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	Yo, the High Priestess’ first Weiss fic. A few notes to begin with though. 
Genji is a fictional character found in the first known fiction book ever written in the
world, The Tale of Genji. His full name, Hikaru Genji, literally means ‘The Shining One’.
It’s also the name of an item ‘Genji Glove’ in the video game Final Fantasy 6. ^_^
Mizu’umi Koen is Lake Park. This is obviously shown by the fact that Genji sits on the
railing that surrounds of the small lakes. 
Kaoru Sata was made up for this fic. She does not exsist in the Weiss Kreuz series. 
Also, I’ve warped time a bit in this fic. Schrient and Schwarz don’t exsist. I use the
history of the manga mixed with the history of the anime, so if you don’t recognize
something, chances are its from the manga (or anime, depending on what you’ve seen.) In
the later section, Masanori, Takatori’s son, has been made up for the purpose of this fic.
Takatori’s real sons just wouldn’t cut it.
Also, please remember that everything Weiss is property of the WeiB Project and
Takehito Koyasu, so don’t sue me for writing this fic!!!
	I think that’s it. Enjoy, and mail any comments or suggestions to:
Kethyar@pro-usa.net


	The TV flashed on, the only light in the darkened room. It was the same as
always. A tall, broad shouldered man stood with his hands on his desk. Faint light came
in from the closed blinds. A glare reflected off the man’s glasses, but no other part of his
face was lighted.
	“White hunters, your mission is to join up with an accomplice. He goes by the
name Genji. Real name and appearance are not know. You should trap Genji and then
negotiate with him. He won’t talk to you otherwise. Genji works for a similar cause. It
would benefit you greatly to join up with him. White hunters of the dark, hunt the
tomorrow of these beasts!”
	The TV turned to static. The lights were flipped on by an attractive red-headed
woman. Her stylish clothes rustled gently as she walked to the center of the room. She
held a folder out to whoever would take it.
	“So how are we supposed to find him if we don’t know anything about him?”
asked a young blond boy. He wore shorts and a short sleeved shirt, sitting backwards in a
chair with his arms on the back rest.
	A tall attractive man pushed himself away from the wall. His shoulder length
wavy brown hair was pulled back and he gazed at the woman with sleepy green eyes over
a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses. His clothes were casual, and the neck of his button-up
shirt was left carelessly open. He took the folder from the woman and put his arm around
her shoulders. He shot a grin at her and opened the folder.
	“Well?” asked an impatient young man. “What’s it say?”  He sat on the steps, his
elbows resting on his knees.  He wore jeans and a black T-shirt, and strangely enough, an
orange sweatshirt tied around his waist. His brown hair was short, and his brown eyes
eager.
	“Hmm...” The tall man read the folder intently, pausing only when the woman
slipped away from him and disappeared up the steps. He flopped down onto the couch
next to the fourth member of their party.
	“Seems like out mythical friend Genji has a liking for Takatori’s.  Never makes a
hit on anyone else.”
	“Takatori, huh?” grunted the man next to him. Tall also, but with red hair and
slitted purple eyes. He wore all black, his shirt laced up in front. One long earring dangled
from his left ear. 
	“So if we attack Takatori, we’ll find Genji, right?” asked the boy from the steps.
	“Looks like it.” The man with the folder handed it to the blond kid. “Here you go,
boy. Find us a target.”
	The blond boy took the folder, grumbling something about the others not helping.
The others ignored him.

	Alarms clanged throughout the building. No one was inside the building except
darkly dressed sentries.
	Four figured made their way across the roof of the building. They reached the
door that would lead to the labyrinth below, but the guard was already dead.
	The blond boy bent down and took a pulse.
	“Is he dead, Omi?”
	“Yeah. He’s definitely dead, Ken,” the blond answered. “Looks like he was stuck
with something long and very sharp.”
	“Who did this?” Ken asked, glancing around.

	“Hello, boys. Having fun?”

