Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Project An ❯ Angelic Tears ( Chapter 9 )

CODE10: ANGELIC TEARS

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Omi, Takatori Mamoru, Hidaka Ken, Yuriko or any character in Weiss Kreuz. I only own Takashi Rei (Actually Takashi Rei = me Southpark! Heh! Just kidding). Oh, and I DO NOT own Treufel (shocking? You'll know why in the later chapters). So DO NOT sue me, I'm going to broke if anyone of you ever do that.. sniff!

 

Eh, ooh, another thing, Ken and Omi's first meeting is made up by me, so don't bother hunting through Weiss Kreuz manga, anime episodes and OVA, you'll never find them. :p

 

Warning: RATED PG to PG-13 for ANGST, blood scene and yaoi implications. Most important of all, Omi torturing (Don't worry, Omi, I'll always love you and your kawaii smile)

 

THEME: 'Scarlet' from 'Ayashi no Ceres' opening

 

Pairing: Ken/Omi, Crawford/Omi, Takashi Rei/Omi, Ken/Yuriko (Mah! I love pairing big evil characters with cute little Omi)

 

Now onto the story!

 

~ ~ + + AMIDST THE DARKNESS + + ~ ~

 

'So, my Bishounen has escaped?" A low chuckle rose in the air.

 

"It's time for our reunion..., my Mamoru...."

 

As sudden as its appearance, the chuckle trailed away, replaced by a hair- standing cruel laughter....

 

~~ ++++ ~~

 

.... We rise or fall by the choice we make;

It all depends on the road we take

And the choice and the road each depend

On the lies we live by

And from which we die....

 

(Extracted from 'Mental Fight' by Ben Okri, Nigeria)

 

~~ ++++ ~~

 

Rain had reduced to drizzle when they stopped before a dilapidated and seemingly unoccupied apartment situated in the older and abandoned part of Tokyo.

 

"Omi, we're here," Ken gently rocked the sleepy teen behind him by his shoulder.

 

"Hmh?" Omi muttered and rubbed his eyes: "Where are we, Ken-kun?"

 

"My old house. It's still the same after I left it two years ago. Come on, let's get in."

 

Parking his bike in the nearest lane, he guided the sleepy looking youth to the ghastly looking building. Despite all of its occupants had left; the authority took no action to demolish the building. Ken was thankful for this. To him, the place held too much memory. His parents... school.... soccer.... friends..... and many other things.

 

The electricity supply was already cut after he left for Weiss Kreuz. After rumpling the place in darkness, Ken finally found some candles and lit up his room. Then he started fumbling in his wardrobe for something dry for him and Omi to change while Omi looked around the place.

 

Curiously, Omi explored the 3-room apartment. Spider webs and dust coated the furniture and ceiling corners. A number of photo frames were neatly placed on the cabinet by the bed. Yes, photos of Ken in many stages of his life with his parents and friends before joining Weiss Kreuz. He was often seen laughing and happy, at least in the pictures.

 

'Until his best friend betrayed him in a soccer match.' Thought Omi sadly.

 

A bundle of fabric flew into his arms. Startled, he caught them.

 

"There!" called Ken as he approached the youth: "Change before you catch a cold!"

 

"Arigato, Ken-kun." Omi suddenly noticed a wet red patch on Ken's shoulder: "You're hurt! Let me bandage for you." He looked around and caught a gaze of the first aid box under the bed.

 

"It's nothing, I.." Omi had already dragged Ken onto the bed and started pulling out contents from the first aid box. Luckily, there were medicine and cloth inside the box despite so long a period. Immediately, Omi cleaned the wounds with alcohol and bandaged them with extreme care. Ken almost absorbed himself as he observed Omi's serious expression throughout the bandaging process. How his little lips curled into a small frown at the injuries and his thick eyelashes flickered by the irritation of the remains of water near his eyes. He could not help smiling; the blond assassinator was dressing his wounds like it was the most important task for him in the world.

 

Two drops of clear warm liquid spattered onto the bed sheet.

 

"Gomen ne sai, does the wound hurt badly?" Omi's voice was choked.

