Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Human Nature ❯ Encounter ( Chapter 1 )

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Human Nature

Part 1: Encounters

By Aries

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. They are merely here for my amusement and your enjoyment. ^_^

Warnings: slight shonen ai. Omi+Nagi. Angst…

Comments: thanks to those who have taken the time and reviewed! I'd love comments, criticism, anything... I know this took a long time, but bear with me ^_^;;; Also, I know that Nagi is younger than Omi (15 to 17) but for my fic, you can just assume that Nagi's really smart and that he skipped a couple of grades…why else would he be called prodigy?? Now, on with the fic!!!

` Thoughts '

" Spoken words "

< Mental dialogue >

( Sound effects )

~*~

I am lonely.

Lonely after meeting you.

I cry out for human comfort.

Let me see that hidden side of you.

I want to learn who you are.

Teach me,

Guide me,

To eternity…

~*~

Omi opened his eyes and blinked. He rubbed them briefly and blinked again. Nope, his eyes weren't tricking him, it was 7:00 AM. He hopped out of bed and ran all the way down to the bathroom. He shivered from the cold wooden paneled floor, with only thin cotton boxers to ward away the frozen landscape of their apartment. He hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth.

`Hmm…I hope I'm not getting another cavity after my last filling and the talking to Aya gave me.'

Omi shuddered in remembrance, then scampered back to his room, side-stepping all the various moving boxes, to get dressed. He threw on a pair of khakis and a Polo sport shirt, and ran to the kitchen.

`Thank all the gods for Ken!' Omi thought and grabbed the piece of toast Ken had left behind, anticipating a late Omi. They had been together for long enough that Ken knew instinctively when Omi would wake up. Call it an instinct, call it Ken's mother hen complex, or call it anything you want. It worked.

Omi searched frantically for his backpack and finally located it under a bunch of playboy magazines. He stifled an urge to have a gushing nosebleed and hastily retrieved his pack.

`I swear, Yohji really needs to clean up his possessions. First he brings all of his dirty mags with him, even when Aya practically broke the windows trying to get him to trash them after the last move, and then he dumps them right over my school bag. I bet he just does it to provoke me. On second thought, I know he does it to provoke me.'

Omi dashed out the door with the piece of toast stuffed in his mouth, scrambling to get his sneakers on while locking to door at the same time. He checked his watch and started running.

`7:20, good lord, I have to make it by 7:30, or else I'll be late for homeroom again.' He smiled humorlessly and ran on, dashing across a busy intersection just as the light was turning red. He dashed past a bakery and heavenly wafts of food baking drifted towards his nose. Dreams of jelly filled donuts abruptly vanished when he nearly plowed straight into a speeding car. Its horn blared as the driver screamed profanities at him.

A huge black limo pulled up beside him and he stared in surprise. The window rolled down to reveal Ouka's face.

"Hop in Omi, is it?"

"Yes, thank you very much," and without further ado, Omi clambered in and sat down, dropping his bookbag on the floor of the limo with a thud.

"Ouch, what's in that bag Omi? From what I can hear, it sounds like a ton of bricks." Ouka winced in sympathy.

Omi chucked in amusement and replied, "well, these books certainly feel like bricks. It must be some ongoing joke among the teachers to see which one of us gets turned into Quasimoto first!"

"Yeah, I guess we should be grateful, you know that everyone says that Quasimoto was the most attractive man to ever walk the face of this earth!"

"Oh, your just impossible!" Ouka laughed aloud, but Omi glanced at her in surprise. He had heard that laugh someplace before…he couldn't tell how long it had been since he had heard a genuine laugh.

They pulled up to the school just in time to make it to homeroom and Omi thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to face the wraith of his teacher. They walked to Room 127 together, discussing last night's homework assignment.

"I can't believe that our teacher gave us that writing assignment…remember a childhood memory indeed."

