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To Catch a Kitten.	By : RG Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Catch a Kitten.
Weiss Kreuz, and all related characters, do not belong to me and I am in no way affiliated with their creators.
This is simply a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.
This story contains violence, angst, and a sexual relationship between two boys.

"Mm... What has our little boy so morose today, hmm?"

Naoe Nagi scowled, as the nasal voice of the fire-headed German interrupted him from his sacred thoughts. The youngest Schwartz member turned to glare at the older male.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Why do you care, anyway?"
"Oh, I don't, really." Schuldich grinned, purring, "But really. What, or whom, is on your mind?"
"That is none of your business."
"You know that I can find out, Nagi dearest."

"Don't you dare!" Nagi quickly tried to hide his current thoughts, to change them to something that would bore Schuldich into leaving him alone. But, it was too late. The German had already pried into the telekinetic's thoughts. A mischievous smirk played across his lips.

"So, it is a certain someone. And that someone also happens to be a member of Weiss, our enemy. How intriguing, indeed!"

Nagi couldn't fight the crimson hue that now tainted his cheeks, but he tried to hide it by turning his head away, glaring hatefully in Schuldich's direction.

"Get out, Schuldich."
"Let me consider that... No."
"I said, get out!" Nagi's eyes slowly began to change to a shade of crimson, red enough to match the color of his cheeks, as a silent threat to Schuldich that he might very soon get hurt.

"My, my. So feisty. I wonder what Crawford would think of my discovery...ï¿½
"You wouldn't... Don't you dare tell!" Nagi yelled as he spun around.
"Why not? What could you do to stop me? And, don't worry, little one. I won't tell." He grinned, sliding his tongue over his lips. "So... The youngest Weiss has caught your interest. Well, isn't that cute."

"Shut up, Schuldich--"
"No. I think I'm going to do you a favor... Mm, yes. I think I will. One I think you'll appreciate, little Nagi." With that, Schuldich left, the most devilish of grins upon his lips.

"Schuldich! ..Gah, what is he going to do now?" Nagi sighed, dropping down into a chair. He simply sat and glared at the wall, wondering how he could be so foolish as to let his guard down, and allow Schuldich to find out about his secret feelings for the Weiss boy, Omi. He wasn't quite sure how he had even ended up with the feelings -- perhaps it was just lust? -- either way, those feelings were there, and Nagi couldn't deny them. But, he knew that nothing could ever come from them, for the blonde was his enemy.

Schuldich smiled sadistically as he typed away at one of the computers in the Schwartz household, uttering smugly to himself, "It is time to catch a kitten." Schuldich laughed, as he clicked on the "send" command.

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It was another regular day at the Koneko no Sumu Ie for the four males who worked there. Kudou Youji was surrounded by a group of swooning women; Fujimiya Aya was ignoring everyone and everything, watering some lilies; and Hidaka Ken and Tsukiyono Omi were trying to work, but had to keep politely fending off their fan girls. But, soon enough it was time to close up, and the girls had to all leave, to their dismay. Youji and Ken worked to clean up, while Omi strayed over and logged onto the computer.

"An e-mail?" Omi muttered to himself as he opened the file, and read over it. His brow furrowed and he spun in his chair, glancing over to the quiet red-head. "Aya-kun, I think you should read this..."

"Hm?" Aya put down the broom he'd been holding and made his way over to Omi and the computer. Leaning forward, he looked over Omi's shoulder, and began reading the type. He blinked at it a few times, then calmly stood up straight again. Omi looked up at him. Youji and Ken had turned their attentions over to Aya and Omi.

"So, what do we do, Aya-kun?"
"We go, as it told us to."
"Hey now, it might help if you informed us of what is going on!" Youji spoke up. Him and Ken both walked over, and briefly read the message.
"So, we're accepting?"
"Yes, Youji."
"It says come armed... They sure are forward about the fact that they want a fight." Ken mumbled.
"Well, we might as well go get ready, then!" Omi spun in the swivel chair, hopping out of it.

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"..God, it's cold!" Youji whined, impatiently shifting from foot to foot, his arms crossed over his chest.
"That is why you don't wear midriffs, Youji."
"Shut up, Aya." Youji fastened his coat, glaring over at Aya. Omi stifled a giggle.
"Well, well, well! It looks like you all showed up! Such good little kittens."

All four Weiss members looked around frantically for the source of the sudden voice. Youji suddenly let out a strangled cry as he was roughly tackled down.

"Ack! Get... off!" Youji pulled his legs up against his chest and kicked at the figure that had pinned him down, but it was useless. The person punched at Youji, but Youji quickly jerked his head to the side to dodge the fist. He stared up at the figure, finally recognizing him as his eyes adjusted. Farfarello.

"Youji-kun!"
"Youji!"
Youji rammed his knee into Farfarello's stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him, giving him the chance to shove the psychopath to the side and get up.
"Are you okay, Youji-kun?"
"Just fine, Omi."

Farfarello stood up, snarling at Youji. He lunged, but Youji ducked to the side, and came up behind Farfarello. Ejecting his wire, he pulled it out and quickly wrapped it tightly around Farfarello's neck and pulled hard enough to cut off his air supply. Farfarello may be immune to pain, but he did need to breathe. Farfarello growled as he struggled, but Youji only pulled tighter. Farfarello reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the knives he was carrying. He grinned, and held the tip of it against Youji's groin. Youji's eyes went wide, and he immediately recoiled his wire, his hands up in the air. Ken and Omi both stared, shocked.

"You really need to get your priorities straight, Youji."
"I need that, Ken!"
"Yeah, yeah.. ---!" Ken was cut short as something slammed into the back of his head, hard. He stumbled forward, his vision briefly blurred.
"Ken-kun! Are you okay?"
"Yeah...ï¿½ Ken spun quickly on his heel, lashing out with the claws on his glove. Schuldich took a quick step backwards so that Ken missed, but he didn't see Aya coming at him soon enough to dodge completely, and ended up with a small cut in his side.

"Clever Kitten. But are you quick enough?"
"Aya-kun, behind you!"
Aya spun as soon as he heard Omi, but it wasn't soon enough. His eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Farfarello grinned, pulling his knife out of Aya's stomach to lick the blood off of it.

"Aya-kun!"
"Oh, God... Aya!"
Omi and Youji both ran to Aya's aid, while Ken lunged at Farfarello, slashing wildly with his claws. Farfarello was able to easily kick Ken aside after only receiving a few cuts -- they didn't hurt anyway, they only made him smile. Youji slid one arm around Aya, helping him to stand.

While Farfarello had Ken occupied, and Youji was busy with Aya, Schuldich decided to make his move. He swiftly came up behind Omi, and wrapped an arm tightly around the small boy's neck, pulling back rather hard. Omi cried out, his hands flying up to pull at Schuldich's arm futilely.

