Somewhere in the World
Author: Eternal SailorM (Angel-chan)
Archive: FanFiction.net, DarkMagick.net, and MediaMiner.org. Anyone else, ask first.
Series: Weiss kreuz
Notes: Okay, this one blindsided me while I was working out and I figured I'd better get this little burst of creativity out of my system quickly. Also, this is my first time working with just Wei? kreuz; bear with me please. Additionally, Katrina is my original character from Beloved Fate. omo!!
Warnings: Some spoilers for the first TV series. Haven't seen Gl?en yet, but probably nothing there. Shounen-ai. Don't kill me for being mean to characters. And maybe I shouldn't try to write sappy things with Gackt's "Vanilla" playing...

Somehow, body guarding just didn't seem as... fun as it used to. Where were the epic weekly battles of Good versus Evil? The tormenting of innocent bystanders? Innocent bystanders? Hell, tormenting of his own team mates had been just as fun - not to mention how much more fun it could be to mess with the enemy...

Or maybe it's just that singers don't get into quite as much trouble as old corrupt politicians, he corrected himself, dragging his thoughts back to his current job and glancing at the brunette on stage to make sure she was still breathing. And to make sure she didn't butcher The Song.

"Somewhere in the world ..."

She ruins this, I'll kill her myself, bodyguard or not, he thought darkly to himself. He wasn't getting paid quite well enough to leave her alive if she messed this up, especially not when there were so many more fun things he could be doing. Normally not much of a music lover himself (his tastes usually ran toward anything with a loud enough beat to drive his American leader to distraction), this was a... well... it was important.

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"Somewhere in the dark..."

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That's where it all started. In the dark, that is. Just another mission, just another miscellaneous face that was supposed to die. He grinned to himself; and it was past time for another fight with the kittens.

They've been kinda quiet for the last few weeks. It's been boring without them and their self-righteous thoughts exploding everywhere. It's almost like ambrosia, especially that one. Still... it's odd that they haven't been around in so long.

As if the thoughts had summoned them, four darts moving at an unusually fast speed appeared in his peripheral vision. They were annoying easy to dodge with his speed. All the same...

/The kittens are here to play,/ he sent to his team mates. Crawford didn't even blink; he'd probably anticipated this turn of events and had just decided not to share the information; or it could have had something to do with the fact that he was occupied with Balinese. Farfarello was very distracted in his current hurting God escapade, aka taking care of the death of their target; Siberian was headed his way. And Nagi...

/Is Bombay with them?/

...was thinking close along to the same lines he was. He grinned to himself before answering. /Alive and trying to kill me. Par for the course./ A tad bit of something approximating happiness seeped through the link before Nagi closed his mind off; the chibi was headed his way to match up against Bombay, his preferred opposition.

So that's Balinese, Siberian, and Bombay accounted for. So where's Abyssinian? He let his mind stretch out to cover the entire building; the other redhead just wasn't present. All the same, it wasn't like Weiss to go against them on less than a full team.

/Be on alert. Abyssinian isn't with the other kittens./ The next volley of darts stopped in midair, hung there a moment, then hit the ground with sharp pinking sounds: Prodigy had arrived to play with his kitten. /Nice, chibi. Now who am I supposed to play with?/

Nagi was ignoring him now of course, and he wandered off to, out of curiosity, see if the Farf had finished the job before Balinese found him. Or better yet, if Abyssinian was around.

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"I can hear the voice that calls my name..."

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His head hurt. No... "hurt" had to be the understatement of the century. It felt like every mind in Japan had suddenly started screaming into his.

"Schuldig?"

He tried to blink incredibly heavy eyelids; they didn't want to behave. Guess that answers where Abyssinian is. Where'd he learn a trick like that? Or better yet, when did he learn it?

"If you're awake now, could you kindly quit using me as a pillow?"

He tried to move and found the rest of his body to be as uncooperative as his eyes. At least his telepathy seemed to still be working to an extent. /I'd love to oblige you, Abyssinian, but I'm afraid that's a little impossible right now,/ he snapped into the other's mind.

A long-suffering sigh. "Well, could you at least watch the volume?"

/Why should I? Didn't you do... whatever this is to me? Fixed me where I can't get away, can barely use my powers?!/

"Not me," Abyssinian's deep baritone denied. "Omi..., you know, Bombay. Just one day he just came back from re-training with powers."

