Chapter 3
His phone rang loudly, jerking his mind firmly back to the present. He had zoned out again. There had been so many things to think about lately, none of which were pleasant. Too many things, too much confusion, too little real evidence for anything. Why did everything have to be so complex? Couldn't it be easy, just for once?
He grabbed his cell phone quickly, checked the number, and answered it immediately, feeling his heart rate increase. "Hai? Did you -?"
"Found Siberian." Was the curt reply. Nagi was never one for lengthy explanations; Mamoru would not have thanked him for one at the moment, either. Quick, percise facts was what he wanted now.
"Alive?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
Pause. "We'll have to get him out."
"Out?" Mamoru frowned at that, confused. "Out of where?"
"I am sending you the information. I suggest sending Rex to retrieve him. I explained everything. No leads on the others yet."
Mamoru started to respond, but Nagi had already hung up. Typical. He was too pleased at the moment to concern himself with his beloved's abruptness, however. Ken. They knew where Ken was and soon he would be back with them, safe and sound. Well, perhaps not exactly safe, per ce. He was an assassin after all, but, still, it was better than not knowing. At least he hadn't been killed. Yet.
He leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself. He knew Nagi could find them. Nagi was an extremely dedicated, talented individual. His lack of visible emotional responses was sometimes disturbing, but Mamoru had spent a lot of his life with Aya so he was at least used to that sort of behavior. Still, he had to get him to loosen up just a little bit, even if only for a moment or two. He was worse than Aya, which wasn't all that surprising, considering what Schuldig had -
Mamoru shuddered, shaking his head. He didn't want to recall the images Schuldig had shown him. Nagi was trying to put the past and those memories behind him and even though it wasn't working perfectly, it was at least a start. He wanted to help Nagi come to terms with his past as he had attempted to come to terms with his own past. Neither of them particularly wanted to talk about it, though, which made it rather difficult. He knew well enough that they were both extremely stubborn and it wasn't as if either of them could seek professional help, Nagi because he would be more than likely end up killing them in a panic as he had done before when he lost control, and Mamoru simply because of who he was. Takatori Mamoru did NOT want to appear in any tabloids any time soon as he had managed to keep out of them thus far.
Still, he was hoping that Nagi would begin to trust him even more and that he would confined in him. He was pretty sure that Nagi would do no such thing as long as he was functioning reasonably well, however. It would most likely take yet another breakdown before the younger man would crack enough to tell him the details. And no matter how traumatzing his words would be, Mamoru would have to be strong and supportive, which was always the hard part.
Just like in Germany (1) when -
Ken. The information.
He turned his attention back onto his computer, found the files Nagi had sent to him and quickly scanned the information, frowning at what he found within it. He snatched up his phone again, calling up a familiar number. "Rex?" he asked as the phone was answered.
"Yes, Persia? Is there - ?"
"I'm sending you something. I want you to bring him back."
There was a pause. Rex had no idea what he was talking about having not known about Nagi being sent out to search for the missing Weiss members. But, despite that she responded, "Yes, of course." Obedient as always.
"Be as quick as possible. Thank you, Rex." He hung up quickly and turned his gaze back onto the report Nagi had sent to him.
Ken. In the Tokyo Penitentiary.
He did not like the sound of that at all. Rex would get him, though. She would not fail him.
~~~~~~~~~~Rex frowned at the report in front of her that Persia had sent to her. It wasn't that she disliked the assissignment, it was simply that it was not what she had excepted, though she was uncertain what it was she had expected it to be. Of course Persia would have continued to look for his friends, even after everyone else had lost hope of their survival. She should have realized it.
Siberian, it seemed, was alive and locked up in a penitentiary, of all places. Now it was her duty to retrieve him as soon as possible. Which also meant she had to do it as quietly and efficently as possible, too. No traces, no leads, no evidence to follow. That was their way.
According to the report, Siberian had been spotted and recongnized by someone working for their last assigned target. Who it was that had recognized him was unknown, but they had captured him and immediately had him locked up; they had had to pull some strings to get him put away, which seemed somewhat ridiculous. Why should they have wanted to spare the life of an assassin? Apparently they had not wanted to simply have him killed. Did they have some future use for them that was unknown to them at the moment, or was their another reason for their generosity? Perhaps they would never know and maybe it didn't matter anyway.
Still, it made her wonder exactly why they had spared his life. And where exactly Abyssinian had been when all this had happened? Had they seperated to take on their target? Or had they had Abyssinian killed but not Siberian? That, however, did not make any sense to her. Abyssinian was not mentioned at all in the report, as if he had not been there at all.
Maybe they had had Abyssinian killed before. Or maybe someone else had already gotten to him, someone not affliated with the target at all.
Yet, if Siberian were still alive, then there was always the chance that Abyssinian was still out there somewhere, too.
Persia would only be happy after Siberian was returned and even then he would still fret and worry over Abyssinian. She could understand that; Abyssinian was very insightful and for all his coldness he was a very kind and gentle person. In a way, Abyssinian was like a fatherly figure to Persia, or perhaps more of an older brother. She desperately hoped that he was all right, if only for Persia's sake. Persia had enough to bear without his loss.
She stood quickly, deleting the report after committing the important parts to memory. It was time for her to do her duty and to pull some strings of her own.
~~~~~~~~~~(1) I know, I'm being evil again. Gomen. I have my own version of what happened in Germany (of course) and maybe I'll explain that later in this fic, or perhaps I'll explain it in another Weiss fic, one based around darling Nagi and Mamoru/Omi.
I love Nagi. He's so cute and... well, not EVIL, just misunderstood. But now, in my Weiss universe, he has Omi - er, Mamoru - er, Persia. ^^;; lol He's also as bad as Aragorn with all the different names! Lol I think I've been reading too many LOTR fics lately.
I just had to add these lyrics because it kind of characterizes this chapter. ^_^ That and I was listening to this song at the time.