 

"Daijoubu, I'm pretty used to it." Ken laughed: "You needn't apologised about this."

 

More drops of warm liquid fell, followed by soft sobbing.

 

"Oi, Omi.."

 

Omi's shoulder was shaking. He tried to dry his tears with the back of his hand but in no futile. It was then Ken realised that the water round Omi's eyes were not raindrops, but tears.

 

"Omi..."

 

"Go... Gomen ne sai, honto ni gomen, you wouldn't have got hurt... if not because of me....." Omi's voice was shivering badly now.

 

Ken encircled his arms round the youth's back and pulled him close to an embrace: "It's alright, Omi, everything will be alright, ne?" He ran his injured hand behind Omi's head and pulled the boy's face into his chest: "Tomorrow night, we'll be having dinner with Ran and Yoji, 'K'? What do you want to eat? Sushi? Pasta? Steak?"

 

"Liar." Omi muttered against Ken's chest.

 

"I promise, I swear!" Ken mockingly pulled up three fingers into the air: "I'll become a bear if I don't fulfill that to my kawaii little Omi."

 

Large blue eyes, still lined with drops of tears, looked up hopefully into the brown ones above: "Honto ni?"

 

They fell silence for a second. Then they both laughed.

 

Ken gently rubbed the tears from Omi's eyes: "So, do you have any idea to start, oh great leader?"

 

"I have one possible place where the previous tapes were filmed. Those that announced our missions after the death of Persia."

 

"Previous tapes after the death of Persia? You mean someone filmed the mission tapes and sent them to Manx in the name of Persia??!!" screamed Ken: "WHY didn't you tell us in the first place?!"

 

"Would you all believe me?" Omi whispered sadly.

 

"Omi...." Ken trailed off. He suddenly slapped Omi's back:" Oh, come on! Where's our spirit? Let's go before the Mastermind escapes! Yosh! Let's start!" He cried out and leaped off the bed excitedly as though he was going for an important soccer match.

 

"Arigato, Ken-kun...." Omi gave a grateful glimpse.

 

Unknown to him, a heartbreaking event was about to unfold..

 

~ ~ + + + + ~ ~

 

"Masafumi-sama, it is almost time for us to set off." Crawford said respectfully in a richly furnished living room.

 

"Umph! The time has finally come, Crawford." Takatori Masafumi grinned, his eyes fixed onto a photo frame in his hand. It was a close up of Tsukiyono Omi attending to a customer in Koneko no Sumu Ie. The boy's eyes were not looking at the focus. Obviously, the photo was taken without his awareness.

 

Placing the frame onto the nearest table, he got up to leave: "Make sure everything is in control, Crawford."

 

"Hai." Crawford's eyes followed Masafumi out of the room and turned to look at Omi's photo.

 

This was the first time he could see the blond hair youth at close proximity. His sparkling blue eyes and sweet smile was enough to melt the hearts of every soul. Crawford never knew he could be so captivated the boy's look. It seemed that the boy was surrounded by an aura for people to yearn for him, to touch him. He was too beautiful....

 

Making sure that no one was around, he took down the photo, bringing it to his lips and placed them over the boy's.....

 

~ ~ + + + + ~ ~

 

(Strong warm arms cuddled the small frail figure as its owner stood out from the blazing building. The young boy in his arms was sobbing.

 

"They.. they were all killed.. all because of me...."

 

His protector said nothing. The blaze tongued and crackled, casting red light against his face, revealing it to be Persia's.....)

 

A jerk woke Omi from his thoughts. He was riding on Ken's motorbike, his arms round the older teen's waist. The ride had stopped. Ahead, black clouds gathered across the horizon and a dark menacing looking factory stood before them. Although the rain had stopped, lightning was still sighted once in a while amidst the night sky.

 

"Is this the place you were talking about, Omi?" Ken asked.

 

"Hai." Omi took off his helmet and got off the bike.

 

After checking the weapons, they entered the building.

 

Suddenly, the air became cold and moist white mist rushed before Omi's eyes blocking his vision. Omi swung his arms frantically, but it refused to go away.