	All four of them looked up. Seated above the door was a dark figure, crossed legs
hanging over the edge. A faint light gleamed off the metal shoulder guards and the two
crossed sai behind the person’s back.
	“Genji, I presume?” the red-headed man asked.
	The figure flipped gracefully off the door and landed in front of them. The four
boys reacted by instinctively going into defensive positions, weapons held at the ready.
The mysterious figure was dressed in all black, ninja style. A light weight chain mail vest
could be heard jingling after he landed. A black sash secured the two sai that stuck out
from behind him. A scarf was tied over his nose and mouth. The tails from the scarf
trailed down his back and mixed with his long brown hair.
	“Right you are.”
	The voice was muffled by the scarf, so the exact tone of voice could not be
determined.
	Omi stepped forward. “Genji, join us! We want your help!”
	The man with long hair sniffed as he adjusted his coat. “Do we?” he said, more to
himself. The red-head glanced over at his partner with sharp eyes.
	“Be quiet, Yoji,” he hissed. “You want to screw up our mission?”
	“Ahh... You must be the Weiss boys I’ve heard so much about. So, you need my
help? Hmm... 
	“I refuse to negotiate!”
	With a farewell wave, Genji bolted through them and down the steps that lay
behind the door.
	“Hmph. We can do without.”
	“Can we Aya? I think we need his help,” Omi objected. “Persia said so, and I
believe him.”
	“I agree with Aya. We don’t need that arrogant guy.”
	“Stop talking! Let’s go get him!” Ken cried.

	They made their way back to the roof after a thorough search of the building. 
	“No sign of a Takatori,” Aya complained.
	“You didn’t know that? My, you do need my help!”
	They looked to the door. Genji sat on top again, watching them with bright,
animal eyes.
	“How can we get you to help us?”  Ken asked.
	The skin around Genji’s eyes wrinkled with a smile. “Like Persia said, you’ll have
to capture me first. But since I don’t see that happening...”
	Genji once more flipped off the door and landed close to the edge of the roof.
	“Stop attacking the Takatori’s. They’re come to expect it,” Genji advised. “I’ll see
you around.” He walked closer to the edge and very casually hopped over.
	“Ah!” Omi cried, running to the edge. Twenty stories down to the street, and
Genji was not in sight.

	“Class, I’d like to introduce a new student. This is Kaoru Sata, and she’ll be in
this class from now on,” the teacher said.
	A shy girl stood in front of everyone. Large gray eyes were seen behind large
glasses. Her long hair was pulled severely back from her face. A slight flush on her
cheeks showed her discomfort.
	Omi’s trained eyes scanned her for a moment and then turned back to the math
homework he was furiously trying to complete. He had been too busy with the raid last
night to do homework.
	“First bell, study hall,” the teacher announced and then walked out.
	Omi sighed with relief and quickly finished up. He turned to his English, but a
group of people around the new girl distracted him.
	“So you’re from Osaka, right?”
	“Yes.”
	“Will you join any clubs?”
	“No.”
	The group looked at her with surprised expressions. “Why not?” a girl asked.
	“I...  I haven’t the time for things like that,” Kaoru replied softly.
	Omi looked at the girl curiously. He wondered what exactly kept her busy.
	Omi frowned to himself and tried to concentrate on his English homework again.
	“You have such a nice body. I’m sure you’d be good at gymnastics! Here, stand
up!”
	Kaoru stood up. Omi looked up at her. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Her
height and body shape seemed to match Genji’s. He certainly couldn’t rule out the
possibility of Genji being a girl. He’d have to keep his eyes on her.
	“Here!” a girl cried. “Come up here and do a flip!”
	Kaoru tried making her way to the front. Clumsy she proved to be as she tripped
over Omi’s school bag and fell on him. He dropped his English, stood and caught her
before she could hurt herself.
	Kaoru blushed terribly and scrambled away from him. She pushed her glasses
back up her nose as she mumbled “Sorry.”
	Omi smiled at her and was about to reply when the teacher came in. Everyone ran
for the seats, and class began.