Ken immediately jerked his head up, turning his attention away from Farfarello as soon as he heard Omi's cry. "Omi!" Ken tried to rush over, but was stopped when Farfarello's foot was placed in his path, tripping him. While Ken was down, Farfarello tossed his knife to Schuldich, who caught it by the handle and held the glistening blade to Omi's throat. Omi whimpered and stood still.

"Someone help me...ï¿½
Aya groaned, and Youji snarled, "Omi!"
"If any of you try anything, I'll take his head off." To prove that he wasn't kidding, Schuldich pressed the blade against the pale flesh hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. Omi winced, pressing his body back against Schuldich's in an involuntary move to get away from the blade. Schuldich purred into Omi's ear, and Omi frantically looked to Ken.

"Ken-kun! Please, help me!"
"Nah-ah-ah..." Schuldich held the knife against Omi's throat once more. Omi could still feel the blood dripping slowly from the previous cut. Ken cursed under his breath.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of your pretty little kitten here." Schuldich grinned as he lifted Omi up slightly, and took off, Farfarello following behind.

"Omi!" Ken scrambled to his feet, and took off after them; he stopped as soon as he realized it was useless. Their Schwartz opponents were too fast.

"Omi! Damn it!" Youji yelled. Aya was struggling with consciousness. Ken let out a yell of frustration, slamming his fist against the ground, as Aya suddenly passed out in Youji's arms.

"Calm down, Ken."
"Calm down?! They just kidnapped Omi! God knows what they'll do to him, Youji!"
"I know you love him. And we're all worried, but losing your temper won't help."
"Like you have any room to talk."
"...Aya's losing blood. We need to get him back." Youji supported Aya on one side, while Ken held onto Aya from the other side, steadily carrying him back to the shop.

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"Let me go!"
"Hm.. No, sorry."
"What are you going to do with me?" Omi whimpered, as he was dragged along by Schuldich.
"I could be cruel and have a little 'fun' with you myself.. But you're going to be more of a gift, my dear."
"Why me?"
"Because he wanted you."
"Who..?"
"You'll find out soon enough." Schuldich licked his lips as he probed through Omi's mind, enjoying the thoughts running through the poor child's head. Omi had long since stopped struggling and whining, but panic and worry flooded through his mind as Schuldich quickly pulled him through the building.

"He's not in his room... Perfect." Schuldich peeked in, then pulled Omi in and locked the door behind them.
"Now. You can make things nice and easy and lay down on the bed, with your little arms and legs spread...ï¿½ Schuldich stated simply, just as if he was asking someone the time, "Or... you can make things difficult."

"I am not going to do that!"
"Fine, be difficult. I'll force you into it either way." Schuldich roughly shoved Omi down onto the bed, pouncing on the smaller boy to pin him down with his arms and legs spread. Omi screamed and thrashed under Schuldich, trying to knock him off. Schuldich curled back his arm, and punched Omi across the jaw, hard enough to split his lip. And when Omi continued to whimper and struggle, he pulled out Farfarello's knife.

"Maybe now you will behave." Schuldich sliced open Omi's shirt, and tossed it aside. Tears welled up in Omi's big eyes as he still attempted to pull away, now terrified. Schuldich slid the knife lightly across Omi's chest, leaving a thin cut, causing Omi to cry out. Schuldich backhanded him hard across the face, and continued to hit him on various parts of his body until he ceased struggling, to simply lie there submissively and cry.

Schuldich used both of his legs to hold down Omi's, and using one hand to hold Omi's wrists tightly above his head, he took the opportunity to reach into his back pocket, pulling out four leather straps. Pinning Omi's right arm with his elbow, Schuldich strapped his left wrist to the bed post, careful to tie a nice sturdy knot. Releasing that arm, he quickly yanked Omi's right arm up to strap that wrist to the bed post as well. Schuldich leered down into Omi's face as he slid down his body slowly, using the last two straps to tie Omi's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, so his legs were spread wide. Sobbing, Omi tried to hide his face, but it was impossible.

Reaching back, Schuldich took another object out of his other back pocket. Leering, he forced Omi's mouth wide open, popping a thick, rubbery round object in the orifice. Lifting Omi's head, he pulled the straps back around to fasten the ball-gag tightly.

Going over to the desk in the room, Schuldich rummaged for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding both, he scribbled a note down, and folded it in half, leaving it in the space on the bed between Omi's spread legs. "You be a good kitten, you hear?" Schuldich grinned, leaving the room. Left alone, Omi promptly began to struggle fitfully against his bonds, to the point he finally wore himself out completely. Whimpering in pain, he slowly succumbed into the sweet bliss of sleep.

Roughly an hour later, Nagi yawned as he opened his door, casually walking into his room, locking the door habitually behind him. His eyes suddenly went wide as his gaze settled upon the bed. He stopped breathing, and his heart stopped beating for a second as he recognized the shirtless, beaten boy tied down to his bed. Rushing over to the bed, he noticed the note that lay there. Lifting it up, he read it, not even the least bit surprised.

'Nagi,
Hope you enjoy the kitten that I caught, just for you to play with.
- Schuldich'

Nagi dropped the note as he looked over Omi's unconscious form. There were obvious signs that the boy had put up a struggle -- his wrists had been worn raw, his lower lip was swollen and bloody, and then there was the numerous cuts and bruises left on the pale flesh. Schuldich had apparently beaten the poor boy into submission. This wasn't how Nagi wanted the Bombay, not at all. He really wanted love -- or at least, he thought he did -- he didn't want him to be tied down and forced into it, as easy and simple as that would be.

Nagi quickly untied all of Omi's bindings. Just as Nagi worked the ball-gag out of his mouth, Omi came to awareness. As soon as he realized he'd been freed, Omi leaped to his feet, and slammed Nagi roughly against the wall. Nagi let out a sharp cry, wincing. Omi stopped, looking down at the smaller boy. Nagi glanced up slowly, to meet Omi's gaze. Both of the boys stared at each other for a few seconds, then Omi jerked back, releasing his hold on Nagi. As angry and hurt as Omi was, something in Nagi's eyes stopped him from wanting to hurt the little Mayfly. There was such sorrow and loneliness that shone in those eyes.

"Why am I here? What are you going to do with me?!" Omi demanded.
"I-I don't know... I had nothing to do with your capture. I did not know he was going to do this...ï¿½
"Then let me leave!"
"But, I..." Nagi sighed, adverting his gaze from Omi's as he uttered, "I... I can't. Schuldich would not like it if he wasted his time to catch you, for me to just let you go. He'd probably kill you, and punish me as well. I'm sorry."
Omi groaned, as he thought about his predicament. "Is that the only reason you won't let me go..?"
"Uhm... Well... I..." Nagi looked away, thoroughly ashamed.
"What?"
"I.. I think I might love you."

