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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and its characters do not belong to me.
I'm just borrowing them for my and (I hope)
my readers' amusement only
have no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape
Warnings: None to speak of.
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Author: The RCK
Last updated: 22 April 2011
Written for Purkledragon for Weiss Day
Follows anime continuity.
Thanks to Olna Jenn for cheerleading and to Hope of Dawn and my husband
for beta reading.
For Ran, the day of his parents' death blurred into the day after. He
hadn't slept. He was too busy answering questions and worrying about
Aya. Even if he'd been inclined to sleep, the doctor suspected Ran had
a concussion. A nurse checked up on him once an hour, all night.
The news about Aya was all bad. Ran had no clear idea of what
'constriction of blood flow to the brain' really meant. The words had
meaning, but putting them together with Aya defeated him. "She will
wake up," he insisted even as the doctor shook his head.
"Long term care is expensive, Fujimiya-kun. It will run through your
parents' savings." The doctor hesitated then asked, "How old are you?
You're clearly the closest relative, but are you legally an adult?"
Ran looked away. That unfortunately would be easy to check. "I'm
eighteen," he admitted.
The doctor frowned and tapped his pen against the fingers of his other
hand. "Two years until you're of age then. Who would your parents have
appointed as your sister's guardian? We'll need to consult with that
person. Have you talked to the staff social worker yet?"
Ran shook his head as the reality of his parents' death settled over
him once more. It had a physical presence, cold, wet and draggingly
heavy. "I don't know." Did they ever
talk to me about that? Once, but that was years ago, when Grandpa was
still alive. Aunt Fujiko maybe, but Dad never liked her husband. I
suppose Uncle Akira is possible, but he hasn't lived in Japan for years.
He felt his shoulders sag. "I really don't know." And I notice that he carefully didn't ask
about my guardian. I'm old
enough to live on my own. "And, no, I don't think I've talked to
a social worker."
"You came in at night. I think she only works days." The doctor tucked
his pen in his pocket and gave Ran a tired nod. "She'll help you talk
to your relatives. You'll need a place to stay once we release you." He
looked for a moment as if he had more to say. Instead, he patted Ran
awkwardly on the shoulder, turned and walked away.
Ran sagged against the wall. A place
to stay. Yes. I'll need that. Clothes, too. I'll need to find a job,
and I can't do that in these clothes. A job-- That hurt. He'd
worked hard to pass the entrance exams for university. Mom and Dad were so proud. Never mind. Aya
first. They'd agree with that.
He allowed himself a few moments with his eyes closed, pretending that
the corridor around him was a park, that the wall was a tree. He could
almost smell the wind. Then he opened his eyes, straightened and walked
back into Aya's room. He settled himself into the stiff, little chair
next to her bed and watched her breathe in and out.
I can't call Aunt Fujiko. I don't
know her number. I don't even know her exact address. I think I could
find her apartment. He'd never gone there without his parents,
and usually, travel went in the other direction. The Fujimiyas' house
was larger than Aunt Fujiko's apartment and had more room for the
combined families to interact.
He lifted Aya's hand and carefully interlaced his fingers with hers.
There weren't any broken bones in this hand or arm. He wouldn't hurt
her by touching her. Why haven't the
police come yet? Mom and Dad were-- He shied away from the word.
No. Face it. They were murdered. Someone killed them and set the house to
explode. Someone-- His grip on Aya's hand tightened. Takatori Reiji hit Aya. I saw him. I
recognized him. It was deliberate. Where are the police?
His stomach complained, and he rubbed it. I probably have enough money for some
food. I'd have to leave Aya. I'm going to have to leave her eventually.
I need to hold enough back to get to Aunt Fujiko's. I'm going to have
to go. I need her help. I need someone's help. Just until I can figure
things out. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.
As he relaxed, his parents' open eyed, dead faces floated into his
mind's eye. Blood soaked his mother's shirt, and his father reached out
toward his mother. He rubbed his free hand over his eyes then opened
them. They're dead. How can they be
dead? They're my parents. How can they be dead?
Ran looked up to see that the nurse had entered the room. She was the
same woman who'd been checking on Aya all night. She was short and
plump with a round face. He wished he could remember her name.
She gave Ran a small smile then walked over to Aya's bed and checked
the I.V. "You should be in your own room, Fujimiya-kun. You've missed
breakfast, but someone will probably bring you something."
