I don't own Weiss Kreuz… I do own a 7 year old CD player boom box that is still in pretty good condition… a DVD player… some anime movies and a couple of idea's for stories… but that's about it…Oh yeah and I somewhat own a 2003 Hyundai Elantra GLS but only somewhat since I'm still making payments on it ^_^
Author's notes: Italics are any form of thought in the story.
Obbligato Dissonance
Prologue: The Stony depths
"Damn it! Why did you have to leave me?" The sound of something crashing against fragile glass resounded through out the tiny apartment where one lone man stood. Fresh tears made their way down the old path of dried ones leaving a moist trail in their wake. Two years damn you, the man cried out in his mind. It's been two fucking years and not a word from you. You promised me that you'd write… contact me… something! What have I to show for it? … Nothing… nothing but empty words and broken promises, I have nothing.
He stared into the broke mirror. The shards of glass reflect a gruesome image of his being. He, like the mirror, was a shattered man; torn from his emotions of love on that cruel day his lover had left him. He had nothing more to show from it except his tousled hair and shadowed eyes. Eyes that were once filled with warmth and joy now were clouded over in pain and anger. Sometimes those self same eyes were unemotional, cold hinting on barely little life within them.
Sleep eluded him half of the time and when he did find peace within his dreams it would be wrenched away from him and the pleasant slumber would turn into a dreadful nightmare, filled with the deaths of those he loved dearly. Though those dreams were normal for him, he was a killer after all. He was forced to kill a friend whom he loved like a brother, though that brother, he had found out, betrayed him, but to be lied to by someone whom he was willing to share his life with as his lover did to him, was unbearable, to the point of no one else could help him.
Something warm and wet trickled down across his hands. He thought that it was just tears that had splashed down on his ruddy brown hands and moved to wipe it away.
Thick… almost like… his mind stopped him from saying the word and he looked down.
Blood… Crimson red blood covered his knuckles. When did this happen? He asked himself.
It took him a few minutes to realize that it was from punching the mirror before him. He looked into the mirror again. "Even after all this time of you not being here, I'm still causing myself pain…" he sneered at the broken mirror.
A multitude of deep brown eyes flashed in cynicism at him. He would have been appalled at the sight of him thus so but, he stopped caring so long ago.
Through the years, the change in his attitude came about slowly, but could still be seen by his friends. It appalled them that, so rapidly a once cheerful man could plummet in a downward spiral of emotion just by one man. Oh yes, they knew of his relationship with him. They actually encouraged it at the time and when he was left alone, all of them left alone, they felt anger towards him.
They all had their own ways of dealing with it though; the youngest of them all immersed himself in his studies, while the oldest yet of them ended up almost drinking himself to nothing. They still contained their semi decent out look on life, but not their friend.
There was a knock on the door. "Ken-kun, is everything alright in there?" A soft voice called through the heavy wooden door.
Ken stopped sneering at the fragmented glass long enough to glanced over at the entrance to his room. "I'm fine, Omi." He said lightly in hopes that the younger boy would leave quickly. It didn't work though.
"Ken-kun, I heard a crash. Are you sure everything's ok?" Omi's voice called out, louder this time.
"I'm sure everything's alright Omi just go away!" Ken almost snarled out but stopped himself before he could hurt his younger friend's feelings. He wasn't the cause of Ken's problem so the nineteen year old had no right to take it out on someone who was just curious on if he was all right. "I'm fine, I'll be down in a minute to help open the Koneko." He said in a more pleasant tone.
After he had said that, he heard the shuffling of feet moving away from his door. He let out a sigh of relief. Good, Omi's not going to bother me anymore today. That is, I hope he's not.
Ken gave a half smile. The youngest of their team was always such a worrywart, with his three; no make it two friends. It was almost as if he were a little mother hen, always fussing about the welfare of Yohji and he. It never would have bothered the brunet in the past, but since he had left two years ago, Ken now found the young assassin to grate on his nerves.
Ken shook his head. I'm wasting time; I need to go open the shop in a few minutes. Ken quickly got dressed and wrapped his hand up in a small bandage. The girls are going to fuss over this, he thought to himself as he walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Then again, they always fuss over every little thing wrong with any of us. He made a quick meal, and then walked into the flower shop that was connected to their tiny apartment. They're so damn annoying. He began to go through the motions of opening the shop.
Soon enough time had passed, and the little flower shop was swelling with customers.
Ken gazed around. As sure as, the sun did shine; it was filled with nothing but schoolgirls. All of them bouncing around, eagerly waiting to catch the attention of one of the three men working there.
It almost made the young man sick to look at them. Their happiness never failing, like a sick joke the gods decided to play on him, but he could do nothing about it, except for putting on his old mask of cheerfulness. A cheerfulness that never reached his eyes, but the young girls didn't care, as long as their "Ken-kun" smiled at them, they were happy.
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On the other side of town, three men walked the streets. They were all tall and of a lithe figure. Their faces were so smooth that they could almost be considered women. Two of them had long flowing blond hair, partially held back in a braid, while the third was of the contrast. His hair was of a vibrant ruby hue that was cut short with two wisps framing his face along the ears.
What was strange about the three men was they wore hooded cloaks about them of a deep forest green color, causing people to stare at them not only for their beauty but also for their strangeness.
"Milord," One of the men spoke softly to the red head. "I don't see why we've come to this world. You're parents will be upset when they've found out you came here against their will."
"We need help." The man who was their leader replied. "I know of someone who we can go to." If he'll accept me back, that is, he thought to himself as they stopped in front of their destination.
"Ledoris, it's not wise to question his highness," the other blonde-haired person spoke up. "We are his servants after all."
"That may as well be, but I still don't like this place." The one called Ledoris said as he looked around disdainfully. "The people here are crude and ignorant, Finis."
"It's also the place I grew up." The crimson haired man chided his servant. "Don't speak ill of a place that you've first visited. I happen to miss this place above anywhere else."
"Yes, milord." The man bowed partially before turning to the building. "Do you want us to come in with you?"
"No, I'll go in. I trust them with my life." The red head said then strode inside.
Author's Notes: Erm… I say no comment on this, I just hope everyone enjoys it… because it's not one of my usual type ones… *smiles*
Schu: I personally think it's not that bad of an idea.
Shush, no one asked you.
Schu: I think I should be asked.
Anyway, I'm sort of dead on my brain right now … so leave a review… maybe… Ja!