Chapter: ~ The past is catching up with you faster than you think! ~

So one more between FF from me ... but is not finished yet and that can take a while, because at the moment I'm still writing three others ... * cry * ^^ Well anyway ... maybe you like it ... I have to first maybe say that I don't know very much about Weiß Kreuz ... I've only seen a few episodes, read through FF's and made sense of a few manga magazines. :) <br />
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"No Aya, please stay with me! Please !!", the six year old girl cried after the 4 year old girl. He shouldn't leave her alone! Not now that she had lost her family and her home. Did her best friend have to go now too? She didn't want to be alone anymore… not anymore… Two strong arms roughly grabbed her and the little girl was thrown into a car with tears, no consideration for this delicate creature. You were on the road for a long time ... She no longer knew how many minutes, hours or days it was.But then, when the time came, she suffered countless agony, pain and the greatest was the fear and fear that she had felt. Hard training began. <br />
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"Aya, come on now, the flowers still have to be tied!" Ken asked the white leader. It was like any other day. Ken, Omi, Yohji and Aya worked in the little flower shop that had been rife with customers. Most of all, however, young women and girls came there to see the sweet flower sellers or even to talk to them. Aya, in a bad mood as always, just gave a growl and went on with his work. Then in the evening Manx appeared. The new job required the utmost concentration; no one could afford to make a single mistake. They could only hope they didn't run into black. Weiss was supposed to get rid of the boss of a large organization and make his headquarters disappear. In other words, destroy every piece of evidence.They had agreed that Omi should go in through the terrace, Ken through the kitchen, Yohji through the garden and Aya through the roof. Heavily armed guards were everywhere on the roof. Aya had great difficulty getting into the building without causing a stir. He made it after half an hour. He was informed via his beeper that Yohji had to withdraw because he had been badly wounded in the leg. Meanwhile, Ken rummaged through the first floor to Shing Yang. Omi had to deal with a few guards, but made it and combed the 2nd floor. Aya crept down the dark corridor. Strangely enough, the alarm has not yet been triggered. "Something's wrong here," he thought. Suddenly he heard a hissing sound, and reflexively he jumped to the side. Something has just been activated. Just what? He sharpened all of his senses and focused on the slightest sound. There! Yet again. A silver blade emerged from the darkness, slashed a huge tear in Aya's jacket at lightning speed and disappeared again. > Damn it.Who is this?! <He dodged another attack, only with an effort. It was getting lighter and Aya had to squint because he had been blinded. An amused laugh rang out and a person pulled away from the wall. She was dressed in a black suit. "What? A woman?" He asked incredulously. <br />
"Get hold of sweetie", she replied coldly. "What do you bastards want here anyway? Well, I can already guess ... But you're too late. My master traveled to Germany a few hours ago. With the 12 hostages. They should be lying dead somewhere by now. But what does that interest me? Come on, let's test who is the better of us. "Fighting, she held her dagger in front of his nose. Aya only raised an eyebrow, but took up position nonetheless. He stormed towards her with an expressionless face, knocked the dagger out of her hand before she could react and pressed his katana to her throat. "What…?How…? ", the woman was visibly confused. Without batting an eyelid, the young man struck and thus extinguished another life. He beeped at the other assassin, indicating that Shing Yang had disappeared. <br />
The four sat tired on the couch. Yohji had already treated his leg. "Tz. Why did I have to stumble and fall on that iron edge?" He growled angrily. Then the others just looked at him blankly. "I'll go then.", Omi said goodbye and went into his room. Ken, Yohji and Aya followed suit and left. After Aya showered and came into his room wearing only a towel, he let out a sigh and sat on the windowsill. Without emotion he looked into the night covered with dark clouds. After a few minutes, however, he left his seat and went to bed. <br />