His own room was on a different floor. "I can't leave her."
The nurse made a tsking sound with her tongue. "You'll have to. You
can't take care of her unless you take care of yourself." She
straightened up and looked down at Ran. "It's nothing to feel guilty
about, just the way things are." She made a shooing motion. "Go on. You
can trust us to look after her."
Ran sat frozen. He opened his mouth to protest, but his stomach rumbled
again. He looked at the floor.
"Go, eat something. Things always look worse when you're hungry."
Ran still couldn't look up. She
doesn't look anything like Mom, but she sounds like Mom. His
eyes prickled. He nodded. "Okay. I'll trust you." He gave Aya's hand a
squeeze before letting go. He was halfway to the door when he stopped
and added, "Thank you."
Leaving felt like giving up. But
she's right. I can't take care of Aya if I don't take care of myself.
He made himself keep walking. 702. I
can find that again, even if I wasn't paying attention when I left.
Ran shared his room with an older man who had had one of his knees
replaced. Arai-san had the television on when Ran arrived. It was tuned
to a news program discussing the stock exchange.
"There was a policeman looking for you," Arai-san said cheerfully.
"I was with my sister." Ran sat down on his bed. Sleep tempted him, but
he suspected he'd dream about his parents and his sister. And not the good things about them.
He cleared his throat and looked at the floor. "She hasn't woken up
"It's amazing what they can do these days, really." Arai-san coughed.
"They say she won't wake up." Ran wasn't sure why he was telling this
almost stranger his troubles. Maybe
it's that I have to tell someone. Who else would I tell?
"Yes. Well. They left your breakfast on the table. You should eat."
Arai-san turned his attention back to the the television, appearing
quite absorbed in a commercial for a soft drink. After a long moment,
he said, "Something will come along. It always does."
Ran lifted the tray of food from the bedside table. He regarded it
dubiously. Rice porridge. It looks
like somebody poured glue over it, and the pickles are withered.
He began to eat. The food didn't taste any better than it looked, but
he made himself keep eating. I need
food, and at least I can eat.
He closed his eyes against the image of Aya lying still on the hospital
bed. It didn't help.
Ran was almost finished when the policeman arrived. He looks irritated. Ran set his
tray aside, rose to his feet and bowed politely.
Ran nodded. He glanced at his tray, not sure if he was sorry or
relieved to be interrupted. "Arai-san mentioned you were looking for
The policeman frowned. "You've been difficult to track down."
"I apologize. It wasn't intentional." Ran looked around the room. He
gestured toward the chair next to his bed. "Please sit down."
The policeman looked at the tiny chair and frowned again. "I'm Officer
Itoh." He pulled out a small notebook and perched on the edge of the
chair. "I'm here to ask about your sister's accident."
Just that? "It wasn't an
accident. I saw it."
Officer Itoh wrote something down. "I understood you were knocked out."
"I saw him hit Aya. I saw him stop afterward. I saw it."
"What did the car look like?"
"It was big and black." Ran sat down on his bed again, being careful
not to sit on his tray. "But I saw the passenger. His name is Takatori
Reiji. My father works-- worked-- for him. I don't know why he did it,
but I saw him quite clearly when the car stopped. He leaned out to talk
to another man, one I didn't recognize."
Officer Itoh had been taking careful notes. After a moment, he looked
up. "The medical records say you were unconscious when you were brought
"I was awake long enough to see that." He doesn't believe me. "Shouldn't
you be asking me about my parents, about the bomb? They were murdered!"
Officer Itoh hesitated. "Nobody said anything about your parents." He
glanced down at his notebook. "What happened?"
Ran closed his eyes, trying to put it all in order. "My sister and I
had been out. It was her birthday, and I wanted to give her a chance to
pick out a present. I bought her a pair of earrings she liked." They're still in my pocket. He
squeezed his eyes tighter shut then made himself open his eyes again.
"When we got home, it was too quiet. Mom and Dad didn't greet us. Aya
and I started looking around." He rubbed his face. "She found them. I
came when she screamed. They were dead, lying on the floor with their
eyes open. There was blood. They were so still." His hands clenched.
"I-- I didn't have time to look closely. That's when I saw the bomb. It
had a timer, counting down, and there were only seconds left. I told
Aya to run. She did, and so did I. She got clear to the road before the
house exploded. She turned back to look, and that's when the car came."