Ouka glanced at Omi in consternation for a moment, noticing his downcast eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" she asked hesitantly, not wishing to offend her new friend. She could see by the dark circles under his eyes that he had not been sleeping well. Ouka resolved to get to the bottom of this and help Omi in anyway possible. He was the only one who had never sucked up to her just because her father was an important man; he actually didn't even seem to notice, and that felt good. She hated other people's false warmth, it gave her the chills and always put her in an uncomfortable position. She couldn't go to her brothers for help though, they always took their wealth for granted and the attention that came with it. Perhaps it also had to do with her choice of a public school, but after two months in a private boarding school, she couldn't go on.

After a pause, Omi replied, "nothing, I guess. It's just that I don't remember much of my past. I had amnesia when I was younger and the guardians I have now aren't even my parents."

It was more than Omi had wanted to reveal, but the words just poured out of his mouth, and when he noticed, it was already too late. He knew his past and present were darker than that, but some things are better left unsaid in the light of day.

"Oh Omi, I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Ouka felt bad for asking, but obviously, this had preoccupied Omi, and it seemed as though he needed to get it off his back. They reached the door and Ouka grasped the knob, opening the door for Omi. He smiled in gratitude and stepped inside. The first thing that greeted him was a pair of sapphire blue eyes. Soulful eyes hidden behind a mask of uncaring, but that was just the nature of people. If there was something you didn't want people to know, you hid it. Some were better than others were, but he could see through this one; probably because his was of the same variety. Same flavor, different beast. He met them quite literally when he bumped into the boy. He stepped in just as the boy stepped out. They paused briefly as if to appraise each other.

~*~

`Why was that boy staring at me? It was almost as though he was trying to see through me, into me, beyond my façade. I don't need and I don't want people digging for my past. Nosey people brought problems, and problems were one thing that Nagi did not need in his life. His teammates already thought that he was at the brink of insanity, but who were they to talk when one of them had already dived into the deep end? Omi was cute though, in a boyish sense, but then, Shuldich always told me that too. Shu could annoy the living hell out of me sometimes, I don't think there's anything worse than that dreaded Bishonen nickname Shu uses. My name is Nagi! Not bish, bishi, or Bishonen!' Nagi thought as he padded silently down the hallway. He entered the bathroom to splash water onto his face. It was the one habit that he couldn't break, even when getting off the streets. A burly boy glared at him for disrupting his make-out session with his girlfriend but one glance from Nagi cured him of his annoyance. Everyone in school knew that although he was slight, Nagi Naoe was not to be messed with, he had surprisingly strong attacks, but the assailant usually collapsed even before a punch was laid. No one ever suspected telekinesis, although Crawford would kill him if he ever found out. Which was why Nagi never offered the information, and why Shuldich always smirked when Nagi came home from school. `Stupid German telepaths…'

<Shu! Get out of my head! You know that I hate it when you do that!>

(slam) The lovesick couple left…

<Shu, I mean it! I have to get back to class! And stop calling me that! > I warned. I wanted Shuldich out of my head and I wanted him out now. I didn't want him discovering that I had been thinking about that new kid. I'd be teased for life… to say nothing of the suggestive comments.

