By
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
Warnings:Rape in the last chapter, incest(Not Aya/Ran), Yaoi, lime
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them so don't sue me.
Genres: Action/Adventure, Romance, Drama, Anguish
Pairings: Yohji x Aya, implied Ken x Aya-chan, Omi x Nagi

~^~ 5 Minutes Later ~^~

Yohji walked away from the battlefield, needing to smoke really bad. It wasn't that he was surprised to see their new customer at the battle. He was more shocked that he fought just like Ran. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the grace he had. It was all an imitation of Ran's. Even with the saber in hand, Yohji couldn't help but think what this assassin do if he had a katana instead. Would he fight with the same style or will it be his own?

Before she groped him, Aya stated that he was Ran. That he had to be, no one would be able to use that style outside her family. It was truly shocking when the man phased out of her arms and teleported away. Aya tried to go after him but Ken didn't let her.

Sighing he pulled out a small frame, inside was Asuka and Ran. It was two different pictures; Asuka's seemed so much older than Ran's. Yohji traced Ran's face but as he reached the redhead's neck, the picture seemed to dim and fade. He removed his hand and watched as the assassin slowly disappeared leaving only Asuka in the frame.

"Why now, why fade," hissed Yohji, "You told me in my dream that I was just going to forget you but I didn't and now my picture of you fades from my touch. I will always remember you, Ran. Always."

"Who you talking to Yohji," asked Setsuna.

"Myself," he snapped, "Do I have to tell you everything.

They stood silent before Setsuna asked a question from out of the blue, "Do you love me, Yohji? Truly?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Just answer the question, playboy," replied Setsuna.

"No, not as I thought I did."

"I thought so."

"Why did you ask?"

"You're in love with Abyssinian aren't you? Why didn't you choose him at the time?"

"How did you know about that?"

"He told me before he died. Even I doubt that was a heart attack."

"You doubt he had a heart attack. Does that mean he is alive," asked Omi as he and the others came toward him.

"Yes, mages don't have heart attacks its very rare and he, I believe, is the strongest Mage I came across. I think he was murdered by the Occult seeing that they don't want him here."

"No, he is not dead. Every once in a while I feel his presence, especially in the shop the other day. It is the same aura besides, that color of hair was Ran's during the time our father was training us. We Crimson have two hair colors, crimson and the other of our choice. When we truly show our power it is the other color but if we use that power to its full extent it's crimson. See the pattern. Ran however managed to make a glamour spell so he could use both of the colors regardless of usage of power. That man who you have seen is Ran."

"Perhaps we could make him reveal himself," exclaimed Ken.

"I don't think so. I know Ran and he doesn't want to be found, just not yet."

'Perhaps that is why you are fading from my memory, my orchid.'

~^~ 5 Hours ~^~

For the second time that day he stumbled, he left the site about five hours ago but he was still weak, still powerless as the power in his veins ate at his flesh and spirit. He slowly walked into his small apartment, not for from the flower shop. It was in a secluded area facing the east. Once inside he headed toward the shower and winced as he saw the wounds that came from the garrote.

He hated them; they reminded him of Yohji. Fiercely he shook his head. He mustn't think of them. Surely he couldn't have give them more evidence that he gave them today but would they believe the truth behind the ploy? That Persia didn't fire a bullet but a tranquilizer at his neck. That the ploy was to lead the Occult into the wrong direction, to think him dead so he could surprise them. However that was not the conclusion, they knew he was alive, they knew who were his allies, they just didn't know who he was, yet. Now they do.

He thought to go back to Weiss, it was always great to have allies but could he? Will they forgive him for his actions? Will they accept the truth that he was dying anyway? 'No they will not,' he thought. He played them for fools. He couldn't go back. It was impossible that he would, he could face them.

Suddenly he turned his head toward the door and said come in as he opened it. Outside was a shocked Persia, hand posed to knock on the door. He was taken out of his stupor as Sousuke cleared his throat. "Leonhart, are you busy this month?"

"Doushite?"

"I need you to train them," he didn't need to say anything more; Sousuke knew what he was talking about.

"I'm busy, my class has a field trip and I'm obliged to go, Persia. I refuse to go teach them anyway, Aya-chan already knows what to do and she doesn't need me. No one does, they are fine on their own," said Sousuke, his voice quiet and cold.

"They need you and Aya still needs more training. I know that I killed your persona but I didn't kill you or your heart. They need you to survive, Sousuke. They need you to lead them."

"I will only lead them to their downfall not their victory."

"I have a proposition for you, Sousuke. If I get them to convince you about training, will you do it?"

"We shall see but right now I have some homework to correct. Sayonara, Persia," said Sousuke as he pushed the older man out the door.