	Yoji sat alone in the warehouse. Aya stood in the dark outside the door while Ken
and Omi were above in the rafters. Omi held the controls to a fast closing steel door that
would close off a section of the warehouse.
	Light footsteps carried  Genji into the circle of dim light that surrounded Yoji.
Yoji stood and faced him.
	“You called?” Genji asked. 
	Yoji took a closer look at his opponent. “I’d almost say you were a girl,” Yoji
remarked.
	Genji mimicked a curtsey. “I’ve been called graceful before.”
	“Our orders are to team up with you. Join us.”
	“Ahh...” Genji flitted around the room like a dancer. “Perhaps it is you who
should join me.”
	Genji sat himself on the vacant chair. “Why do you want me so much?”
	“Orders,” Yoji repeated.
	Omi pressed the button. Out of the walls, two steel doors rushed out and closed
tightly in the middle.  In the section Yoji and Genji were left in, there were no doors or
windows.
	Genji smacked a closed fist down into his palm. “Oh, I get it! You’re trying to
capture me!”
	Yoji turned and looked at Genji, a big sweatdrop appearing. “Uh, yeah... Yeah, we
are.”
	Genji’s eyes smiled. He stood and walked to the steel wall. 
	“I sure hope your friend will move in time,” Genji said, referring to Aya outside
the steel door. He put his hand on the wall and pushed.
	Creaking sounds filled the room as the wall appeared to teeter. With a groan, it
toppled outwards and fell with a boom, taking the front section of the warehouse with it.
	“I saw right through that one.  Always be prepared,” Genji said merrily. He
walked out of the new opening, waving. “Ta-ta!”
	Omi dropped out of the rafters and walked over to Yoji. “How’d he do that? That
steel door was heavy!”
	Ken found that the ropes holding the top of the steel door had been cut. Yoji
picked up a rock that had been under the door. He tossed it and caught it on its way down.
“Always be prepared,” he repeated.

	The boys watched in rapt amazement as the girls twirled and flipped on the large
mat. Omi sat against the fence, not really paying attention.
	A boy nudged Omi in the ribs. “Look at Yuki-chan! Just look at that body!”
	Omi sighed. “I sure hate gym class.”
	“Look!” The whisper ran through the group of boys. “Kaoru’s up!”
	Omi’s eyes lit up with interest as she appeared on the mat. The teacher told her the
order of gymnastic actions she had to perform for a grade. Kaoru nodded and started a
run. 
	Halfway between her run and the cartwheel she was planning on doing, she
tripped, fell, and broke her glasses. The boys, as expected, began to laugh. The girls
glared at them as they raced to Kaoru to find her relatively okay. A shard of glass had cut
her cheek, but she was fine other than that. 
	“Will someone take her to the nurse?” the teacher called.
	Omi stood quickly and raced over there. “I’ll take her!” he offered before anyone
else could. 
	The teacher nodded and handed him Kaoru’s broken glasses. Kaoru, her face in
her hands, came over to Omi and he led her inside. 
	“Are you all right?” he asked. She walked behind him, but he walked slowly so
that they could walk side by side.
	She nodded. “I’m okay,” she replied softly.
	Omi laughed nervously. “You need to be more careful in gym class.”
	“I don’t have any grace like the other girls,” she complained quietly.
	“Well, you have a lot of things the other girls don’t have, so you don’t necessarily
need grace,” Omi said awkwardly.
	Kaoru didn’t say anything else. Omi waited for her outside the girl’s locker room
while she changed back into her school uniform. When she emerged, she had wiped the
blood away from her cheek. Omi finally saw her whole face without the glasses.
	“Wow, Kaoru! You’re really pretty!” he remarked without thinking.
	Kaoru blushed, and so did Omi after he realized what he had said. They continued
their walk to the nurses office.
	“Maybe you should get contacts,” Omi suggested, looking down at the broken
glasses in his hand.
	“No,” she said softly. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
	Omi looked at her in surprise. “Why not?”
	Kaoru faltered. “Uh... I have my reasons,” she finally replied. He glanced at her,
and saw her eyes narrow with a glare. With a start, he thought for a moment that he
looked at the eyes of Genji. He had seen that same instant glare when Genji had seen the
steel wall close. 
	No, he thought to himself. She couldn’t possibly be Genji. She was so clumsy and
Genji had the grace of a dancer. They were so opposite, they couldn’t be the same person. 
	She looked at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
	He snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh? Ah, oh nothing!”
	“You were staring at me intently.”
	“Ahh, sorry! You kinda looked like someone else for a moment.”
	Her eyes flashed surprise, as if he had found a secret he hadn’t. “Someone?
Who?” she asked quickly.
	He laughed nervously. “No one you would know.” He decided to test her.
“Someone who goes only by the name Genji.”
	Her face became thoughtful. “Like the mythical character?  And why does he only
go by that name?”
	Omi shrugged, realizing that she didn’t know who he was. “Dunno. And it’s not
important. Ahh, here’s the nurse.”  He handed her her glasses. “Please don’t think too
badly of me,” he said, waved, and left.
	Kaoru looked at his back as he walked down the hall.  A confusing boy, she
thought. But someone who would understand.

