Sanctuary

*Just reposting chapters 3-6 because of the dreaded glitch*
*Disclaimer* do not own any characters from Weiss or any other stroy

Chapter 3

Omi sat up and quietly slip out of bed so as not to awaken
Nagi. He went to the bathroom and turned the faucet on over the
sink. He splashed the cool water into his face. Picking up a face
towel, he dried his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
He had to admit. The girl was a very nice person. For the last
few days while Nagi was bedridden, she always served them,
or at least Omi, breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed. Since
poor Nagi couldn't keep anything down. He's sure that his little
Nagi must be starving. He knew he sure as hell was starving.
On the last day of his illness before Nagi's fever broke. The
telekinetic lost control of his power and things went flying
across the room. He was slammed against the wall
himself.

The girl became frantic as she tried to get into the room, but
Omi would not let her in. The fever had Nagi so deep in its
grip, the teenager was dreaming about the Elders from Esset
coming back to take him and the others of Schwartz
away. Nagi cried out one last time and then he fell silent.
Omi went to check on the younger boy. His breathing was
normal and his sleep was no longer restless. Touching the
telekinetic's forehead, the fever had finally broke. Nagi was
going to be fine.

Omi smiled at his reflection and went back into the bedroom.
Wanting to make sure Nagi was indeed well, he placed a
hand on the young teen's forehead. Good. His fever was
gone, and his color was back to normal. Omi sighed in relief
and walked over to the window. Peeping through the curtains,
it was morning and he watched some kids run by playing.

Omi came away from the window and sat down on the bed.
He frowned at the brightly colored robe he wore. He wished he
had some real clothes to put on. He was sick of wearing
nightclothes. Omi picked up the remote and turned the
television on. He flipped through the channels until he came
upon a show that he watched religiously. Although he
couldn't understand what they were saying. The show had
him hooked.

Nagi stirred beside him and the telekinetic's eyes fluttered
opened. He smiled up at Omi and threw an arm across his
waist. "Mmmmm, Ohayo Omi-kun," Nagi said sleepily.

"Ohayo Nagi-kun." Omi leaned down and kissed the sleepy
eyed boy on the lips. "So, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Much much better," said Nagi in high spirits. "Now that we are
away from that awful place and Puppet Master is dead." He
sat up and stretched his arms over his head yawning. "I am
starving. I could eat a horse."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the foreign girl
poked her head through the opened door. "Zao Shang Hao," she
said cheerfully. "Ni Hao Ma?"

"Zao shang Hao." Nagi greeted the girl in Chinese and
smiled. "Hen Hao, xie xie wei le qing jiao." He turned to Omi.
"She just asked me how I was doing."

The girl said something else and frowned at them. Nagi
assured her that he was feeling one hundred percent well.
She seemed to accept that and walked into the room
carrying a handful of clothing and two pairs of sneakers. Putting
the clothes on the bed, the girl said something else and then
left them alone.

"Omi did something happen?" asked Nagi.

"Why do you ask?" Omi had picked up a pair of high top
sneakers. They were his sizes. He wondered how the
girl could have known that.

"Because of her question. She asked me if I was sure, I was
all right?" He frowned at the blond.

"Oh, well during your fever you lost control of your power and
things were being thrown around." Omi shrugged his shoulders
ruefully at the other boy. "I didn't want her to come in. After
your fever broke I began to straighten things up."

"Did I. . ." Nagi was afraid to ask.

"Yes, I was flung against the wall several times. I guess in your
delusional state. You thought I was the Elders."

"I'm sorry." Nagi bit his bottom lip.

"It's okay. I wasn't hurt but that meant I had to miss lunch and
dinner." Omi began to pick through the clothes. Nagi hopped
out of bed and began searching through the clothes as well. He
settled for a pair of blue jeans and a plaid button-up shirt. Omi
picked out a pair of khaki cargo pants with a matching khaki
shirt.

"I'm going to take a shower. After being sick and bedridden, I
feel dirty."

"Hold up, I'll join you." Omi wrapped his arms around the younger
boy's waist. "I'll wash your back for you." He leaned down and
kissed Nagi on the lips. Then they went to the bathroom.
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Aya and the others waited anxiously in Bradley's office for the arrival of
the mystery man to show up. After returning to the penthouse, a
strange man was waiting for them. He handed a note to Bradley.
The precog eyes were like chips of ice as he glowered at the lanky
man. He shoved the note back into the man's hand and grunted.
Bradley gave a quick nod of his head. The strange Chinese
man seemingly got the answer he was waiting for, turned and
left.