He gulped in air. He felt that he should have more to say, more facts,
more information. Answers. I have no
idea why any of this happened. It makes no sense. None.
"Then there was a fire, right?" Officer Itoh inhaled briefly. "You
still smell of smoke, Fujimiya-kun. The fire will be investigated, so
will-- I'm sorry for your parents' deaths. They will be investigated.
How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." Ran picked at the bottom of his sweater.
"Do you have any local relatives?" Officer Itoh flipped to a new page
of his notebook.
"There's Aunt Fujiko and her husband, Noguchi Dai. I don't know their
address or phone number, but I think I could find their apartment." Would you do it for me? I'm so tired, and
isn't that what the police do?
"We'll find them. Tell me how to get there."
Ran closed his eyes and verbally traced the route from home to Aunt
Fujiko's place. She's going to
hate having the police show up. She'll be worried about what the
neighbors will think. Will she come? She'll come. She'll find somebody
to watch the kids, and she'll come. He remembered it better than
he'd expected. He even managed to recall the location of the transfer.
Officer Itoh closed his notebook. "You should get some sleep,
Fujimiya-kun. We'll get back to you if we have more questions." He
stood up. "I think you've given me enough to find your aunt."
That's it? That can't be it. What
about my parents? What about Takatori? Ran nodded. "Thank you,
Officer Itoh." He rose to his feet as well.
Officer Itoh put away his notebook. He pulled out a business card.
"Call us if you remember anything else."
Ran bowed as he accepted the card. Itoh
Junichiro, police officer. "I will, sir."
After Officer Itoh left, Ran made himself finish his breakfast. I didn't think this could become less
palatable. He found himself yawning. If I should eat, I should sleep, too. I'm
going to have to eventually. He put the tray on the bedside
Lying down in his clothes felt weird, but he didn't have anything else
unless he wanted to put on the pajamas the nurse had left at the end of
the bed. If I do that, I can't go
back to Aya. Not dressed like that. His clothes felt gritty. From pieces of the house, falling on me.
He wondered how much he smelled like smoke. Enough for Officer Itoh to notice.
Sleep came faster than he expected. His dreams were a jumble of
images-- chasing Aya but never finding her, his mother lying there dead
and telling him to dress warmly, his parents and his sister eating
dinner as a timer counted down toward zero. He woke from that last
relieved that the timer hadn't reached zero then remembered that, in
real life, it had. But Aya listened
to me. She ran. Right into the street where the car hit her. She'd have
been safer if she hadn't run as fast.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. They felt sticky and gritty. I should wash. I wonder if there's any
soap I could use?
"Finally awake?" Arai-san commented, turning up the volume on the TV.
"The nurse wasn't happy with you sleeping in your clothes, but I told
her she should be happy you were sleeping at all. There was a very
attractive, red haired lady who looked in on you while you were
sleeping. I thought she might be that aunt you were talking about. She
said she'd be back later."
Ran pulled his fingers through his hair. I wish I had a comb. "Aunt Fujiko
has black hair." Why am I telling
Arai-san shrugged. "Then it wasn't her. I'm sure we'll find out later."
"She was probably the hospital's social worker," Ran said as the
possibility occurred to him. The
doctor did say she'd come by. The thought of needing a social
worker was a heavy ache. He rolled out of bed. Once he was on his feet,
he stretched, putting his arms up over his head. "Arai-san, do you
know-- I know there's a shower in the bathroom, but will the nurses
give me soap if I ask?" He felt himself flushing a little.
"You can use mine." Arai-san bent over the side of his bed and fished
out a bag. "My daughter won't be here to help me wash for hours yet.
You get yourself clean, Fujimiya-kun."
"Thank you." Ran knew he ought to refuse politely at least once, but he
was desperate to be clean. Even if I
will have to put these clothes on again afterward, I'll be clean for a
Ran showered rapidly, even taking the bandages off his head so that he
could wash his hair. I have to. I
really have to. He scrubbed at his body, trying to remove as
much of the last twenty four hours as he could.
He could feel the dirt in his clothes as he put them back on. I don't own any other clothes now. The
fire will have taken my clothes, too.
"Thank you again, Arai-san," Ran said as he returned the soap and
shampoo. "Have they brought lunch yet?"