Omi's eyes went wide and his mouth fell agape -- he felt as if a bus had just collided into him. He stared at the younger boy, not sure how to react. Nagi blushed furiously and shrunk back down against the wall. Omi couldn't believe what he had just been told. A member of Schwartz could possibly love him? Schwartz was their enemy. Why would Nagi love him? Could it all be a trap? No, that would be rather pointless. Omi was already there, so there was no use in lying to the boy. Omi remained silent, speechless. A soft sigh escaped Nagi.

"I-I'm sorry..."
"You don't need to be sorry."
"I don't?"
"No. I'm not mad that you love me... Just rather confused."
"Well, I'm sorry that you're in this mess. Schuldich was being a prick earlier... But, if I had known he'd do this to you, I wouldn't have let him get the chance."

"I want to go..."
"You can't--" Nagi was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Like your present, Nagi?" The voice called through the door. It was Schuldich.

"The sooner we convince him, the sooner you leave." Nagi whispered into Omi's ear, reaching back to unlock the door. "Follow my lead...ï¿½ Nagi took a deep breath, and pressed his lips to Omi's. Omi's eyes once again went wide from shock, and on impulse he wanted to pull away, but Nagi wrapped his arms around Omi's neck, holding him close. Nagi could taste Omi's blood in his mouth.

"Quickly, hide your real thoughts, and think that you're enjoying this." Nagi whispered against Omi's lips just before Schuldich opened the door, then dove in for another tentative kiss.

Schuldich walked in, to see the delicious sight of the two younger boys lip-locked. A grin crossed his lips, as he noticed the blonde boy's tongue slip into Nagi's mouth. Omi was trying his hardest not to tremble, quite aware of Schuldich's voyeur presence. Schuldich probed into each of the boy's minds, delighted to feed off of their pleasurable feelings.

Nagi gently nudged Omi back, pushing him down lightly onto the bed. Crawling on top of Omi's body so that he straddled his hips, Nagi managed not to break their kiss. Omi felt as if he was betraying his comrades by doing this -- especially Ken -- but he couldn't deny that it did feel nice. As much as Schuldich wished to stay and watch, he had other business to attend to. He left the room without ever saying a word, shutting the door behind him.

As reluctant as Nagi was to pull away, he did so for Omi's sake, sighing. "He is such a sick pervert...ï¿½ Nagi muttered, looking down at Omi. Both them were still blushing darkly.

"I'm sorry about that..."
"It's okay...ï¿½ Omi couldn't help but smile. As much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy that. Nagiï¿½s cheeks were stained a darker shade as he realized that he was still straddling Omi's lap, and quickly scrambled off. Omi propped himself up on his elbows.

"I hate Schuldich... I absolutely hate him." Nagi blinked as he stared at Omi's chest and neck, the taste of Omi's blood still evident in his mouth. "What did he do to you?"

"Well, he got all of us to go out and fight against two of them, then when he got the chance, kidnapped me.. And when I refused to obey him, he kind of beat me into doing it.."

"That... Ugh. Hold on, stay put." Nagi swung his legs off the side of the bed, standing up, to walk into his bathroom. Omi could hear Nagi rummaging through the bathroom, and a few moments later, Nagi emerged, carrying a wet rag, some bandages and gauze.

Nagi sat back down on the edge of the bed, next to Omi, and gently reached up to run the rag over his lower lip and chin to get rid of the blood that had dried there. Slowly, and still ever so gently, Nagi tilted Omi's chin up a bit so that he could wipe clean the cut on his throat. Then he lowered the rag even more, to run it across Omi's chest. Omi winced slightly, even the lightest pressure on his gashes turned out to be quite painful. After Omi was cleaned of his own blood, Nagi put a bandage over the cut on Omi's throat, and then wrapped the gauze around Omi's chest and abdomen, careful not to make it too tight. Once he was finished, Nagi set the rag and extra bandages on the floor, smiling slightly at Omi.

"Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Omi smiled back at him.
Suddenly, Nagi went silent, his gaze lowering so he could just stare at his hands that rested in his lap. He went into deep contemplation -- he was so confused. He had always been so full of hate, how could he suddenly be so in love with his enemy? A male enemy, on top of it all. Anyone could admit Omi was attractive, but was that why Nagi desired him, or was there a different reason? Omi was cheerful, optimistic, considerate, loving... Nagi was the polar opposite. Could that be why Nagi had suddenly developed feelings for Omi? Because Omi was the way Nagi wished that he could be?

"It's getting pretty late.. And I bet you're tired, ne?" Nagi looked back up at Omi.
"Yeah, I am." As if on cue, a yawn escaped Omi.
"Do you want to... share the bed? If not, I can sleep on the floor...ï¿½ Nagi offered.
"I don't mind sharing...ï¿½ Omi blushed.
"Alright then." Without even lifting a finger, Nagi flicked off the light switch, and both boys crawled under the covers, a slight distance apart. Nagi trusted Omi not to attempt escape while he slept. After a few minutes of silence, Nagi slowly moved his body closer to Omi's, cuddling up against him. After Omi didn't make any objection, Nagi smiled to himself and rested his head on Omi's chest.

"Goodnight...ï¿½
"'Night."
The two boys lay in silence together for a brief while, until they each had to succumb to their exhausted bodiesï¿½ need for rest, both slipping into a serene sleep.

Nagi awoke, to find Omi still sleeping soundly underneath him. Nagi carefully lifted his head from its resting place on Omi's chest, and sat up, deliberately using slow movements as not to wake Omi. He stretched his arms above his head as he stood up, slowly walking out of his room as he rubbed at his eyes, quietly shutting the door behind him. He crept into the kitchen, with no intention of making Omi a big breakfast, but he was going to give him enough to keep him satisfied until lunch.

Nagi stuck two pieces of bread in the toaster, pushing the button down. Going to the counter, he picked up an apple, biting into it while he waited for the toast. A few bites later, the toast popped out of the toaster, semi-startling Nagi. Taking a plate from one of the cabinets, he put the toast on it, snatching another apple to put on the plate as well. He set the plate on the counter while he fixed a glass of plain milk. He carried the plate in one hand, and the milk in the other, using his telekinesis to open the door for him.

It was apparent that Omi had just woken up as Nagi opened the door, since the boy was yawning and still rubbing at his eyes. Nagi smiled, the image of sleepy-Omi was just too cute. Walking over to the bed, he handed Omi his plate of food. Sitting up all the way, Omi graciously took the place, offering a thankful smile to Nagi. Nagi set the glass of milk on the nightstand. Omi wasted no time in beginning to eat his food, reaching over to take a sip of milk every so often.