Persia nodded and headed out. Sousuke sighed and sank into his chair, head in his hands. 'Why me,' he thought viciously, 'why me?' He looked up and glanced at the ceiling through the gaps of his hand. He turned and watched as sun began to rise. With that he got up and gotten ready to correct the work he neglected before going back to the high school of Kyoto. Back to his literature, art and fencing classes, back to his fake real life, as a teacher by day and an assassin by night.

~^~ 1 Hour Later ~^~

He left the house, with an hour to spare before the long drive to Kyoto but he wanted to go there early, early enough to train his newest student, Noire Miyu. She wanted to have lessons in the morning to catch up with her peers. He smiled as he remembered what she looked like, so much like Yohji. He shook his head as he climbed into his Corolla. He couldn't think of him now.

His thoughts went back to his class, all of whom are in his classes that he taught. They were surprised to have their same literature teacher become their fencing and art sensei but that didn't matter as they saw with their own eyes how talented he was in those fields.

Miyu was no exception, she caught up with most of her peers except for fencing but she was a quick learner. Within the next thirty minutes he thought what he would do in his first class, fencing. Perhaps today he would have his students conduct in a tournament. He knew how they were dying to do one and that the winner would fight him. He chuckled as he remembered when his students were shocked at the skill he had. The skill he used when he was on missions.

They all wanted to him to challenge their best and they wanted to be that one. Then his mind went all the way back to when he first woken up in the gravesite. Where Persia told him that he was still needed and that he used a tranquilizer instead of a bullet. Sure he was pissed that he did that but it no longer mattered now. He had an almost close to normal life now and he knew it won't last for long he won't last for long.

The first day after waking he had to learn how to smile again and laugh. He couldn't stay as the cold hearted bastard Weiss knew. He needed a new identity and persona plus a name. A month later, Fujimiya Ran was no more and in his place was the Ghost, Leonhart Sousuke. Another month later, he began teaching and loved every minute of it.

Soon he was at the school, he walked up to the gates briefcase in hand as he walked up the stairs. He turned right and into the corridor to his room, Fencing 101. It was a large room, good enough for about five fencing matches. He loved this room for the freedom it gave to both him and his student. As soon as he entered, he encountered Miyu already in her fencing outfit.

"Konnichiwa, Miyu-san," he said as he smiled as Miyu greeted him back.

He went into the other room to change into his outfit, when he returned he carried two fencing foils. He tossed on to his student, who caught with ease. Laughing he went into position and yelled, "Thrust."

She complied and attacked the lower part of his body. Sousuke parried it and Miyu stepped back. This time he yelled lunge and Miyu complied. This went on and on until Miyu finally faltered. Sousuke went up to the blond and took her foil, "That's enough for now, Miyu-san. Why don't you rest and get ready for my lecture. The bell will ring in about an hour." She nodded and went out.

~^~ Four Hours earlier, Flower shop ~^~

"NANI," yelled Omi, "That's impossible!"

"You are all Mages of one sort or another," replied Manx, "Balinese, you are an Emerald, Bombay is a Jack and Siberian is a Fighter. Siamese already knows that he is a Sapphire and when Abyssinian was alive he was a Crimson."

"Emeralds are one of the most powerful of the great trinity, though under Crimsons, the true powerful Mages, they have great defensive magic but not so good offensive. Sapphires are the third of the trinity, who have almost the same powers as Crimsons but they do not have the elemental magic that Crimsons and Emeralds both have," said Birman.

"Jacks are known as the healers and Fighters are fighters both mean that they excel in both of their fields as Mages," continued Manx.

"What about them," asked Ken, pointing to Schwartz.

"They already know of who they are but they are not trained. Oracle is a Sapphire, Mastermind an Emerald, Prodigy a Jack and Berserker a Fighter. The only reason as to why they have their powers is that they are part Crimsons who have these types of powers. Abyssinian had the power of teleportation and phasing, if he were alive I am sure he would have more powers," stated Birman.

"Ghost or Leonhart Sousuke as you know him, is a teacher in a high school in Kyoto. If you manage to convince him, he will train you for he is a Crimson. You need to have one of you go and try to convince him. He is much pride and honor so you have only one chance to convince him," said Manx.

"Who will go," asked Birman.

"I will," stated Yohji sternly, "I want to talk to him anyway."

"Very well, here are the directions and the schedule of his classes, good luck Balinese," said Manx as she gave him the directions before she and Birman left the Flower shop.

Yohji left the mission room and went into his room or most likely Ran's room but when he returned he was carrying four books, Ran's books. "Omi read this, Ken you too. Setsuna you better read this as well," he stated as he passed the books to the other assassin who nodded.

"What are these," asked Omi.

"They're about Mages and what they do. I already read the Emerald one so I know my abilities extent. You guys better read this until I return with Sousuke," he said as he left the room once more.

"What makes you so confident, Yohji," yelled Ken.

"I know what to do, Kenken."

~^~

Quote of inspiration:
Everything is hidden at first
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
2003