Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Accidentally in Love ❯ Kids at Play ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

by weiss kittyn
disclaimer: no own. bite me.


"Yes. Nagi is playing the part of Juliet." Omi sighed, sounding resigned. Absently, he wondered what his black counterpart was up to. At Ken's near-accusing glare, he held up his hands defensively. "It wasn't my choice! The Principal drew the names from a hat! We all watched him do it!" Ken sighed, also resigned. "Aya is NOT going to like this..."

~*~

Almost exactly ten minutes later, Nagi sauntered into the flowershop. He had his hands raised in the universal sign for 'unarmed', but was somewhat of a futile gesture, considering who he was and what he could do. Still, the attempt to be civil was noted. In one hand he clutched a thick black folder tightly.

"I'm not here for a fight. I'm here to see Omi."

Aya eyed him warily, not sure how much to trust the scrawny telekinetic. He'd been informed of the play and the actors by Ken shortly before Nagi's arrival, so it wasn't a complete surprise. Still, he didn't like one of his most dangerous enemies wander through his store. After satisfactorily deciding that they weren't going to ambush him from behind a fern, Nagi allowed his attention to drift to the wares in the store. The four assassins were, he admitted to himself, very good at what they did, both by night and by day. The shop was clean, the flowers were gorgeous, and everything was obviously well taken care of.

Ken came down the stairs, thinking to wait for Nagi's arrival. When he noticed that HE was the late one, he hollered back up to Omi, restraining - barely - a fit of laughter. The only thought in his head was, "Him. In a dress. Playing the part of JULIET.'"

Omi rushe down the stairs, a few darts tucked away in his sleeves. From Ken's tone of voice, it had sounded like something was going terribly wrong in the flowershop below, and he wanted to be completely prepared for any contingency. He froze in place when he saw the one thing he hadn't been prepared for; Nagi, there in the shop. The usual drab grey-blue school uniform had vanished, leaving in its wake a loose yet somehow form-fitting black tee shirt, tight black jeans that encased his rather lengthy legs to maximum effect, showing off his hips and butt perfectly. He rounded out the outfit with black sneakers that looked like they were too big on his feet, a few rubber bracelets, though he couldn't make out the words on them, and what looked like a collar, though upon closer inspection it was just a piece of cord wrapped loosely around his neck a few times. The entire image of him was ... breathtaking... and for a moment, Omi forgot to breathe. Then he remembered who it was he was looking at.

The darts fell to the floor from numb fingers before the rest of his body followed suit with his brain, and Nagi turned at the noise. Ken pushed past Omi on his way up the stairs, his not-to-gentle nudge nearly knocking the poor boy over. "Oh! Um..." Nagi's earlier words online came back to him. -You. You're cute.- He struggled for something to say. "Hello, Nagi."

Nagi smiled, a REAL smile, that lit up his face, and Omi felt his lungs rebel to working properly at the sight of him. Even Aya grudgingly admitted that a smile did miracles for the moody psychokinetic kid.

"Hi, Omi. I figured we could go to the park, or something to rehearse. What do you think?" He shifted his gaze to Aya, his feathery hair swishing around his eyes. "Is it alright if he goes?"

Yohji swaggered out of the back room, having watched the goings on from afar. "Well, Omittchi's not working today, and he DOES need to get those lines memorized. Go ahead and go. Just, Omi... Be back before dark, and keep your cellphone on."

Omi nodded his assent. Under normal circumstances they'd have let him stay out as late as he wanted, and devil may care if he even brought his cellphone, let alone left it on or not, but that night was one of their mission nights.

Omi ran into the back storage for his helmet,and the spare Ken usually kept laying around. Coming back out, he addressed Nagi. "How'd you get here?' Nagi shrugged.
"Took the bus," he said simply.

"Ever been on a motorcycle?" Omi asked, innocently. Aya, who'd been staring at the younger boy intently, swore that at those words, his face drained of all color.

~*~

Omi chuckled as Nagi gripped his waist for dear life. They were only halfway to the park, and Nagi had only just stopped making small, frightened noises at the speed and reckless, almost careless way Omi drove down the busy streets. Omi loved his motorcycle; He loved the speed, the freedom... the way it made Nagi clutch onto him like that...

Inside the privacy of his helmet, Omi blushed scarlet.
Careful not to lose control, he reached up with one hand and flipped on the communicator he and Ken had spent all day building into all their helmets. Despite his efforts, the bike swerved ever so slightly, and in a chain reaction, Nagi held onto him even tighter.

"You okay back there, Nagi?" he asked lightly, unable to keep the note of laughter out of his voice. Nagi jumped when he realized the helmets also doubled as a two way radio.