Nagi sat on the other edge of the bed, content to simply watch the other boy eat. Omi paused for a moment after he finished the first piece of toast, and smiled sweetly at Nagi. Nagi stared blankly.

As expected, it didn't take Omi very long to finish his minuscule breakfast. As little as it generally was, however, it still satisfied Omi, since he expected much less, if anything at all, when he was first kidnapped.

"So, uhm.. What are you going to do with me today..?"
"I.. I honestly do not know, Omi-kun. We don't really have all that much in common, since we're enemies... Not much to talk about.."
"Oh, you would be surprised! I'm sure, all we would have to do is find a topic to start us off.. and conversation will just carry on from there."

After a bit of contemplation, the boys eventually found a common topic that they could take about, and just as Omi had said, it turned into a big conversation. Just about everything one of them would say, would trigger the other to say something that may have even been totally off-topic. Their conversation covered a myriad of subjects, from the simple things such as their normal -- as normal as can be considered -- lives, to what they liked to do when they had spare time, to describing their teammates. But, both boys remained extremely cautious not to let out any information that could jeopardize either of their companions, or give away any crucial information about Schwartz or Weiss.

After awhile, Omi took a glance at the clock, letting out a boyish giggle as he noticed the time. Almost two hours had passed. Omi looked back at Nagi.
"I told you so."
"You were right...ï¿½
"Time flies."
"We talked about almost everything we could ever have to talk about...ï¿½ Nagi sighed, looking at Omi. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Wait here."
"I can make myself something if you show me--"
"No, no! It's best if you stay in here, because I'm praying that only Schuldich and his sick mind knows you're here."
"Crazy knife boy knows, too."
"Oh, Farfarello does too, then. But, lord knows what Crawford would do... I hope he hasn't seen any of this...ï¿½
"Farfarello almost neutered Youji-kun during our fight. God forbid what Youji-kun would do without those...ï¿½ Omi snickered, and Nagi giggled lightly.

"Well, I'll go get you something for lunch, then." Nagi stood up, and left the room once again, taking Omi's dirty plate and glass with him. Glancing around the kitchen, Nagi pondered what would be quick and simple to fix for Omi's lunch.

"Hm.. A sandwich?" Nagi opened the cabinets and the refrigerator door with his powers, and observed what food the Schwartz household had left to offer. Nagi frowned, "Either Crawford or Schuldich really needs to go to the grocery store...ï¿½ Nagi sighed, fetching two more slices of bread, which ended up being the last two slices. Retrieving the peanut butter and strawberry jelly, he went to work making the basic sandwich. As soon as he had finished, Farfarello made his way through the kitchen. The Irish man glanced over, and suddenly snatched the butter knife out of Nagi's hand, and promptly began licking it clean.

"Eh.. Hello, Farfarello. I heard that you almost neutered a member of Weiss?"
"Can I neuter the kitten Schuldich caught for you?
"No, you may not! Farfarello, you may not do anything to my Weiss kitten!"
"You're no fun."
"Go neuter Schuldich. He could use it." Nagi muttered. Farfarello snickered, giving the butter knife another lick as he contemplated that thought.

"I'd love to, but I bet Crawford would get a little bit upset." Both of them grinned at the thought.
"Hey, Farfarello.. Did you know that grocery shopping hurts God?"
"No, it doesn't.."
"Yes, it does! So, why don't you go shopping, and hurt God while doing so?"
"Alright.."
"Good. Thanks, Farfarello!"
"Well, I'm off to hurt God."
"Okay. Have... fun, Farfarello." Nagi rolled his eyes as Farfarello left the kitchen, intently licking the serrated edge of the butter knife, wondering if he could cut his tongue.

Picking up the plate, he snatched up the last apple, and once against retreated back to his room. Omi was still sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for Nagi to return with his lunch.

"Here.. sorry, but someone needs to go grocery shopping."
"Oh, that's alright. Food is food for me." Omi took the plate from Nagi, lifting up the sandwich to begin devouring it. Nagi bit into his apple, chewing slowly.

"Have you decided how long you're going to keep me here?" Omi questioned.
"No.."
"Okay." Omi sighed. He could only imagine how worried the others must be. And he especially missed Ken. And he couldn't help but worry about Aya, remembering how he had been stabbed that night. Omi muttered softly, "I miss my friends.."

"At least you have friends.." Nagi whispered.
"Aren't the rest of Schwartz..?"
Nagi laughed dryly, "Them, my friends?! Schuldich is a sick pervert with a twisted sense of humor, Farfarello is a psychopath, and Crawford is our resident leader with a stick up his ass. I've been alone for so long..."
"You don't want to be alone." Omi said it more as a statement than a query.

"I don't need anybody.."
"Yes, you do.. No matter how much you don't think so, everyone needs somebody."
"The world has never had time for me, never wanted me. So, in return, I hate the world, and get back at it through Schwartz. The only person I've ever cared for is gone."

"Oh.. I understand.."
"Do you? Do you really, lil' mister optimistic sunshine?!"
"I know just as well as you! You should know about the fact that I was kidnapped as a child, and that my father, the Takatori you protect, wouldn't pay my ransom. My sister died in my arms. I killed my own brother. I found out that Tsukiyono Omi isn't even my real name!"

"Omi-kun.."
"So, don't be so selfish! Because, even through everything I've suffered, I still keep an optimistic point of view. I stay happy, because I don't want to wallow in self loathing and pity. I have to stay alive, physically and mentally! And I can't hate the world, no matter how many bad cards are dealt my way, because there are good people in this pathetic world, like Ken-kun, and Youji-kun, and Aya-kun.. And even you, Nagi. I'm in Weiss to protect those who can't protect themselves.."

Tears had welled up in Nagi's eyes against his will. "I wish I could be like you, Omi-kun. Cheerful, optimistic, loving.. But I just can't do it.."

"You only have to open your heart." Omi placed his hand against Nagi's chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"But.. Everyone has always shunned me for my powers... Schwartz let me put use to them."
Omi wasn't quite sure what to say anymore.
"Even you can't retaliate with a new solution, Omi-kun." As he sniffled, Nagi just realized that he had actually been crying. To see the tears slide down Nagi's cheeks really surprised Omi. Never in his life, had he expected to see an enemy so vulnerable. So adorable.

"Don't cry.." Omi whispered. But, Omi's acknowledgement that Nagi was crying, only made the poor boy cry harder. Not knowing what else to do, Omi reached out and wrapped his arms around the slightly younger boy. Nagi's body tensed up tightly at first, but then he relaxed into the comfort, sobbing quietly against Omi's chest.