"Not yet. You really didn't sleep very long." Arai-san looked Ran up
and down. "You need a change of clothes. I'd ask my daughter to bring
something of mine, but you're taller than I am."
"I really couldn't impose on you like that." Ran felt his hands clench.
No. He's being kind. I don't need--
Yes, I do. It's not possible, but I do.
"Think nothing of it." Arai-san waved a hand. "Pity nothing I own would
Ran retreated back to his bed.
"Listen, kid, you need to take help where you can find it. It's going
to take a while for all of this mess to get sorted out." Arai-san
looked serious. "In the meantime, you've got nothing but what you're
wearing. Have you even got any money?"
"Some." Not enough to buy clothes.
Someone knocked on the door frame.
Ran turned to look and saw a red haired woman he didn't recognize. She
was carrying a paper bag. She wore a tight dress, cut low across the
Ran blinked and looked away, not wanting to stare. Not the social worker. I don't know who
she is, but she's doesn't work here, not dressed like that.
"Fujimiya-kun, it's good to see you awake." The woman strolled into the
room. Her movement fascinated Ran, and he felt himself flush. "I
brought you something." She extended the bag toward him.
Ran stood up, bowed and accepted the bag. "I'm afraid you have the
advantage of me."
"Ryusaki Mari." She bowed, giving him an impressive view of her
cleavage. "I brought you some clothes. I hope they fit."
Ran peered into the bag. He saw navy blue cloth. "Ryusaki-san, I
Arai-san cleared his throat.
Ran darted a glance at Arai-san.
Arai-san waved his hand encouragingly.
Ran turned back to Ryusaki-san. He pulled the bag against his body.
"But why?" I don't know you. You
don't know me. You're not family. Why?
Ryusaki-san smiled. "I work for an organization that helps people in
situations like yours. You need help. That's enough."
Be gracious. Arai-san was right. I
need help. But she doesn't look like she works for a charity. Mom would
disapprove. Mom would-- No. "Thank you." Ran set the bag on his
bed. The cloth he'd seen before proved to be a pair of sweatpants with
a drawstring waist. There was also a sweatshirt, a package of tube
socks and three packages of underwear in different sizes, one of them
"If you'd like to change, I can wait," Ryusaki-san said. "I thought you
and I could talk on the way to see your sister. You can tell me what my
organization can do to help her."
Hope hurt enough to startle Ran. He hadn't thought he could hurt more.
"Give me a minute, please." He took the bag into the room with the
shower, closed the door and stripped rapidly. After some consideration,
he kept on his old socks. No need to
destroy another pair when I still don't have shoes or even scuffs.
The new clothes still had tags on them. Ran used his teeth to remove
them then dressed rapidly. He was grateful to discover that the sweats
had pockets. The idea of leaving his wallet behind scared him. It's all I have. He folded up his
dirty clothing and put it in the bag with the spare underwear and the
unopened package of socks.
When Ran emerged, he found Ryusaki-san talking to a very pleased
looking Arai-san. Arai-san laughed at something Ryusaki-san said. Ran
hesitated, not wanting to interrupt them but also not wanting to wait.
Arai-san looked up. "Fujimiya-kun!" His smile broadened.
Ryusaki-san turned to look at Ran. "Oh, good. The clothes fit." Her
smile looked a little tight.
Of course. She's in a hurry. This has
taken longer than she expected. Can she really help Aya? Ran
bent to put the bag of clothes under his bed. "Please keep an eye on my
things, Arai-san." I hope they're
still there when I get back.
"Of course. I'll have them leave your lunch, too."
"Thank you." Not wanting to appear impolitely impatient, Ran waited for
Ryusaki-san to precede him to the door.
She murmured a goodbye to Arai-san, bending over to whisper something
in his ear.
Whatever she said made Arai-san laugh again and say, "Go on with you,
now! Thank you for keeping an old man amused."
Ryusaki-san swept toward the door, leaving Ran to follow in her wake.
He took several long strides to catch up to her. "The elevator is this
way. She's on the fourth floor."
"We need to find some place to talk, some place private."
Why? Where? "I don't know."
Ran looked along the hallway at the patients, visitors and medical
staff. "Maybe in Aya's room." He frowned at Ryusaki-san's back. What can't you say to me in public? Can I
even trust you? I don't know who killed my parents. "What
organization did you say you worked for?"
