Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

When waking up, the air should be blessedly quiet. Whoever was snoring below Omi's ear wasn't playing by the rules. The boy swam through the darkness behind his eyes, clawing for consciousness. Slowly, he became aware of his body, and the pressure on his side. Omi groaned, and opened his eyes cautiously. A pillow filled his vision. He stared at it for a few moments, then nearly jumped as the pressure on his side moved a little. Ever so slowly, so whatever was on his side wouldn't be disturbed too much, Omi rolled onto his back.

The pressure was a familiar brown tressed head that was using Omi as a human pillow. His lips quirked slightly at the sight, then whispered, "Nagi?"

The telekinetic groaned low in his throat, and buried his head deeper into the fleshy pillow. "Few m' minutes, Crawford," he muttered indistinctly, and Nagi's face smoothed back into sleep.

Omi sighed, and ran a hand through Nagi's hair as he let his mind run through the memory of last night. 'The mission, those... those voices, Nagi...' His eyes widened in surprise at that. "That's right," he whispered. "I can't hear... your mind."

"Wha'...?" Nagi stirred, and opened his eyes. "Who... oh." The boy sat up, his face chilled. "So, how are the voices today?" he asked, tapping Omi's forehead. "Still there?"

The youngest Weiss member pushed Nagi's hand away. "You have a telepath in Schwarz," he said harshly. "You know I can't just shut the voices off."

"Oh, good," Nagi sighed, smiling sadistically. "I was afraid there for a moment."

Omi opened his mouth to let loose a prepared comment when Michiel stuck her sleep tousled head into the room. "Breakfast," she chirped. "And Nagi, stop baiting him. Go to school, for once. Schuldig and Mr. Crawford are here, so don't worry about that." She sighed, and fixed Nagi with a sharp glare. "Kid, don't even. I said stop baiting him!"

Nagi blinked, and shook his head. "Michiel," he told her coolly, "I don't like it when Schuldig pokes around in my head, either."

"Poor baby. Get your school clothes on and go!" Michiel pulled back, and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Nagi."

The telekinetic looked back at Omi, attempting not to just blink at the closed door like a moron. "What, Bombay?"

Omi reached out, and caressed the youngest Schwarz member's palm briefly. "Thank you."

***
"No. Don't think about it, plastic doesn't break skin that easily."

Aya glared at the tan girl before him, the look another step closer to the former artic temperature. "Why not, Michiel?"

She sighed, and opened the microwave door. "Hm... let's see... how about the barrier on the door that SZ put up?" Michiel spooned a bit of oatmeal into her mouth, then put the bowl down. "Hot," she breathed once the food went down her throat.

"We work. And we need to be at the flower shop to work," Aya nearly growled.

"Not my fault." The blonde woman launched a packet at him. "Apple-cinnamon. I have cereal and toaster pastries too, if you don't want oatmeal."

The redhead looked down at the pack in his hands, then put it down on the counter. "What about Omi?"

Michiel pulled the spoon out of her mouth again, and pointed outside the kitchen. "The resident slut's going to go give the kid a lesson in control, then, if we're lucky, he'll eat."

"I can hear you talking about me!" Schuldig called. "At least you're not using my name in the same sentence as a certain Weiss member."

"After all," Michiel called back, pretending to talk to Aya, "Schuldig is a lot like Youji." She snickered at the German's explosion of curse words.

"Lucky."

Michiel winced at Aya's cold tone, instantly sobering. "He might be a bit nauseous." She spooned another bite of oatmeal in her mouth. "It happens sometimes, that the pain in their heads makes new telepaths not want to eat."

"That's it?"

The girl nodded. "Yeah. I'm going by the flower shop today, though. If you want, I'll pick up an arrangement." Aya just glared at her, and she threw up her arms. "Hey, I tried!" she cried as she put the empty bowl in the sink. On her way to her room, she reached out and grabbed a shirt. "Mr. Crawford, you better be telling me the truth."

Crawford smirked slightly. "You can call SZ if you want... they'll tell you that your mission is to go to Koneko no Sumu Ie and pick up any arrangement of flowers."

"I hate you," she said flatly.

***
"What are you doing here?"

The girl smiled brightly at Youji. "Aya and Omi are getting so bored!" she chirped in her fluty voice. "I want to pick up some flowers so they have something to do!" She put her nose close to a rose, and sniffed. "Nice. Can I have some roses and lilacs? Maybe some irises too?"

Youji grabbed her arm. "Where are Aya and Omi?" He shook her for emphasis.

"Not eating, for one," she said, frowning, deliberately misunderstanding the question. "Oh, wait, you wanted to know where they are!" She twisted her arm out of the Weiss member's grasp. "Safe. Well, they'd be better off if they would just eat... I mean, that oatmeal is perfectly fine." She motioned to the flowers around her. "Now, can I get some service here, before I get pissed off and go away to hurt a certain pre-cog?"

The man glared at her, the bags under his eyes silent testaments to his lack of sleep. "Return Aya and Omi to us, now."

"You run this shop, right?" the girl sighed. "Then start acting like it! An arrangement of roses, please."

***
"Put the roses down, Michi."

"Don't call me Michi!" Her fist impacted hard into Schuldig's arm. "And you, Mr. Crawford, are one sadistic son of a bitch." Michiel threw the flower arrangement onto the couch. "It took me half an hour to get Youji to actually give me the flowers, and the only reason he actually gave them to me was because Ken showed up, and took over his job of asking me where Aya and Omi are!" She looked at the slightly smug look on his face. "No, I don't want to hear about your vision. Speaking of visions, how's Aya?"

Schuldig sighed, and sat down next to the roses. "Had another one," he muttered. "I caught the gist of this one, though. Mission, with you, Aya, and Omi."

"And let me guess," Michiel said sarcastically to Crawford. "SZ has called about another mission."

"And you say you don't have any pre-cog."

"Stuff it."

Chapter 10