"It's okay.. Sh.."
"No one has ever really cared about me."
"I do, Nagi-kun.. I do."
"Thank you.."
"Aw, what a touching sight... I think I am going to vomit."
Nagi and Omi both looked up. Nagi's eyes widened, and he shoved Omi away from him, scowling as he quickly tried to dry his eyes with his sleeve. How could he have forgotten to lock the door this time?

"Schuldich..."
"I thought you would use your kitten for more.. Interesting things."
"I'm not sick like you are!"
"But, you know you want it, I can read your mind, you know."
"Shut up! Get out of my room!"
"You can't deny it.. You can't deny how badly you want to have--"

"I said get out, Schuldich!" Schuldich had shut the door behind him. Using his mind, Nagi made the door swing open, smacking into Schuldich from behind, quite hard. Schuldich glared as he prowled closer to Nagi.

"You little.." Schuldich roughly grabbed Nagi's collar, pulling his arm back to backhand Nagi across the face. Nagi's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. But Nagi didn't make a sound.

"You should learn to respect your elders." Schuldich snickered, shoving Nagi back down onto the bed. Nagi's glare burned into the back of Schuldich, as the German left the room, calling back, "You should be careful how you treat me, dearest Nagi, since I could always tell Crawford about your little friend here... If he doesn't know already."

Without moving, Nagi slammed the door shut behind Schuldich, and made the lock turn. He raised a hand to rub at his burning cheek.

"Are you okay?" Omi asked with sincerity.
"Fine." Nagi scowled. "I hate him so much.. W-what he said wasn't true!" Nagi looked away, ashamed.

"It's okay."
Nagi looked back up at Omi, tears threatening to form in his eyes again. "Do you really care about me, Omi-kun?"
"Of course I do."
Nagi once again broke out into silent sobs. Omi moved over and embraced him. Nagi didn't want to appear so helpless, he didn't want Omi's help or sympathy -- or did he?

Nagi forced his crying to subside, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand as he looked up at Omi, who in turn looked down to meet his gaze with a smile. With sudden bravery, Nagi leaned up and tentatively pressed his lips to Omi's. Omi hesitated out of surprise, but didn't attempt to pull away. Slowly and shyly, the kiss began to grow.

Nagi licked and nibbled lightly upon Omi's lower lip, moving his smaller body over Omi's. Omi lay beneath him in shock, unsure of how to handle the situation. Nagi slowly pulled away, looking down to stare into Omi's eyes. Leaning down a bit, he nuzzled his head against Omi's chest, reaching a hand down to entwine his fingers with the older boy's. A chill raced up Omi's spine, as Nagi began to lick at the tender flesh of Omi's neck.

"N-Nagi-kunï¿½" Omi breathed in a short gasp, as Nagi suckled on his throat. Nagi nipped at him, making the cutest little whimper escape Omi; then he soothed over the bite with his tongue. Crawling upwards, he captured Omi's lips in a slow kiss, pushing the tip of his tongue against Omi's lips. After a moment of hesitation, Omi parted his lips. Smiling, Nagi coaxed Omi's tongue into his own mouth, where he suckled gently on it, satisfied to hear Omi moan softly.

Pulling away, Nagi looked shyly down at Omi, leaning forward so that his mouth was next to Omi's ear, whispering softly to him, "Omi-kun.. Please, take me. This may be the only time I ever experience happiness. Please, just this once, Omi-kun?"

Omi stared blankly up at Nagi, truly astonished and completely speechless. The look in Nagi's eyes twisted his heart. This was wrong; Omi could not have sex with his enemy. On top of that, there was the undeniable fact that Omi really loved Ken. To give his virginity to Nagi willingly would be the ultimate betrayal.

While Omi was contemplating the rights and wrongs of what was going to happen, Nagi's small hand had slithered down the front of his shorts and into his boxers, gently grabbing onto Omi's soft length. Omi breathed in deeply through clenched teeth, finding himself fighting the urge to smack Nagi's hand away.

"Omi-kunï¿½?" Nagi gently stroked Omi in his hand, satisfied to feel it harden in his grasp ï¿½ it let him know he had to be doing something right. Before Omi could muffle it, a soft moan came from his lips, again proving to Nagi that Omi was indeed enjoying the touches ï¿½ whether he wanted to or not.

Pulling his hand out of Omi's shorts, he took the time to undo them, slowly pulling them down Omi's slender legs. A blush rose to Omi's cheeks as Nagi removed the last bit of clothing that was keeping Omi covered, leaving the taut flesh completely bared. Nagi stopped for a brief moment to admire Omi's physique, smiling lightly before he moved his body downwards, until his face was hovering inches above Omi's crotch.

Omi whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily as Nagi's soft tongue ran over the very tip of his erection. Nagi pressed his hands down against Omi's hips, pushing them gently down against the bed, holding him still as he took some of Omi into his warm mouth. Omi cried out softly, never feeling anything like it before. His fingers gripped the edges of the bed, his blue eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Nagi teasingly swirled his tongue around Omi's member, which made Omi elicit the most beautiful little moans. Omi's hands let go of the bed to fly up and cover his mouth, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear him. He bit into his finger, to lessen the volume of the cry of pleasure he released as Nagi suckled sweetly on him. Omi whimpered, his thin thighs quivering as he tried to lay still while Nagi continued his oral administrations.

Nagi pulled his head away to sit up. He worked his own clothing off slowly, a blush to match Omi's tinting his pallid face.

"Omi-kun. Please don't hate me for this. I just want to spend one night with you. I'm sorryï¿½" Nagi straddled Omi's hips, leaning back to position himself above Omi's length.

"I--..." How could Omi refuse the boy's only wish? God knows he's probably been denied of everything he has ever wanted. But, what about Omi's morals? All that he had to do was push Nagi away, tell him no. But, what if that upset Nagi, made him turn against him? Omi's life was still in danger, just by being in the Schwartz house. However, he strongly doubted that Nagi could ever do that. As Omi stared into Nagi's eyes, he knew he could not stop the younger boy. What worried Omi was the fact that he was finding himself wanting it to happen more than not. Omi nodded once, a faint smile upon his features.

With a wince and a hushed cry, Nagi lowered himself onto Omi. Omi sucked in a deep breath, which he found himself unable to release. He raised his hand to brush some of Nagi's hair out of his face, looking at him with sincerity.

"Doesn't this hurt you?" Omi asked quietly.
"Just a little bit." Nagi couldn't bring himself to tell Omi that it wasnï¿½t his first time ï¿½ especially since he had never been willing those times. To give himself time to adjust, Nagi lay down against Omi's chest. After a moment, Omi could feel something wet falling against his flesh. Nagi was crying. Without saying anything, Omi slid an arm around Nagi, holding him close. The telekinetic rubbed at his eyes, and then raised his head, to offer a genuine smile to Omi. Omi returned the smile whole heartedly. The two boys kissed briefly, before Nagi raised himself up a bit, lowering himself back down. Nagi continued repeating the movements, very slowly and gently at first.

