Weiß: An Assassin and White Shaman

Schuldich: Listen to me. Guess just who was left standing in the middle of the explosion? Crawford: ... Get to the point, Schurdich. Schuldich: ... It was the Fujimiya CEO's son. He survived the blast... I don't think he knew it was coming, either, so all I can say's he was damn lucky. If I remember right, that company used to use a smuggling route to Asia as our... as a Takatori affiliate. But no one, not even the CEO, would've "known" anything about that. Maybe it'd be better to put him to sleep to quell his tears. What to do with the lucky boy... Crawford: If that's what you were thinking, why didn't you just dispose of him? Schuldich: If any information about Takatori enterprises were leaked, then I want people to not care. If you realize that the Japanese always gossip and elaborate on details, then it's easy to keep things under control. And we don't go after the small fry, after all... ... which is what I was thinking. Crawford: So, in other words, you couldn't decide? Schuldich: Something like that. Crawford: All right, I'll edit the report. Schuldich: Danke! [German: "Thank you!"] Crawford: Ah! What happened to Taketori Jr.? Schuldich: He's throwing a temper tantrum over this failure. Probably bawling to his pops, "It wasn't not my fault!" or something like. Crawford: And Farfarello? Schuldich: He wasn't feeling so good. I'll take him out next mission. Crawford: He's so troublesome... [Shu Schuldich: Huh...still thinking about it? Schuldich: This sort of thing had never bothered you before... but... He had noticed us then. No... Just a coincidence. There's tons of those. But why do I feel differenty? It's not like me at all. Whatever. [Two months later (Ed. OK! Switching nomenclature back -_-)] [A leaf blows past Aya-chan's slumbering face] Aya: The company our father and mother worked for informed me that they both died in the explosion. Aya, isn't it drafty? I'll close the window. You might catch a cold. We survived together, Aya and I, but she only in a deep coma... They never made public just how many people had died there. I knew there were assassins... But the police wouldn't listen to my words. Previous 5 pages | Next 6 pages Aya no Weiß Corner | Manga Gallery The crappy HTML on this page was coded by Jey Kama, circa 5.4.99. Most of the pictures here were also edited by him, so don't steal, please. But otherwise, the original artwork will always remain copyright Project Weiß. Homepage pop-up window free from Xoom!!