwell, and Hikaru\'s hopes of escape were crushed. Looking across the square tower, an escape route came to her. /It\'s dangerous, but I\'d rather die than go back to Khushrenada./ Without a second thought, Hikaru jumped over the edge of the stairwell.
As the first floor rushed up at her, Hikaru heard Wufei roaring to his men. \"Capture her or suffer a fate worse than death!\"

Hikaru fell, her arms flailing. Unable to tear her eyes away from the promise of rapidly approaching death, she saw a young man lean into the center of the stairwell. \"Move!\" she yelped, hoping the man would hear her in time. He did indeed hear her, but he didn\'t move. She watched as he opened his arms to catch her. /Jesus, he\'s one of Chang\'s friends!/ Hikaru desperately looked for ledge to grab, or at least a way to get past the man. She knew her efforts were in vain when she felt his arms touch her. A sharp jerk told her that she was no longer falling. The young man hauled her over the railing and set her on her feet. As she was released, she whirled around to face him. He had unbelievably long bangs that spilt over one side of his face. A deep emerald eye regarded her calmly. His clothes were simply a navy blue turtleneck and tight jeans.

\"You should go,\" he said in a flat monotone.

Hikaru nodded and ran down the stairs. The people in the lobby watched her curiously as she burst into the crisp night air on the other side of the doors. A shout from her left told her that more of Khushrenada\'s men were after her. Taking to a run once more, she fled. Her energy was slowly escaping her, and she knew that her adrenaline wouldn\'t carry her very far unless she was fighting. Making a decision, Hikaru stopped. Glancing at her surroundings, a dark residential area filled with countless nooks and crannies, she knew there were plenty of places to run if she couldn\'t fend off Wufei\'s men.

The ninjas came around a corner while another group of men came around another. /Damn./ Hikaru looked for the leader of the newest group of men. She spotted him, standing in the center of the group and . . . dressed as a priest? /Oh you gotta be kiddin\'. . . /

One of the men lunged at her, only to be taken down with a swift reverse crescent kick. His face kissed the pavement, and blood oozed out from underneath the body. Another man started forward, but Wufei held him back. Two of the other group attacked, and they presented a challenge to Hikaru. Failing to connect a punch, one of them received a kick to the groin. He howled in pain and slumped to the ground. The first man to attack was now peeling himself off the asphalt, his broken face and neck cracking back into their normal positions. Hikaru flung her current opponent into the newly living man and ran. /If they keep coming back like that, I\'ll have to start acting like a slayer again./ She shuddered at the thought. Slaying wasn\'t something she enjoyed, unlike the monsters who were following her.

Darting into a dark ally, Hikaru ran into someone. Stumbling back, she looked up to see a tall man in a heavy trenchcoat glaring down at her with dark violet eyes. His hair was as red as blood. He held a sheathed katana in his hands and did not appear to be happy with her.

\"You\'re one of them!\" Hikaru gasped. She turned to flee, but strong arms wrapped around her. A hand covered her mouth, and she felt breath on her neck.

\"I won\'t hurt you,\" the man whispered. He glanced up as a ninja ran by. \"I\'ll let you go if you promise to stand still and stay quiet.\"

Hikaru nodded slightly as Wufei appeared at the end of the ally, his ninjas crowding around him. The man released Hikaru and pushed her behind him.

\"It would be wise not to fight me,\" Wufei murmured.

\"Hn,\" the redhead replied. He drew his katana in a challenge.

Wufei stepped away from his men and toward the redhead. He glared at him through narrow dark eyes, slid into a te stance and awaited the advance. Focused on the redhead protecting Hikaru, Wufei didn\'t see the man who snuck up on his men. The man wore a bugnuk, and made a fist so that the claws spread as he ambushed the ninjas. A single grunt reached Wufei\'s ears, and he turned. His guard fell for only a moment, but the small window of time was enough for the redhead to attack. The katana sliced through Wufei\'s arm, but that didn\'t seem to bother the Chinese man. He turned on the redhead, an inhuman growl escaping him. Lunging at Hikaru\'stecttector, Wufei moved faster than any human could.

