Circle of Blood

Disclaimer:



Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz, Hellsing and/or their characters (that
finally start to appear) do not belong to me, I just wish they
would. They are really property of some big Japanese company. I'm
not gaining any profit from this and I'm simply twisting and
turning them into my own depraved directions.

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Circle of Blood - Chapter 2 (A Night of Bloody Revelations)
By: Azrael's Wing

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Walking through the shadowed alleys of Tokyo, Tsukiono Omi was a
clear display of contrasts. Face and body of an young man but
hiding behind innocent eyes was something else, something capable
of making the usual city predators wary.

It was in was also in the way he moved, the way he glided through
the streets like a feline predator. It was as if this boy was a
wild beast hidden for the moment in human form. His concealing
clothing hid his body except for his face and in the darkness of
the night those observing him could only see his pretty face, a
face with strange purple eyes[1]. Those that looked more closely
could have sworn that those eyes were glowing faintly, giving him
even more unreal appearance.

The unreal nature of the situation seemed to have an effect to
nearly all of those looking for a foolish prey. They looked at
those unnatural eyes and decided that perhaps what was hiding
behind those eyes was something best left hidden. The ones passed
by Omi in the shadows recognized a fellow predator and were
content to let the sleeping... things lie. As the more foolish
were guided away by the experienced ones, Omi was given
uncontested path through the alleys and sidewalks to his
destination...

None of this mattered to Omi though. His mind busy with problems
of it's own, some street thugs were of no concern and not worth
of notice. In his mind the memories of a showdown at seaside
temple and its consequences were all that mattered. The final
confrontation with Schwarz and their Esset masters was working
his mind overtime even so many days later. The emotions, feelings
and desires buried beneath the calm surface of his normally
collected mind were finally surfacing. Perhaps being once hidden
even from himself they finally were coming back with vengeance...
And so far these new things were not doing much good to his state
of mind.

Feeling as if his mind had been plunged into a proverbial
whirlpool, they were all there spinning around in that raging
torrent. The new feelings and emotions were kick-starting the old
and vice versa, starting chain-reactions and bringing forth
things that he hadn't known to exist... There was fear,
excitement and adrenalin rush, effects of the combat.

Strangely though the strongest emotions weren't a result of any
of those actions. These were old and familiar though deeply
hidden beneath his usual masks. But now there were newer ones as
well. Thrill of a kill and desire for death when faced with the
elders, rising bloodlust when locked in co and and much more,
unknown and alien to him as well... for now.

He remembered all of them though, felt them deep within himself
even if they were so new to him. They had burrowed deep into his
mind, ignited by the sense of recognition from the possessed of
the sacrifice. For being so new to him, by all logic he should
have been frightened but their presence felt just so *right*. As
if they had always been meant to be a part of him, hidden deep
within his soul waiting for just the right moment to awaken...

That twisted sense of a kinship had truly shocked him when he
first felt it. Having only had felt it for a moment, it had
disappeared as soon as the ritual was disrupted by them. None the
less, he still could remember it as if it had been only a few
moments ago. It had almost felt as if they were members of a same
extended family, only to have something keeping the connection
incomplete. As if his 'relative' wasn't fully in here yet and its
existence had been disrupted or blocked somehow.

The nature of the connection didn't matter to him anymore though.
It was dead and done and he had changed far too much ever since
to be even wish to change anything anymore.

Ever since then his life had changed subtly for him. His mind had
been tainted by it's touch, his dreams and desires influenced by
it. Within his dreams he had witnessed countless visions, dreams
that most would call nightmares. Colored in crimson red and pitch
black and adorned by shifting shadows, filled with blood and
showing him things that had never existed and things that could
possibly come to be. The blood in his dreams had never been his
own of course but that of his fallen enemies. They were the
enemies he had hunted as Bombay of Weiss but in these dreams he
was not the white hunter of justice but a crimson angel of death.

While covered in the warm blood of his enemies, in those dreams
he felt what seemed to be part of his true nature. ...And the
urge for blood he had felt in his dreams... well, it did not
always fully disappear when awakened from sleep...

Then again, those dreams had taken the place of the nightmares he
had dreamt before, of murdering his father and brothers among
countless other faceless targets. Being a part in their deaths
had until lately haunted his dreams. In a strange way these new
'nightmares' of his had granted him an absolution for his sins.

He had been a killer for numerous years but now he was aware that
it was part of his nature as well. He was a killer so why should
he feel any guilt for it? Wheather this was morally right or
wrong did not matter. He had changed and was changing, for
what... he really didn't care anymore.