/Volunteering information?/

He felt the other assassin shrug slightly. "Who are you going to tell? You yourself said you can barely use your telepathy, and I can see how hard it would be for you even sit up."

/So you drew guard duty?/

Abyssinian snorted. "Hardly." Take a look around. See if you recognize where we are, whispered from his mind. He slipped inside the other man's mind and took a look around through his eyes. "Don't know it either?" He shook his head as much as he could. "So I'm not the only one. I had thought maybe this was Schwartz's doing, but I suppose not."

He was silent for a moment. /I wouldn't put something like this past Crawford, but I can't think of why he'd do this. Crawford doesn't do anything without a good reason or three./

"Like kidnapping my sister?" After Abyssinian snapped that, there was a long, tense silence. "Sorry... Now's not the time for that."

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"Might be a memory..."

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"It's all right," he croaked out softly. Finally his eyes obeyed his will and opened. Everything was a bit fuzzy, but he could make out a red blur above him that had to be Abyssinian. "How long have I been out of it?"

"A few hours, I think. That's how long you've been here at least."

Experimentally, he tried to sit again, this time making it far enough to lean against the other man's shoulder. "No idea where 'here' is?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't still be here," Abyssinian bit out. "And call me something besides 'Abyssinian'." He must have looked as surprised as he felt; the next time Abyssinian - Fujimiya spoke, his voice was softer. "I don't guess you noticed it, but you're still sending me everything you think."

He frowned and set his concentration to repairing his shields, wincing to himself as he noticed how closely they resembled Swiss cheese. The littlest kitten learned a very useful trick. Damn. Guess that means I'll have to kill him... later, when I get out of this.

"No offence, but you look like hell," interrupted his thoughts. "Get some more sleep." Before he could make even a single sarcastic remark, Fujimiya followed that up with, "We'll stand a better chance of getting out of here with both of us at full strength."

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"Might be my future..."

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He was sleeping like the dead when his pillow shifted and woke him up. Out of habit, he started to reach out and punch it back where it was supposed to be. When his arm felt too heavy to do that small task, he awakened the rest of the way.

Blinking sharply, he took in the details of the small cell they were in beyond what he'd gotten earlier: barely big enough for the two of them to sit side by side for width and probably not long enough for him to stretch out if he was so inclined for length. More a closet with bars than a holding room, really.

His pillow, aka Abyssinian - Fujimiya, - was leaning at an odd angle against the stone wall. Now that he looked, the other man was paler than usual, if it was possible, and his breathing seemed a bit too shallow for normal. Just don't let him wake up and decide I'm trying to grope him, he thought to himself, amused enough at his own line of thought to chuckle to himself before reaching over to run a hand over the other man's assassin gear. The pleased look vanished as his hand returned covered in a sticky wetness, blood.

Fingers fumbling from the cell's cold, he figured and worked until he got the jacket open. Nice... Only about half those buckles have actual purposes, he thought sourly to himself before actually taking a good look at his companion's injury. Almost definitely a gunshot (Unless Bombay has designed a new kind of dart for full penetration, his mind argued briefly) going completely through his right side, packed with a material that had definitely once been black. Someone was going for a slow, painful kill, shooting him like that then leaving him here, where if the blood loss doesn't get him, the cold will. Even we wouldn't do something like this.

Apparently all his poking and prodding finally stirred Abyssinian. Exhausted and pained violet eyes slit open slowly and stared at him without focusing.

"Trying to suicide by default, Fujimiya?"

Abruptly, the other man stiffened, one hand covering the wound and the field dressing he'd obviously made from his own shirt to cover it that had long since become blood-matted, pulling his jacket back around himself. "What do you care, Schwartz?"

He frowned. What do I care anyway? "Like you said, it'll be easier to escape with two people in good condition," he stated blandly.

"Of course."

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"Might be a love, waiting for me..."

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"So what's the deal? We're in here till we get bored and kill each other or something?" he complained miserably.

Fujimiya rolled his eyes expressively. "Or until we starve to death or die of dehydration, yeah, I suppose that's the plan."

"Or until you decide to bleed to death, I suppose as well, right?"

He was glad he couldn't see Fujimiya's face as he answered softly, "There is that too..."

