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Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down	By : Chaosdreamer Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

So Alone and So Cold

Warnings: Same as always, people!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.

Author's note: Thanks to everyone who gave me their personal suggestions for the main yaoi pairing for this fic. It seems that there is a tie between Crawford/Ken or Farfarello/Ken.

So now it's all up to you. Out of the two pairings, write in a review or e-mail why you think your favored pairing would work. I need good insight and supportive thoughts, at least two sentences or more of information. It will help me in forming a well-balanced pairing so that I won't feel stupid later on in this fic on how I represented the characters. ^__^

I'm planning on doing another one-shot fic (Eventually). Any suggested pairings for Ken? I'm considering possibly a Schuldig/Ken, but…again, this will be a fic that I'll be getting to eventually. ^__^

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//If I didn't know any better, I'd call myself an idiot for doing this// I grumbled sullenly, somehow findmysemyself standing in front of the flower shop where Weiss worked.

I was relatively safe. It was the middle of the day, the assassins were busy dealing with the screeching schoolgirls. They couldn't technically have a confrontation with me.

That didn't mean I enjoyed the idea of being within their territory.

Growling at my hesitancy I stubbornly opened the glass door leading inside, finding myself swallowed within a sea of young girls. Several of them blushed as I moved past them. Their reaction wasn't too surprising. My hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and I wore a sleeveless black shirt with a sentence stenciled in red on the front saying 'Yes, I do hear voices in my head, and they don't like you', one of my personal favorite shirts to wear. The dark cargo pants fell comfortably around my hips and legs, secretly hiding the few slim blades and their sheaths that were strapped along the outside of my thigh. All I had to do was reach in through the pant pockets and, voila, instant grip on my weapons.

The tall blonde was the first of the three assassins to notice me. He visibly stiffened, his gaze locked firmly with mine. I smiled humorlessly at him, not needing my empathy to supply me with the information that he was on edge and possibly considering reaching for the shears at his side. I raised an eyebrow at him, my look visibly asking 'Yeah, what are you going to do about it?' The man did not appear amused.

"Can I help you?" He asked stiffly, making no move to vacate the area where he stood, the counter between us. Had to admit the man was rightfully cautious and did a superb job of hiding his minute distress even with using the counter as a barrier.

I smiled hollowly, propping my elbows on the counter and leaning in slightly towards Balinese. "I would like a bouquet of white lilies and black roses. Seven black roses, exactly."

Balinese quickly caught the double meaning of my words, judging by how quickly his face paled. The girls around me started to whisper in earnest, their confusion palatable from the unusual selection of flowers I wished to purchase. "Why those kind of flowers?" One brunette girl whispered to her taller female companion, the other girl shrugging her shoulders, two pigtails swinging around her head.

I turned slightly towards the girls and offered a humorless smile, adding on some forced charm that caused them to flush brightly. "I will be attending a funeral very soon. It's not appropriate for me to not have any special flowers to put upon the gravesites."

"Oh my!"

"I'm so sofor for your lose…"

"We're closing!" Abyssinian barked, marching into the room, his eyes hard and furious as he ignored the various outcries from the girls demanding to know why thop hop was closing up early. The girls immediately retreated beneath the man's harsh glare, the redhead slamming the door shut behind them.

"Such a pleasant disposition yave.ave." I commented wryly, coolly ignoring the hard glare directed at me.

"Ken-kun…" Bombay stuttered softly, hesitating from his spot near the back entrance.

I hissed softly. "I swear, you people can be so irritating when remembering names. I'm sure the files you hacked into revealed enough information to provide you with my name," I raised an eyebrow at the young blonde, "unless I have underestimated your hacking skills."

"Vincent Gray, codename Void. Age 19, capable of using a variety of handheld and long- distance weapons. Has enhanced abilities known as Empathy and Healing." Bombay said softly, somehow troubled by the inept information he had acquired through hacking the web.

"Good boy." I congratula

"But that's not your real name!" Bombay shouted desperately.

//He's beginning to annoy me…// I thought bitterly. Abyssinian must have sensed my slight irritation since he maneuvered himself between Bombay and myself. Brave move, yet foolish.

I sighed. "You're boring me already. Listen up, boys, I'm only going to say this once. I'ven aen assigned to kill you, and I will continue to achieve my mission to its fullest unless you somehow kill me first. I don't have any grudges of using people within or outside your organization in order to end your lives. This is not personal, it is merely business that will be dealt in a hopefully neat fashion." I stepped back casually, moving towards the glass door.

"So then, what you're basically saying is that this is war." Abyssinian said darkly, his eartails framing a frigid glare and angry lines across his face.

I grinned at him, easing the door open behind me. "Glad you understand that."

