Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Human Nature ❯ Instant ( Chapter 2 )

Human Nature

Part 2: Instant

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. They are merely here for my amusement and your enjoyment. ^_^ Impressive Instant was written by Madonna and needless to say, I don't own the rights to that song.

Warnings: slight shonen ai. Omi+Nagi. Characters may be OOC…if so, tell me!!! Angst…

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Frozen hearts around us

Cannot understand

How we bare our hardships

And their demands

Tenaciously we cling to each other

Our walls broken and battered

Is that innocence I see?

Please…save me…

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Nagi stared at those cerulean eyes and honey dipped strands of hair. The wind blew and mussed up a few strands, causing those long, light tipped eyelashes to blink. Those eyes reminded him of the sky. A blue so blue that it was painful to look at. His body felt weightless. A delighted laugh almost bubbled out, but Nagi caught himself in time when Orlando began to struggle. He held onto him with a telekinetic band, but it wouldn't last for much longer and he didn't want to waste anymore of his powers on a piece of street trash like Orlando. No future, no past, Orlando reminded Nagi painfully of himself. The only thing that Nagi had was the present, and he wanted to spend all of his days flying in the sky of Omi's eyes. His cynical nature reinserted itself and he ridiculed himself for thinking such impossible thoughts.

`What am I thinking?…I can't get involved with someone like Omi. Sunshine and puffy clouds be damned, they have no place in my life.' But a voice in the back of his head insisted that he take this chance. His inner child didn't, couldn't let go of a chance to be free. His life had led him to mature too quickly and severely, a childhood spent living with demon-like parents and then on the streets. There were no children on the streets, only small adults reverted to crime in order to survive. Nagi had done many things that he wasn't proud of to get a scrap of food, but pride had no place in a slum like that. Survival of the fittest; you were either a victim or an aggressor. Nagi had become a victim in more than one way. His power, born of desperation and thriving in the slums of despair had led him to be shunned even by the most timid of victims. Only the stay animals on the streets had accepted him into their company, and so he had become little more than an animal himself until the day that Swartz found him. He respected all of his teammates, even if he didn't show it (although schu-schu must've known that by now) and they were his surrogate family. The family that he never had. Even if they killed for a living, there was something exciting about it, something that awoke in his blood and left him feeling exhilarated. A killing high, great, he was turning into Farfello…

He kicked Orlando hard, once in the gut. Orlando dropped to the ground groaning and looked more than a little stunned. Nagi didn't give him a chance to recover, he picked Orlando up once more and delivered a punch aimed for Orlando's nose. He heard a satisfying crack and smiled. Nose jobs always hurt the most; he had been on the receiving end for more times than he remembered. Orlando fell to the grass howling. What was once green was quickly turning to red, but Nagi kneeled beside him and began throwing punches, on his chest, face, neck, and kicked him severely in the balls. He was about to continue, but the frightened look in Omi's eyes stopped him.

"St..Stop," Omi whispered, "you're going to kill him if you continue…"

Nagi stared in confusion, "He molested you, why do you still care?"

A small smile ghosted on Omi's face as he replied, "I really shouldn't, but…somehow, I still feel that it would be indecent for him to die like this. He may be a worthless by-product of society, but that doesn't mean that I have to be. I care, not because of him, but because…" Omi stopped. He was the one being the hypocrite now. Didn't he do the exact thing every night of his life? He killed every one of those people in cold blood, why did he care if another "dark beast" got killed? He…just never…. he didn't prolong the deaths, they were as quick and clean as possible with his poison tipped darts. But this brutality! He was revolted and disgusted, but he couldn't defend his point. "Just let him go, I think he already got what he deserved."

Nagi sighed, but let go of Orlando, "Alright, get going, and you better watch your back, if I ever catch you molesting someone else, I won't stop. "

Orlando stumbled away, but turned back at the last moment to scream, "Burn in hell, Mother fu*ker!" He quickly scrambled away as a rock the size of his fist whizzed past his head.

Now that Orlando was gone, Omi turned his attention to the mysterious boy who had saved him. Rich lashes framed a pair of dazzling eyes, and smooth sable hair framed a youthful face that belied what he had just done.