Of course, when going through such drastic internal changes it
would be hard to hide them from others. Especially if you lived
in the same house with them. When optimism and happy smiles fade
away and are replaced by faint cynicism and bit more disturbing
smirks even the most hard headed would notice something. Even his
quite oblivious partners would be bound to notice something.

His loss of innocence would be noticed eventually. Not that there
hadn't been that much to begin with but he simply couldn't bother
to keep his masks on anymore. Yes, they would notice things
eventually but would they accept the changes or fool themss.
s.
After all, he was their innocent little Omi, right? It couldn't
be anything that serious and he would tell them it was... that
was how it had always been.

Of them, Ken would probably be the most worried of the changes.
Then again, he would also be the easiest to fool as well. Always
ready to believe to best of him, some white lies here and there
would probably take care of him quite easily. It was the others
that he had to really worry about. Ran might have been a human
iceberg but one thing he wasn't was stupid. Sooner or r her he
would notice that there was something going on. He wasn't
completely cut of from his emotions... so far. It was good then
that these days his attention was mostly on his sister. Once
Aya-chan had awakened from of her coma Ran attention had become
quite fixated on her, staying on her side almost constantly

With Ran distracted by that, what was left of the team was Yohji.
Chasing anything with a heartbeat, Yohji had none the less
managed to notice that there was something going on. First and so
far the only one to notice anything though he was, his deduction
for some reason had been that he was having a love troubles. It
had been so much of course that it was almost amusing. For a
former detective Yohji's cognitive abilities for sure seemed not
to be up the par. Perhaps something to do with all the alcohol
and tobacco he had consumed messing with his brain...

Omi grimaces for a moment. //Then again, what had followed that
was perhaps even more irritating than Ken's possible worrying ...
An overdose of childish teasing from Yohji about my love life or
the possible lack of it. Kuso, they still think that I'm some
kind of innocent little kid. Even after having lived this life of
death many years longer than they, they still think so. Hah, if
only it were so... but perhaps they need it somehow. To have this
illusion of redemption waiting them after a hard day at 'work'.
After a day of dealing death to those who pray the on weak.n
an
again, life is life no matter who it might belong and for all the
lives we've taken the afterlife for us might be quite grim...
<snort> if there were such thing that is.

It must be a lot harder to the others. Being a vigilante, killing
evil, saving innocents... they may be good causes and all but
they must have realized at some point that regardless of why you
kill it taints you. Perhaps it was for that reason I had kept up
that fleeting illusion of my innocence. For their sake more than
mine. I'm a lost cause whatever they wish to think of me but to
see innocence in a face an assassin. That would have given them
hope even if it were to be false. I guess I just didn't have
heart to crush that fragile hope of theirs before but now it
doesn't seem matter so much anymore. The last vestiges of
illusion finally cast away, I wonder how will they'll react to
the *real* me once they finally have to see for the first time?//


Suddenly Omi froze for a moment and swore, "Damm it, I was
supposed to stop this heavy thinking for now. I'm going to party,
not to discuss freaking philosophy!" He briefly pauses to
check his surroundings. Seeing nothing suspicious he just
continues to his destination, unaware of all the preying eyes
that followed his movements from the shadows...

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Amongst those observers was a group of men dressed in black
formfitting combat armors. Hidden in the shadows slightly beyond
Omi's senses, they followed his movements with keen interest.
Acting almost as if were just an extended shadow behind him, they
followed him prepared to act on whatever orders they would get
concerning him.

On the road ahead of him was a group of less skillful observers.
Petty thugs looking for a someone to prey upon. There was five of
them dressed in gang colors and wearing their tools of trade,
human vermin too stupid to recognize the youth in front of them
to be anything else than a foolish teenager. They had noticed Omi
walking along the street, seeming like perfect victim for them. A
shame then that they were quite wrongtheitheir assessment. Now
they were moving to intercept him with broad grins on their
faces, walking into their doom with a smile on their face.

There were still more observers around though, looking at both at
Omi and the groups of his 'admirers'.

Hidden in the shadows there was a strange presence. Hiding in the
darkness following only it's primal instincts. Now it was feeling
a strange kind of a pull to the teenager it followed. As if there
was something familiar within the boy, a feeling of... kinship,
shared blood... family? It decided to follow the boy, to see
where these feelings would lead. Perhaps in the end he would be
the one to grant him the greatest gift of all, oblivion, a
release from this endless night...

Above of all of them was the one set to observe all of them.
Sitting on the roof of a nearby building was a silent watcher
dressed in red. He had noticed all of them, pieces on the chess
board, and he was fervently waiting for entertainment of this
night to begin. While observing this game of predator and prey
his supernatural senses suddenly catch a whiff of something. A
familiar scent... from the boy? ...Yes, from the boy and in the
one who follows him as well, hidden in the shadows.