	“Omi!”
	The blond boy turned as his name was called. To his surprise, Kaoru Sata walked
up to him. 
	“You live around here?” he asked.
	Behind them, the sun was setting, casting a reddish glow over the street they
walked. Kaoru smiled and nodded. Her broken glasses stuck out of her shirt pocket.
	“Mind if  I walk with you?” she asked.
	Omi smiled. “No. If we go the same way, maybe we should walk home together.”
	“We could.”
	The two walked in silence as they crossed several streets. Omi stopped at Koneko
no Sumi Ie.
	“This is where I stop.”
	Kaoru looked at the shop in interest. “You live here? Work?”
	Omi smiled. “I work here and live in the apartments behind.”
	“May  I come in?” Kaoru asked shyly.
	The two of them entered the shop. The three young men who worked the shop
turned at the sound of the bell and greeted the customers.
	“Ahh, it’s only Omi,” Yoji said in disappointment. “I thought it might be some
cute girls.” Kaoru walked from behind Omi and looked at the flowers. Yoji’s eyes lit up.
“Well, hello there!”
	Kaoru smiled over at him. “Hello,” she said in reply. 
	“Anything I can help you with?” Ken asked, coming over to Kaoru’s side.
	“Oh no. I’m just looking.  I should get home soon.”
	Yoji bumped Ken out of the way. “Your parents worry?” he asked.
	Kaoru smiled sadly. “I live by myself. My parents passed away when I was
younger.”
	Yoji looked at her in surprise. He then produced a lovely purple flower that was
tinged in pink. “I know it’s not much, but please forgive me for asking such a painful
question.”
	Kaoru took the blossom in delight. “It’s beautiful! And, oh, please don’t worry
about the question. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” She looked at the clock. “I’m sorry, but I
have to get going.” She walked to the door. “Thank you for the flower.” With a smile, she
turned and hurried out the door.
	Yoji watched her go, then turned to Omi. “Who’s that?”
	Omi set his school bag and coat behind the curtain that hid the hall that led to the
apartments. He put on his smock as he answered. “Kaoru Sata. She’s new at school.
Terribly clumsy though. Tripped in gym today and broke her glasses. Apparently she lives
around here, so we decided to walk home together.”
	Ken raised his eyebrows. “Ahh, Omi’s got a girlfriend!”
	Omi blushed. “It’s not like that! We don’t even know each other that well!”
	Yoji winked at Ken. “They probably shared a little kiss on the way to the nurses
office.” Yoji put his hands on Ken’s shoulders. “Oh dear, you’re hurt!” he said in a high
voice meant to mimic Omi’s. Yoji and  Ken leaned they’re faces towards each other.
	Omi ran between the two and pushed them apart. “Stop this!” he cried, his face
flaming red. Ken and Yoji both laughed at the boy’s discomfort, but immediately became
professional when a few customers walked in.
	When they left, Yoji turned to Omi and poked him. “We’re only kidding you, boy.
You’ve never even liked a girl before. This is a first.”
	Ken grinned. “Omi’ll turn into a little Casanova soon.”
	Aya walked by, moving a pot of flowers. “We shouldn’t encourage him to take
after Yoji.”
	Yoji nodded. “Yeah, he might start stealing my women!”
	Aya turned to Yoji and gave him a look. Yoji grinned back at him, and Aya could
only walk away shaking his head. 