Universe is full of stars
Nothing out there looks the same
You're the one that I've been waiting for
I don't even know your name

A pale hand reached down to help Omi up. Omi's inquisitive eyes broke the silence. They showed his confusion, anxiety, and also gratitude, but most of all, they showed Nagi a sense of confidence. Here was someone who could take care of themselves no matter what circumstances were thrown at them. Nagi couldn't stop staring at those jeweled orbs.

I'm in a trance
I'm in a trance

(Ding Ding Ding!)

The ringing bell broke their reverie. Both youths stood startled and quickly rushed to their next class with a regretful look behind them.

For the rest of the day, Omi often thought of that boy, with the mysterious eyes.

Cosmic systems intertwine
Astral bodies drip like wine
All of nature ebbs and flows
Comets shoot across the sky
Can't explain the reasons why
This is how creation goes

I don't want nobody else
All the others look the same
Galaxies are sliding into view
I don't even know your name…

After school, Omi slowly walked home. He had finished most of his homework in class. Of that he was grateful. Aya had probably accepted another mission. Omi sighed in exasperation, Aya and his moneymaking schemes. If there were any sound that Aya liked more in the world (besides the sound of his katana sliding into Takatori's flesh), then it'd have to be the sound of crisp dollar bills sliding into his wallet and the jingle of coins bouncing in his pocket. Who would've thought, Aya a miser…

*Grab*

"What the?" Omi turned around only to find himself slammed into a wall and pulled into a dark alley. Orlando's smirking face peered in front of Omi's and his putrid breath clogged Omi's nose. But as his face slowly moved closer, Omi brought his knee up, straight into Orlando's Achilles' heel (@_o; if you know what I mean ^____^). Omi brushed away the hair that had dropped into his face and reached into his jacket to grab a handful of darts. Orlando had recovered by this time and snarled, "You little piece of shit, I'll get you for that." He smiled nastily and continued, "Great Big Nagi-CHAN isn't here to protect you, and I won't be so gentle this time."

"If you could only catch me." Omi glared fiercely in response, "I thought that you had learned your lesson back there, and I was even willing to let you go, but obviously, I need to teach you a lesson."

"Huh, how's a sweet little baby like you gonna teach me anything? I don't need your preaching, but you'll be perfect for me to take my frustrations out on." Orlando lunged, but Omi reacted faster and swiftly bypassed him, delivering a fierce roundhouse kick, which threw Orlando against the wall that Omi had previously been up against. Omi pulled back his arm and took careful aim. He threw his darts with accuracy and pinned Orlando to the wall. Orlando tried to struggle free, but the wood that made the wall held the darts securely and no amount of effort could free him.

Omi walked up to Orlando, eyes dark and serious. He didn't enjoy doing this, but it had to be done. Orlando was going to change his ways or die. He pulled out one of his poison filled darts and leaned in real close. He changed his grip on the shaft of the dart and held it up to Orlando's face, right between his eyes. Seeing the fright in Orlando's crossed eyes would have almost been humorous if the situation had been different, but this was here and now, and no amount of wishing could get Omi out of this predicament.

"You have a choice," Omi began softly, gently, menacingly, "One that will decide your fate for the REST of your life. You can either apologize and stop this disgusting behavior, or suffer the consequences of your actions. The dart that you are staring at is filled with poison. Do you know what that means?" Orlando shook his head mutely and so Omi continued, "One drop will knock you out for 36 hours, two drops will result in a coma, in which you may never wake, and three…three will kill you. It's your choice, but you'd better think carefully."

`This punk didn't seriously expect him to believe his bluff did he?' He had faced scarier rats. However, he hadn't realized that this one had a backbone, it would only make his conquest more enjoyable. He decided to play along for now, but he'd get his revenge. He slowly slid his butterfly out of his sleeve and concealed it in his palm. Revenge against this sweet piece of meat would be exciting; things tightened just thinking about it, most notably, his pants. He pretended to panic and stuttered, "Al…all right! I'll change! I'll do anything you want me to! Just…just don't hurt me!"

This was exactly what Omi expected to hear. He had seen Orlando slide out his blade. "I'm sorry, " he began, "but I just don't believe you. You've made the wrong choice, but I'll try and make this painless." Omi slowly pulled on his gloves and watched Orlando squirm.

`He isn't going to do it! No! he won't, that little piece of shit's too much of a coward!' But when Omi leaned even closer, Orlando realized that Omi was in fact going to kill him. He gasped in surprise as a hand wrapped around his neck, cutting off his breath. "Who…" he rasped, "who are you?"

