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[Weiss Kreuz] I remember

Author: taurie_2020
Title: I remember
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Pairing
: Farfarello / Nagi Mamoru / Nagi
Raiting: PG13
Beta: indra_pavamana
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their authors, I enjoy just to torture them a bit '^ _-

Omi giving back asleep. Nagi
reached out a hand, a lock of dark hair rapt atttorno index, testing the strength and softness. In the dim light seemed dark as his, yet could not help remembering another hair, clear, like a silk robe.
sighed, knowing that sleep would not come: too many memories crowded his mind.
stood in silence, enjoying the gentle warmth of the wood under bare feet, walked toward the large window. The city was alive out there, if possible, even more than during the day.

still remembered when I first arrived with his companions, it seemed so new, it had seemed that the city will uphold as a lover with open arms. Thousands of roads to get lost, the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers all night. He remembered not having slept for days, lost in the extraordinary new sense of freedom.
closed his eyes to leave out the rest and remember the crazy and ambitious plan of Brad and how he had failed.
Brad was a precognitive, had drawn their way into the future, like a child with a stick, draw a line in the sand near the shoreline, and the arrival of the tide had erased.
For them, the tide was quell'insignificante girl who ran after the Head of Weiss, Ran-Aya, Sakura Tomoe her sister Aya-chan, the real Aya.
Brad Crawford had not considered the danger of that item never appeared in his vision, astral twin Aya, had not thought it would fuck up everything.
still remembered Brad's face before they separated, after the defeat, his eyes blank. Schu had taken away before they were to take it. Jei him and remained in Tokyo, they knew how to defend themselves and how to make a living, had had no major problems. Meanwhile, all was quiet by
Rosenkreuz.
The days passed slowly at first, then faster and faster, and Brad Schu were no longer a nagging memory, had stopped to tend to the ear to imagine, really, their step on the landing, or jump to the trill of mobile discrete, probably was resigned to the fact that they would never return. He had never asked Jei what he believed.
At night they spoke only of himself. By day we talked about work. Jei
remembered how he had stopped cutting his hair, a bit 'at the time had arrived first on his shoulders, then they went further.
He never ceased to surprise their color and softness. Or stroking them stay awake to watch the highlights that caught the light, even the most subtle, outside.

It had been almost two years after the departure of Brad Schu, and when they started to appear the first signs that someone was looking for. There were around unusual entries on people even stranger. Then one day while you wandered around the city saw someone who was not new, not take him long to recognize it. He was taller, stronger and certainly more elegant than when he had first met him: the young scion of a few distinguished family, who ran a comfortable pace to the car door held open by the driver.
Omi, or better Takatori Mamoru.
Nagi smiled and acted on impulse. It was a telekinetic, he could move, or break down and reassemble any article with the strength of mind and his body was not an object different from the others. So Omi saw him appear in front, smiling, out of nowhere. The guards were taken completely by surprise, but Omi had already stuck his hand in the elegant dark jacket, Nagi nodded smugly.
"Omi-san - he muttered - or should I say Mamoru-kun ...?".
Omi knew him just then.
"Nagi-san ...".
"Would you have time for me ... I want to talk."
Omi nodded and waved into the car.
Nagi sat on the soft padded seat of a luxury car, and took place in front of Omi. She watched him calmly admiring his features had become really interesting .
"So, Nagi-san, what should you say?".
Omi stared at him with an inscrutable smile.
Nagi's smile was confident and arrogant.
"Mamoru-kun, you need me ... for someone like me who watch as your shadow," licked her lips before continuing, undecided whether to play at cards, but he had always liked to take risks.
"Mamoru-kun, you know are coming, you need someone like me."
Omi stared silently always with that expression inscrutable, then spoke slowly.
"Nagi-san, I'd love to welcome you among us, because I believe that you'll be safer that way. I need you, as you than me. " Omi Nagi
fixed with respect: it was all over the heir to the Takatori family, and one day it would be a worthy leader.
bowed his head in assent.

He had to leave near the neighborhood where he lived, had preferred that they did not know exactly where he lived, or with whom. Omi was aware that he may not have extended his benevolence to Farfarello, and at Nagi was sure he would find a way to secure himself. Yet more
approached the building where they lived, the more he felt the nervousness squirm inside, something was wrong. He quickened his pace, he might have been conveyed, but something told him not to. The lift seems to put a life to go up. The doors opened, turned right and walked down the corridor to the end. The door was ajar. He closed his eyes and put his fingers on the smooth surface, preparing for the worst.
The apartment was completely upside down, furniture overturned, destroyed the computer, the HD and all removable media disappeared. Jei
also had disappeared, as well as his weapons and a few personal items. Nagi
bowed his head and wept, thinking not'll never see ... .

He felt something warm and soft that was wrapped around her shoulders.
"Nagi ... catch cold."
He turned toward the voice caring.
"Mamoru ... thanks."