Author: silrayn silverwolf

Disclaimers: Gensoumaden Saiyuki and Weiß Kreuz are not mine.

Spoilers: The animes, some of the manga like the fact that certain incestuous relationships among certain siblings.

Teaser: The revival of an old evil is at hand. The present incarnations of the warriors of light are called to meet the challenge…

Prologue

A woman flipped a loose lock of hair out eyes as she surveyed the smoldering ruin that was once a house. She seemed unfazed by the havoc that had the gathering crowd murmuring. Nor did she brush away the swirling ashes and smoke that could adversely affect her white suit.

"So it is beginning." She said as she stood unnoticed by a crowd of onlookers, medics and police just come to the scene. Beside her was a man with a gray ponytail and a gray monkey suit.

"Are you going to give the scroll to him now, Kanzeon-sama? You're going to lose your chance." Her companion asked. He made a gesture at a grieving young man. Medics were escorting the kid, a red haired beauty of a youngster whose purple eyes were leaking tears, into an ambulance where they had already put his sister.

"No, Jiroshin, I intend to give the scroll to my former nephew."

"But--but--Kanzeon-sama! He's--he's on--close--to the other side this time around!"

"The more to hide it. Hide it in plain sight."

"Clever."

"Jiroshin…"

"What, Kanzeon-sama?"

"Stop your bootlicking."

"Hai."

Both Kanzeon and Jiroshin faded into nothingness leaving the ashes to swirl into the space where they've been standing.

Crawford looked up from his paperwork to see the door swing open.

"Crawford, I'm sorry but she barged in here like she owned the place." Nagi called out from the door as a woman wearing a white mini-skirt and plunging neckline that would proudly grace the body of a Kritiker female agent. She came into the office like a ship breaking waves in an ocean.

"So Konzen, how're you today?" The woman said, putting a hand on his shoulder without so much as a by your leave.

"My name is Crawford. I don't believe we've met before." Crawford said with enough frost that would have had the woman freezing in her tracks. He slapped her hand away without a thought.

"You still don't remember, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, you old woman." Somehow, it seemed so natural to call the woman before him like that, though she didn't look much older than Crawford himself did.

"Oh, somewhere deep inside you do remember or you wouldn't have called me that. Here catch!" The woman smiled her dark eyes tilting more arrogantly than before. She tossed something towards Crawford.

Crawford instinctively caught the bundle that hurtled towards him. It proved to be small gun and…

What the--a scroll--what am I suppose to do with these things?

"What is this?"

"Something you might need some time. You will be meeting them soon. You're bound by the threads of destiny as much as they are. Please make the right decision when you do."

"Who the fuck are you talking about!"

"You'll know them when you see them. And Konzen, it's good to see you again." The woman said, gracefully walking out of his office as swiftly as she had barged in.

What was that all about…?

Crawford dismissed the crazy happening as another one of those things that Schwartz had to deal with, he tried to get back to his interrupted work but couldn't quite get the peculiar visit out of his head.

Where could I have seen her before? She seems to be familiar.

He turned over the gun and the scroll in his hand repeatedly as if trying to place them in his memory. He was about to open the scroll to look at its contents when his office door opened to admit another member of Schwartz. He quickly got the scroll into one of his drawers and locked it in, barely thinking as he did so.

It could be important later…

He didn't know why but it nagged at his mind. He couldn't let go of the gun however.

"Ah, you won't believe this, Braddy. Me and Farfie just bumped into this curvy babe outside and she just vanished into thin air!" Schuldig said as he came into the office to make reports for the rash of elimination missions.

Crawford could let that one pass. He didn't know what to think much less say about their strange visitor. Schuldig sat in front of the spare computer to type his report.

"So how did your missions go?" Crawford asked, more to allow the strangeness to pass than out of the need to know. He and Schuldig had been working together for so long that he knew he could count on the German to fulfill missions without a hitch.

"Everything went fine. There's one problem though. One of the targets' children got away." Schuldig replied looking over his shoulder at Crawford, his eyes were clearly still curiously looking at Crawford.

"I'll cover for you then." Crawford said, very conscious that he was still holding the small gun.

"Thanks, what's that?"

"New gun." His lips automatically formed the lie. He took out his gun from the shoulder sheath and put the small gun into it. His mind yammering at him as he did so…

You don't even know if that can fire…or what bullets it uses…

It just felt right somehow. Now if he could get the scroll into one of his secret pockets…

What…am I thinking…?

"Aa." Schuldig said, and he continued typing his report. The telepath seemed to have accepted the lie readily enough or at least didn't want to challenge Crawford over such a little thing. A good thing since Crawford couldn't find an explanation for it himself.

Author's Notes:
- Sorry about the Kritiker female agent quip but it's an accurate discription. ^^;;;

Progress Report:
Raven's Pendant - is growing but in random order so the chapter 10 and 11 will probably update close to each other but not right now since both are getting parts but neither is getting finished...I'd say probably only ^^;;