It was something he remembered only from distant memories. Weak
but still there nohe lhe less, hidden within their blood and
marking them for him... His smile widens into a truly maniacal
grin as the implications come to him. Still grinning he sinks
into the shadows beneath him, only thing remaining is the echo of
his laughter and a sinwordword whispered quietly with
exhilaration. "Kain...[2]"

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While walking through shadowed alley, a sudden feeling of danger
suddenly appears on Omi's senses. He pauses for a moment to take
a good look of his surroundings. Soon he notices the source of
the threat, a gang had decided to pay him a visit it seemed.
There were five of them in all, displaying their weapons of
choice to threaten him. A bat, club, crowbar and bicycle chain.
The leader was standing in front of them playing with his
stiletto.

The club would have been only little further down the road but
for now it was irrelevant. It was unlikely that these lowlifes
would let him pass without trouble. His newfound bloodlust
started to rise at the thought of a combat and his eyes shone
with anticipation, almost seeming to glow in the dark in purple.
//No doubt they're expecting me to be another helpless victim.
Hmph, let them think that, I'll be happy to show them their
mistake.//

Walking boldly to face the apparent leader of these ruffians, Omi
put up his most innocent face as he spoke to him. His eyes
sparkled with mischief as he deliberately tried to irritate this
thug. "Yes? Do you guys want something?" He asks
innocently.

"Oh yes, pretty boy. We want a lot and you're going to
provide it, weather like it or not." The thug sneers and the
other members chuckle, giggle and grunt in response for their
bosses reply.

Omi's only reaction to this is just an raised eyebrow as he
smiles impishly at the leader and continues. "Are you so
sure? You think you can handle me? What ever that it is you want
me for..."

Omi's response does just what it was supposed to, enraging the
brainless fool in front of him. It's effect is immediate as the
the leaders face darkens with anger and he starts to growl at
Omi. "What! You're being smartass or something? Do you have
any idea what your dealing with little boy!?"

Omi just smiles wider with that same irritating smile as he
secretly pics up something from the sleeve of his coat. As soon
as his hand grasps it firmly he cheerfully answers, apparently
both questions as well. "Why yes, how'd you guess? You
really must be smarter than you look... not that it's that big
deal you know. I've seen prettier things in a petting zoo and I
think they're smarter than you... by a long shot."

The sputtering thugs face turns purple as Omi's insults filter
through his ears in to his brain. After few brain cells register
them and play ping pong his response is quite classical. He yells
the classic line "Why you little..." and charges at Omi
with his stiletto in right hand. It's was just too bad that Omi
had managed to put one his darts through the thug's left eyeball
long before he had come to striking range.

...the general response to that was quite predictable again.
After few seconds of stunned silence rest of the gang realized
just what had happened... then of course came all out charge
towards Omi. The rest of the goon squad came yelling the old
cliched lines, "You're gonna pay for that bitch!",
"Die!!!", "Why you..." ...and a sudden
<Gurgle!!> from a thug that suddenly had a dart in his
throat. A dart that had been previously in Omi's hand that is.
Shocked by the fact that Omi had somehow managed to appear behind
them made them stop rampant charge for the moment.

Even Omi himself was slightly surprised by the situation. //Huh,
I've never been this fast before. It must be another change from
that mess. This is first major fight I've been ever since the
temple and I wasn't this good back then. It's almost like in
those dreams, being an angel of death... Damm, next time I'll be
growing wings and start drinking blood... Just what the fuck is
going on!?//

Suprised by the sudden course of events, remaining gang members
started to get desperate. They took a brief look at their fallen
comrades and steeled themselves. Seeing Omi distracted for the
moment they decided to take him by surprise. The end results from
this second charge were just as good... or bad since this time
two of the reing ing thugs fall from well placed darts. //Oh
well, I'm not going complain about this. It's time I got
something positive out of this mess.// Omi thought as he grinned
viciously decimating this group of lowlifes.

When he faced the remaining thug Omi just couldn't resist
temptation to gloat. Looking at the thug straight in his eyes Omi
smiles evilly and says. "...and then there was one."

Few silent seconds pass and finally the thug breaks down facing a
situation he cannot deal with. The thug makes a girlish scream he
turns to run away. The thing is, he is stopped from his escape by
a sudden appearance of a dart, standing from back of his head
like a horn.