"ARE YOU INSANE!?!" he nearly screeched, clearly terrified. Omi couldn't help it; he laughed.

"Nope. No insanity here. You?"

"How can you RIDE this THING?! EVERY DAY?!"

"How do you think I get too and from school? If you hadn't noticed, the koneko IS rather far from the school building."

Feeling comforted by the 'normalness' of the conversation, Nagi began to slowly relax, his deathgrip loosening. "Yes. I suppose you're right. The school IS closer to my house. I usually walk."

In an abrupt change of subject, Omi asked Nagi about Juliet. "How are you coming on your lines?" Nagi quoted the first few lines of his part, pitching his voice softer, and also slightly higher. The end result was he sounded like a girl with a husky voice. Omi chuckled.

"What?" Nagi released him more and more as he calmed. Omi almost missed the contact. "You sounded like a girl when you said that." Absently, he wondered about the normalcy of the conversation. His mind trailed over how strange it was that just a few nights ago, they'd tried to kill eachother, and now here they were, chatting amiably as though they'd been friends all their lives. Nagi bristled. "I AM playing as a female for this ridiculous farce of a play, you know."

"Hai, hai. No need to get so touchy. Its very cute."

It was Nagi's turn to clam up. Omi wished like hell he could see Nagi's face. He'd bet his bottom dollar the other boy was blushing. Briefly, he wondered where Nagi's sexual preferences lay. Omi was admittedly and openly gay, though it didn't deter the girls one bit. They still chased him with as much ardor as ever. They'd given him two whole days to himself when he'd first introduced a boy from his school, Shuichi Shindou, as his boyfriend. On the third they, they were trying to turn him straight. He'd seen more skin of his female classmates than he'd ever wanted to think about in those first few months.

The ride continued in companionable silence for a while, when signs about the park entrance started popping up. The trip had been relatively smooth, with no turns or anything. Omi knew that the turn into the park was very sharp, and had to be taken steeply or they'd crash. Being considerate, he gave Nagi the heads up about the turn. "Better hold on tight."

"What?" He took the turn as he needed to, the bike coming perilously close to the asphalt of the road in a sharp acute angle ( > ). "GHYYYYAAAHH" Nagi latched onto him so hard that Omi was worried about all his ribs staying in one piece. Suddenly, he felt the bike slowing down inexplicably. Nagi was trembling, but oddly still, and no matter how much he gunned the motor, the bike continued to roll to a stop. Omi took a wild stab in the dark, and said, "Stop that."

"St-stop what?" Nagi nearly whimpered, the momentary distraction telling Omi everything he needed to know, as the bike leapt forward again.

Omi almost chuckled. "Stop slowing the bike down."Instantly, the bike jumped forward again, and Omi had to nearly slam the brakes on to keep from hitting something. Nagi apologized sullenly, not happy about admitting how frightened he'd been. Omi found it endearing.

After rolling the bike to a stop in one of the narrow parking spaces designed specifically to fit motorcycles, Omi hopped off, and helped Nagi. He rememebered his first ride on a motorcycle, and kept one arm around Nagi's waist to help him stay on his feet while the initial 'legs of jelly' feeling passed."Sorry," Omi said, sheepishly. "I should have given you more than a two second warning, huh?" Nagi gave him a shaky glare. Neither boy realized that Omi had yet to take his arm from around Nagi's waist.

Several feet away, someone watched with a dark glare. //How dare they?//

Oblivious, they moved into the park, and began practicing the motions and lines. Halfway through, Omi paused to restart their conversation. "I'm really sorry about that. Next time I'll have Aya-kun or Yoji-kun drive us in the car." He winked at Nagi, who blushed.

After a small pause of silence, Nagi looked at him. "Um... Which ones are Aya and Yohji?"

"Oh... Sorry... Balinese.. and Abyssinian." he clarified. Nagi regretted asking, as instantly, Omi'd relaxed, friendly mood evaporated as he switched from Omi to Bombay. Nagi was just about to feel bad when something else trickled through his brain. "Next time?"

Omi paled a bit, then glanced away, a small blush heating his cheeks. "Oh... well.. I meant... er... .... Let's practice some more, shall we?"

Nagi laughed, a full, throaty sound, and Omi found himself becoming entranced with the way he laughed. //Great... you've known the guy... REALLY known him... all of twenty four hours, and you're acting like you're in love..... with......him.....// Omi stumbled over his own thoughts, and banished them from his mind.
After he stopped laughing, Nagi was kicking himself. They'd been getting along like friends, something Nagi tried to pretend that he didn't need, aside from online. Then he'd had to go and blunder into something stupid, and turned Omi back into Bombay. It occupied him for another few hours, until he interrupted one of Omi's lines with a burst of, "Schwarz sucks."