Upon hearing Omi whimper, Nagi quickened his pace just a little bit. Omi was biting onto the insides of his mouth, trying not to close his eyes ï¿½ he found himself captivated by Nagi's sweet expressions.

It wasn't long before both boys were moving rhythmically together, their flesh soaked with a sheen of sweat. Nagi slumped forward, his forehead resting against Omi's chest as he continued to thrust against him. Their chests heaved in sync with each breath, both of them trying to keep their moans as quiet as possible.

Omi slid his hand down between them, taking hold of Nagi's shaft. He gently massaged and caressed it, smiling as it made Nagi's body buck against him. Nagi had to bury his face against the crook of Omi's neck and shoulder to stifle himself. Both boys could feel themselves getting close.

"O-Omi-kun..!" Nagi leaned in and quickly pressed his lips against Omi's, to suppress both of their screams of ecstasy ï¿½ which they both reached at the same time. Nagi's body quivered as he collapsed against Omi, panting for breath. Omi tilted his head back a bit, his own breathing heavy and labored.

Nagi blushed as he looked at Omi's hand, which was covered with his essence. With a crazy urge, Nagi pulled Omi's hand to his face, where he began to lick each of Omi's fingers clean. Omi's cheeks reddened as he watched his 'enemy' clean his hand. As soon as Nagi had finished, Omi pulled his hand away.

"Thank you so much, Omi-kun..." Nagi crawled off of Omi, tossing the blonde his shorts. Omi winced as he pulled on his shorts, the physical excursion causing all of his wounds to ache. He flipped some of his sweaty hair from his eyes as he laid back on the bed. Nagi would overheat if he put all of his clothes on, so he only put on some underwear for the moment, and then climbed back onto his bed and curled up next to Omi. The Weiss boy wrapped his arms around Nagi's smaller frame, resting his chin atop Nagi's head, as they both rested.

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"How can you just sit there like that, Youji?! What if they've killed Omi -- or worse?!" Ken paced around the room, slamming his fists against any surface that he knew wouldn't break.

"Ken... Just calm down."
"Stop telling me that! You want me to calm down, when God knows what is happening to Omi?!" Spinning around, Ken reached down and took hold of Youji's shirt collar, yanking him up from his spot on the couch.

"Ken.. Taking it out on Youji isn't going to help." Youji and Ken both whipped their heads around, looking behind them to see Aya leaning against a wall for support, dressed in a pair of black slacks, and shirtless -- bloody bandages wrapped around his abdomen. Neither Ken nor Youji had seen Aya since they bandaged his wound, and made sure that Aya would be alright. Aya had been locked in his room, resting, ever since. Ken sighed, releasing his grip on Youji.

"How are you feeling, Aya?"
"Better. Schwartz..." Aya coughed, "will pay dearly for this." He motioned to his wound. "And for taking Omi. And, it'll be worse if they do anything to himï¿½"
"If they lay one hand on him that hurts him or disturbs him in any way, I'll maim them, and so much more..!" Ken snarled.
"How are we going to get him back?" Youji questioned.
"Anyway that we have to." Aya muttered.
"Wait.. I have an idea." Ken exclaimed.

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Nagi was resting peacefully in Omi's arms, content to lay silently with his head on Omi's chest, while Omi's thoughts were reeling through his mind. He knew that he loved Ken. But, if he was supposedly so devoted to Ken.. Why didn't he feel any guilt over what he had just done with Nagi? Why didn't he regret letting things go so far, so suddenly? And at the same time, Omi was wondering how much longer he would be a prisoner to Schwartz. What if Crawford found out about his presence? Would it be as bad as Schuldich and Nagi made it sound? Omi didn't doubt it. He was Weiss; he was the enemy, right in the hands of Schwartz. The young, vulnerable little Weiss boy. He wondered if the others had begun looking for him yet. He missed them dearly already, wanted them to come find him. Ken. Youji. Aya. Especially Ken. He again wondered if Aya was alright... Their red-headed leader had received a pretty dangerous hit.

Nagi tilted his head, looking up at Omi. "What are you thinking about?"
"My friends.. Farfarello stabbed Aya-kun in the stomach... From what I could tell before I was taken away, it was a pretty bad wound... I'm worried about him. And I miss Ken-kun, and Youji-kun."

Nagi nuzzled his head against Omi's chest. "I'm sure your friend is alright, but I am sure they are all distraught with worry about you. If our positions were switched, I'm sure Schwartz wouldn't care, or even bother wasting their time to retrieve me, unless they were desperate for my abilities." Nagi sighed. Omi hugged him close. Both boys looked up, hearing the door knob jiggle. Pounding on the door followed.

"Nagi, open the door." It was Crawford.
"Damn!" Nagi didn't know what to do. Surely, Crawford had found out about Omi, he could see into the future! But, just in case Crawford didn't know, Nagi could at least try to hide Omi. Gently pulling Omi out of the bed, he pushed him down onto the floor, and silently tried to usher him to crawl underneath his bed, while he yelled out at Crawford, "Hang on, I'm not decent!" Which was true as well. As Omi made his way under the bed, Nagi picked up his clothes, scrambling to get them on as he stumbled over to the door. Opening it, he quickly slipped out, shutting the door right behind him, looking up at Crawford. "What do you want?"

"We have a mission."
"What mission?"
"A fight against Weiss."
Nagi stared at Crawford. If he had Bombay, and supposedly Abyssinian was out of commission... There would only be two Weiss members to fight against the four of Schwartz. They wouldn't stand a chance. Nagi managed to remain acting like his calm, cold self.

"When?"
"Half hour." With that, Crawford walked off. Nagi spun, quickly throwing himself back into his room, locking the door behind him. "We have a problem, Omi-kun!"

"What?" Omi peeked his head out from under the bed.
"Apparently, Weiss has planned to fight Schwartz in a half hour."
"..But only Youji and Ken can fight now..!"
"I know. I'm sorry, but Weiss doesn't stand a chance."
"We have to make them change their minds... I know they're doing it for me!" Omi crawled out from under the bed.

"I have an idea...ï¿½ Nagi pulled Omi to his feet, and dragged him over to his computer. "Log on and e-mail them."
"Okay...ï¿½ Omi quickly logged onto the computer and got an e-mail ready. He paused for a moment, then started to type,
This is Omi. Youji, Ken... are you crazy?! Don't fight Schwartz right now, you don't have a chance! The two of you, against the four of them, is absurd. And don't you dare even think -- or let Aya think -- of letting him fight. I know he may think he could probably fight, but he'll only hurt himself more. Please, I'm worried for all of you. And you have no need to worry about me right now, I'm fine, honest. I'll hopefully be back with Weiss soon. - Omi.