As the damage registers in his brain, thug drops dead on the
ground leaving eerie silence. The sounds of fighting fade away as
if the conflict never happened and since no one took notice in
the battle, Omi finally lets himself to relax. He walks to
corpses and plucks his steel darts from the bodies of the men.
When he finally has pulled the last one out he prepares to clean
them up but freezes as suddenly his eyes fix on the crimson blood
on them.

As if hypnotized his hands slowly begin to move them closer to
his face not stopping until he has them near his mouth. Opening
his mouth, he suddenly snaps back to reality. His senses give him
a feeling as if something unnatural would be watching him from
the shadows. As he looks around closely and finds nothing he goes
back to cleaning his weapons as planned and puts them beck to
their places. since nothing seems to be out of place he just
turns around and heading back to his original path. The bloody
bodies of the men he slaughtered are soon forgotten amongst
countless such memories and the sudden desire for blood is
remembered as nothing be a fleeting daydream lost among countless
others...

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Moments later in the same alley pair of yellow eyes appear from
the shadows soon followed by a tall figure draped in red.
Stepping out from the darkness he sniffs and looks around,
observing the bloodied bodies littering the alley. After a
moments contemplation he speaks out loud even if there is no one
but himself around. "This boy is indeed impressive for a
mortal. It seems that the old bloodline is finally re-awakening.
Even more, he indeed might be worthy of it as well. To still be a
mortal and attack so fast and savagely, clearly enjoying it... he
is indeed one of us."

He steps in front of the last victim and dips his fingers in the
pool of blood forming under it. He takes his fingers to his mouth
and briefly tastes the blood. Suddenly he spits it out his face
appearing disgusted. "Bah, tasteless and plain. These are
but human vermin, rats in human form. It's good that he did not
get his first taste for blood from such as these. It might have
given him an bad experience, traumas for the un-life even."
He says smirking.

"Hmm, perhaps I should take a more active role in this game.
No matter what Integra orders are, this is now a family matter,
it's long since I've had such... This chance must not be ruined
<chuckle>" His new objective in mind, vampire named
Alucard disappears once again to the shadows leaving no trace of
his existence.

These same shadows that are disturbed once again few moments
later as the agents tailing Omi appear from them. Pausing for a
moment, they search their surroundings with a professional skill.
Finally, as they find the area secure they relax for the moment.
After the agents Have secured the areal their leader pulls a cell
phone from his belt pocket and makes a call. After a brief pause
the line opens and a cold clear voice answers from it.

"Identify yourself."

"This is Bastet leader. Kitten has sharpened his claws and
they seem to be stronger than in the report. He is apparently
heading to the cat house with intentions as indicated in the
report. Also, there is an entity of some kind following him as
well. We have not managed to get a clear picture of it so further
knowledge of it is unknown. Do you have any specific orders for
the mission."

"This is Trinity base. All your previous orders still stand.
Give catnip to the Kitten as soon as possible and bring it home.
These are direct orders from Triad leader White. Failure is not
an option. Ignore the entity if it doesn't interfere, if it does
eliminate it."

"Understood. Bastet leader signing off."

The leader closes the cell and turns to his men to give new
orders. "Previous orders been reconfirmed. We are to capture
the target regardless of his apparent increase in skills and
abilities. They don't matter to the competition of our
miss&quo" He pauses for a moment to hide a sour grimace from
his face and continues. "It is highly preferable for us to
capture him while his guard is down so we will let him have his
amusements and strike while he is resting.

From now on you are to infiltrate the Melting Pot and engage the
Kitten when a suitable situation is at hand. There must be no
chance of failure in this mission, these orders are directly from
White. Any failure would bring unwelcome attention to us from our
superiors, if we'd survive this mission that is.
Understood?"

General nods and sound of agreement come from the agents as thet
set themselves to observe the activities in the night club.
Readying themselves to infiltrate the building as soon as
suitable situation would arrive...

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The loud noise of music shook Omi awake from his thought as he
arrived to his destination. There was the Melting Pot, a club for
those who liked variety in their lives. On it's entrance was a
crowd filled with people from all kinds of lifestyles.

Lesbians and gays, pretty boys and diesel dykes, a cross dresser
or two thrown in for fun and that was only from the outward
appearance of the people. No doubt there would be even a straight
couple here and there coming here to get some spice in their
life. The place was well named for catering all the diverse
groups of people and was quite popular these days. This fact
proved by the large crowd of people eagerly waiting to get in.

It didn't matter to Omi though as he walked towards the huge
bouncer guarding the door and greeted him happily. This huge man
instantly recognized Omi and motioned him to come over with a
friendly wave of his massive hand. When Omi came face to face
with the man, he greeted Omi in gruff but friendly manner.
"Hi there Omi-kun, haven't seen you around for a while. What
you've been to?" He asked while letting Omi pass by to
irritation of people waiting in line.