Aya remembered having a sudden feeling of dread griping his
heart. Something was wrong and from the angry scowls on both
Schuldig and Farfarello's faces. They knew who the note was from.

After that night, the three ex-Schwartz assassins had became
less talkative. Although the precog never did say much. Schuldig
and Farfarello were usually loud and talkative. Especially when it
came to embarrassing poor Ken. But even they had clammed up.

Yohji had suggested that they try talking to the three men alone. But
still, the three men refused to say anything about the note. The
precog ignored Aya. The Irishman just began spouting bible verses
to Ken. And the Telepath just made love to Yohji until exhaustion
swallowed them both up.

So, the three ex-Weiss assassins had to wait for the appointed time of
the stranger's arrival. There was a knock at the outer door. Bradley
got up and went to answer it. The precog returned shortly
with. . .Muraki. Aya, Yohji and Ken gasped in shock as the tall man
walked into the office. Schuldig snarled at the man. Farfarello
pulled out his knife as though to let the man know how much he hates
him and wants him dead.

Muraki paid no attention to any of the men as he seated himself
comfortably behind Bradley's desk. The doctor then turned his
steely stare upon the group. Then he let his gaze fall upon Bradley.

"So Bradley, these are the assassins you could never defeat." His
voice was silk rubbing against sandpaper. "I don't see what made
them so special."

"Well, they were special enough to take out those old farts," Schuldig
spat venomously crossing his arms over his chest.

"Cut the small talk Muraki," said Crawford. "Where are Nagi and Omi?"

The doctor let a predatory smile spread over his face. "I'm sure you
know about the fire at Puppet Masters hotel. They found the charred
remains of nine skeletons."

"Liar, they are not dead!" shouted Ken jumping to his feet.

"Don't let the devil get to you, kitten," said Farfarello getting up placing
a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "He likes to drag his victims
screaming into hell."

Muraki smiled. Oh yes, the silver hair man was truly the devil. Aya
didn't like this. The man was up to something terrible, and the red
head had a feeling that the doctor was going to
enjoy tormenting them.

"You were saying," said Bradley waiting patiently.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." Muraki smiled
at Ken. "You needn't worry about the junior members of your teams.
I have them someplace . . . safe." Muraki leaned back in the chair and
let his stare roam over everyone in the room. All of the men looked
as though they would have loved to rip his throat out.

"What is it you want from us exactly?" Aya asked the tall man icily.

"How about we play a little game." Muraki flashed them a sultry
smile.

"A game?" Yohji frowned.

"Yes, a game. I had so much fun with you gentlemen at the last
game we played."

"The. . .last time?" Schuldig glared at the man. "What are you
talking about?"

"Yes, when you destroyed Esset," said Muraki.

The six ex-assassins stared at the platinum haired man as though he
was mad.

"What the fuck are you babbling about," snapped the German jumping
to his feet.

Muraki laughed. "Who do you think it was that sent you the vision
Bradley of what you had to do to be free of Esset. If it wasn't for me.
You and your little rag tag team of assassins would still be kissing
the Elders asses. And Weiss, all of you would be dead if not for
your friendly, neighborhood doctor."

"What the hell are you saying?" shouted Ken. "You did nothing to
help us. We stopped those two old farts on our own."

"And we took care of the last of the Elders," said Schuldig.

Muraki threw his head back and laughed loudly. The sound seemed
to cut through each one in the room. "You gentlemen are so naive. I
sat the whole thing up. It was I who told the Elders about the
Convergence ceremony to bring back their leader." He stared at
Bradley. "And it was I who told them that they needed your sister
Fujimiya in order for the ceremony to work." His steely stare fell
upon Aya.

Aya gritted his teeth narrowing his eyes as he remembered how
close he came to loosing his sister. Aya sorely wished he had
his katana. He would slice that smug smile from the bastard's face.

"The Elders were quite powerful. None of you stood a chance against
them, " said the doctor. He crossed his legs and rested one arm on
the armrest of the chair while the other hand rested on his knee. "It
was I who held back the Elders powers so you could kill the first
two Elders, Weiss. I did the same thing for Schwartz when you
faced the last one.