He clicked send, and then looked back at Nagi. "What about Schwartz? If Weiss does back down, what will you do? You can't tell them."
"I'm sure we'll go, unless Crawford sees that they won't show up. If he doesn't, and no one shows up, we'll probably just come back here."
"And me?"
"I'll have to tie you down again. I'm sorry...ï¿½
"I understand...ï¿½

Nagi jumped when Crawford's voice rang from outside the door. "Nagi!"
"Coming!" Nagi gently pushed Omi back onto the bed, and gathering all of the discarded leather straps, he retied all of Omi's bonds. Omi sighed, but allowed him to do so without any struggle.

"I'll be back. Pray your partners got your e-mail." Nagi pressed his lips to Omi's briefly, and then rushed out of the room to follow Crawford.

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"'Ey, Ken... Come look at this!"
"What, Youji?" Ken walked over to Youji, who was sitting at the computer.
"It's an e-mail from Omi."
"What?!" Ken shoved Youji out of the chair, knocking him right onto the floor as he sat down, quickly reading over the e-mail. "He says that he's okay..."

"Think it's just a Schwartz bluff?"
"It's his name, Youji... And if he was forced into it, I'm sure he'd leave us some hint. Plus.. That would be one lame way for Schwartz to back out of a fight."

Youji sighed, "He told us not to fight..."
"He had a point."
"I don't think we should, then."
"Then we won't, Youji."
"You two are backing down?" Aya slowly walked up behind them.

"We got an e-mail from Omi." Ken signaled to the screen. Aya held onto the back of the chair, reading over Ken's shoulder. "Well.. If you all are going to back down from fighting, at least do something else."
"Like what, Aya?"

"Simple, Youji. You go, but stay out of sight, and follow them when they finally leave. Let them lead you right to Omi." Aya offered.
"That's a great idea.." Ken blinked.
"But, one can see the future, one can read minds.."
"Well, Youji. If you don't do it, then you bluff that you did."
"You have an excuse for everything, don't you?"
"But, we have to find Omi!"
"Patience, Ken.. If you make any mistakes, you could get him killed." After sitting to ponder their predicaments, Weiss decided it was better not to leave.

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"Damn it, Crawford! Can we go back now? It's been twenty minutes, and its freezing!" Schuldich complained.
"They're not going to show up." Crawford knew, he could see that they weren't going to.
"They chickened out.." Nagi muttered, though he knew it was a lie.
"Fine." Crawford turned on his heel, and started to head back. Nagi breathed a silent sigh of relief. All along the way back, Schuldich babbled to Crawford.

As soon as they had returned, Nagi rushed to his room, locking the door behind him, looking over at Omi.
"Your e-mail worked."
Omi smiled, obviously relieved.
"Are you hungry, Omi-kun?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Nagi slipped out again, back to the kitchen. Nagi rummaged through the cabinets, frowning.

"FARFARELLO!" Nagi yelled.
"What?" The silver-haired man peeked into the kitchen.
"I thought you went grocery shopping!"
"I did." Farfarello growled.
"Then where's the groceries?!"
"Here." Farfarello went and opened a drawer that used to be empty, but was now so full of different types of kitchen knives that they almost spilled out. Nagi slapped his forehead, and Farfarello merely grinned.

"I meant buy FOOD, Farfarello!" Nagi sighed, looking in the refrigerator. It was basically empty, except for the tupperwares of unidentifiable things Nagi refused to touch. "..I hate my life.."

Farfarello snickered, leaving the kitchen to go back to his cell, knife-in-hand. After searching the entire kitchen, all Nagi could find was a box of Cornflakes. Nagi decided it was better than nothing. Before he returned to his room, he decided to tell Crawford that someone else needed to go grocery shopping. But, when he heard strange noises that he identified as Schuldich and Crawford, doing God knows what, he backed away quickly, and dashed into his room with the Cornflakes.

"I'm really sorry, but all we have is cereal...ï¿½ Nagi went to untie Omi again, setting the box on the nightstand.
"It's better than nothing."
"We'll probably have to have it for breakfast, too... Unless Schuldich or Crawford go soon, which I doubt because they're too wrapped up in each other right now...ï¿½

As if on cue, Schuldich screaming Crawford's name could be heard through out the household. Nagi and Omi both cringed, trying hard not to mentally picture what Schuldich and Crawford were doing.

"That's wrong...ï¿½ Omi muttered.
"Yes, it is... They could at least keep it down!" Nagi spat, thoroughly disgusted. Omi reached over and grabbed the box of Cornflakes, taking out a handful to eat. Eating right out of his hand, he held the box out to Nagi, who took out a small handful and proceeded to eat each flake individually. Omi noticed the meticulous behavior, but made no comment about it -- it was kind of cute.

After each boy had their fill of dry Cornflakes, the box was cast aside to wait until the next morning. Omi laid on his side, propping himself up on one elbow, with his back to Nagi. After a moment, Nagi turned his head, to notice that Omi's shoulders were shaking -- the boy was crying silently. Nagi felt that it would be rude to disturb him, and hypocritical to offer him words of sympathy. Instead, he slid his hand down to entwine his fingers with Omi's. He could feel Omi grip lightly, which made him smile a bit.

Through his quiet sobs, Omi managed to choke out, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend you, you've treated me well. I just want to go back to Weiss. I want to be back with my friends. Aya, Youji... Ken. I miss them, and I hate knowing they're worrying about me like this...ï¿½ And back to crying he went.

"I.. I'm so sorry. Since you want to leave so badly... I'll let you go." That's when Nagi realized that he didn't want to let Omi leave. He wanted to keep Omi there, with him, forever. He wanted Omi to treat him with kindness, care for him, and love him. Nagi refused to cry. Suddenly, Omi sat up and turned around, taking hold of both of Nagi's hands with a smile.

"Why don't you come with me? I won't even ask you to join Weiss... Just, get out of here, get away from Schwartz. We'll take care of you; we will be your friends."

"Oh, but I couldn't... They would come for me. Whether they actually gave a shit whether I was around or not, they would come for me, just for my abilities. They need me around, should they admit that or not." Nagi looked away. "I wouldn't want you to get caught up in something like that. I'm not worth it."

"How could you even think that? You are worth it. You are worth experiencing happiness. You are worth experiencing freedom. Come, let's leave here together!" Omi stood up off of the bed.

Both boys turned their heads as the doorknob fell to the floor, rolling aside. The door swung open; Schuldich stood there, glaring inside. Before Nagi could blink, Schuldich was behind Omi. The German took hold of the smaller boy and pulled him close to his body, backing away from Nagi.