The cell became annoyingly silent after that remark for several long moments. "Oi, Fujimiya," he prompted, tapping the other's leg with his foot, "you still alive over there?"

"You're worse than Yoji. Why does there always have to be noise?"

"I don't know what Balinese's excuse is, but if you're talking, I know you're alive."

He nodded listlessly. "So what do you want to talk about?"

He shrugged. "Hell if I know. Tell me about your sister."

"Aya-chan? She finished high school this year; her and Sakura-chan are going to France to college soon. That's why..." His voice trailed off.

"Why what?" he prompted, bumping his shoulder lightly against the other man's uninjured one.

"Why I was going to leave Weiss." Deep voices weren't meant for mumbling; no matter how quietly Fujimiya had meant to say that, it still came out loud and clear; or maybe it had something to how light-headed he must be feeling from blood loss by now. "I was going to go to France with Aya-chan, keep her safe. Keep Sakura-chan out of trouble."

And instead I'm going to die in some cell with one of my enemies, whispered in his mind. Fujimiya must have really been out of it, he decided, if he wasn't shielding anymore.

"Could be worse." One violet eye looked up at him disbelievingly. "Could be Farfarello."

This time the snort from his companion sounded rather amused; it could almost be mistaken for a short laugh. "That's true. I suppose it could be worse."

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"Rock me gently..."

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"So you're going to leave Weiss, eh?" he mused aloud. The other redhead nodded. "Then what? France?"

"That was the plan."

He didn't even need to read his thoughts now to tell where they were going. "Whoever said we're dying? I don't know about you, but I don't intend on dying in this rat-trap." He shrugged lightly. "Just as easy to drag you with me as leave you here. After I find out who's behind this little trick and show them a new level of hell."

/Just means you can't die till then, Fujimiya./

"Whatever."

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"Hold me tenderly..."

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"Whatever." Abyssinian's voice sounded resigned, and it took every ounce of discipline - what little he possessed - not to punch him the rest of the way into stupidity. Or maybe... maybe he was just exhausted.

Just how long was he here before they brought me here? flitted through his mind. Automatically his eyes went back to the makeshift, blood-drenched bandage. How much blood has he lost?

"Fujimiya?" Silence. "Yo, Fujimiya? Abyssinian?" /Abyssinian?/ None too gently, he poked the younger man, frowning hardening while he barely responded. Insistently, he pulled him until he was almost in his lap, wrapping them both in the other redhead's trench coat, and tried again. /Fujimiya?/

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"'Til the morning breaks, night fades away..."

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"Yeah?" he whispered softly.

/You're going into shock. Keep talking./

"About what?"

"What happened? How'd you get here?"

A shrug. "Got shot."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "How'd you get shot then? Not like anyone of our calibre to get taken down easily."

Another shrug. "I told Ma - our contact that I was retiring to take care of Aya-chan. She wasn't happy. We were still arguing about it when the rest of Weiss got back. Ken's birthday, they took him out to eat," he added as an aside.

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"I've spent my time in vain..."

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"What happened?" He listened to the other man speak softly while stretching out his mind to see what or who else was in the area.

"Omi was less happy than Manx. Got all offended, started ranting about how wrong it would be for me to leave Weiss. No one was happy with my decision really, but Omi was the one who got angry. Manx told him to forget it and gave us the mission. I had just set foot in the warehouse when I realized there was someone behind me. I started to turn towards them, and I guess that's what stopped them from getting a kill shot in. Still, he shot me in the back and I didn't even see his face."

He's pouting. How... cute. He's pouting because someone got the better of him. He's so out of it...

"Then?" Only one mind here besides the two of us, and it'd be easier to read the Farf's... Just what the hell is going on here?!

"Then I woke up here, did the best field dressing I could on this," he gestured weakly at his stomach, "and a few hours later, someone threw you in."

"Think one of your team is trying to do you in then?"

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"Trapped inside pain..."

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"None of us use guns. That's part of why I thought it might be Schwartz."

"Of course." Silence fell for a moment. "Fujimiya?"

"Hmm?"

"Keep talking."

"I haven't talked this much as it is in years."

"Well, if you stop talking, you're going to go into shock." He frowned. "Tell me more about Aya-chan." And maybe this'll be a topic he can't shut up on.

