The Past Don't Forget
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,392
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Ken walked into the three-story house he shared with Far; he didn't believe the story the other two told him. It had sounded to cut'n'dry for him, they had told him Far had information about an old case...Ken didn't believe that there had to be more...
"Far! I'm home, you will never believe who walked into the shop..." Ken trailed off as he saw a man with black hair, half pulled back the rest fell about this shoulders, wearing glasses. Dressed not in the business suits but in a dress shirt and jeans. He saw the man known as Oracle was holding a gun on Far. Ken started to take a step forward but movement from the shadows caught his attention. A tall figure leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest, long crimson hair wore in a braid down his back, and Ken knew if his eyes were open they would be violet.
Far sat on the sofa, Ken saw, the white haired man needed a haircut; white locks were falling over his eye patch. The familiar feral yellow eye looked at the gun Oracle was holding on him in boredom.
Ken cleared his throat and walked slowly into the room.
"Well I wish I could say this is unexpected," said Ken.
"Yoji called, said you would run." Fujimiya said flatly.
"Well," said Ken as he walked over to the bar, " if Omi and Prodigy show up, we'll have a real reunion." Then took out a glass, " Any one want a drink..." he muttered. No one answered him as he poured a drink, what looked to be Brandy.
"Shudich, said you were feeling unhappy that we showed up," said Oracle.
"Is that his name? No, not feeling the trust, considering I had Balinese's wire around my throat."
Ken heard Far make a low growl, "Now your holding a gun on Far..."
Oracle snorted, " I knew Farfarello, he is dangerous."
"Yes, you knew him," Ken said softly as he picked up the glass an brought it to his mouth but didn't drink from it, " Strangely though I know him better." Then Ken turned and threw the glass at Oracle, the glass missed him, but the liquid in it soak the sleeve of the shirt he was holding the gun with.
Oracle didn't look impressed, " You missed." Fujimiya stood away from the wall now, katana in hand.
"Did I," murmured Ken as Oracle's shirt began to smoke the erupted into flames.
Oracle dropped his gun in shock and pain at what happened, Fujimiya quick took off his coat and put out the fire.
"That wasn't nice, Tiger." Farfarello's voice whispered into his ear.
"I'm not feeling nice." Ken said to him as Fujimiya cold glare promise pain.
"You want to talk to Far, you do so on * my * terms or not at all." Ken said to the other assassins.
The continued to glare and the other nodded.
"What was in that glass?" asked Oracle.
"Clever it's it? A liquid that can cause fires in small amounts I believe you've heard of it."
Oracle nodded, but looked as if he didn't quite believe him.
"The ghosts of the past have see you, now the ghosts of the present are here, soon the ghosts of the future will come..." said Far with a sad look.
Ken sighed, " I guess I'll have to cook Omi's favorite dinner to night..."
Ken walked into the three-story house he shared with Far; he didn't believe the story the other two told him. It had sounded to cut'n'dry for him, they had told him Far had information about an old case...Ken didn't believe that there had to be more...
"Far! I'm home, you will never believe who walked into the shop..." Ken trailed off as he saw a man with black hair, half pulled back the rest fell about this shoulders, wearing glasses. Dressed not in the business suits but in a dress shirt and jeans. He saw the man known as Oracle was holding a gun on Far. Ken started to take a step forward but movement from the shadows caught his attention. A tall figure leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest, long crimson hair wore in a braid down his back, and Ken knew if his eyes were open they would be violet.
Far sat on the sofa, Ken saw, the white haired man needed a haircut; white locks were falling over his eye patch. The familiar feral yellow eye looked at the gun Oracle was holding on him in boredom.
Ken cleared his throat and walked slowly into the room.
"Well I wish I could say this is unexpected," said Ken.
"Yoji called, said you would run." Fujimiya said flatly.
"Well," said Ken as he walked over to the bar, " if Omi and Prodigy show up, we'll have a real reunion." Then took out a glass, " Any one want a drink..." he muttered. No one answered him as he poured a drink, what looked to be Brandy.
"Shudich, said you were feeling unhappy that we showed up," said Oracle.
"Is that his name? No, not feeling the trust, considering I had Balinese's wire around my throat."
Ken heard Far make a low growl, "Now your holding a gun on Far..."
Oracle snorted, " I knew Farfarello, he is dangerous."
"Yes, you knew him," Ken said softly as he picked up the glass an brought it to his mouth but didn't drink from it, " Strangely though I know him better." Then Ken turned and threw the glass at Oracle, the glass missed him, but the liquid in it soak the sleeve of the shirt he was holding the gun with.
Oracle didn't look impressed, " You missed." Fujimiya stood away from the wall now, katana in hand.
"Did I," murmured Ken as Oracle's shirt began to smoke the erupted into flames.
Oracle dropped his gun in shock and pain at what happened, Fujimiya quick took off his coat and put out the fire.
"That wasn't nice, Tiger." Farfarello's voice whispered into his ear.
"I'm not feeling nice." Ken said to him as Fujimiya cold glare promise pain.
"You want to talk to Far, you do so on * my * terms or not at all." Ken said to the other assassins.
The continued to glare and the other nodded.
"What was in that glass?" asked Oracle.
"Clever it's it? A liquid that can cause fires in small amounts I believe you've heard of it."
Oracle nodded, but looked as if he didn't quite believe him.
"The ghosts of the past have see you, now the ghosts of the present are here, soon the ghosts of the future will come..." said Far with a sad look.
Ken sighed, " I guess I'll have to cook Omi's favorite dinner to night..."