Ryusaki-san didn't say anything until they reached the elevator. When
the doors opened on an empty car, she said, "I suppose your sister's
room will do." Once the doors had closed behind them, she added, "The
world is a difficult place, Fujimiya-kun. There are those with power
who abuse it, those who overlook such abuses, those who are victims of
Ran's stomach clenched. He wasn't sure what she was trying to tell him,
not yet, but all his instincts told him it wasn't good. And she didn't answer the question. She's
done nothing to make me think I can trust her.
Ryusaki-san turned to look Ran directly in the eyes. "My organization
seeks justice. The police, the established system, fail in many cases.
They will fail you."
The doors opened, and a nurse came aboard.
They will fail me? They won't. They
can't. The world doesn't work like that. Ran opened his mouth to
voice his protests then closed his mouth so hard his teeth clicked. She said she could help Aya. Hear her out.
See what she meant.
They got off on the fourth floor, and Ran led the way to Aya's room.
When they arrived, a nurse Ran didn't recognize was doing something to
"How is she?" Ran asked, feeling guilty for having left.
"No change," the nurse replied, sounding irritable. She made a note on
the chart at the end of Aya's bed. She hooked the chart on the end of
the bed and left the room.
Ran sat in the chair next to the bed. He took Aya's uninjured hand in
his. "We should have a while now." He kept his eyes on his sister's
face. "You said you could help." Prove
it to me. Give me a reason to listen.
"We can. It won't be easy. Takatori Reiji is a very powerful man. He
won't have left any signs that can be linked to him. We haven't been
able to prove anything yet."
"I saw him!" Ran's grip on
Aya's hand tightened. Is she
implying that he-- I think she is. Did he kill my parents? Why? Why did
"Forgive me, Fujimiya-kun, but you have a head injury. It was dark, and
you'd just suffered a great shock. Under the circumstances, nobody is
going to believe you over him. That's the way power works."
Ran turned to face Ryusaki-san. "It doesn't. It can't." The words
sounded weak to his own ears. I can
trust the police, can't I? The truth is the truth.
"I'm sorry. You'll see." Ryusaki-san shrugged then turned and walked
over to the window. "My organization has a place for you, a job, if
you'll take it. As part of your payment, we'll see to your sister's
This doesn't sound right. What can I
possibly do that's worth that? Ran frowned. "What sort of job?" Is it even legal? I bet it's not.
"That would depend on your skills. We don't know much about you yet."
Ryusaki-san reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. "I
expect you need time to think about it. Keep the card and call the
number on it when you realize that you need us. At the very least, we
are a route to pursue Takatori Reiji. Bear it in mind. Think about your
sister, too." She offered him the card with one hand.
Ran blinked. That's not right.
Having been properly trained by his parents, he disentangled his hand
from Aya's so that he could accept the card with both hands. He half
rose so that he could bow as he took the card. She doesn't care about etiquette. That's
not right. "Thank you." He studied the card as he settled back
on the chair. He tried to give it a polite amount of attention, but it
was hard to give a card blank but for a hand written phone number much
time. "Will this number reach you?"
"Me or a colleague who can also help you." Ryusaki-san nodded firmly.
"Now that I've made you the offer, I should go. Until you say yes,
there's nothing more we can do."
I won't need to say yes. I won't.
He looked down at the card again. "Did Takatori kill my parents?" The
question came out before he could stop it.
Ryusaki-san had turned to go. Now she looked back at him. "Probably.
Not personally, of course, but probably." She continued toward the door.
"Wait! I have more questions."
Almost to the door, she stopped. "I can't answer them."
"At least give me a name for your organization. Arai-san will want to
know." That sounds stupid, but I'd
rather not lie to him.
"Tell him we're the Hanari Foundation. He won't find anyone who's heard
of it, but I doubt he'll look very hard." This time, she didn't even
turn back. "I'll give you the real name when you call that number." She
left the room.
Ran closed his eyes. I wonder what
her real name is? He tucked the card into his wallet, working by
feel alone. Takatori Reiji.
He ached. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He killed them. He tried to kill her. He
must have thought I was dead. Takatori Reiji. I've never really hated
before. It never felt like this.
He opened his eyes and took Aya's hand again. I still can't believe any of this
happened. I'm going to wake up, and it will all be gone. Why would
anybody kill my parents or hurt my sister? Why? He had no
answers. He wasn't sure he ever would have answers.
I hope the police at least find Aunt
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