Hikaru backed away from the dueling men. She met with something tall and soft. Tuning, she saw nothing, then looked up. A wolf\'s face stared back at her. Opening her mouth, Hikaru tried to scream. When her voice failed her, she turned to run. The werewolf grabbed her, keeping her from running into the fray before her. She watched with wide eyes as a thin glimmer wrapped itself around Wufei\'s neck and yanked him backwards. A dart shot past her, striking the Chinese man in the chest. Craning her neck to see who shot the dart, Hikaru\'s eyes met with the slimy grin of the werewolf. Trying to get away, she struggled against its furry, blood-soaked arms.

\"Sedate her,\" the redhead said from behind her. A dart was jabbed into Hikaru\'s shoulder, and the dark ally disappeared in a thick veil of sleep.

Hikaru awoke to a stony embrace, and the sharp stinging sensation in her neck. The familiar feel of someone biting her wedged its way into her groggy consciousness. Slowly, her eyes shook away the remaining shards of sleep, but her vision was still cloudy around the edges. A hand was pressed stiffly against her back, pushing her violently toward the biting mouth. The sharp teeth that were loosely embedded in her skin plunged farther into her and drew forth a strange, unholy pleasure. She closed her eyes with content.

\"Be careful! You don\'t want to kill her!\" A tenor snapped.

Hikaru opened her eyes. A y man man with chocolate brown hair and eyes came into focus. /Sedative isn\'t quite gone yet . . . /

\"I know what I am doing, Ken!\" The man holding Hikaru turned and growled at the other. Hikaru\'s eyes widened as she recognized the red-haired man as her savior from earlier. He smiled lightly as he bent down to press his tongue to her lips to lick away the blood that had dripped from his own mouth. Hikaru\'s vision faded once more.

The next time Hikaru awoke, she had a splitting headache. She kept her eyes closed this time, not wanting to wake up to a bloodied redhead. Everything that had happened the previous night was nothing more than a blur in her memory. She did remember the bloodsucking event though. /It must have been a dream . . . No vampire would dare lay a hand on me without Khushrenada\'s permission./ Hikaru tried to sit up. Pain shot through her neck and shoulders, sending her back to the soft mattress beneath her. /Verdammt!/ Groaning at the minute displeasure, she shifted to get comfortable and encountered a warmth beside her. Hikaru rolled slightly and snuggled into the warmth. A low, short chuckle found its way to her ears, and Hikaru opened her eyes.

Darkness was all that met Hikaru as her eyes opened to the world. She waited for them to adjust. The dim outlines of the room came into focus, but nothing more than that was given to her. She could tell that she was in a bedroom of some sort. There was a small dresser in the room, and the walls were bare. /Oh, wait, there is something on the wall . . . it\'s a rack . . . of something . . . / The rack was the only object on the walls. Turning, Hikaru\'s eyes swept over the slim body beside her. /I don\'t remember meeting anyone at the club . . . / Her eyes met dark amethyst framed by red, and she scrambled off the bed.

The person in the bed switched the lights on and watched Hikaru, who simply stared back at him. His eyes swept over her slender curves and sleek muscles. /She\'s all muscle./ he realized. /How on earth is she awake? Omi shot her with a dart powerful enough to knock out a horse./ He glanced at the clock. /She\'s only been asleep for eight hours. She should have been out for twenty-four. Especially after . . . / Sitting up, he rubbed his face and analyzed his visitor again.

\"I\'m not going to bite you,\" the redhead said quietly.

\"I beg to differ,\" Hikaru spat. She quickly took in the pale skinned man who sat on the bed in only gi pants. He was slender, but very lean. Sleek muscle seemed to be the perfecter of an otherwise flawless body. /A damned demon sent to steal my blood....a beautiful demon./

\".... Excuse me? ....\" The redhead\'s violet eyes clouded over. \"I don\'t have any idea what you are talking about.\" He eyed her again. It was something he couldn\'t resist doing.

\"Don\'t look at me like that!\" Hikaru cried.

\"Like what?\"

\"Like you wanna eat me! And where are my clothes?!\" Hikaru twisted the T-shirt she was wearing into knots.

The redhead sighed. \"Your clothes are permanently stained with blood. It\'s not yours.\"

\"Who got blood on them?\"

\"I did. Do you remember anything that happened last night?\"

\"It\'s a blur,\" Hikaru admitted. \"Why?\"

\"I\'ll tell you in the morning. There are still four hours of sleep that I could get before the sun comes up. You can either sleep here or on the floor. It\'s your choice.\" The man leaned back on the bed and fluffed his pillow. Comfortable, he closed his eyes.