 

"KEN-KUN!!" shrieked Omi fearfully: "WHERE ARE YOU?!! I CAN'T SEE YOU!!!!"

 

To his horror, he received no reply.

 

On the other side, Ken was equally panicked. No matter how he moved and called, he could neither see nor hear Omi. Everywhere, he saw white. It seemed that some unknown force was sent to separate them.

 

"OMI!!!! OMI!!!!!!!" Ken screamed. There was no other sound, except the pounding of his heart and reverberation of his cries.

 

Quick as it appeared, the mist dispersed as abruptly. Ken blinked. He was standing on an overhanging passage bridge, overseeing the central hall in the factory. He leaned forward the edge. The scene below froze his blood like ice.

 

A familiar blond hair teen in blue mission jacket was pointing his crossbow at a honey hair lady in bounds and gag who was lying on the floor.

 

Ken's eyes widened until they almost popped out of his skull when he realised who they were.

 

Omi and Yuriko!

 

A cold wide smile drew across the young assassinator's face like a venomous snake as he looked up to his friend standing above.

 

"Surprise, Ken-kun." Omi smirked sarcastically: " Isn't this a nice present?"

 

Ken could see the intense fear deep in Yuriko's eyes, pleading for his help.

 

"Oi... Omi, what are you doing?" Ken stammered: "Is this some kind of joke?"

 

"Ooh, in some way, yes." Omi's smirk widened: "Because I really appreciate your trust. Unfortunately, my Takatori blood seems to hold some of my father---Takatori Reiji's gene." His fingers round the trigger tightened.

 

"I really want to thank you, Ken-kun," Omi smiled sweetly, but to Ken, the sweetness only disgusted him: "I thank you for trusting me so much."

 

The trigger was released, an arrow stabbed Yuriko's chest. Her eyes widened. A mixture of pain and fear drifted in the depth of her green eyes.

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ken's hysterical screams rang and reverberated in the empty air.

 

(Yuriko looked earnestly into Ken's eyes by the swimming pool: "Because I can't leave you alone, you were so depressed as if you want to die any moment.")

 

Ken, ignoring the height of the passage bridge above the hall, swung his body down the ground level.

 

"How pathetic, you can't even save your girl...." Omi smiled. Another arrow was shot into Yuriko's forehead....

 

("Something is bothering you. Do you mind sharing with me?" Yuriko leaned forward in the café.)

 

"NOOOOOOO!!!! YURIKO!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

(Yuriko glanced longingly down from her apartment at Ken. Suddenly, she dashed down. At the same time, Ken rushed up and they hugged each other.)

 

"OMIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! YOU SICK BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

Omi's face bobbed upwards. He thought he could hear Ken calling his name. The mist had cleared as instantly as it appeared. He was now standing along a corridor.

 

'Ken-kun, is he somewhere in a room to my right?' the blond hair teen wondered.

 

Following his instinct, he turned a corner and came to an open hall.

 

There was someone lying in a pool of red liquid. Blood! Her honey hair sprawled across the wet ground like golden flowers amidst a bed of red roses. Two arrows on her chest and forehead announced the new comer the cause of her death. She appeared oddly familiar.

 

Omi walked forward. He could see fear and pain deep in her enormously widened green eyes. Omi gasped in shock.

 

Yuriko! What had happened?

 

Pain suddenly shot through his abdomen as something cold and sharp rushed through him. Omi looked down to see sparkles of silver claws through his stomach, glistering red with his own blood under the poorly lit factory light.

 

Shock overcame his pain.

 

"I've finally found you, Takatori Mamoru...." A cold voice said.

 

...Takatori Mamoru... Takatori Mamoru... The name echoed in Omi's mind like eternity.

 

It pierced him like the claws through his abdomen, reminding him his cursed heritage. He could not believe such name would come out from someone whom he had deeply trusted like Ken.

 

"Ken... Ken-kun..." Omi stammered: "What has happened?"

 

"You send her to Heaven, don't you remember that?" Ken's smirk was cold and cruel: "You took her life, with your own hands, don't you remember that?!" the last statement came out in a snarl. Omi looked into Ken's face. Lust for blood and anger burnt in his eyes like a hungry wolf.