"Oh, nothing special Takuma-san. Just some work related
problems, that's all. Things are quite fine now //I
wish...//." Omi told to him while passing through the
doorway.

The bouncer nodded at him as he passed, content having one of his
favorite customers back in the club. "Well then chibi, have
fun and don't freak out the customers too much. There aren't that
many who can handle you, you know. You're too dangerous..."
Takuma complained with a fake frown.

Omi pouted slightly and mock complained, "Oh why not, it's
so much fun to tease some people..." he trailed off. Takuma
simply smiled at his antics and guided him in turning back to his
work...

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Inside the club Omi took out his coat and gave it to safekeeping,
thus revealing his clubbing outfit underneath it. Another great
surprise for the Weiss if they'd seen him on it as it was
something almost out of Yohji's closet.

Tight black leather pants, a bright red silk shirt with black
crosses on the sleeves and back. Finishing the look were matching
silver bracelets and necklace. The necklace had an ankh symbol
hanging from it and the silver bracelets on his wrists had
similar runes engraved upon them.

This outfit had come to Omi when he realized that red and black
seemed to suit him far better than white and other bright colors.
The single fact that this new look of his made him hot as hell
was a plus for it as well. The looks he was getting from both
women and men alike were certainly a proof of that.

Smirking at that errant thought Omi made his way to the bar. On
situated on the barstool he bought himself a drink, ordering
himself a Bloody Mary without a second thought. That in his hand
he turned around to look at the dance floor, checking it and the
nearby tables for potential 'victims' while savoring the salty
taste of his drink...

//Ahh, this is good. I wonder why I've like it so much though.
Guess 'course it looks like blood, it always does seem come back
at that, doesn't it? For some reason I have always had a more
intimate connection to it, even when I tried to deny it all those
years. Going as far as to use projectiles to avoid blood when
killing... Oh well, not that big deal anymore. Finally dismissing
all those brooding thoughts from his mind, Omi chugs back the
remains of his drink, licks his lips and starts to look around
for some entertainment.

Nah, nope, waaay too old, nice but but I'm not into SM... Hmm,
now there's cute couple.// Omi's eyes pause briefly over a tall
blonde looking like an aryan poster boy and his 'girlfriend'
having a drink. The ethereal looking brunet is dressed in a
slinky black dress with matching high heels, her hands enclosed
in long gloves and her hair styled fashionably. This outfit made
'her' look quite stunning, hiding the interesting fact that she
really was a guy from all but most observant.[3] //Damm, he sure
is cute. Too bad he's obviously taken...//

Continuing his search Omi finally notices an young man standing
at the edge of the dance floor. He's there all alone taking
nervously small sips from his drink. Appearing to be of Omi's
age, he is dressed in dark blue button up shirt and black jeans
with a silver belt. As Omi continues to observe his target he
notices how the boy's blue eyes keep checking his surrounding
every few moments, as if he were a captive animal looking for
escape... Now here is someone obviously out of his element, just
perfect for someone him to 'look after'.

Omi quickly walks to the boy startling him as he smiles
disarmingly at the boy. "Hi there, new around here?"
Omi quips appearing right of him. //Better start slowly with him
to not to scare him off...//

The boy jumps a bit, startled by Omi's sudden appearance. As he
takes a good look at Omi he starts to blush, noticing Omi's
choice of clothing and how they show his body. After a moment he
finally manages to collect his thought coherent enough to answer.
"Well... y-yeah, my friends brought me, they said that this
was going to be a huge surprise..."

"Must have been quite big one for you then," Omi says
chuckling lightly, "It's always like that for the newbies,
you know..." Omi says with a wicked grin. "Anyways, I'm
Omi Tsukiono, what's your name cutie?"

The boy in question blinks at Omi's sudden change of subject but
answers the question. "Who, me? err... my name's Kojiro,
Kojiro Yamato. So... You're a regular here or something? You
really seem be well known around here." Kojiro questions and
blushes as a tall woman dressed in nothing but black leather
straps winks at Omi as she passes by.

Omi turns to smile at her in response and then turns back to
speak to Kojiro. "Yeah, I've come here for a while now. This
ain't really that scary place, you know. Most people around here
leave you alone if you don't want their... company. There are
some more dangerous characters around here bune one of then seem
to be around, //except me that is...// so you shouldn't worry
about it.