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I stopped by a small café, sending the waitress away as I sat down in front of a small table with a computer with internet access. Making sure no one would be able to look over my shoulder and read the information on the screen, I accessed the proper web page and entered in the proper codes and sequence numbers, finally opening up the secure link. I entered in my message, waiting for a response that could take perhaps one minute or one hour to respond, whether the other individual was near a terminal or not.

_EmptyHeart_

The response didn't take as long as I expected.

_DeathWalker_

_EmptyHeart_

_DeathWalker_

_EmptyHeart_

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"Vincent…….Vincent…" A smooth whispering voice broke through the cloak of darkness that surrounded my mind, small tendrils of light breaking through the darkness and slowly pulling me into awareness. Cool fingertips brushed along my forehead, smoothing away long tendrils of hair that had escaped from my ponytail and tickled the skin across my face. I turned my head into the soft touch, feeling it move slowly down to trace across my lips briefly before moving back up to my forehead.

I blinked against the small amount of light, recognizing the familiar surroundings of my bedroom and the familiar face that hovered over me. The restricting bulletproof vest and thick trenchcoat and shoes had been removed, allowing me to lie in a more comfortable position. My head was resting on Claude's lap, his hands lazily twisting their way through my hair. His outfit was a mirror image to my black sleeveless shirt and loose pants, although his shirt was threaded with small tendrils of silver strands of fabric. "Claude…" I whispered, my voice rough and soft from the tight dryness deep within my throat.
ShhhShhhh…" Claude shushed, his fingertips pressing against my lips to silence me. "Relax. You were pushed past your limits. Your mind has suffered an incredible amount of strain. You are also suffering from a fever."

His words brought upon the presenf a f a dull heaviness within my skull and the cold shivers that wracked my body. I shuddered against the cold tremors, welcoming Claude's touch as he shifted my body so that my forehead was pressed over his beating heart. I wrapped my arms weakly around his waist, tucking myself against his heat. Claude's long hair wound itself through mine, seeming to shield me from the cold fingers that were trying to sink deep beneath my skin.

"I underestimated Schwarz." Claude wondered out loud, his hand running up and down my back, soothing away the small shivers that escaped me. "I did not anticipate their strengths and tactics. They are a more illusive quarry than that of Weiss."

"How did we get here?…" I whispered slowly, the effort to form those words seeming to tire me.

"I created a diversion. Not even Schwarz is capable of forcing back an army of zombies within closed quarters. I made sure that we were out of the immediate area before their telekinetic, the Prodigy, arrived, so that he would not be able to halt our retreat. However, all of the corpses left to rot within the hallways of the company will be hard to explain to police officials, but I'll leave all of that to the executives of the company. "

I flinched against those words, groaning in dismay that I had forced Claude to use his abilities in order to pull me out of my mission. "I'm sorry….please forgive me…" I begged, wrapping my arms more tightly around him and burying my face against the crook os nes neck.

//What is wrong with me…why am I acting like a child waiting to be slapped for my actions…why can't I stop shaking?!//

"Calm down, Vincent." Claude shushed for the second time, his hands coming up to pull me away from him so that my eyes met his. "It was an error on both of our parts. We will just have to be better prepared for the next time."

Next… time…. I found the strength to grasp the front of Armand's shirt, my words a desperate plea. "Not again! I can't! I can't go up against Schwarz! Not with that…that monster!!"

"Vincent!" Claude demanded.

"NO!" I fell away from Claude and huddled at the far side of the bed, grasping large tufts of my hair between my fingers as I shook my head in denial. "Not again! Not against that man! I…I can't beat him, not with that eye of his! Not him!!" I was bordering on hysterics but I couldn't find the will to care.

Claude tackled me and forced me down onto my back, wrestling so that my hands were forced above my head. His superior strength won out as he hovered over me, one hand wrapped tightly around both of my wrists. "Calm down, Vincent! You're beginning to hyperventilate!"

//Calm…how can I be calm? Schwarz is beyond anything I eve ever fought…I had almost lost my mind when faced with just two of their assassins…and Claude wants me to go up against them another time?…//

A mental sigh echoed throughout my mind and I almost jerked physically when I recognized the familiar mental signature of the redhead telepath from Schwarz. My gaze slidt abt above Claude's head and my eyes met emerald-green eyes, the hazy outline of Mastermind's projected image hovering above us.

One part of my mind commented on how much of a pervert the telepath was to be hovering up there above us. But the rational part of my mind realized that his mental powers had extended INSIDE the safehouse and he was now getting an opportunity to scope out the physical features of the room and finally see my accomplice, Claude.

I wasn't able to utter a warning to Claude since Mastermind's powers quickly 'suggested' that my mouth and throat were unable to form any oral sounds. I felt his powers extend deeply into my mind, the telepathic fingers locking deep within and holding tight as his green gaze swallowed up my vision while he practically dove into mind.

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