Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hopeless Dreams ❯ chapter four ( Chapter 4 )

Hopeless Dreams

By Goth Koneko

Warnings: Rape, prostitution, pimping, language, torture and other bad things

Disclaimer: I do not own WK.

Pairing: CrawfordxOmi (will change later)

Rating: R

Feedback: yes plz!

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I promise to write faster!

Farfie is totally OOC in this! You'll see what I mean when you read it. * hides* plz dun kill me.

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Lights flashed and music heavily pounded, were making the wall partially vibrate. People gather on the dance floor bumping and grinding, sweaty bodies rubbing together in the erotic beat. Further down beyond the far walls was the bar where couples assembled to get away from the rabid beat.

Omi sat on the barstool, sipping his drink absently. His body was tense and rigid, even the alcohol wasn't drowning the nervousness out. Crawford had a client set up for him earlier that evening and he was to meet him here.

The youth swallowed his drink back without choking and set the glass aside. He folded his arms on the countertop resting his head on his arms. He was already tired and he didn't even start. A yawn escaped his lips.

"Are you Angel?" A voice asked from behind Omi.

Omi lifted his head off his arms and turned around on his stool. His breath caught when he saw whom it was. There stood Father Jei however, he was not dressed in his regular priest clothing, but in a pair of black slacks and a light blue sweater.

"Father Jei?" asked Omi his voice cracking with unsaid emotions.

A smile appeared on his lips. "Yes Omi it's me." He replied reassuringly.

Omi just stared at the man who once protected him from his father's cruel will, the very man who kept his secret and never discriminated him because he was gay. Tears of joy and relief cascaded down his cheeks as he leapt from the stool into Father Jei's arms, sobbing.

Father Jei smiled down at the weeping boy, stroking his ginger coloured hair soothingly. "Its okay Omi, let it out."

Omi did let it out. All the pain and grief and abuse he had to suffer for the last 2 years. A ragged sob sounded and he gripped Jei's sweater tighter. The youth's mind was in turmoil. He thought he would never see any of his beloved friends again. Never.

His sobs subsided to sniffles.

The honey haired boy look up at Father Jei and smiled but frowned when he saw the ugly scar on the side of his face. Omi reached up and brushed the scar with his fingertips.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice quivering.

Father Jei smiled down at him.

"Nothing for you to worry about, Angel." He answered. Jei wiped away Omi's tear streaked face with a napkin.

The youth looked perplexed. Wait a minute? How did he know my street name? His mind reeled. Omi looked up at Jei again. Could it be that he's my client?!

"What's wrong Omi?" He asked concerned.

Omi swallowed the building lump in his throat. Anxiety was getting to him.

"How-how do you know my street name? And where I was going to be tonight?"

Jei looked at him startled, turning his head to the side, avoiding those deep blue eyes. "The truth is I was searching for you." He paused. " I was told by some other street people that you were working on the streets for a man named Crawford. I met him and said I wanted to buy you out for the night. He said fine, but he would set up the meeting spot." He hesitated to look. "And here I am."

Shock and disbelief flooded Omi. He couldn't believe that Father Jei would come for him, actually he thought everyone from his past has forgotten about.

Fresh tears welled up in his eyes, head bowed. A wave of guilt and depression hit him. "He doesn't know, does he?" he sniffled. "of course he wouldn't. I ran away and left him. I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me now."

Father Jei gaped at the boy like he was crazy. "Omi, he's the one who actually found you not Me," he said. "He was looking for you since you ran away. He's currently in the-" Jei stopped suddenly.

Omi furrowed his brow. "He's currently where?" he demanded.

Jei gazed somewhere else. He didn't want the youth to worry over his boyfriend but he couldn't stand lying to Omi. Gathering his courage he faced him.

"He's in the hospital as he speak."

Omi's mouth dropped.

Father Jei continues. "After you left he searched everywhere for you. He came here not even two months ago seeking you."

"What happened?" Omi asked hesitantly, not wanting to know the truth.

He sighed. "When he came back," Jei ceased, his emotions bombarding him.

The youth reached out and placed his hand on the trembling priest's and smiled up at him, even though tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please Father, tell me."

And told he did. "When he returned, your father shot him."

Nothing could describe what Omi felt. The lie of his own father's words echoed in his head loudly. "If you ever go back to your faggot lover, or even have the slightest contact with him, I'll kill him!"

Kill him.

TBC

I wonder who Omi's boyfriend is? Can anyone guess?

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