Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hopeless Dreams ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Hopeless Dreams

By Goth Koneko

Warnings: Rape, prostitution, pimping, language, torture, child rape, evil incestuous things and other bad things

Disclaimer: I do not own WK.

Pairing: CrawfordxOmi (will change later)

Rating: R

Feedback: yes plz!

goth_koneko@hotmail.com

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*Mumbles * exams are evil. They shouldn't exist I tell you! Okay I wrote this when I supposedly had to finish my exam…. Which I didn't ^^;

A flashback chapter! Yayness! Now you get to know to the whole story (except who's Omi's B/F is)on how they met! It gets GRAPHIC one point! 'Nuff rambling, here's chapter 5!!!!!!!

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It was raining heavy outside, the sky dark and air cold. Omi sat up in his room gazing out the window thinking. The festival was coming up soon and predictably his father couldn't take him. What was a 14-year-old to do? A loner 14-year-old? Ever since he transferred to that private school that his father highly praised he's been noting of a loner. Brilliant, but none the less a loner.

Omi sighed. Sometimes life was just unfair.

His eyes wondered to his half-finished report on the desk, lying in scattered piles along with books and pens. He sighed again. Due tomorrow and he wasn't even near finished. He uncurled from his position from the window and trudged over to the table glaring at the hateful paper. Omi grabbed his neglectful bag from under the desk and shoved in his papers and books. Might as well finish it at the library. He thought.

He snatched his jacket from the closet and proceeded down the stairs. He passed the living room where his father was watching TV. He peeked in making sure he wasn't looking and sneaked out the front door. He knew he was forbidden to go anywhere on Sundays, for what reasons he was unaware.

Omi realized too late that he had forgotten his umbrella had faced with cold downpour.

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He was soaked to the bone by the time he got to the library. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking it from any excess water and peeling his soggy jacket off. He walked through the library, his sneakers sloshing and squeaking on the marble floor. He found a place to sit by the back and proceeded to unpack all the needed materials.

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Omi worked on his report vigorously, but sleep was catching up to him. His eyelids grew too heavy for him to keep open, he slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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Someone shaking his shoulder waked him up, abruptly ending his dream. Omi gazed sleepily like a kitten- up at the person who woke him up. Fiery red hair and a grinning face greeted him. He's handsome. His cheeks flushed a slight pink on what he thought.

"It's closing time." The man said, his hand still not moving off Omi's back.

Omi blinked. Closing time? He checked his watch and sure enough it was 5 p.m.

Panic hit him. "Oh god, he's going to kill me!" Omi cursed as he quickly gathered up his things and stuffed then into his bag. He bowed to the man. "Arigotou, for waking me up!" and ran towards to door.

Not noticing the "Caution: Floor Wet" sign, Omi promptly slipped and fell backwards on his back.

The stranger was back with a concern look on his face. "Hey, you alright?" he asked, sitting the boy up carefully.

Omi's face flushed with embarrassment. "Hai…" he replied quietly, taking quick glances at the stranger.

The red head helped Omi to his feet. "How 'bout I give you a ride back to you place. "he offered. "Looks like you're in a bit of a hurry. Besides it's raining and a cute thing like yourself shouldn't get sick."

Omi's eyes bugged out. Was this guy just hitting on me? Wait…did he say I was cute?

"Well?"

Omi looked out through the doors and saw it was indeed still pouring buckets outside. He really didn't want to walk in the rain.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything." He said meekly.

The stranger grinned. "It's no inconvenience to me."

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Omi sat in the passenger front seat, squirming. His father was going to be furious with him, unless that is, if he noticed he was gone.

"You okay?" the red head asked.

"I'm fine. Thank you" he lied. He was so scared to what his father might do to him, he was probably shaking visible.

Omi remember the last time he went out on a Sunday, he was beaten black and blue from bottom up. He shivered.

He didn't realize that the car had stop at the lights and the stranger pulled a blanket from the backseat and wrapping it around his shoulders until the soft material touched his skin.

He blushed. "Arigotou."

"No problem."

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The car pulled up to the house and pulled up by the curb by the youth's request.

"Thank you very much for the ride!" Omi hoped out, bowing.

The red head smiled. "As I said, it was no problem."

"Thank you again."

"Take care!"

Omi ran up to the house and silently opened the door. He was just in a few inches

When someone pushed him in and slammed the door shut.

"Well, well, well, looks like the baby is back." A voice sneered form the darkness.

The youth cringed. So much for his father not knowing. "Gomen ne-"

A hand shot out and slapped the boy fiercely on the cheek. "I didn't say you could talk did I?!" Hs father gripped his wrist painfully. "Looks like the last lesson didn't do justice." He threw the boy down, looking down at him with icy eyes.

Tears swelled up in blues. He crawled over to his father, kneeling in front of him. Shame was embedded in his soul on what he did next. He sucked the hard swollen member of his father's, choking when his hips thrusted forward. Hands gripped his hair painfully, thrusting in and out of his mouth. Tears rolled down and muffled sobs sounded.