Not sure what to do, Hikaru stared at the redhead. She didn\'t want to sleep on the floor, who knows what was living in the carpet. But she didn\'t want to sleep in the bed either. Seeing that the redhead was already partially asleep, Hikaru decided that he wouldn\'t hurt her. Crawling in next to the hard muscled body, she fell asleep.

Later that morning, both Hikaru and her bedmate were jolted from their sleep by a shrill yelp. \"Aya-kun! What are you doing?! Why is *she* still here?\"

The redhead sat up groggily and looked at the blond boy in the doorway. He glanced down at Hikaru, who was staring at the boy, then back to the door. Two other heads poked their way into the room, and the redhead\'s eyes narrowed.

\"Is there something in particular you all want?\" he asked coldly.

\"Nah, just thought we\'d see what Omi was shrieking about,\" the older blond said. He ran his hand through his wavy hair and left the room.

\"Come on, Omi. Let\'s leave them,\" the chocolate haired one murmured softly. He nudged the younger boy out the door. \"Oi, Aya-san, breakfast is ready if you two want to eat.\" The redhead only nodded, and the brunette smiled as he shut the door.

Hikaru stared after the brunette, even though she only saw the hardwood door. The redhead moved beside her, and she turned her attention to him. Her dream pushed its way into her mind.

/Was it a dream, or did it really happen?/ Hikaru sighed. /He\'s brave, whoever he is./

\"Are you going to stare at me all morning?\" he asked.

\"Is your name really Aya?\"

\"Hai.\"

\"That\'s a girl\'s name.\"

\"And Hikaru is a guy\'s name,\" Aya replied curtly.

\"So I guess we\'re even. Are you going to get me some clothes so I can go eat breakfast?\" /He must\'ve found my wallet./

Grumbling, Aya got out of bed and disappeared through the door. He quickly went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

\"Ken, I need to talk to you.\"

\"Uh, sure, Aya.\" Ken glanced at Yohji and Omi, then rose from his chair at the table and
joined Aya in the living room of their small apartment. \"What\'s up?\"

\"Hikaru needs clothes. Mine are too...they won\'t fit. You\'re the one closest to her size. Can she borrow some of your clothes?\" Aya\'s voice held no emotion. It was cold and flat. Ken simply stood there and stared at Aya. He had never heard more than two sentences come out of Aya\'s mouth at a time. Usually it was only the name Taketori or shi-ne, simply because the man didn\'t talk when he *was* home. And even that didn\'t occur very often.

\"Ken.\"

Blinking, Ken began to shake off the initial shock. \"Yeah, sure. I\'ll get her some clothes. Is she still in your room?\"

\"Hai.\"

Ken jogged up the stairs to his room. He paused momentarily at Aya\'s door and glanced in. Hikaru sat at the window staring out. She was humming something. /Wow, she has a good voice./ Shaking his head, Ken moved on. In his room, Ken searched through the piles of clothes scattered around the room for something clean. Finding a pair of khakis with minimal grass stains, the soccer player shook them out and looked around for a shirt. A clean soccer jersey hung from a bed post, and he picked it up. /It\'s too small for me anyway./ Returning to Aya\'s room, Ken knocked on the door to announce his arrival.

\"Aya asked me to lend you some clothes, since I seem to be the closest to your size.\" Ken muttered. \"I hope you don\'t mind the grass stains. I play soccer, so all of my jeans have \'em.\"

Hikaru smiled softly at the brunette and took the clothes from him. \"Thank you, Ken,\" she said quietly. She gazed at his cute face for a moment, then returned to the window.

\"You\'re welcome,\" he said. \"What were you singing? If you don\'t mind me asking.\"

\"It\'s a song called Hiro no Tsuki.\"

\"It sounds sad,\" Ken commented.

\"Kinda. I sing it because it\'s pretty.\"

\"You\'ve got a great voice.\"

Hikaru smiled, but did not look away from the window. \"My mom always told me it was the voice of the earth speaking through me.\" A tear rolled down her cheek.
\"I\'m sorry, I didn\'t mean to upset you.\" Ken made a hasty retreat and returned to the kitchen.