"She's going to go to college in France. Oh wait, I already told you that. She's going to study Criminal Justice. Sakura-chan's going to be studying... sociology, I think; I don't really remember. They wanted to go to school in America, but Sakura's parents said no and I don't want Aya-chan in America anyways." He shrugged lightly. "Just doesn't seem safe. Crawford's from America, after all."

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"Don't let me down..."

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"What are you going to do once you get to France?"

"I don't know. I was thinking I might try university myself. Don't know what I'd study, but it'd be something to do. Or I could always get a job at a flower shop. I know a lot about that after all."

"I suppose so."

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"Help me see the light..."

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Abyssinian's head started drifting down to rest of his shoulder. He was just about to wake him up again when a faint scraping sound outside alerted his senses that something - or someone - was moving around on the outside of their cell. Apparently Fujimiya heard it also; he straightened, taking most of his weight from off him, hand reaching for a weapon that wasn't there.

The room on the other side of the bars flooded with a brilliant, blinding light, and he squinted his eyes against it; he'd gotten used to the dim light in the cell already.

"How are you enjoying your stay here?" a familiar voice asked too friendly.

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"Feeling..."

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"Omi," Fujimiya breathed.

"Bombay," he stated much more clearly, rising to his feet.

Struggling to rise also, Abyssinian continued, "What do you think you're doing, Omi?"

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"Feeling bitter, twisted all along..."

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"It's like I've always said, Aya-kun: I can never forgive the bad ones," Bombay stated so sweetly. "Just like with General Powell, leaving Weiss makes you a traitor and one of the bad ones." The smile never faltered on his face as his eyes turned briefly from Fujimiya to him. "And we always knew how bad Schuldig was, especially with Ouka."

"You know you're going to have to explain this to the rest of Weiss, don't you?" Abyssinian jumped it.

He's buying time. What for? Not like we can expect a rescue. Mentally, he shrugged. Might as well take advantage of Bombay being distracted, slight that it is.

"Already have that planned out. You and Schuldig killed each other. Horribly tragic; I arrived too late to save you from Schwartz."

Abyssinian's face darkened. "And what about Aya-chan?"

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"Wading through an empty life too long..."

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Bombay faltered briefly, then the grin reappeared. "Weiss will take care of her."

Fujimiya's eyes turned to ice. "If you so much as lay a hand on my little sister, Bombay, you won't live to regret it."

"Mou, Aya-kun! She wouldn't even know what hit her and nice job with the distraction, Fujimiya."

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"I close my eyes..."

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The redhead blinked sharply at the sudden change of attitude, not to mention speech patterns and glazed eyes, and apparently came to his own decision. "Your doing, Schuldig?"

He smirked faintly. "Do you know any other telepaths, idiot? But since this isn't as easy as it looks, let's get this over with quickly."

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"Listen to the wind..."

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His gait a faint shuffle, Omi moved over to the gate and unlocked it before stepping to the side and letting them past, hanging there like a discarded puppet. He stepped past the young man and crossed the room before looking back to check on the status of the other redhead. Fujimiya had started walking forward, one hand still clutching his side and his face set to a careful blank that said a lot about how much he must be hurting. He reached the edge of the cage door, holding onto it for balance, and got two or three steps beyond it before his legs gave out and his body bonelessly went to the ground.

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"Longing to belong to a higher place..."

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Even with his speed, Fujimiya still hit the stone floor before he could reach him. Once he got there, though, he picked up him up as he weighed as little as his sister. Two fingers probed around his neck for a long moment before he found a thready pulse. He's not going to last much longer...

"Get him out of here."

He whirled to face the voice's owner. Nagi stared down at him, his eyes as implacable as ever. He couldn't keep the frown off his face. /How'd you sneak up on me?/

"I hid my mental presence behind Bombay's. It's easy enough to do, since he's pretty much already two people. Does it matter? Abyssinian needs a doctor, or he won't last another hour. I'll take care of Bombay."

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"Let me hear your voice..."

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Shifting the unconscious man in his arms slightly, he stood to go. "You'll be all right?" slipped out without him meaning to say them aloud.

"Of course. Neither Omi nor Bombay would willingly hurt me. Get out of here, Schuldig."

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"Let me be with you..."