At last his father came, flooding his mouth with the bitter fluid. Omi was about to spite it out but his father's hand once again gripped his hair, yanking up. "Swallow it slut."

With disgust and shame, he did.

"That's a good little queer."

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Omi sat huddled up on a park bench. Tears streaming down his swollen, puffy cheeks. It was Saturday, a week after the incident. He was so a shamed of himself for not fighting back, but to obey like a little puppy dog. He spent most of the night vomiting. He always did spend most of his nights puking. At least he knew what was the cause of his anorexia.

Unknowingly, he was being watched by a far by a man with red hair. The red head has spotted the youth crying on the bench. His heart swelled at the image. He walked down the path towards him.

He held out a tissue to the sobbing by.

Omi shocked looked up at the stranger. "Oh, it's you." He sniffled.

"That sounded enthusiastic." He teased, still holding the tissue to the boy.

Omi took the tissue and said a little arigotou and wiped his eyes.

"You know, crying doesn't become you." The stranger said, sitting down beside Omi.

"A lot of things don't suit a lot of people."

"Really." He said. "Well, I know for a fact that you deserve to be happy and not have this depression."

Omi gave him a weird look. "You don't even know me. So how would you know what I deserve?"

The red head smiled. "I'm a pretty good judge of character."

Omi gazed down to the ground, finding the dirt interesting for some reason. "Why are you trying to cheer me up? You don't know me."

"Maybe, but I know when someone is depressed they shouldn't be alone."

"What are you, some sort of psychiatrist?"

The stranger chuckled. "Do I sound that nerdy?"

Omi shook his head. "You sound fine." Pink tinted his cheeks. Did he just say that?!

"I'm glad." He laughed.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Is that a smile I see?"

The youth giggled. "I suppose it is." He smiled.

"It suits you."

Omi blushed.

"You're so cute when you blush!" he chuckled. "But cute none the less."

Omi playfully punched him in the arm lightly, giggling. "Oh be quite you!"

"Why certainly."

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Months passed and their friendship turned into something more. The annual festival was here and the read head had invited Omi along. Thrilled, Omi didn't think twice about it.

He and the red head laughed as they played games and went on rides together. Omi spent most of his time and money at one of the games booth where you had to shoot with a cork loaded gun at the many targets and get one down. But it was proving more difficult than it looked.

The red head gazed over Omi's shoulder as the youth once again failed.

"This is impossible!" he shouted, laying the gun down.

The red head looked at the targets and examined it. An idea cam to mind. "How much for a game?" he asked Omi.

"$3 for 5 shots." He replied.

He forked over the $3 to the games dealer. He settled the rifle on his shoulder and took aim but instead of aiming directly for the center he aimed for the top. BAM! Down it went. Along with five more.

Omi was jumping up and down at the victory the red head held.

"Choose whatever you want." The game dealer said.

The red head turned to Omi. "You heard him! Pick whatever you want."

Omi choose a medium black bear with blue eyes. For some reason he like it. He hugged the red head. "Arigotou!"

The red head hugged Omi back "No problem."

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Later that evening, the red head pulled by the curb of Omi's house, shutting off the engine. "Well, that was certainly fun!"

"Yes it was! I had a great time, thank you." Omi was about to leave when a hand caught his wrist. He looked back.

"Omi I have a confession to make."

The youth looked at him perplex but settled back into his seat. "What is it?" he asked gently, seeing that the red head was nervous in saying what it was he wanted to confess about.

The red head stared into Omi's deep blue eyes. He opened his mouth but no sound came.

Omi smiled at him encouragingly.

Instead of words the red head bent over and captured Omi's lips with his.

Omi's mind froze at that moment but melted away just as fast. He responded back, moaning in the kiss.

They both parted soon after.

"I love you." The red head whispered into Omi's ear.

"I love you too." He smiled and gave one last kiss to his lover.

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Omi opened the door to his house. His entire being was floating, he was so happy. However, everything came crashing down as he saw his father standing in front of him, looking extremely pissed off.

"Had a nice time at the festival?" he spat.

Omi swallowed. Fear and panic was rising in him. A bad feeling washed over him. "Yes." He croaked.

"Who was that you were with?"

"A friend." He lied

Icy eyes narrowed. "Don't you fucking lie to me boy!" he yelled. Striking the youth in the face. "Who the fuck was that?!" he demanded, gripping his son's throat.

"My….my….."

"My what?!"

"Lover."

Glass shattered and cried filled the air.

"Get out! Get out! Get. Out!" His father roared, as he sent things flying.

Omi scampered out of the house, clutching his head as it bled, where the vase had hit him.

"And if you even dare to go back to your faggot boyfriend, I'll kill him!" his father yelled from behind.

Omi ran. He didn't know where, but he couldn't put his lover any danger, so he just ran. Ran away from the one and only true person he loved. Left him there to worry, to be shot….

TBC!

Dear god! I think this is my longest chapter I had ever written! God, I need reviews!

Can anyone still guess who it is????

Remember, a review from you is another chapter from me! ^_^V