But unfortunately for me, in my enjoyment of your little battle with each
other I became careless. I got myself trapped in the museum when
it sank into the water. I lost an eye." He raised his hand and
smooth back the long platinum blond bang from over his right eye to
reveal the blue eye. "Maybe I should let you finish out your fight
scenario." He let his fingertips touch and began drumming them
together.

"What do you mean finish our fight?" asked Bradley glaring at the man
sitting at his desk.

"I mean we'll finally see who would win, Weiss or Schwartz. At the
beginning I thought Esset's little psychics would win, but I was
thoroughly surprised by Weiss. You were rallying your strength and
you had the psychics on the rope."

"Shut up!" growled Schuldig. "You don't know what you're talking
about."

"Well, he does have a point," said Yohji.

Schuldig turned to glare at the blond. Yohji quickly snapped his
mouth shut and covered it with his hands.

"What do you mean by that Kudou?" Schuldig turned his anger on
Yohji.

"Exactly what it sounds like." Yohji leaped from his seat to glare
at the German. "The last time we fought I had my wire wrapped
around your skinny little neck." He clenched his hands into fists.
Yohji didn't know where all this anger was coming from. All he knew
was that the emotion was inside him and he couldn't stop it from
overflowing.

“Du kleiner Scheißer! If you think you can beat me Kudou, let’s take it
outside," roared Schuldig.

"Stop it you two." Bradley stepped between the two men ending
the argument. "All right Muraki, you can cease with your sick
game. Now tell us why you are doing this?"

"I'm doing this for the same reason I let you kill the Elders and destroy
Esset." Muraki tapped one finger against the armrest of the leather
chair. "I'm bored."

The six men stared at the platinum blond hair man letting what he
said sink in. It was too much to comprehend. All of Aya's suffering
was because this man didn't have a life outside of Esset.

"You mean to say. You caused all that mayhem because you
were BORED!" Ken slammed his fist against the lamp shattering
it into a million pieces. At that moment, Ken wished he had his
bugnucks. He would have loved to shred that smug pompous smile
clean off the fucker's face.

Muraki arched an eyebrow at the display of rage radiating from
Ken. "You should save that rage for what's to come."

"What do you mean?" asked Aya.

"I mean I know what the game will be." The doctor leaned forward
wearing a serious expression on his face. "If you want your little
friends back you must defeat seven of my champions in battle." The
men stared at Muraki. "Don't worry. It won't be a battle to the
death although if you want. You can kill them if you think you can.
But you can defeat them if you can unarm them and make them
surrender."

"You psycho bastard," said Yohji.

"You really have no choice in the matter." Muraki got to his feet and
walked over to the window. "Either you fight or your little darlings
will suffer a very long and very painful death." He smiled. "I shall
contact you on the who, where and when of the first fight. . .If you
gentlemen will excuse me. I really must be going. Sayonara."
He raised one hand and his powers burst to life swirling around him.
When the power disappeared, Muraki was gone.

"He. . .He really is a sorcerer," said Yohji staring at the spot where
the doctor stood in shock.

"It is what we have been telling you," said Bradley walking over to his
desk and leaning against it.

"So, what do we do now noble fuehrer?" Schuldig asked his friend.

The American sighed heavily and removed his glasses. He rubbed
his eyes wearily and then put his glasses back on. He stared
across the faces in the room and sighed again. "We have no choice.
I know Muraki is blocking my precog senses. So, we have no
choice but to wait and play his sick game."

"This is insane," said Ken.

Farfarello was at the brunette's side lapping the blood that flowed
from the gash when he smashed his fist into the lamp.

"Why don't you go take care of your wound, Hidaka," said Bradley.

Ken frowned as he stared down at the Irishman licking the blood from
his wounds. "Stop that!" Ken yanked his hand out of Farfarello's
grasp. The Irishman grinned at the blushing younger man.

Ken cleared his throat and stood up. "I don't know about the rest of you,
but I'm hungry." He got to his feet and walked over to the door. He
reached for the knob, and stopped when Bradley spoke.

"Make sure you keep yourself in readiness, Hidaka," said Bradley.
"I fear that Muraki won't let us rest long."

Ken grunted and walked out followed by Farfarello.
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Chinese translation:
Zao shang Hao-------------Good Morning
Ni Hao Ma?-----------------How are you?
Hen Hao, xie xie wei le qing jiao--------Very well, thank you for asking.

German translation:
Du kleiner Scheißer----You little fuck.