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Once more to kill the time, he went over the story. He accidently shot himself and didn't have a way to get to a hospital. I'm surprised they bought that. Don't know which is stranger that they believed: that or me as his brother. He snorted softly. They probably just took one look at the hair and let it go at that.

"Fujimiya-san?" He looked up at the young woman in scrubs that had been white several hours ago. "The surgery just finished. We have..."

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"When the shadow falls down upon me..."

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He shook himself back to the present. After all, no one had the power to change what happened. So really, there was no point dwelling in the past; it was long dead and buried.

Just like Abyssinian.

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"Like a bird singing..."

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He turned his attention back to the stage. The brunette was still singing, and it was still The Song. He smirked to himself; and he'd thought that reminiscing was supposed to take a lot of time.

The smirk slid into a frown as he studied her critically. Katrina was still new on the music scene, but she was fairly decent nonetheless. But he still wasn't about to trust her not to screw this up.

And he couldn't decide whether or not he was pleased that she'd chosen her stage outfit to be mostly white for this song.

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"Like a breeze blowing..."

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"Hey, Schu," a soft voice broke through his thoughts.

He didn't even have to look to know who it was. "Long time, no see, Nagi." He finally looked, practice allowing him to keep the scowl off his face at the sight of Nagi's as always constant companion, his kitten, as he'd once put it. "What brings you two here?"

"Wanted to see what you were up to these days."

He nodded towards the stage. "Still babysitting idiots who can't take care of themselves."

"She know you call her an idiot behind her back?"

"I call her an idiot to her face too. Behind her back doesn't matter."

"She has a nice voice," Bombay noted softly.

"She's decent."

"The song sounds familiar," Nagi commented, glancing up at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Butt out, chibi. It's none of your business."

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"It's calling me..."

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"Don't pick on Nagi-kun, Schu-kun!" a feminine voice pouted. He had all of half a second to brace himself before he found a figure hanging off him. "It's mean!" Aya continued. Somewhere out of his line of vision, he heard Sakura giggling like this was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.

"It's not supposed to be nice," he retorted, pushing her off him. Again. It felt like the hundredth time that day alone.

"Aniki!" she called over his shoulder, an almost adorable pout on her face. "Schu-kun's being mean to me and Nagi-kun again!"

"Get back to your seats, brats," he snapped. Sending his best death glare at Nagi and Bombay, he continued, "That includes you two brats as well."

All four of them beat a hasty retreat (he faintly picked up some soft thoughts about redheads and tempers that he chose to ignore), and the only sounds he could hear were the ones coming from the woman on stage.

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"Somewhere in the world..."

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Warm arms slipped around his waist, and a head came to rest on his back. Now this was a distraction he could welcome. But not too openly. "Where've you been? Your sister and Sakura have been-"

"You know you like them" cut him off.

"Who's the telepath here?"

"As you're so fond of reminding me," the other man stepped around to face him, "you are." Fujimiya Ran mock-glared at him. Two years and ungodly amounts of expensive physical therapy later, he seemed to be back to his former physique, but did it really matter?

"Glad you remember your place, Fujimiya."

He didn't even spare the stage a second's glance before sealing his lips over the other man's. Did it really matter? Did anything else besides the two of them matter anyway?

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"Somewhere in the world..."

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::Owari::


13 January 2002

Yay!! First finished of 2002! Hope everyone enjoyed!

This is going to sound strange, since this is technically a songfic, but there is a soundtract to this fic, including:
Garbage: "Shut Your Mouth", "Androgyny", "Till the Day I Die", "Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)", and "Parade"
Two-Mix: "White Reflection"
S.E.S.: "Dreams Come True - English Remix"
T.M. Revolution: "Heart of Sword"
Gackt: "To Feel the Fire" and "Vanilla"

Thanks to Nuriko and Trowa of BoreasStar, I-san, Jade Nova-chan, and Kitsune-chan for prereading this little piece of my mind. The song is called "Somewhere". It's the closing on the final episode of The Slayers. It's slow, sad, and completely beautiful - and completely in English! Give it a listen sometime!

And if from the song line "I close my eyes" seems weird, I was writing in the very early morning hours. Usually my best working hours, but for some reason, not today.

Again, hope you enjoyed. See you in the next fic!

Eternal SailorM (Angel-chan, Angel Shuichi, Shuichi)
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