If you'd like, I could show you around. How about it Kojiro-kun,
wanna have a tour of this nuthouse?" Omi said, giving Kojiro
his patented kawaii treatment. Guaranteed to look innocent as
hell or your money back with a refund... Since his friends seemed
to have vanished somewhere and left him alone in the club, Omi
figured that Kojiro wouldn't turn down his offer. As far as
things were considered, he must have been a gift from heavens to
the poor boy.

After few moments Kojiro finally gave his response to Omi.
"Sure, I'd like that. It'd be nice to have someone ...safe
to hang around with..." Before he had managed to finish, Omi
had already grabbed him by his hand and was dragging him to the
bar, cheerily ignoring any protests that might have been coming
from his victim.

- A couple of hours later -

After several drinks that Omi had generously paid for him Kojiro
had managed to loosen up quite a bit. By now he was quite
comfortable dancing with Omi on the crowded dance floor, barely
even noticing the way Omi's hands tended to wander. After all, he
had saved Kojiro from quite a few nasty characters trying to make
moves on him, it would be safe to assume that Omi was no threat
to him, right?

It must have been a bit odd to Kojiro though... Once any of them
found out that he was with Omi, they all backed off pretty
quickly, almost as if afraid of Omi. A fact that Kojiro
apparently hadn't noticed or perhaps he didn't wish to accept the
fact. After all, Omi couldn't be anyone that dangerous. He was
just another boy of his age, what dangerous secrets he could
possibly hide...

Not that any of this speculation would have mattered to Omi. He
was too busy thinking far more interesting things, such as how to
get into the pants of the person wondering these things. While
doing that he was also directing him subtly towards a stairway
near by him. It would lead to the VIP rooms of the club, a place
which he would be more than happy to introduce to Kojiro quite
intimately...

Unfortunately unknown to the boys their movement towards a more
private place of entertainment also marked the beginnings of the
operations Bast and Delpheus and life for one of them at least
would never be the same...

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While the members of Team Bastet were getting ready to pounce, so
to speak, members of other Team, Delpheus were dealing with their
own mission. That mission would be capturing of one Bradley
Crawford also known as The Oracle.

To do this there were six highly trained agents and a strange
additional member to the team, a young girl. She looked to be
around 13 years old, maybe little older, with clear white skin
and black long hair on a long ponytail. She was dressed casually,
in blue jeans and old leather jacket. The strange thing was, she
wore a collar around her neck. It was made of silver and within
it were inscribed runes that were glowing in red. The same kind
of red that her piercing eyes were glowing as well. In those eyes
that were much older looking than you'd expect from such a young
girl, you could see one emotion standing above all others.
Hatred. Hate clearly directed to the agents surrounding her.
Indeed, if looks could kill then these men and women would have
been six feet under faster than you could blink an eye. But for
all the pent up frustration within the girl, she seemed to hold
herself almost forcibly in check, as if her life would depend
upon it and releasing that rage inside would bring her to an
untimely end...

As the group finally reaches the Schwarz safe house, the agents
begin to prepare their equipment and weapons for the operation.
While the others are occupied with their business the leader of
the group barks orders to the strange girl, clearly acting as if
she were something beneath his notice.

"Do your job Seaquencer. You do know what will happen to you
if you don't do as you're told. I'd be a shame for you to kick
the bucket after all that extra time you've lived, wouldn't
it?" He sneered while checking the surrounding area for any
intruders the others in the team might have missed.

The girl in question does not respond for a while but neither did
the leader seem to expect an answer for his words right away. He
waits patiently as the girl begins to concentrate, focusing on
something only she is able to see. After few moments the she has
fallen into a deep trancelike state, apparently oblivious to
anything around her. This trance lasts only couple of minutes,
after that she seems to snap back to the reality as if nothing
had happened at all.

"It's done." She said in a cold and dispassionate
voice. "The rest is up to you, if you mess it up it will not
be my fault but of your own incompetence." She pauses for a
moment and then continues with some emotion in her voice.
Irritation. "It should not be that big of a trouble to
behave in a more civilized manner when you're dealing someone,
you know. Some day, not so long in the future you and me are
going to have a little chat about that, Mr Sakamoto. How long...
and painful it will be is entirely up to you." She finishes,
almost savoring the mans name and the smile on her face is the
kind of smile that promises long and painful death...

The leader was shocked by the use of his family name, something
that she shouldn't be aware of, but managed to hide his fear
behind irritation and anger. Being annoyed by her to her taunts
as he was, he finally responded to them with some of his own.

"You should think carefully what you say and who you
threaten, Lisseth." He spat out with a venomous tone of
voice and then continued. "If I am to go down from this
mission I'll make sure that you'll come with me. After all, It's
you that has more to lose than me. Keeping that in mind, are you
sure that the damn precogs abilities are scrambled?"

