Weiss Kreuz: Tribulation Revenge
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,146
Reviews:
1
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.
Weiss Kreuz: Tribulation Revenge
This is a Fanfic so obviously these Characters do not belong to me. They belong to whoever owns the rights to the anime Weiss Kreuz. All yaoi implications towards the characters are works of my own and have little to no relation with the actual characters in the anime.
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Prologue
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The moon shone brightly in the night sky as its ray glistened of the glass window. A pale figure stood on the other side looking up to the sky, his expression cold and soulless. He wore a simple one piece brown suit, his hair slightly curled. The figure moved towards his desk and lifted up a picture frame, under the soft glow of the computer screen which stood on his desk. The figured squinted his eyes; trying to force the tears, but he had cried all he could. He stood staring at the photo of four men. One of the men, a past reflection of himself, younger than, and bearing an unfamiliar smile. A smile he had forgotten. His eyes than wondered to the picture of a man with flowing long red hair. He closed his eyes and placed the picture frame face down on the desk. He slumped himself on to the leather chair and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass from the drawer. As he poured shot after shot he could feel himself being brought back to that cold desolate place. It had been two years since the incident. Since he had lost…everything. Lost in his thoughts he did not hear the slight knocking on the office door. The door slowly opened as a voice spoke:
“Takatori sir…” a meek soft sounding voice spoke.
Again not hearing the voice he downed another shot of whiskey.
“Omi-kun...” the voice now spoke slightly louder.
Omi looked up at a boy. The boy was close to his own age, short by two years. He like the past Omi had a boyish look to him. His soft black hair slightly curled inwards at the end.
“Sena…” Omi called to the boy, forcing a smile on his face.
Sena made his way around Omi’s desk and knelt beside Omi, placing his head on Omi’s lap. Omi looked down at the boy a blank expression on his face.
“Why do you always do this”, Omi asked plainly.
“Because I love you”, Sena spoke softly and caringly.
Omi’s face twisted in hate. He hated hearing the boy say those words. Every night it was the same thing. And every night when he heard those words he hated it more and more. Omi got up and pushed the Whiskey bottle of his desk as the sounds of the breaking glass broke the silence in the room. Omi forcefully picked Sena up and force his head down hard on the desk. Sena winced in pain, but held himself to the desk as he had done time and time again. The familiar sound of Omi unbuckling both their pants, Sena closed his eyes tightly for he knew what was to come next. He tried to speak Omi’s name, but as usual Omi forced his head harder into the desk harshly screaming at him to shut up. The sounds of Omi’s hard breathing and the muffled screams of Sena filled the room as the computer screen glowed, the words “EPITAPH” displayed on it.
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Prologue
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The moon shone brightly in the night sky as its ray glistened of the glass window. A pale figure stood on the other side looking up to the sky, his expression cold and soulless. He wore a simple one piece brown suit, his hair slightly curled. The figure moved towards his desk and lifted up a picture frame, under the soft glow of the computer screen which stood on his desk. The figured squinted his eyes; trying to force the tears, but he had cried all he could. He stood staring at the photo of four men. One of the men, a past reflection of himself, younger than, and bearing an unfamiliar smile. A smile he had forgotten. His eyes than wondered to the picture of a man with flowing long red hair. He closed his eyes and placed the picture frame face down on the desk. He slumped himself on to the leather chair and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass from the drawer. As he poured shot after shot he could feel himself being brought back to that cold desolate place. It had been two years since the incident. Since he had lost…everything. Lost in his thoughts he did not hear the slight knocking on the office door. The door slowly opened as a voice spoke:
“Takatori sir…” a meek soft sounding voice spoke.
Again not hearing the voice he downed another shot of whiskey.
“Omi-kun...” the voice now spoke slightly louder.
Omi looked up at a boy. The boy was close to his own age, short by two years. He like the past Omi had a boyish look to him. His soft black hair slightly curled inwards at the end.
“Sena…” Omi called to the boy, forcing a smile on his face.
Sena made his way around Omi’s desk and knelt beside Omi, placing his head on Omi’s lap. Omi looked down at the boy a blank expression on his face.
“Why do you always do this”, Omi asked plainly.
“Because I love you”, Sena spoke softly and caringly.
Omi’s face twisted in hate. He hated hearing the boy say those words. Every night it was the same thing. And every night when he heard those words he hated it more and more. Omi got up and pushed the Whiskey bottle of his desk as the sounds of the breaking glass broke the silence in the room. Omi forcefully picked Sena up and force his head down hard on the desk. Sena winced in pain, but held himself to the desk as he had done time and time again. The familiar sound of Omi unbuckling both their pants, Sena closed his eyes tightly for he knew what was to come next. He tried to speak Omi’s name, but as usual Omi forced his head harder into the desk harshly screaming at him to shut up. The sounds of Omi’s hard breathing and the muffled screams of Sena filled the room as the computer screen glowed, the words “EPITAPH” displayed on it.