Aya watched warily as Ken returned. He hadn\'t touched the cereal that he had poured for himself. Hikaru did not follow Ken in, and Aya watched the brunette with the utmost suspicion.

\"Where is she?\"

\"I think I upset her.\"

\"You what?\"

\"He let me borrow some clothes,\" Hikaru said from the doorway. \"Ken didn\'t upset me. I was just getting a wave of nostalgia. It\'s alright.\" Yohji stood and offered his chair to Hikaru. Smiling, she gracefully accepted and sat. \"So, what\'s for breakfast?\"

\"Omi made a traditional breakfast for us,\" Ken said.

\"And which of you is Omi?\" Hikaru asked innocently.

\"Boku wa Tsukiyono Omi desu,\" the younger blond said.

\"Atashi wa Maeda Hikaru desu. Hajimete o-me ni kakarimasu.\"

\"Hajimemashite,\" Omi said enthusiastically.

\"Doozo yoroshiku.\"

\"She speaks Japanese!\" Yohji cried. \"Boku wa Kudoh Yohji desu.\"

Hikaru could only laugh at the older blond. \"Of course.\"

\"Well, we weren\'t sure if you did or not. You spoke in English first, so we thought that maybe you didn\'t speak Japanese,\" Omi said.

\"When I\'m thinking too fast for my own good, I speak in English. It is my first language.\"

\"We all speak English, so whatever is good for you . . . \" Yohji said.

\"I speak three languages, so just bear with me when I switch back and forth,\" Hikaru
said.

\"Three?\" Omi asked.

\"Hai.\"

\"Ahe ohe other is?\" Aya asked.

\"Doitsugo.\"

Silence was all that followed. Hikaru wasn\'t bothered by it and began to eat. She finished along with the others. Ken gathered the dishes and put them in the sink so he could wash them later. Taking his apron off the hook on the door, he started to the flower shop where they all worked: the Kitty in the House. Aya disappeared upstairs, presumably to get dressed. Omi followed Ken, and Yohji sat in the chair across from Hikaru.

\"So,\" he began. \"Where are you from? It\'s gotta be a place with lotsa pretty women.\"
Hikaru smiled. \"I was born in Germany. Then I moved to America, and now I am here.\"

\"Hmm, well, here is the only place I\'ve been. But you seem to be the prettiest woman I\'ve ever seen. You look kinda familiar.\"

\"Could that be because I look a bit like you?\"

Yohji started, then leaned back and studied Hikaru\'s face. After a moment he spoke. \"We could pass for siblings, yeah. But I think I\'d rather call you a cousin.\"

\"Meaning?\"

\"You\'re my adopted cousin from now on. But you need a German name if you\'re from Germany.\"

\"I don\'t know if the others would like that. They were really quiet after I said I speak German.\"

\"That\'s cuz we\'ve got these guys that we don\'t get along with and one of \'em is German. There\'s an American too. They won\'t mind if ya lemme explain it to \'em.\"

Hikaru could see Yohji had relaxed and wasn\'t in the suave, need-to-impress mode he had been in earlier. \"Alright. My German name is Sonja.\"

\"Is it really?\"

\"Ja.\"

\"Great-\" The phone rang, cutting Yohji off. He waited for a second ring, but none came. Assuming that one of the others had answered it, he was about to continue when Aya stomped down the stairs. Noticing that Aya wasn\'t in his usual orange sweater and jeans, Yohji asked, \"Where\'re you goin?\"

\"That was TK. He has a job for me. I\'ll be back this afternoon,\" Aya said coldly. He glanced at Hikaru, then eyed Yohji suspiciously. \"What are you doing to her? I don\'t want you smooth talking her into your bed.\"

\"W we\ we\'re gonna need a cover story as to whom she is and why she\'s here. We can\'t just say that we\'re assassins and she ran into the middle of a mission and we decided to keep her,\" Yohji pointed out. He flashed Aya a dazzling smile, but it seemed that Aya was the one person his charm wouldn\'t work on.