"My, my, my. I thought you would have been much more appreciative, little Nagi. How could you waste such generosity?" While one arm was wrapped tightly around Omi's neck, Schuldich's hand slid downwards across the boy's body. Omi cried out as Schuldich grabbed his crotch, unwanted fingers roughly massaging him.

"Let me go, you sick bastard!" Omi screamed, kicking fitfully.
"Mm. I love it when they struggle. Why don't you like them like that, Nagi?"
"Because I'm not like you." Nagi's eyes were slowly changing to a threatening shade of crimson.
With a grin, Schuldich continued to fondle Omi, lowering his head to bite at the boy's soft throat. "And to think you would even consider running off to Weiss. After all we've done for you. You really are so ungrateful, Nagi."

"Let him go, Schuldich. Now." Nagi huffed.
"Or else what? You forget, I have more power over this situation than you may think." Schuldich's hand wandered inside of Omi's shorts. Omi screamed.

"I told you to let him go!" With a snarl, Nagi's bookcase raised an inch off of the ground. And before Schuldich knew what to do, the bookcase had been telekinetically thrown into him. Schuldich collapsed, the bookcase crushing him to the ground. Omi managed to stumble away unharmed, collapsing to his knees behind Nagi, grabbing hold of one of Nagi's legs.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Crawford stood in the doorway, glaring over the rims of his glasses. Schuldich let out a loud grunt as he shoved the bookcase off of him, it crashing against the wall. He turned, and lunged at Nagi, tackling the boy to the ground. Omi couldn't make himself move, and Crawford didn't care to. Using his mind, Nagi raised Schuldich off of him, throwing him against the wall.

Before it continued, Crawford stepped between them, raising his arm up against Schuldich's chest to hold the man back. Rolling his eyes, Crawford pulled out a piece of paper as he uttered, "So, I guess you could all explain where this came from. 'We were able to track you to where you're keeping Bombay. We'll be coming for him, be prepared.', from Weiss."
Both Schuldich and Nagi averted their eyes from Crawford's.

"However. The fact that this boy is here makes up for your stupidity. He can be of great use to us." Crawford looked over at the quivering, cowering Omi.

"Oh, but Brad. Haven't you seen it yet? Nagi plans to elope with this boy and join Weiss with him!" Schuldich laughed tauntingly.
"Ah, well, he'll do no such thing. I can see that he won't." The slightest of grins tugged at the edge of Crawford's lips.

"I hate you. I hate all of you!" Nagi collapsed to the floor, fighting with everything he had to not cry. Omi crawled up, and curled an arm protectively around him.
"I won't let you hurt him. If he wants to come with me, that is his decision, not yours!" Omi glared at them, his body still shaking.

"Aw, isn't that cute? Don't make me sick. Neither of you will be leaving here. Alive, anyway." Crawford's gun was drawn. In the meantime, Nagi was trying his best to not plan what he was going to do in advance. He sat there, silent for a moment, his fingers holding on tightly to Omi's. Suddenly, Crawford's gun flew out of his hand, where Nagi caught it. He raised it, aiming it at Crawford.

"Don't move." Nagi turned, looking deeply into Omi's eyes. "I'm so sorry that you got caught up in all of this. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me." Without hesitation, Nagi pressed his lips against Omi's. While the kiss was brief, it was full of emotion, from both boys. When the darker haired boy pulled away, tears were in his eyes.

"Run, Omi. Get back to Weiss. Now." Without prompting, the window shattered. With a twitch of Nagi's head, both Crawford and Schuldich were tightly pinned to the wall by Nagi's invisible force. "Go, now! I-.. I love you, Bombay."

With a quiet whimper, Omi nodded his head once, racing to scramble out of the window. He took off at a weak run, only turning around as he heard something that terrified him. It was a gunshot, followed by both Schuldich and Crawford's voices screaming Nagi's name. For once, Omi found himself unable to be optimistic about what happened in the room. He could feel it, in his heart, what Nagi had just done to himself. It brought the tears he had been holding back forward. However, he knew he could not stop. He had to get back to the others, no matter how upset or weak he felt. His entire body ached horribly, but he continued to run ï¿½ thoughts of the poor telekinetic racing through his mind, thoughts that tore at his heart.

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"Did you hear that?" Aya tilted his head back, looking at Youji. The blonde was busy daydreaming, puffing away at a cigarette.

"I thought I heard a knock at the door." Aya continued, this time looking in Ken's direction. The Siberian's eyes grew wide as he spun on his heel, racing for the door. He unbolted and unlocked it, throwing it wide open. He was unprepared for what he saw.

"Oh, my... Omi!!" Ken threw himself to the ground. The smaller boy was huddled up on the ground, his battered body quivering convulsively and wracked with heavy sobbing. Ken carefully took hold of Omi, pulling him close to his body. His flesh was marred and freezing.

"Omi! Oh, god.. Omi!" Tears welled up in Ken's eyes as he held on tightly to the blonde. Suddenly, Omi sniffled, and wrapped his arms tightly around Ken's neck, the poor boy's sobbing growing louder.

"He killed himself! He's dead, he killed himself!" Omi was screaming now, rambling and carry on in absolute hysterics. Ken ran his fingers through Omi's matted hair, rocking the traumatized child back and forth in his embrace.

"Oh my god! Is he alright?!" Youji was frantic when he saw the youngest member's condition. He had an arm wrapped around Aya, still refusing to believe the red head's pleas for independence.

"He's dead! I.. I couldn't help him!" Omi's wailing and screaming continued. Ken couldnï¿½t hold the boy tightly enough to keep his body still.

"Sshh. Calm down, Omi. Please, calm yourself. Tell us, who is dead?" Ken whispered softly and soothingly into Omi's ear, desperate to quiet the boy.

"Nagi! Nagi shot himselfï¿½ He shot himself after saving me! I couldnï¿½t help himï¿½" Omi let out one more pitiful cry of agony before his head dropped against Ken's shoulder and his entire body went limp.

The three older men all looked at each other in silence. Ken gently lifted Omi in his arms, holding him close as they all walked back into the building together. Aya and Youji stayed in the hallway as they watched Ken carry Omi into the younger boy's room, to give Ken a bit of private time with Omi.

Ken laid the unconscious boy down onto the bed, taking a minute to assess his wounds. Ken slowly slid off Omi's shorts, casting them aside. He retrieved a soft nightshirt from Omi's closet, returning to the bed to ease Omi into it. He rested Omi's head on his pillow, pulling up the covers to tuck him in, all nice and warm and safe. He was content to sit on the edge of Omi's bed, holding on to Omi's cold little fingers.

"I love you, Omi. I promise I will always be there to protect you, from now onï¿½" Ken brushed a few locks of filthy blonde hair from Omi's face, leaning in to place a tender kiss on Omi's swollen lips.
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