Hopeless Dreams

By Goth Koneko

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

Disclaimer: I do not own WK. ;__;

Pairing: Nagi+Omi

Rating: R

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Oh, wow! We're nearing the end people ^_^

I finalized the outcome of the story, even though it might require a sequel.

But I won't say yet ~_^ You'll just have to read and find out!

Thank you again for the lovely reviews! * glomps *

Please keep on reviewing you wonderful people!

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Snowflakes fluttered down from the gray, dreary sky, land upon the dirty, salted slush, dying. Omi kicked the slush with his boots, watching it splat on the pavement passively. Since his conversation with Father Jei, Omi fell deeper into depression, especially when he was told that his lover was in the hospital in a coma he may never wake up from. The snow fell heavier from the sky, giving an illusion of endless clear whiteness.

The youth lifted his head up towards the sky, watching the snowfall in a hypnotic pattern. His blue eyes were sad with grief and suffering of now and then.

"What should I do?" he asked himself.

"You should do what your heart says." A voice said from behind.

Omi jumped, not really expecting anyone to answer. He swiftly turned around and met midnight eyes. "Nagi." He breathes with relief. "You really startled me." he scowled playfully.

A apologize smile graced Nagi's lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean too." He stood in front of Omi, his hands deep in his jacket. "I just saw you and wanted to say hi." He chuckles. "I guess I didn't really say hi, so hi."

Omi giggles. His depressed mood lifting a little. "Hi. So what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I guess I was walking around." He said while shrugging his shoulders. "To find the answer to my question."

Omi's head tilted to the side cutely, curious like a kitten. "The answer to what, may I ask."

A light blush tinted Nagi's cheeks and he turns his head the other way, hoping Omi didn't see. "I want to tell this person how I feel, but I think the other person won't be interested."

"Not interested?" Omi said. "What's not to be interested in you Nagi? You're smart, kind…" A blush spread to Omi's cheeks as well. "and cute." He whispered quietly.

Midnight blues widen at the other boy. "You think I'm cute?" he asks.

Omi nodded, still blushing fiercely. "Yes. I think you can really make this other person very happy." He smiles. "I know you'll find a way to tell this person how you feel when the time comes."

Before Omi could continue, warm lips pressed gently against his own. It wasn't a deep probing kiss, but a gentle caress of lips filled with love and longing. Omi closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Nagi parted after a moment, his head turned away in shame.

"I'm sorry Omi." He apologizes. "I shouldn't have done that."

Omi touches his lips where Nagi kissed his, feeling the tingle still there. So I was the person Nagi wanted to tell his feelings to. He thought to himself. A wave of guilt and sadness clenched his heart. But I have a lover. He looks towards the head bowed boy. But I don't want to hurt him. Tears shimmered in his eyes as he reached out to Nagi and pulled the other boy in for a tight hug.

"Nagi, I don't want to hurt you however I have a lover waiting for me back at home and he needs me now. Nagi, if it were any other way…." A finger was pressed up against his lips and he looked down at Nagi who looked up at him smiling.

"It's okay Omi." He whispers. "I know you don't want to hurt me but I understand that you have someone else that you love dearly." He smiles, tears rimming his eyes. "I only want you to be happy Omi and I'm more then happy to be your friend."

Omi pursed his lips together, the tears rolling down his cheeks however, they were not tears of sadness but tears of happiness. "Thank you so much Nagi, for understanding." He hugged the boy tighter. "And I would be the happiest person to have your friendship."

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It was dark when Omi returned home to his apartment, his mind determined on his decision. He was going back home no matter what, despite his father's warning, which he broke and shot him anyways, and Crawford's contract, he was leaving tonight. He reached his door and was about to slide his key into the keyhole when he noticed that his door was slightly ajar. Omi's hand started to shake with fear, but he swallowed it down and pressed his hand against the door to open it further. The room was dark, expect for the street lamp from under his window, the room seemed deserted. The youth walked timidly in, his eyes alert.

A hand reached out from the darkness and clamped it over the scared youth that yelped in shock. The person dragged Omi in slamming the door shut. Omi however, was not going to be taken down. He scratched at the hand that was held over his mouth and tried to kick him, anything to get away. Omi managed to pry the hand away, far enough anyways to bite into it and weasel out of his grip, but tore his jacket in the process.

The man howled in pain and anger as he held onto the wounded hand. "You damn little whore!"

Omi cringed when he realized who it was. "Crawford…" he muttered like it was death sentence. The fear paralyzed him in his spot. Ice cold adrenaline coursed through his veins like ice.

Crawford was already up standing over Omi like a giant ready to crush an ant. "You are so going to pay for that!" He sneered. His uninjured hand gripped something.

Omi caught a flash of silver from the streetlight and backed further into the wall in terror. It would have seemed like nothing to a normal person but it indeed something to take caution of. Crawford held a double bend mental hanger in his hand, a pimp stick as they refereed it too.

A sadistic grinned played on the older man's lips as he held the stick in his hands, ready to strike.

Omi cried out when Crawford lashed out at him, missing. The youth scampered towards his room, attempting to shut his door from the man. Crawford was faster then he would have thought. The man's foot lodged itself between the door and pushed it open with fury, knocking Omi to the ground with a hard thud.

The boy had no chance to defend himself because Crawford was on him in a second, tearing off his shirt and flipping him on his stomach. "I'm going to enjoy this." He said, bringing the metal switch upon Omi's bare back. Omi cried out, as the switch was repeatedly brought down on his back. Red, angry welts appeared and some where already turning blue and black from the sheer force and blood flowed freely from the cuts. Omi cried, hot tears spilling down and splattering onto the ground. Someone, please help me!

His mind screamed out.

Mercifully the blows stopped coming, but his back burned if still the stick was still hitting him. Omi then notice that the weight on his legs where gone and so was Crawford. Omi gingerly pushed himself up, pain shoot through his entire body as he sat up. Crawford was lying there, on his back. A great gapping hole bleeds from his skull and was seeping onto the floor, pooling around the cooling corpse. Omi's stomach lurched, his hand flying to his mouth, as he tastes the bile rising from the back of his throat. The boy looked frantically around the room seeing who shot him. Nothing but darkness was present. Omi took the opportunity and quickly gathered his things and stuffed then into a duffel bag.

He found a new shirt and pulled it on and a different jacket he pulled off the hanger. He rushed into the bathroom and upon the cabinet under the sink and snaked his hand upward to the pipes where a box was hidden. He carefully wrenched the box free and peered into it to see if the contents where still in. Money and a passport were in it. Omi stuffed the items into his jacket and left. He grabbed his bag and fled out the door, never once looking back.

TBC!

Well, that's it for chapter 6.

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