Lisseth sighed and raised her head to look at him in the eyes,
while speaking to him with ace uce usually reserved to idiotic
children, each word clearly pronounced. "Yes, I am certain
that Mr Crawford did not sense our approach and can not see
anything in the future for the next 30 minutes. Therefore I would
suggest you to do your mission before more than 2 the two minutes
already gone are wasted. Do not bother me any more, as you know,
using this ability gives me a headache size of Mt Fuji." At
that she turned away from the agents and seemed to disappear to
her own world, not reacting to any words or actions of the men
around her.

Seeing that there would be no use in talking their unwilling
helper any more the leader made a silent roll call, making sure
that everyone had made their preparations. Seeing that his men
were prepared he signaled then to begin the mission and to enter
the safe house in near them.

The agents approached the building silently as if ghosts and
appearing as if shadows due their concealing black body suits.
One of them went to the back door and picked the lock, carefully
avoiding any alarms or tripwires possibly protecting the
entrance. After making everything was clear the agent opened the
door letting other in. They began searching the building
methodically, finally finding Bradley Crawford sleeping
peacefully in his own bedroom. Once he was found the leader
simply stepped next to him
quietly and inserted syringe full of tranquilizer into his arm.
Crawford had barely enough time to wake up and blink before it
knocked him out.

Until that point everything had gone according the plan.
Crawford's abilities were blocked, other members of the Schwarz
were supposed to be elsewhere and the mission was going to be as
easy as ABC. Unfortunately even the best of plans can go wrong
when certain Mr Murphy gets involved. In this case the problem
came from the fact that during the previous day Farfarello had
been left unsupervised for most of the evening and in front of an
TV for all things.

Because of it he had managed to watch most of the Iron Chef
marathon that went on at the TV then. For some reason, all the
knives and other cooking implements used in the show had caused
Farfarello go into some kind of frenzy, urging him to use his
knives on anything in the house. That anything including his team
members who had been forced to knock him out and lock him up in a
spare room in the house because this safe house didn't have a
padded cell or a straight jacket in the closet.

Now, some hours later, though coming down from his mad frenzy,
Farfarello was still more than slightly bloodthirsty. The man
coming to check the room was therefore first to become a test
subject for the mad irishman's ideas for new ways to use a knife.
That inane TV program had to be good for something and meat is
meat, right?

First thing that told rest of the agents that something had gone
wrong was a girlish scream coming from a room down the hallway.
The nature of the scream was quite easily explained once rest of
the squad found out what had happened. When you have a nice long
dagger showed through male private parts the sounds you make may
be indeed quite interesting. In this case, once the missing
member of the squad staggered out of the room with a knife down
there and bleeding all over the floor, the thoughts of the others
could be summed up with few simple words. They would probably
bee been: //We're fucked!//

The five remaining agents had almost no time to prepare as the
grinning madman ran out of the room giggling insanely. One of the
men tried to attack him from behind with a baton but Farfarello
seemed to sense his approach and dodged, giving to man a bleeding
forearm in return. Another tried tackle him and got his knife
imbedded in his stomach, giving him a quite nasty case of ulcer.

This however gave rest of them an opening since the knife was in
the agent, it couldn't be used against rest of them. Noticing
this two remaining men made a dash towards the Berserker and
grabbed his hands while their leader quickly took another syringe
from his pocket and injected it into Farfarello. This finally
knocked the madman out, giving then finally chance to recuperate.

The irishman unconscious, remaining healthy agents gave whatever
first aid they could to the others and prepared to leave once
their extra luggage had been prepared with handcuffs and leather
bindings. Just to make sure that they wouldn't get another nasty
surprise while returning to base.

As the group of quite battered and bruised agents stepped out of
the back door, waiting them was certain young looking girl who
took one look at the group and asked them in a sweet innocent
voice. "Oh my, whatever happened to you?" The smile
that was on her face was anything but innocent though, one would
rather describe it with words like: nasty, evil or even amused in
a nasty way.

Therefore, as the team leader of the Delpheus stepped out of the
house behind his men and saw the face of Lisseth as she asked the
question, his thoughts would have been quite unprintable. Though
since the mission was over, he simple grunted a terse "Shut
the fuck up." at her while walking towards their
transportation. As he heard her amused giggling behind him, he
had the uncharitable thought of hoping that Bastet would have as
fucked up mission as him...

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If wishes were horses, we all might have stables of horses to
satisfy our every need. However you'd wish to interpret that is
up to you, but in this case the nasty thoughts of certain
Sakamoto Shuichi seemed to have been received by some evil god or
another.