"I am Weiss." It was as simple as that in Omi's mind. Orlando gazed in confusion, eyes almost bulging from lack of air, but before he could say anything more, Omi thrust the poison tipped dart into his chest, directly above his heart. Orlando's eyes slid shut and he slumped in the confines of his bondage, never to awaken…terrorize…destroy again.

Omi's eyes filled with moisture, but not tears, no, never tears, because tears were for those that deserved them. He left the alleyway bare, but a thought stayed behind. `As ugly as humans get, as dirty and filthy with disease and regret, we still survive. In the end, it's a battle of wills and no matter how much I may regret my actions, someone's got to do it. I alone will stand in the shadows of society and take out the trash.'

~*~

A lone boy stood outside the gates of an empty school. Groups of laughing friends departed together, ready to go home and complete their homework, talk on the phone, and eat dinner. All the things that Nagi had to do without. A small, graceful, but sorrowful smile touched his features. What would a normal family be like? He had always wondered. Peering through the window of his life to the hazy memories of yesterday, he only saw sorrow and pain, regret and violence. A part of his mind screamed out `if only I had been normal' and yet another disagreed, `I would not be Nagi…people know me as a silent but morbid person. Someone you admired from a distance but didn't get to know. With so much blood on my hands, it's no wonder. I don't blame people for shunning me. After all, it's what they've been doing all my life, it just saddens me, to see how they treat people like me; someone who is not part of the accepted normality. Therefore, I will always be alone.'

Loud music blasted Nagi out of his silent soliloquy. Bright lights flashed out of a local club, but it was almost deserted. No one in their right mind would come to a club in the middle of the afternoon, which would suit Nagi just perfectly. He walked into the club, just barely flashing his I.D. The bouncer was lenient because of the time, but Nagi had come prepared anyway. Although underage, Nagi had already obtained a driver's license through Estet. Being in an influential crime organization had its perks after all, and according to Crawford, you could never be too prepared. Who knew when the rest of Schwartz (excluding Farfello…who would let that psycho drive??) would be injured or unable to drive? Nagi silently smirked to himself. This place really was deserted. Except for the occasional drug dealer, he couldn't see anyone else.

He headed toward the bar and sat down. The bartender was carefully polishing the shot glasses. After a second, she looked up and grinned. "Hey honey, aren't you a bit young for this place?"

"I got in didn't I?"

"Fair enough…what'll I get you?"

"Nothing alcoholic, I've seen that substance take away more lives than a gun."

"Point taken, but if you don't want any alcohol then why'd you come here?"

"I suppose I wanted some human company."

"I see, you want to come over to my place after my shift is over? I could show you a real good time…"

The offer hung in the air until Nagi snorted, "I'm not interested in women."

"Oh…I get it, so you're that kind of guy aren't ya…"

Nagi glanced at her incredulously, "You misunderstand…I'm not looking for anyone."

Now it was the bartenders turn to snort, "The Nile isn't just a river in Egypt you know, and I should know. I've been in a ton of relationships and you kinda get a knack for seeing these things after a while."

Nagi sighed, "Really, I'm not interested in anyone… and if you don't have anything else, water will be fine."

"Well all right, if you're sure about that kid, one water coming right up!"

Nagi sipped his water thoughtfully and glanced up, "What's your name by the way?"

"Shelly, just call me Shelly."

Nagi extended a pale hand, "Do you want to dance?"

She glanced at him quizzically but acquiesced and took his outstretched hand. "Sure why not? There's no one else in here anyway."

He lost himself to the music and danced like there was no tomorrow. Shelly was taken aback by the grace of his dance, it almost seemed as though he was only able to express all of his woes through his dance. She smiled and joined in.

I'm in a trance
And the world is spinning
Spinning baby out of control
I'm in a trance
I let the music take me
Take me where my heart wants to go

Nagi opened his eyes and found Shelly looking at him, but he didn't see warm honeyed brown. Light cerulean filled his gaze and he couldn't forget that blue. His eyes wandered down and rested upon her lips, but in his mind's eye, he was seeing another pair of sensuous lips. They were telling him to stop… to come closer… they were telling him to…

Kiss me

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TBC…