→ imeeji: memory four
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irregularThis can't have been the plan: it must have been Omi they wanted. You'll never know for certain, but this has the feel of a fuck-up. And maybe you don't understand much English, but in any language a curse is a curse.
Fuck.
Well, fuck.
Guess that's what you get when you're an assassin, and you're trying to keep someone alive.
Maybe later you'll find out how it happened. Maybe, in the days and weeks and months to come, Omi will be able to fill in the blanks. Slowly, tentatively, as the wounds tonight has torn open scab over and heal: maybe then he'll actually let you all know how any of this happened and why, why, why. But on the other hand this is Omi; on the other hand, maybe he won't.
There's a lot of blanks, a whole lot about this that just doesn't make sense. You think back to what you do know, and it's not a lot: you know that Omi, somehow, is not Omi: he's Mamoru Takatori, younger son of Reiji Takatori. You know that Takatori senior is a shifty, overprivileged bastard and also the current Minister for Defense and Prime Minister-in-Waiting. You know that Omi being Mamoru means a Hell of a lot of other things you thought you knew were wrong, because Mamoru died when you were a kid yourself, and made you wonder if maybe everyone's dad sucked after all. You know that Ouka might be Omi's girlfriend now and she ties into it somewhere, and there's a lunatic German running around stirring shit up, and you know someone sent you a digitally altered photo meant to prove that Omi and his dad were totally besties, and told you they had proof, or more of it, and you spent the car ride to the rendezvous telling Youji exactly how you'd go about faking something like that.
You know that Omi went missing.
You know that someone convinced Omi that the rest of you - his team, emphasis his - were trying to kill Ouka.
It's late enough that a park is a good place to find trouble: a gaping, poorly-lit void that the sensible steer well clear of. Omi's there, of course he is, demanding to know what you all think you're doing. Ouka's there too, tied to a tree, and it's Omi of all people who stops you, and before you can sort any of this shit out Aya's waving his sword around and there's that goddamn German again, only this time he's bought a friend.
You, for your sins - you get to deal with the friend.
He's fast. He's strong. He's a stocky, pale bastard with cropped hair and a face like someone washed a knife in it, and a single mad yellow eye. You can barely touch the sonofabitch and even when you do he just keeps on coming. It's all you can do to keep the psychotic fuck at arm's length and there are gunshots and shouting and the sound of a struggle and you just have to keep moving, just keep moving but you're driven back and back and back--
Youji drives him off, breaks it up, and after that it's two on one and One-Eye doesn't like that quite so much, then Aya drives the German over to him and it's all as good as over. No, they don't favor these odds at all: this was supposed to be a fun little evening on the town and the last thing you were all supposed to be doing was ruining it all by going and getting organized. You have to trust that Omi's gone for Ouka. You've had no time to check up on him, never mind on the girl who should never have been here at all. But the party's breaking up, and that's the end of it. All that's left is to chase these two assholes off, and then everyone gets to go home. You can worry about what the fuck it all means later...
Except guys like this don't like losing.
Except they write another ending with a single bullet.
You think it was Omi they wanted. You think. You don't know how Ouka ties into things, but you don't think this can have been the plan. You'll never know for certain, but this has the feel of a fuck-up. They bail too fast, One-Eye and the German, and maybe you don't know much English but, in any language, a curse is a curse.
It's all over by the time you get there. You know a corpse when you see one and Ouka is dead weight in Omi's arms: her head tipped back, one hand hanging loose. You stop short, between Aya and Youji: you're a few meters shy of them, but you can't make yourself come any closer. Omi's horror, his pain, his grief - it's huge and raw and monstrous. It needs space, and it doesn't like to be touched. You're caught there, silent, unmoving, and you haven't got the first idea what you, what any of you are supposed to be doing now.
And you think of her, you think of Ouka as she was the day she first walked into the store, and you don't have a clue why she's here.
Ridiculously, it begins to rain.
Fuck.
Well, fuck.
Guess that's what you get when you're an assassin, and you're trying to keep someone alive.
Maybe later you'll find out how it happened. Maybe, in the days and weeks and months to come, Omi will be able to fill in the blanks. Slowly, tentatively, as the wounds tonight has torn open scab over and heal: maybe then he'll actually let you all know how any of this happened and why, why, why. But on the other hand this is Omi; on the other hand, maybe he won't.