What else could explain why Kojiro, the boy Omi had been having
fun with little earlier according to the state of the bed, would
wake up at just the moment when the agents of team Bastet would
come in. As it was, the timing was perfectly... wrong.

Waking up from the comfortable stupor besides Omi, the first
thing he saw were a group of agents dressed in all black
approaching them. The natural reaction at that point would have
been, no matter were you a boy or a girl, to scream. That's what
Kojiro did at that point naturally. That scream was silenced
quite suddenly by a hit to the back of his head from one of the
agents, making him fall unconscious.

It was unfortunate for the agent that the silence came too late
as it had managed to wake up their target. It was doubly
unfortunate since Omi's assassin instincts combined with his
newly awaking powers made him automatically reach for his weapons
that were hidden into his clothing besides the bed. Moving with a
speed almost impossible to follow, he grabbed a dart from with
the stack of clothing and threw it at the nearest agent.

That unlucky one didn't even have time to blink as the steel dart
pierced his right eye and sunk deeply into his cranium, killing
him instantly. At that point rest of the remaining agents
realized what kind of a threat Omi was and reacted accordingly.
They surrounded Omi, trying to give him as few targets as
possible while looking for an opening.

This however did not prevent Omi from emptying his stash of darts
into those surrounding him. Not all the throws were hits but when
finally he ran out of darts three of the five remaining agents
were wounded someway. One them had dart stuck in her leg, another
had a projectile through his biceps. The third one had barely
managed to dodge the incoming weapon and had a deep gash on his
forehead. All in all, this group was not a happy one after such a
hail of fire upon them and they were prepared to take their
payback in blood as they started to warily approach weaponless
Omi who had backed into corner.

At that point even Omi's newfound powers couldn't help him as he
was pummeled from all sides by expert martial artists. After all,
he was a hacker and specialized in projectile weapons. What
little skills he had in unarmed combat were no match for the men
that beating him bloody and unconscious.

When he finally fell down from the punishment he had taken he
nothing but a huge bleeding collection bruises but he was still
barely conscious. Unknown to the agents he could hear what they
were saying and doing.

"Thattlettle bitch, he threw one his fucking darts into my
leg." Came a vaguely feminine voice to his ears.

"Oh stop your whining Yukio, you're not the only one wounded
here. I have one in my arm for fucks sake. Not to mention about
Akio, no amount of bitching will bring him back." A deep
masculine voice he noted, trying to imprint it into his memory
for the re, re, if he had such...

"Be silent, Yukio, Shingo. We have more important things to
worry about than your wounds. Such as what we're going to do
about the lover boy over here. What were the orders this kind of
situation, Sir? Another voice, cool and collected. Directed to a
leader? By now he was almost out of it but he kept staying awake,
no matter how much it hurt.

"The orders were to leave no witnesses. Take care of him so
we can leave and finnish the mission." //WHAT!//

Hearing that, Omi struggled to open his to se what was going on.
Almost out of energy, he managed to open his left eye only to see
a man pointing a silenced gun at Kojiros head as he pulled the
trigger. Omi heard a soft popping sound as the gun fired and made
an hole to Kojiros face, raising some blood into air as the
bullet struck in to his face.

Suddenly Omi felt piercing pain in back of his head as he was
finally struck unconscious. His last thoughts were //Sorry about
this Kojiro. Heh, I guess I wasn't that good company to you after
all...// Finally Omi's mind went blank taking him into the realm
of Morpheus, there dreaming dreams of blood and deaths of those
that hurt him...

TBC...

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Author notes:

[1] Blue(originally) + Red = Purple, do your math...

[2] As in the first killer/vampire. I am mixing series and
mythologies after all. ^_^

[3] Tip of a hat to J. Marie's fic 'Life in The Big City'. A
great fic (and author) if like yaoi and FF8 characters. Melting
pot is from that fic, I'm just borrowing it... ;)

Well,inalinally managed to finnish the second chapter. It took
its time it seem and I have no idea for what fucking reason.
Maybe my brains had some cross wiring or something, who knows...
Seeing how long this took, I have no idea when I manage to write
ch3. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst. ^_^

Oh yes, for those worried about spelling and such, I've finally
discovered wonders of the spell checking program. Raise and
rejoice!

Once again, reviews are appreciated, wanted and begged. Give me
feedback, feed me!! Even flames would be amusing. @_@

- Azrael's Wing

"If there's a supreme being, he's crazy." - Marlene
Dietrich

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ring, and suffering." - Anonymous