Omi was so thrown off by the interruption that he forgot his next line. "What?"

Nagi turned to him. "Schwarz sucks," he insisted again. "If there were no Weiss or Schwarz, we could've been friends."

Omi regarded him silently for a moment. At times he wasn't sure that he was almost eighteen, and Nagi almost 17. Sometimes, Prodigy seemed so much older and more mature than he did. Some part of him was secretly pleased at this outburst from Nagi. It proved he really was just a sixteen year old kid.

"You're right. So..."

"So...." Nagi sighed, and a sad look came into his eyes. "We probably shouldn't do this again."

"NO WAY!" Nagi looked like a startled rabbit. "I like you. And you're right; if there were no weiss and schwarz, we COULD'VE been friends. We both are mostly alone, and we both love computers, right? So at school, and during anything to do with school, we're just Omi and Nagi-kun, okay?' Nagi was secretly thrilled at the 'kun' suffix Omi attached to his name. "Just Omi and Nagi..." he mused softly. "Hai." Omi said authoritatively. "Abyssinian is Aya. Balinese is Yohji, and Siberian is Ken." He inclined his head to Nagi, asking a silent question.

"Mastermind is Schuldig. Berserker is Farfarello, and Oracle is Brad Crawford. We usually call him Crawford."

Omi tried out the unfamiliar names. "Farufarehroh? Shurudigu? Burado... Kurafaado...?" Nagi nodded. Omi made a face. "What strange names.""Gaijins. Schuldig's German. Crawford's from America, and I'm pretty sure Farf is Irish." Nagi found it almost disturbingly easy to talk to Omi. He guessed it was because they WERE so similar. Both were loners, hackers, and assassins. That wasn't something you found in people on the street every day. He was jolted out his reverie by Omi jumping to his feet.

"OH NO! I was having such a good time talking with you I TOTALLY lost track of time!"
Nagi looked up. Indeed, it was almost dark, the sun just haing set below the horizon. "I gotta go. Can you get home alright, or do you need a ride?" Nagi glared in the direction of the motorcycle, and shook his head. "It's just a few minutes walk.""Okay. Bye!" Omi darted off, dashing for the bike he left in the parking lot. Nagi smiled to himself as he left. In the near darkness of twilight, someone else smiled as well.
Omi was just fixing everything on his bike when someone tackled him. He sucked in a breath to call out for help when a hand was thrust over his mouth and nose, silencing him, and cutting off his air supply.

"Well well...What have we here? A little lost kitten? And so far from home, too..." The voice was a terrifyingly familiar one.

//Farfarello!//

He could see a single golden eye glinting at him manicly in the lamplight.

"Got to teach the little kitty not to touch what isn't his,"

~*~
-Back at Nagi's 'house', the top floor of an elegant and expensive hotel-

Nagi walked in the door and took off his shoes. Crawford and Schuldig were in the living room. Schuldig was playing a video game, while Brad read the newspaper."Where's Farf? In his cell?" Nagi asked, looking around. Schuldig paused his game. :"Nope. Don't know where he is. He was being calm, so Crwaford let him out. He went downstairs a few hours ago, and hasn't been back up since. Why?"Crawford sudenly dropped the paper, a faraway, glassy look to his eyes. Nagi and Schuldig waited patiently for the vision to pass before asking him about it. All he said was "shit", before getting up. Schuldig followed him, curious, and so did Nagi, both wondering what could have caused their normally imperturbable leader to _swear_ like that. The trio ended up at the park Nagi had just left. They saw Farfarello leaning over something that was struggling. Nagi offhandedly noticed a familiar motorcycle still sitting in the same spot. His heart sank.

"Nagi!" Crawford barked. "Grab Farafarello and hold him back before he kills him!"

Nagi used his powers to yank the mad irishman away, and held him immobile. "Restrain him," came the next order, and Nagi was set to work tying the bonds around his hands and feet, and couldn't see if it was Omi or not, and whether they were okay. //Please...don't let it be Omi...//

Crawford knelt beside him. There was suspiciously little blood, and the boy was curled up in a tight, protective ball. "Are you alright? Bombay! Answer me!" Omi opened his eyes, realizing Farfarello was gone. "Hai... I'm fine..." He looked at his rescuer. "Oracle!"

Nagi's heart did flip-flops inside his chest.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Crawford asked again. Omi smiled reassuringly. "Yes. I'm alright." He looked down. "Um... Thankyou."

