Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Touch and Go ( Chapter 61 )

Grab onto my arm now.

Hold tight.

We are going into a number of dark places, but I think I know the way.

Just don't let go.

 

“Nagi, are you sure you're okay? You're still really cold,” Ghost said, holding on to his hand.

 

“I'm fine. It's just the residuals of the alpha state wearing off. It will take a few minutes for it to fade,” he said, stumbling a bit. “It may also take a few minutes for my vision to adjust after all the light as well.”

 

Omi frowned a little. “Why would that voice say you were in darkness if you weren't?”

 

“Not all darkness is physical darkness, Omi. Sometimes it means a dark place inside,” Nagi said. “For me, the real “dark”, the real horror of my life was always in the light. It was when I could be found. When I was so cold that I almost couldn't breathe. The dark was always welcome as far as I was concerned. Because, no one could ever find me after the sun had set.”

 

“So your personal hell reflected that,” Omi said. “For me, I couldn't wait for daylight.”

 

Ghost nodded. “Me too.”

 

Nagi smiled a little. “We all have our own versions of hell.”

 

Ghost and Omi both said, “That's the truth.”

 

“So, where and how do we start hunting for this thing?” Omi asked. “I'll defer to the two of you because I don't have a clue.”

 

“You may have more of a clue than you know, Omi,” Nagi said mysteriously.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

 

“Just what I said.”

 

“Remember that the voice said we were all we ever were or would ever be,” Ghost said. “You were always the tracker. Finding and cutting through barriers, as well as holding them up, was always your strong point.”

 

“Okay. But what does that mean? How am I supposed to help if I don't know what I'm looking for?”

 

“Look for a place where the energy is very different. Chances are you'll feel pressure and it will almost feel like a physical wall to you,” Ghost said.

 

Nagi nodded. “This thing is bound to be guarded.”

 

“Maybe not,” Ghost said thoughtfully. “It was arrogant enough to go against us unguarded before when it knew the three of us were at full strength.”

 

“So?” Omi said.

 

“So, the chances are very good that it doesn't know we've come back into our full abilities.”

 

“Some of us have at any rate,” Omi mumbled.

 

“Stop it,” Nagi said firmly. “You're just as strong as we are. You have to stop worrying about trying to force something to happen and just let it flow.”

 

“Nagi's right, Omi,” Ghost said, putting her arm around his shoulders. “We play off of one another's strengths as well as our weaknesses. What he and I are weak in, you're strong. It's all about balance.”

 

“But how am I supposed to stop fighting it? I don't know how. I wasn't trained like the two of you were,” Omi said.

 

“It has nothing to do with training, Omi, and everything to do with trusting yourself,” Nagi said. “You trust yourself with your darts, right?”

 

“That's different. I've trained with the darts and crossbow for years. This is just . . . I don't know exactly what the problem is,” he said. “I guess it's because so much is riding on this. I don't want to screw it up because it could get one of you hurt or worse. I feel like I'm the weakest link in the chain here.”

 

“If you could see the things in you that we do, you wouldn't think that,” Nagi said.

 

“Maybe we can show him, Nagi,” Ghost said. “Omi, you trust Nagi and I, right?”

 

Omi nodded. Ghost took both boys' hands.

 

“Keep in mind that I might not be able to filter out everything without Star or Sunny's help so you may get the full force of it.”

 

Omi nodded again, looking slightly nervous as he felt the first initial pulses into his mind. A thousand visions, thoughts and perceptions seemed to fill his head all at once. Each one sparked off of the others, winding and rejoining, weaving intricate patterns. All of them building from one simple thing. Complete trust in him. Trust that he could do anything he set his mind to do. Trust that he could and would use his rediscovered abilities perfectly when needed.

 

Omi blinked, somewhat startled by the revelation. He didn't think he'd had anyone's trust at that level before. Not even with Weiss.

 

“You really do believe in me.”

 

Nagi sighed and put his hands over Ghost's ears. “My gods, Omi, you are such a blonde. Of course, we believe in you,” he said exasperatedly.

 

“You know I can still hear you, right?” Ghost said, sounding as though she was both amused and annoyed.

 

“Sorry,” Nagi said, taking his hands off of her ears and settling them on her shoulders. “So? Think you can swing this now?”

 

“Let's go,” Omi said.

 

“Lead on, bleach boy,” Nagi said grinning.

 

“I'll have you know it's natural,” Omi said, sticking his nose in the air and walking off.

 

“The peroxide has soaked through to his brain,” Nagi mumbled, starting after him.

 

“I heard that,” Omi said, grinning over one shoulder.

 

Baka.

 

Loser.

 

Orphan.

 

Freak.

 

Ghost sighed and rolled her eyes. Boys!

 

****************************Author's Notes**********************************

 

The little blurb at the beginning of this chapter is by Stephen King. Not sure where it came from. As usual, don't own it, wish I did.

Sorry this is so short.