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A noise that grew louder and louder woke him. Angry at the interference, he stomped downstairs.There, Yohji and Omi fought over the last schnitzel that weirdly had for breakfast. "What's going on here?" He thundered and made the others flinch. "Um ... yes ... well ...", Granny, who had turned red in the meantime, stuttered and looked to Yohji for help, who only grinned. "Sorry," mumbled the youngest and went into the shop to put the flowers out. Aya went back to his room and dressed properly. Then he helped Omi and Ken, who had come on board. Yohji was off today and was probably having a good time with some women. Her `fans´ were already storming into the shop and wanted to buy something. Suddenly Ken stopped his work and looked at the door. There was a very attractive young woman standing there looking around. Aya noticed her now and an unfamiliar, somehow familiar feeling spread through him. Determined, she went to Omi and asked for a bouquet of white roses. Her voice sounded without any vibration.Simply toneless and somehow lifeless. Omi hurried up and asked if he should wrap her up. She said no, paid and left the shop. Omi and Ken stared after her and could only go back to their work after Aya had dominated them. So this day passed and only irrelevant things happened. Manx didn't come this time and Aya disappeared from the house, which wasn't unusual because he usually went for a night walk when they were free. Aya stood on the beach and looked out at the raging sea. He hung on to his thoughts and this morning's customer also appeared in it. There was something about her that made Aya think. Her big cats-like, smooth movements, actually only takes place through years of training. Who is she? Aya asked herself this question over and over again. He didn't return home until around 5 a.m. Thank goodness it was Sunday today and the shop is closed. Omi and Yohji wanted to go to the swimming pool and Ken practiced soccer with his small group of children like every Sunday.And Aya? Well he was still in bed and relaxed. His muscles ached and his head pounded. He could already imagine who he had to blame for this headache. ~ Oh come on Aya-kun they're not that bad today ~>… .. <~ Hey! Don't always block your thoughts! It's boring! Tse I'm leaving again! ~ Aya turned to the side in annoyance. He hated it immensely when Schuldig always bugged him. But he had learned to completely ignore the Germans, which in turn made them mad. Sadly, he got up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. There he stood under the shower and did everything else he had to do in the bathroom. Shaving, brushing teeth, etc. Yawning, he shuffles down the stairs and makes himself eggs with fried bacon. Coffee has already been put on. Aya grabbed the newspaper and read through the sporting goods. Suddenly a certain image caught his eye. There in the middle of the page, pictured a young woman jumping elegantly on the ice.> But that's not ...? <Exactly this woman in the picture was the one Aya racked her mind about. 'That can't be true ...' He put the newspaper down, got up and left the house. The article also stated when and where this woman, Aya still didn't know the name, trained. The ice rink was very close, so he didn't have to run for ten minutes. He was also one of the few who watched the training. Nobody was on the ice yet. Aya sat down in the back row of the grandstand. After a few minutes, slow music played from the large loudspeakers and an elf-like young woman stepped onto the ice surface. She did a few laps to warm up. Then she did a few double jumps and pirouettes. So it went on for 2 hours, during which Aya followed everything closely. On the ice, too, she moved with a tremendous elegance that you wouldn't trust anyone. A few beads of sweat ran down her forehead as she left the area again.Aya followed her, intending not to be seen, to a changing room. After ten minutes the door opened and she stepped out. She immediately saw Aya, who was leaning against a wall a little further away. "What do you want?" She asked coolly. "Some information.", He answered just like her. "You don't need any information, or do you want to know why I bought flowers?", She laughed softly and continued on her way. Aya said harshly: "I think that interests me when someone like her has been through years of hard training!" no reaction on her part, but she says indifferently: "Did you break out somewhere or what?" So she disappeared and left a more than sour Aya behind. > This bitch ... I could ... <~ Well, who is going to be? ~ asked a familiar voice. > Get out of the guilty way, now I have no nerve to listen to your absolutely sick talk. <Schuldig laughed humorlessly. Aya made his way back again and won a mental argument with his enemy.<br />
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Omi and Yohji weren't there yet. Ken, meanwhile, was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cold can of Sprite. When he saw Aya he asked: "Ah, Aya where have you been?" Annoyed, he looked at him. "It's none of your business" Shrugging his shoulders, the footballer went into the living room and sat down on the couch. There he started to read a few magazines that were on the small table. <br />
At the top, Aya took off her shorts and T-shirt and first opened the window. Cold air immediately rushed into the room and banished the stuffy smell outside. Aya sat down at the computer and gathered data on this woman. Now he was sure that she wasn't just a figure skater. He found her name quickly. Tomoe Kamasaki. 18 years old, 13 years of confu, karate and other martial arts.