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Heaven is Wrapped in Chains	By : YamiBakura Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Running through these dirty streets

Of concrete and steel

Wrapped up in these velvet sheets

Give me something surreal

There is no substitute.

No one else is you.

No one else is you!

I’m falling into someone’s eyes.

Come make me feel alive.

“Touching and Kissing” – Cinema Bizarre

~*~

Schuldig was still laughing. Omi gave him a flatly unimpressed look, and Naoe was looking alarmed. Omi didn’t know where Crawford had vanished to in the tumult, but he’d left his team to pick up the pieces he was leaving behind.

“Oh, Weiß. You have no idea.” Schuldig finally pulled himself together, and he sat down on the couch. “Nagi, leave him there for a few minutes.”

Naoe sat beside him, and both of them looked at Omi in silence.

“What do you know about Schwarz, little kitty?” Schuldig was holding his head in one hand – he looked almost human in that moment, but caught between fury and an aching loss so vast it threatened to swallow him whole, he couldn’t appreciate it – and looked up at Omi through his hair. The mocking tone was gone from his voice, and he even sounded human.

“You’re all a bunch of sick freaks,” Omi said, barely pausing to think about it.

“Exactly.” Schuldig pulled his head up and fixed Omi with a dark smile. “A bunch of sick freaks. Welcome to the Sideshow, kitty cat.”

Naoe let out a strangled squawk. Omi felt the power holding him up relax slightly, and wondered if he’d be able to make it loose before they caught him again. On second thought, his head hurt, his wrist hurt, his chest felt like a gaping hole had been ripped in it when he realised that his friends were gone. There was no point in going anywhere.

“You have a very good reason to stay here with us, Kitty.” Schuldig raked a hand through his hair, tossing it up where it didn’t immediately kick back down. “Farfarello did a very stupid thing before he died. Do you know what he did?”

Omi stared at him, wondering if the question was even worth answering.

“He saved Fujimiya’s life. Want me to explain how?”

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Aya was alive?

“He pushed him out a window. And then he transferred his powers, and then he died. And that means you’re important now.”

Omi tried to keep up with the conversation. They’d said Ken and Yohji and Farfarello had been pulled from the wreckage, but –

//Scheiße, cat. You’re a little slow on the uptake. They pulled three bodies out of the wreckage. Fujimiya was outside the building when it came down, so all he’s got are some charred lungs and some blunt force trauma to the head from bits of building coming down on him. He’s in a coma and this time it’s his pretty little sister’s turn to take care of him. How long do you think it’ll be before Kritiker comes knock-knock-knocking on her door, offering her a deal? That’s where you come in. You were conscious when Farfarello was looking for someone to fuck up. It took me a few hours, but it’s definitely you. That means you need us about the same amount as we need you. Get the picture?//

This was way too much. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“God, I wish we were!” Naoe said suddenly, wrenching his head up and glaring at Omi. “I wish all of you had died instead of Farfarello, it’s not fair.” The telekinetic got up and left the room. Schuldig gave a wan smile that looked completely out of place on his face, and rubbed at his head again. Omi winced as a particularly rough spike of pain went through his skull.

“Proof positive,” Schuldig said, and popped the top off a bottle of aspirin. He swallowed four of them dry, and contemplated the bottle.

“Don’t take the whole thing,” Omi said, and then wondered why it had occurred to him to say. Schuldig didn’t respond, merely set the bottle back down on the table beside him. After a few more minutes of silence, Omi remembered the question he’d been about to ask. “Proof positive of what?”

Schuldig stared at him. He stared back. Finally the telepath sighed. “Farfarello.”

“You said he was dead.”

“I also said he transferred his power to you before he went.”

Omi considered this. Despite being in the next room, Naoe’s power was undiminished, and he was unable to move from the wall. At least it wasn’t interfering with anything. “I didn’t think Farfarello had any power.”

“No one did.” Crawford interrupted before Schuldig could say anything. The telepath looked up at him and smirked coldly at the brief nod to get out of the room. He left silently, and Crawford took his seat on the couch. A moment later, the telekinetic grip holding Omi loosened and he slid to the ground. His legs gave out and he kept going, keeping his back against the wall as support.

“No one knew of Farfarello’s power, except the four of us in this house,” Crawford continued. “I have just been on the phone with Rosenkreuz. The other two will not be happy about this, but I will not allow you to go there. Do not,” he added, brown eyes flashing coldly behind his glasses, “think that this is a favour to you.”

Omi stared at him, bewildered. “What’s Rosenkreuz?”

Crawford pulled his glasses off and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Omi’s headache spiked again. “They are,” Crawford said, “an elite facility in northern Austria. They collect and train people like us.”

“Like you.”

“Like all of us. Schuldig was not exaggerating when he said Farfarello passed on his gift. I imagine there will be other surprises left behind for us to find as well.”

Welcome to the Sideshow, Omi thought. That’s what he told me. A circus for freaks. Farfarello made me one of them. It doesn’t matter. The team is dead, Aya’s in a coma, they probably think I’m dead too. Do I have a choice?

Does it matter?

~*~

Schuldig plopped down at the kitchen table and handed Omi a white Styrofoam takeout container. “This is dinner,” he said. “You haven’t eaten in a day and a half. After we’re done, I’m going to show you the training room, and we’re going to find out exactly what Farfarello did to you.”

Omi watched him open his container and start eating, debated on whether or not to eat his own. His stomach grumbled at him and made the decision without input from his brain. It was bizarre beyond belief; just sitting at the table with a member of Schwarz, silently eating dinner. The other two had taken their meals and vanished into their rooms. Omi was curious about which room belonged to which man, but didn’t feel like getting up to follow them to find out.

He felt dazed and somewhat unreal. It was difficult to believe that all this was really happening – Weiß gone, Schwarz decimated – his abduction into Schwarz to take the place of their madman.

His head hurt again, and he shot a dirty look in Schuldig’s direction. “So,” the telepath said. “You finally realised that its not your pain, huh?”

Omi leaned back, startled. It hadn’t occurred to him on a conscious level, but subconsciously he now realised that it was Schuldig’s pain bleeding over onto him. “Why?” he asked.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of being Gifted,” Schuldig said bitterly. “Nagi and Crawford and Farfarello, they grew up with their gifts. Farfarello didn’t know it until it broke, but I was a normal person up until my thirteenth birthday. An erupting telepathic gift is no picnic.”

Omi put his chopsticks down. “Is that why you’re so fucked up?”

Schuldig laughed, a much more open and almost – almost but not quite – friendly sound. “He said the same thing to me when I told him.”

Considering this, Omi picked his food back up. “He was a hypocrite if he’s calling you fucked up.”

“Pot, this is kettle. Kettle calling pot.”

“What?”

“You’re black.”

Omi roughly shoved the Styrofoam away from himself and stood up. “No,” he said. “I’m Weiß.”

He left the kitchen as quickly as he could, but he wasn’t fast enough to get away from Schuldig’s mocking laughter.

“Not anymore.”
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