<Shu? Are you there? >

Shrugging, I dried my face and left the bathroom. I still didn't lower my shields though. I didn't trust the German to leave, just like that. Well, if he wanted to come along for the ride, I didn't mind, as long as he wasn't digging through my brain. It was twisted enough, thank you very much, without him adding additional thoughts into my head. I walked calmly down the hallway, my shoes making nary a sound. I had perfected the art of tiptoeing since before I could walk, first from my abusive parents, and then out on the streets. I don't know how many times it's saved my life. My parents… if there was ever an award for Worst Parents of the Century, then it'd be them. My father just sat around and got stinking drunk every day, while my mother actually went out and worked, only to blow all of it on drugs. My father died in a pile of his own vomit, and my mom left soon after. She hated kids, but that old hag's probably dead by now. I won't even go into how much my life stank, but that's in the past and I try not to remember my parents. Parents? Hah, a dog could've cared after me better then they did. They may have brought me into this world, but that doesn't make them my parents. They always called (--more like screamed-) me a mistake. That's the only point they ever made that I agree with. However, humans have a funny trait of clinging on to life by claw, tooth, and nail. So even though I was a mistake, I still survived. Perhaps that is why I'm with Schwarz; I want to be something larger than myself, to forget my tribulations and to be able to have a purpose in life. That's what normal humans have, don't they? If they can have hopes and dreams, why can't we, their black shadows? I reached my classroom and walked through the door. Everyone enjoyed themselves while they waited for the bell to ring and class to start. I couldn't do that though. What was so enjoyable about school anyways? I took out my binder and pretended to go over last night's homework. Yet another grade down the drain. We had had a mission last night and didn't get back until two in the morning. I barely managed to write a couple of sentences before falling asleep at my desk. My neck still ached in memory. I had hastily printed out my essay before school this morning and begged Schu for a ride. Of course, high and mighty Schu wouldn't degrade himself by helping me. Oh no, I believe his exact words were, "I'm not your fucking chauffeur, Nagi, now get away from me." I ended up running all the way to school. Some freaking limo almost ran me over at the front gates but I didn't have any time to lose. I rushed in, only to discover that I was ten minutes early. TEN whole wonderful glorious extra-time-to-sleep minutes early! Urgh, Shu must have reset my clock, that bastard. I'll get him for that one. Ah well, at least I wasn't tired when I got here. One of the only benefits of being an assassin is that I'm in good shape. I have to be. I mean, when your job is to kill, you don't want to be out of shape. Ever heard of a wheezing assassin? Nope, cuz in this line of work, it's kill or be killed. Don't get me wrong though…with this fifty pound back-pack, there'd be no way that I could possibly run 30 blocks in 15 minutes, unless I was Superman. Hah! Now there's a thought! Me…a superhero. That was so funny I almost forgot to laugh. However, my handy dandy telekinesis sure came in handy. That's right folks, come and gawk at the circus freak! Fortunately, I ran so fast that people barely saw me. I was only a breath of wind to them. Now, if only other things in my life were so simple.

~*~

`That mysterious boy's gaze was intense. I couldn't look away and I didn't want to. I didn't have time to speculate further though, because the teacher entered and the whole room hushed. I had never seen a man as massive as he was. He could've been 6'6" easily, but it wasn't his size that caught your attention, it was his presence. He emanated a serene air around him that was totally at odds with his size. That didn't mean that he couldn't beat you into a bloody pulp though. Now there was someone I didn't fancy fighting.'

The rest of the morning passed pretty quickly. Omi got reprimanded for not turning in his homework, but the teacher was lenient because he was new and foreign. The teacher, Mr. Omasa warned him not to forget his homework again. Next time, it would be after-school detention. Homework was a large part of the grade in his class, and it had better be turned in. Omi meekly nodded yes, and quickly departed.

~*~

After a quiet lunch, Omi walked out onto the campus grounds and decided to relax for the remaining period. He settled down onto the grass and relaxed under a giant oak tree, only to be rudely interrupted when he was jumped.

The newcomer smirked at him and said, "Hi Sweet-cheeks, you're new here ain't you? Well, we have an initiation for all new gals at this school, and since you look too girly to be a boy, why don't you give me a nice big kiss? I promise I won't grope you in more…sensitive areas." As if to reinforce his demand, Omi could feel a small butterfly against his left wrist.

He almost laughed at the aggressor. If he was trying to be a badass, it wasn't working. He could just picture the boy's future, a gangster with no future chasing ten-cent whores. Just when he was about to disagree, the boy leaned closer and kissed him. Omi was horrified but before he could do anything, the boy was pulled roughly off of him.

~*~

Nagi walked onto the quad, intent on getting to his next class, when he saw Orlando Lynche threatening another girl. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was sexual abuse. Nagi had seen and experienced enough of it in his time on the streets to despise anyone who would prey on people like that. He rushed over and violently pulled Orlando off the girl, only to discover that the "girl" was not a girl after all. Startled cerulean eyes looked up at him as he stared at the new exchange student, Omi Tsukiyono…

TBC…

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*Scampers off to write the next chapter