	Aya sat on a bench in the subway tunnels. He was dressed in his usual assassin
coat, with buckles and straps galore. His katana rested on his lap, sheathed. Again, light
footsteps marked the arrival of Genji.
	Genji walked down the train tracks. When he reached the bench where Aya sat, he
jumped up onto the platform and sat next to Aya.
	“You ought to be more careful,” Aya remarked. “They might have a train running
one day.”
	“You rang?” Genji said carelessly.
	Aya looked at him sharply. “Why won’t you join us?”
	“I don’t work with bumbling fools.”
	Aya’s hand gripped his katana, but he didn’t unsheathe it. “Fools?” He glared over
at Genji. “You call us ‘fools’?”
	Genji stared coolly back at Aya. Aya, taken by surprise with the eye contact,
dropped his katana back on his lap. “Why do you go after the Takatori’s?” Aya asked
suddenly.
	Genji’s eyes narrowed and became distant with memories. “Takatori has to be
punished for what he’s done. I won’t let him get away with it!” Genji cried, standing up,
drawing one of his sai in the heat of his rage.
	Wires wrapped around Genji suddenly. His body couldn’t move anymore.  The
wires trapped him too tightly. Genji lowered his head, eyes closed. Omi and Ken
appeared from behind columns and approached the trapped figure. Yoji also sauntered up
to Genji, holding the ends of the wire wrapped around his fingers. 
	“We’ve won,” Yoji said triumphantly.
	A low sound startled the four boys. Slowly, Genji raised his head, laughing louder
and harder. “W-won? You think you’ve won?!” Genji glared over at Yoji. “You haven’t
won anything.” 
	The boys stared at him in surprise. While one of Genji’s hands was trapped in the
air, holding his sai, the other was close to his body. Reaching into his pocket, Genji
produced a small instrument. The head of the object looked like an ant’s jaws, ragged and
able to clench.
	Genji laughed. “Let’s see if these wires are metal like I think they are.” Genji
touched the ant’s mouth to a wire that was stretched tight near his body. Immediately, a
bolt of electricity was shot through all the wires. Both Genji and Yoji screamed in pain as
the electricity was poured into their bodies as well. Yoji dropped the wires in his hands,
thus loosening all the wires that held Genji.
	Genji took advantage of this by dropping the stun gun and flipping away. He
landed on the platform across from the one the boys stood on. As he landed, he stumbled
and lay face first on the ground for a moment, resting. 
	“Are you all right, Yoji?” Omi asked intently. Genji pulled himself up to look
behind him.
	His senses alerted him in time, and he rolled away just as a bugnuk crashed near
his head. Genji leapt to his feet and skittered away from Ken. As he ran, low and fast like
a samurai, he swerved to and fro to avoid the darts that Omi was throwing.
	At the end of the platform, a dark shadow turned to face him. Aya turned, his
katana now unsheathed and swung at Genji as he ran towards him. Leaping to avoid the
blade, Genji planted a foot squarely in Aya’s face, knocking the man over on his back.
Jumping off  Aya, Genji flew over to the next platform and disappeared in the darkness.
	Omi rushed up to Aya. “Aya, are you all right?” 
	Aya pushed himself up onto one elbow, the other hand over his face. All Omi
could see were raging purple eyes. Ken walked up to the two, with Yoji leaning heavily
on him. 
	“Got away, huh?” Yoji asked. He looked down at Aya. “He’ll pay,” he assured
Aya.
	Aya stood, looking into the darkness. “Oh, yes. He’ll pay.”
	Genji, who sat above them in the darkness, heard these threats, and shuddered.