There's a lot of blanks, a whole lot about this that just doesn't make sense. You think back to what you do know, and it's not a lot: you know that Omi, somehow, is not Omi: he's Mamoru Takatori, younger son of Reiji Takatori. You know that Takatori senior is a shifty, overprivileged bastard and also the current Minister for Defense and Prime Minister-in-Waiting. You know that Omi being Mamoru means a Hell of a lot of other things you thought you knew were wrong, because Mamoru died when you were a kid yourself, and made you wonder if maybe everyone's dad sucked after all. You know that Ouka might be Omi's girlfriend now and she ties into it somewhere, and there's a lunatic German running around stirring shit up, and you know someone sent you a digitally altered photo meant to prove that Omi and his dad were totally besties, and told you they had proof, or more of it, and you spent the car ride to the rendezvous telling Youji exactly how you'd go about faking something like that.
You know that Omi went missing.
You know that someone convinced Omi that the rest of you - his team, emphasis his - were trying to kill Ouka.
It's late enough that a park is a good place to find trouble: a gaping, poorly-lit void that the sensible steer well clear of. Omi's there, of course he is, demanding to know what you all think you're doing. Ouka's there too, tied to a tree, and it's Omi of all people who stops you, and before you can sort any of this shit out Aya's waving his sword around and there's that goddamn German again, only this time he's bought a friend.
You, for your sins - you get to deal with the friend.
He's fast. He's strong. He's a stocky, pale bastard with cropped hair and a face like someone washed a knife in it, and a single mad yellow eye. You can barely touch the sonofabitch and even when you do he just keeps on coming. It's all you can do to keep the psychotic fuck at arm's length and there are gunshots and shouting and the sound of a struggle and you just have to keep moving, just keep moving but you're driven back and back and back--
Youji drives him off, breaks it up, and after that it's two on one and One-Eye doesn't like that quite so much, then Aya drives the German over to him and it's all as good as over. No, they don't favor these odds at all: this was supposed to be a fun little evening on the town and the last thing you were all supposed to be doing was ruining it all by going and getting organized. You have to trust that Omi's gone for Ouka. You've had no time to check up on him, never mind on the girl who should never have been here at all. But the party's breaking up, and that's the end of it. All that's left is to chase these two assholes off, and then everyone gets to go home. You can worry about what the fuck it all means later...
Except guys like this don't like losing.
Except they write another ending with a single bullet.
You think it was Omi they wanted. You think. You don't know how Ouka ties into things, but you don't think this can have been the plan. You'll never know for certain, but this has the feel of a fuck-up. They bail too fast, One-Eye and the German, and maybe you don't know much English but, in any language, a curse is a curse.
It's all over by the time you get there. You know a corpse when you see one and Ouka is dead weight in Omi's arms: her head tipped back, one hand hanging loose. You stop short, between Aya and Youji: you're a few meters shy of them, but you can't make yourself come any closer. Omi's horror, his pain, his grief - it's huge and raw and monstrous. It needs space, and it doesn't like to be touched. You're caught there, silent, unmoving, and you haven't got the first idea what you, what any of you are supposed to be doing now.
And you think of her, you think of Ouka as she was the day she first walked into the store, and you don't have a clue why she's here.
Ridiculously, it begins to rain.
notes |
| ★ Whatever is going on in K's life, it's getting teenage girls killed. |
| ★ Whatever is going on in K's life, it's absolutely not supposed to get teenage girls killed. The idea that Weiss might actually have wanted to kill Ouka is one the rest of the group, K included, clearly consider to be absolutely unthinkable - and the only reason Omi believes it is because he's been well and truly mentally manipulated by Schuldig, a German telepath and the entire reason Ouka got tied to a tree in the first place. |
| ★ Killing Ouka doesn't seem to have been Schuldig's plan either - his interest is entirely in Omi. Might have helped if he'd not given the one-eyed man a gun. |
| ★ Omi's family background is... complicated. It's revealed fairly early on that his real name is Mamoru, and that series villain Reiji Takatori is his father. Ouka, meanwhile, is Reiji Takatori's illegitimate daughter and therefore his half-sister... making the burgeoning romantic attraction between them before either of them knew they were related Extremely Fucking Awkward in retrospect. (Because this is Weiss Kreuz, this later gets complicated even further when another ridiculous twist reveals that actually, they're cousins! because that's much better.) It's debatable if K ever really understands what was going on to get Ouka killed any more than he does here and honestly, can you fucking blame him? |
| ★ At no point do K or his teammates actively try to kill Schuldig or his companion Farfarello... though they could have done, and it might have simplified matters if they had done. Their intention is just to get them to let Ouka go and leave. There's clearly some kind of law of engagement going on here. |
| ★ In K's world, there are clearly way worse things to be than an assassin. |