\"So what have you come up with?\"

\"Since we look a lot alike, we decided that she\'s my cousin Sonja from Germany. She came to visit and will be staying with us for a while.\"

\"Where in Germany?\"

\"Sonja Stegmueller was born in Munich. She enjoys long walks in the rain and the many gardens that the city has to offer,\" Hikaru said. \"Does that supply enough information to you?\"

\"Age?\"

\"Twenty.\"

Without another word, Aya left the room. Yohji and Hikaru stared after the redhead in silence. After a moment, Yohji spoke. \"Well, since he\'s gone, you wanna take his shift at the shop?\"

\"Me?\"

\"Yeah, you said you like gardens, or am I being dense?\"

\"No, that was an actual description of me.\"

\"Why not help out at the flower shop? It\'s Saturday, and there will be a flood of girls there. We\'ll need all the help we can get.\"

\"I guess I can do it. Just don\'t make me arrange anything.\"

\"Alright, lets go.\" Yohji stood and grabbed the last two aprons on the door.

Aya sped through the streets of Tokyo without any discretion. He was on Ken\'s bike, and it didn\'t bother him to weave in and out of the traffic. A bike wouldn\'t do much damage and if it did, the damage would be to him and that would be better than wasting perfectly good human blood. Sighting the giant office building that belonged to the OZ Corporation, Aya swerved and turned into the parking lot. He parked Ken\'s bike and looked up at the mass of steel and glass that stood before him. Narrowing his eyes, he walked into the building. Inside the air was sweet and cool, a changem thm the pollution outside. An elevator dinged, and Aya ran to catch it. He rode the elevator to the top floor and stepped into a luxurious lobby. A young woman wearing a stiff maroon OZ uniform sat at the front desk. She glared at Aya over the rims of her glasses and told him to take a seat. Aya glanced at the secretary, recalling that her name was Une. From what he had been told, she had been hardened by war. There wasn\'t a man in the military with the balls to stand up to her, except for General Khushrenada and Captain Merquise.

\"The General will see you now, Fujimiya-san,\" Une spat, death seeming to ride on her voice.

Aya entered the office that housed the president of OZ Corp. He looked straight ahead, not bothering to notice the lavish decorating. He had seen all of the red curtains, thick plush seats and sofas before. The redhead kept his focus on the large maple desk that lay before him, and, more importantly, the man who sat behind it. The General was a tall, ginger-haired Aryan who had sparkling sapphire eyes and golden skin. He held an air of elegance and nobility, suited for the title of Master of Tokyo. The older vampire was well-bred no doubt, and undeniably beautiful to anyone.

\"Welcome, Aya-san,\" the General said in his rich, satiny voice.

\"My lord,\" Aya murmured as he bowed.

\"As I said in our earlier conversation, I am in need of your assistance. A young woman by the name of Maeda Hikaru has left her confines.\" Treize paused as he located Hikaru\'s file in his computer. \"She is very dear to me, and I wish to see her returned to my possession as soon as possible. My men failed in their attempts to bring her to me, and now I have turned to the best hunter in the vampire nation.\" The General glanced up at Aya, as he inserted a disk to download the file. \"I realize that you have other employers, but I need my pet returned to me. I cannot bear to think what tortures she is enduring in the city.\"

\"May I speak freely, Lord Khushrenada?\" Aya asked quietly.

\"Of course.\"

\"Is it possible that your pet, as you call her, does not want to return?\"

\"Yes, it is possible. However, I treat her like a queen. She deserves no less. I love her, Aya-san. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her.\"

\"Of course, my lord. I will need every piece of information you have on her in order to find her.\"

General Khushrenada rose from his chair and strode over to Aya. He held the disk in his hand. \"Aya-san, I will reward you generously if you bring my Hikaru back to me.\" Smiling lightly, he revealed his fangs and ran his tongue over them. A gloved finger traced Aya\'s pale cheek. Before Aya could react, Khushrenada\'s lips were on his. Aya could not pull away, lest he anger his lord. He didn\'t *want* to pull away from the talented tongue that caressed his mouth and evoked emotions in him that he had shuty loy long ago, but to react with anything other than his mouth would be disrespectful to his master. Khushrenada pulled away suddenly. He let his lips linger above Aya\'s. \"I greatly want you to succeed, Aya-san,\" the nobleman whispered. His hand slid into Aya\'s and gave the redhead the disk.

Aya nodded, slightly out of breath. The General smiled graciously, and Aya turned to leave. He stopped at the door for a split-second, then continued on his way. The older vampire noticed the hesitation of younger and smiled confidently to himself. /I only have to wait now. I\'ll have both you and Hikaru by my side, Aya-san./