	“Aya, what happened to your face?”
	Aya turned to look at Kaoru. His face wore his disgruntled expression, more so
that usual though. His face was bruised from where Genji’s foot had hit.
	Omi steered Kaoru away from Aya. “Ah, Yoji accidentally hit him in the face.”
	“With what?”
	“Ahh...”
	“It was a book,” Yoji said from the doorway. He walked out and the curtain fell
back into place, a long, narrow, dark hallway exposed for only a moment. “I threw it and
Aya happened to be in the way.” Yoji moved slowly to the counter, minor movements
seemed to cause him pain.
	“Yoji! You should still be in bed!” Omi cried, watching Yoji make his slow,
painful way to the counter.
	“I couldn’t rest any longer, knowing that cute girls would be down here.” Yoji
smiled at Kaoru. “And I was right.”
	“What happened to you?” Kaoru asked, leaning on the counter. Omi went off to
start cleaning the shop.
	“Bit of an electrical shock, is all. An appliance backfired on me and sent a ton of
electricity through me.  Defiantly not pleasant,” he explained.
	She looked at him with wide eyes. “No kidding. I hope you’re okay,” she said,
resting her hand on his.
	He looked at her in surprise. “Ahh... Yeah, I’m fine.” He grinned at her. 
	Kaoru looked at the clock. “Shoot, I’ve got to go.”
	Yoji followed her gaze to the clock. “Where to?”
	Kaoru lowered her eyes. “A job.”
	Yoji smiled. He gaze her shoulder a little push. “Then go, so you’re not late.”
	She smiled at him and walked to the door.
	“Kaoru!” She turned in time to catch a large purple flower edged with pink. He
winked at her. “Good luck.”
	She blushed and smiled. “Thanks!” she said before rushing out.
	Omi came back into the store, tying his smock. “Where’s Kaoru?”
	“Huh?” Yoji looked at Omi. “Oh, she left. Something about a job.”
	“Job? I didn’t know she worked.”

	In Tokyo, not far from Koneko no Sumi Ie, there was a construction yard. Steel
beams were piled high, some in neat piles, some sticking out at odd angles. It was on one
of these oddly angled beams that Yoji waited. The sun was setting behind him, casting a
red glow over his black coat.
	Small taps sounded near him and he turned his head. A black cloaked figure stood
next to him. He stood to tower over him.
	“You came,”  Yoji remarked.
	“I did,” Genji replied. Instead of his usual ninja wear, he wore a long, full black
cloak that rustled with the wind. Since they sat up so high on the beam, the wind almost
constantly blew at them.
	“I hate you for what you’ve done,” Yoji said, sitting down again, “but I can’t
shake this feeling that I know you.”
	Genji sat next to him. He didn’t reply.
	Yoji glanced at him sideways. “I also can’t shake the feeling that I’m not talking
to a man. You have to be female.”
	Genji looked at him, but again said nothing.
	Yoji winked at Genji. “I pick up on these things. I’m almost positive that you’re
female.”
	Genji’s eyes smiled. “I won’t confirm or reject that idea.”
	Genji was crouched facing Yoji. A sudden wind from behind Genji sent his cloak
to fluttering in Yoji’s direction. Something broke loose from under Genji’s cape and flew
towards Yoji. Thinking it a weapon, he snatched in the air for it, closing his eyes against
any pain.
	A small velvet soft touch caressed his cheek. He opened his eyes to see himself
holding a large purple flower that was edged in pink. His eyes were wide with surprise,
and he noticed that Genji was as surprised as he was. 
	Yoji touched the flower fondly. “A cattleya. My favorite.”
	Genji’s eyes smiled. “Mine too,” he agreed. 
	“Where did you get this?”
	Genji’s eyes became mischievous. “Koneko no Sumi Ie.”
	Yoji glanced at Genji and then smiled back. “I won’t try to capture you anymore. 
I think we’ve all realized that you’re too much for us.” Yoji rubbed his gloved hand, and
then pulled the glove off, showing Genji his black laced hand. The wires had bit deep into
his flesh. “Even I didn’t expect you to use a stun gun on those wires, especially when you
yourself were trapped in them.”
	“Desperate times, desperate measures,” Genji said philosophically. 
	“Maybe I’ll join you one day.”
	Yoji looked over at Genji in surprise. “Really? But we’ll never capture you.”
	Genji stood. The scent of cattleya surrounded the two black clothed assassins.
Yoji stood to tower over Genji again. He smiled down at him.
	“You’re a woman. And you’re someone I’ve met before.”
	Genji smiled up at him but didn’t say anything. He lifted his hand in farewell and
then jumped off the steel beam. Yoji watched as he hopped from beam to beam to reach
the ground and then race away.