Crawford and Nagi were the only ones who heard Schuldig's analysis.

//What do you mean?// asked Nagi.



A cellphone went off suddenly, breaking the silence. Omi leapt to his feet. "Oh NO! The guys! I'm late! Thankyou, Crawford-san! Bye Nagi-kun!" He swung one leg over the bike and zoomed off. Schuldig shuddered.

"How he rides that thing without fear of his life, not even I'll ever know." Nagi grinned at that, savoring his memories, his worry pushed to the side.

~*~

Omi rushed in through the back door of the Koneko, and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The others were already dressed and waiting for him.

"I'm SO sorry guys! I lost track of the time, and then the bike wouldn't start!"

Aya glared for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Go get dressed. We'll get it looked at tomorrow. We're leaving as soon as you're ready."Omi nodded, and slipped into his room to change. Once there, he locked the door, and went into his bathroom. It wasn't until he was in there that he allowed himself to relax, and examine his wounds. Three puncture wounds from the knife. Not very deep, but they bled like hell. Painful, too. He gingerly cleaned them up, and bandaged them, then dressed in his customary 'assassin clothes.'

~*~

For the second time in as many hours, Crawford had a vision about Omi. This time, though, he'd been chatting idly with Schuldig mentally, and the telepath was shared in the vision.

((Omi was running. He was dizzy, and felt sick, blood loss and adrenaline going to his head. He was sure he was going to pass out when he ran smack into one of the guards. The guard was about five times his size, and resembled a large bear, but Omi couldn't focus on him. All he could think was 'don't pass out... don't pass out... don't pass out....' The bearlike guard grinned, and grabbed him.
"well, well, well... looky what we got here... a _rat_.... i hate vermin." he pulled out a gun. "they should all be exterminated" he cocked back the hammer, and took aim....))



Schuldig gasped for breath as reality returned with crashing force. He hated getting caught up in Brad's gift. The man's mind was like a vice, and getting out was almost as hard as getting in. This time, though, he noticed it'd had the same effect on Brad as it had on him. "What was that?" he asked as soon as Crawford regained his composure.

"We have to find out where Weiss is tonight, or Bombay will die." was his response. Schuldig rolled his eyes, and called up to Nagi.



//What do you mean, can I hack Kritiker?// came the disdainful reply. //Of course I can hack them!//

"Good! Do it!" he called up using his voice instead of his mind. Nagi blew a loud rasberry in return.

Not even five minutes later, he came down, a slip of paper in his hand. "They're at the docks, by the wharf. Hitting some drug/crimelord. Why?"

Crawford stood. "Get your jacket. We're leaving."

"What? Why?"

Crawford looked at him evenly. "Do you WANT Bombay to die?" Nagi paled. "Then hurry up."

~*~

Omi was dizzy. Everything around him was spinning. He knew it was blood loss combined with the adrenaline rush from the mission. Omi was pretty sure he was going to pass out soon. Suddenly, a large shape filled his vision. One of the crimelords personal body guards. the man was the size of a large grizzly bear.

"Well, well, well..." He even growled like a bear. "Look what we have here. A RAT. I hate vermin." Omi was aware of the gun being drawn. "They should all be exterminated."

The hammer clicked back. The trigger made a small clicking noise of its own when it was pulled, but it was all but drowned out by the roar of the bullet spinning through the barrel.

Omi wasn't even aware of hitting the wall a few feet away. His eyes were closed, blood pouring from the wounds in his stomach.

Nagi ripped the bear-guard apart from the inside. He died without ever uttering a sound. Nagi dropped to the ground beside Omi's lifeless body, and gathere him close.

END CHAPTER TWO


Authors Note: FINALLY!!! ITS TYPED! The long awaited update is FINALLY HERE!!! it took me HOURS to type that up! I can't believe i wrote so much. It seems so much shorter when I'm reading it. I have the whole story written (which is WEIRD for me to have FINISHED a fanfic) but now that I have started typing, I'm not gonna stop.. Well, I'm stopping for tonight. My back hurts, my arms hurt, my fingers are tired, and my eyes burn from staring at a computer screen for so long. To the peope who are about to complain: yes, I know Omi and Nagi are starting to like eachother a little to quickly. bite me. its my story, go with it. i wrote it for me. i'm also aware that i'm not doing a very good job of it, and i know that the romeo and juliet spin has been done done and over done again. AGAIN: bite me, its my story. no ones forcing you to read it. good reviews are entirely welcome. so are bad ones for that matter, but bad ones are more likely to be ignored. if you don't like my story, don't read it. simple as that.
okies. chapter three coming within the week! I PROMISE!