Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Nagi sighed as he wiped Omi's head carefully, noting the pain crease in the boy's forehead. 'Why am I even here?' he wondered. 'Taking care of a Weiss member...' He plunged the cloth back into the water, and squeezed out the excess water. 'Why did I listen to her?'

"He was crying, Nagi."

'Crying... how childish.'

"All those voices, screaming in agony, all in his head... I don't know if he can... survive that..."

His hand trembled as Nagi placed the washcloth on the prone boy. 'I shouldn't care if a Weiss member survives, but... he's older than me, and he just now had his power awakened...' Angry with himself, Nagi ripped the cloth off Omi's forehead, and dunked it back into the water. 'I shouldn't care, but I do.'

Omi moaned, and he belatedly remembered about the fact the young Weiss's power being telepathy... 'That must have... stop thinking!'

"Is someone there?" Omi whispered, his voice soft and husky with sleep. His eyes opened and blearily landed on Nagi. "Hm? Who..." The boy's eyes sharpened. "Naoe Nagi. What are you doing?"

A small smirk twisted Nagi's lips before he realized it. "It appears that I'm taking care of you," he informed the older boy as he put the washcloth on Omi's forehead. "Michiel's orders."

Omi's head twisted, and looked in the general direction of the kitchen. "Michiel and Aya are in the kitchen," he said softly, almost disbelieving. "Aya's worried about me, and himself... Michiel's too well guarded. I can't hear her thoughts."

"What about me?" the young Schwarz member whispered, trying his best to blank his mind.

"I didn't even know you were here." Omi raised his hand to the washcloth just as Nagi touched it, and their hands bumped together briefly.

"Aa..." Nagi left his hand on the cloth, trying to understand what Omi had just said. "You can't hear my thoughts?"

Omi smiled, the pain crease easing slightly. "It's a nice thing," he whispered tiredly. "I don't want this, Nagi... I can't stop the voices, and it's hurting."

He stilled for a moment. 'Why should... He's Weiss...' Nagi's fingers spread on the cloth, moving under Omi's slender digits. "Omi... I'm only here because Michiel told me."

The hand on top of his closed slightly. "Then stay..." Omi smiled up at Nagi, his eyes still shadowed with pain. "If I concentrate on trying to hear you, then the voices aren't so loud. I don't care who you work for. I just want this pain to go away..."

Nagi shifted his hand around so he could close his hand around Omi's. "I shouldn't be doing this."

He heard Omi chuckle before the older boy succumbed to sleep yet again. "And yet you're staying... thank you..."

***
"Here." Michiel pushed a mug in front of Aya. "I think this should help you right now. It's tea, don't worry. The soup should be done soon."

The redhead looked down at the tea, then up again at the wall, where the coffee had stained. "Your handiwork?"

Michiel sighed, and looked at the wall. "Yeah, well, he pissed me off." She smiled sadistically. "Considering that SZ never pays me for these missions, they're going to have to pick up the bill for this one. Do you mind chicken soup? It's practically all I have, and I don't know if vegetable soup would be really nice now..."

"Why do you do this?" Aya asked abruptly. "Why are you taking care of us instead of just kidnapping and leaving us?"

Michiel's mug knocked over as she jerked her hand in surprise, and she cursed. "It was three years ago," she whispered as she cleaned up the mess. "I... I was married at the time." The girl looked over to Aya, daring him to say something. "I'm twenty-three, Aya," she told him harshly. "So yes, I've had time to get married and get divorced. I... Three years ago, just before me and my asshole husband got divorced, I got pregnant." Her hands stilled on the counter. "I still feel guilty about this. My twin children... and I gave them up to him without a fight. I just couldn't imagine day in and out with little babies, and then trying to love them when I can't... I can't feel love..." She threw the paper towel in the trash. "So I'm hoping that I can make up for my lack of maternal love by taking care of you guys. Deal with it, Aya."

Aya blinked. That was not was what he was expecting. And if that part of her life was like that...

"I can hear you, you know," she muttered. "Not doing any kind of cloaking job, Aya." Michiel tasted the soup, and wrinkled her nose. "Few minutes longer. So, you're wondering what the rest of my life would have been like?" She put the spoon down, and turned away from the stove. "I was ten when I got angry and a pencil went flying across the room. Two years later, I found out I could pass any test by just listening to my classmates' minds, as long as they thought loud enough. That year, SZ found me, and recruited me." She tasted the soup again, thought about it, then shook her head. "I was fifteen the first time they tried to stabilize my gifts with a romantic interest, and they realized that men didn't exactly do the trick." Michiel turned, and smiled humorlessly. "I was sixteen before they found out women didn't do it either. One year later, they tried marriage and sex." She laughed bitterly. "Three years later, after giving birth to a twin girl and boy, that asshole divorced me. And that's the story of my life."

So, what was it that people said during this awkward silence part...?

"I think it's commonly known as 'I'm sorry'."

"Stay out of my head!"

Michiel arched a pale eyebrow. "Sure. You start thinking less loudly first, and I'll stay out of your head." She tasted the soup again, then turned off the stove, and poured it into the two bowls. "Marvel at the fact that I actually know what the stove is used for!"

Aya snorted. "Now let's see you make breakfast."

The woman gasped, and placed her hand to her heart. "How dare you suggest such an evil thing!" She smiled, and placed one bowl in front of Aya. "At least you can joke, albeit sarcastically." Her smile fell, and she looked down into her soup. "Aya... you don't mind that I'm just using you guys to alleviate my guilt at not being any kind of mother, do you?"

"As long as you don't kill me any time in the future," he answered, "you can keep taking care of us. After all..." His violet eyes shadowed over in thought. "I can't keep this under control right now."

"Mr. Crawford will help," she whispered. "At least, he should." Michiel sighed, and started eating her soup. A few seconds later, Aya followed her lead.

***
Nagi gently disengaged his hand from Omi's, stroking the back of his hand one more time with his thumb. The Weiss member's skin was rather soft...

'No, uh huh. Get up and go get the soup you've been smelling,' he told himself silently. 'If you start that again, you'll be at it all night...'

It was weird, sitting next to Omi, an enemy, and offering comfort to the boy. He wasn't suppose to do that. He was Naoe Nagi, the telekinetic of Schwarz. He wasn't suppose to get all soft when the enemy asks him to stay...

'Soft... what a concept.' Nagi brushed Omi's hair with his hand, marveling at the feathery fineness of his hair. 'I'm completely... melted.'

Thankfully, Omi hadn't awakened since that one time when he asked Nagi to stay. The telekinetic didn't know what they would talk about if he was awake. 'Sports, the news, why we always try to kill each other?' Nagi sighed, still moving his hand through the boy's hair. 'Why I can't leave?'

Finally, her stood up, and slowly walked away from the bed. Then, Nagi looked back to the bed as he opened the door to leave the room. "Goodnight, Omi," he whispered, scarcely aware of the words spilling out of his throat. He closed the door on that image of the angelic boy laying there, spinning restlessly in his sleep from the voices in his mind.

"Hey, Nagi." Michiel handed him a mug. "I was about to go in there to give this to you. It's the soup you were smelling."

He took the mug, and inhaled a bit of the warmth into him. "Thank you." Nagi looked back at the door, knowing Omi must be tossing and turning...

"I can get you some covers so you can sleep in his bedroom," Michiel offered. "There are two beds here that aren't being used, after all."

He shook his head. "That's alright. I'll be fine." The boy sipped at the soup, and licked his lips. "Thank you."

She nodded. "Alright. Nagi...?" Michiel looked over at him with her hand on the knob to the room she had claimed, her icy eyes sad. "Goodnight."

Chapter 9