Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, never will. I'm doomed to just play with them.

A/N: Ok, I hope I got the personalities down well enough for them not to be considered OOC. I liked the older versions of Omi and Nagi from the second installment of Weiss so I used those personas. Give it a read and even if I didn't get the personalities right, maybe you'll like the story anyway. Thanks!

Blue on Blue

Chapter 1

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Blue - Symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven. Light blue is associated with health, healing, tranquility, understanding, and softness.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sharp cerulean eyes watched the car approach, his entire being focused on protecting the individual within. For three years he had done this man's bidding, all because he had saved his life. For his savior, he investigated various crime lords and terrorist cells, eliminating their strike forces before they could become effective. He did everything that was asked of him. But only if he asked. No one else.

But eight months ago, an unplanned...setback, changed his role in this man's life.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Eight months ago

How could this be happening? I checked and double checked their personnel for months. How did they hide him? As he contemplated where he went wrong, the young man ran down the hallway as fast as he could, holding his bleeding shoulder, hoping he could make it out into the streets before the madman and his knife-wielding companion caught up with him. Only a little further. The front door should be right around---

As he turned the corner, he caught a leg in his midsection from one of his assailants that was lying in wait on the other side. All the air and some blood escaped his body through his gaping mouth. He fell to his knees but quickly curled up into himself on the floor. Please God, don't let me die like this.

He didn't look up to see the man hovering above him. He'd seen the man's leer enough in the past months to know it's every detail. He shivered at the mere thought of the image. He was the sadistic one of the group, reminding him a lot of a certain white-haired assassin, but without the soul. His name was Kanaye. He was the true muscle of the group, who had a fondness for knives and possessed a touch of telekinesis, which he used now to levitate Nagi's limp body up to him.

He righted the smaller man so he was facing him, body hanging in the air, head down. He proceeded to use Nagi as a punching bag, keeping him suspended in mid air while he repeatedly punched the assassin's body.

"Kanaye!"

Nagi heard the leader's voice, but he was so dazed, he couldn't tell from where.

"I realize you want to make him suffer for what he did to Akako, but you must consider other's feelings in this matter. What about Zinan? He was her friend too. Perhaps he would like to take a few shots. And what about me? She's been like a sister to me for years."

The seething man stood there, fist still buried in Nagi's midsection, contemplating his leader's words. Finally, he pulled his fist back to himself and bowed in respect. He let his hold on the assassin go and when his head hit the hard marble floor, Nagi fell into total blackness, gratefully.

"Thank you Kanaye. I appreciate you thinking of your other teammates. And don't worry. You can chop him up when the lab boys are done with him, ok?" Green eyes glinted as the leer became more prominent on the man's face. "Now where the hell is Zinan?"

"Right here."

"Why must you always take your time? We do have a schedule to keep."

"Sorry. You try to keep this guy's powers at bay. It's not easy and quite painful." He opened his mouth to say something else when he suddenly started and fell to his knees next to Nagi. "Did you kill him?"

He checked the young man's pulse. Nothing. He looked up at his teammates. "Mission accomplished?"

Raidon glared at the assassin across from him. He knew he didn't regret killing the assassin, and honestly, he couldn't blame him. Akako was his lover and had been for years. He'd even go so far as to say they loved each other. He'd argued with his superiors not to allow him on the mission just for that reason. If they wanted a target alive, they should never send Kanaye. Ever.

Raidon sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Oh well. Let's go."

"Should we take the body with us? Maybe they can still perform some tests, or get some tissue samples." The black-haired assassin began to pick up the bloodied and broken body when their leader spoke up.

"Good idea. But since Kanaya is the one responsible for the target's death, he can carry him. Now let's go."

The three walked back up the hallway, Nagi slung over Kanaye's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As they proceeded towards the elevator, unbeknownst to any of them, a finger twitched. Then two, then three. Ever so carefully, a small pale hand caked with blood reached for the handle to a knife sticking out of the assassin's back pocket. If I can take out Zinan, I'll be able to use my powers again and I can escape. I just have to be very careful and concentrate. First, I need a distraction….

A clattering noise resounded through the hallway and all three assassins turned to see a picture of the floor. Nagi took the opportunity, now that he was facing the suppressor, to send the knife right for him using his telekinesis. His aim was off due to his current condition, but mission accomplished anyway. The man roared as the blade embedded itself in his shoulder.

His captor turned again to his yelling teammate, and Nagi took the opportunity to repel himself from the man's grasp and he lunged for the nearest wall, not caring what was on the other side. As his body melted through the wall, he could only think of one thing. Escape.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Nagi never looked back as he made a straight line through the building to the outside. At one point, he heard his pursuers in the background so he took to the alleys. He navigated through the mazes, keeping to the shadows, until he finally saw his salvation. The gleaming office building never looked so inviting.

He staggered up to the large glass doors and began to pound on them, hoping the guard would investigate before calling the police. He soon saw a uniformed security guard headed his way and he slumped down to the ground. He looked up at concerned, but suspicious eyes and he tried to speak as clearly and loudly as possible. "My name is Naoe Nagi. I am under the direct command of Takatori Mamarou. Check my credentials and call the appropriate medical team."

He leaned his head against the door and closed his eyes. I will not die here. I will not…. die here. I will… not…..die. I will…no…t…

To be continued…..

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

For your edification:

Bougu – means protector – A group I created for the story consisting of four men that hire themselves out for jobs varying from bodyguard duty to transporters to hit men.

Raidon – means thunder god – Leader of Bougu. Power to generate strong electrical currents at will.

Kanaye – means zealous one - Extremely skilled in using knives which he controls with his limited telekinetic abilities. Very athletic. The muscle of the group.

Zinan – means second son - Has power of suppression. He is able to suppress other's powers. Other skills include extensive knowledge of technology and explosives.

Akako – means red - Killed by Nagi as he turned her own power of fire against her.