 

Instantly, Ken withdrew his claws and slashed Omi across his back.

 

Omi's eyes saddened. Till this stage, he knew it was no use talking to Ken, to explain that he was framed, that he was not the one who caused Yuriko's death.

 

A mirth smile curled in Ken's lips.

 

"No use showing me your pretty puppy eyes, Mamoru, I will not fall for it again. I feel so stupid. Why did I trust you so much with all my life? Why don't you answer me, Mamoru?"

 

One more slash into Omi's small body and another...

 

"Ken-kun, doshite....." Omi silently muttered.

 

His crossbow fell with a thump onto the ground.

 

Red covered Omi's vision.

 

(Ken encircled his arms round the youth's back and pulled him close to an embrace: "It's alright, Omi, everything will be alright, ne?" He ran his injured hand behind Omi's head and pulled the boy's face into his chest: "Tomorrow night, we'll be having dinner with Ran and Yoji, 'K'? What do you want to eat? Sushi? Pasta? Steak?"

 

"Liar." Omi muttered against Ken's chest.

 

"I promise, I swear!" Ken mockingly pulled up three fingers into the air: "I'll become a bear if I don't fulfill that to my kawaii little Omi."

 

Large blue eyes, still lined with drops of tears, looked up hopefully into the brown ones above: "Honto ni?"

 

They fell silence for a second. Then they both laughed.)

 

'Liar,' Tears lined Omi's eyes: 'Everything is a lie.....'

 

He had never feel so despondent in his life. He was the son of the killing monster-Takatori Reiji. He had killed his own brothers-Masafumi and Hirofumi with his own hands. Ouka died because of him. His uncle and savior- Takatori Shuichi or better known as Persia died in his arms. All members of Kritiker, including Manx who had watched him grow up, Fujimaya Ran and Kudou Yoji who had gone through life and death with him, all turned against him. And now, his closest and now only friend, Hidaka Ken did not believe his innocence.

 

Darkness enveloped him.....

 

Ken stood panting as the blond hair youth fell onto the ground, tears sparking through the air as he fell. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

 

(Omi stood under the Sakura trees as pink petals flew around him, waiting to lead the new comer Ken to the flower shop when the latter first joined as the member of newly formed assassination group-Weiss Kreuz. Shiny golden locks of hair flew in the wind gently and the boy reached a hand to hold it from his eyes. Ken stood breathless at the sight. A warm hand reached to hold Ken's and gentle smile flashed in his beautiful blue eyes.

 

"Welcome to Koneko no Sumu Ie, Ken-kun.")

 

Blood seeped down Omi's lips as a tear rolled down his cheek from his closing eyes.

 

Memories-both sweet and bitter flashed in Ken's mind. Omi's every expression whenever they spent every moment together. His innocent smile, his concerned frown, his mischievous grin, his tears whenever Ken was injured during their missions.....

 

A hysterical laughter exploded into the air.

 

Ken's laughter.

 

What a joke, what a great joke. Only a few hours ago, he was consoling and hugging the youth in his old apartment and now here he was, stabbing the very person he wanted to protect to his death.

 

Abruptly, the laughter faltered, replaced by howls like a wounded wolf.

 

'Ah, this is so interesting." Someone laughed heartedly and clapped as he entered the hall.

 

Ken jerked slightly and turned to see someone he had been thinking in hatred for the past few days. Takashi Rei!

 

Smilingly, the tall man walked towards the lifeless form of Omi. By instinct, Ken pounced and put a defensive stance before Omi. Despite his present hatred for Omi's act to Yuriko, he would not let anyone tarnish Omi's pure angelic body.

 

To his horror, he found himself paralyzed.

 

Smilingly, the man crouched besides Omi and ran his callused hand lovingly on Omi's smooth cheek.

 

"So beautiful, so fragile. I can't believe I can still see you again, Mamoru... Your friends do not trust you at all, come with me then, I'll protect you with all my life."

 

"Leave him alone!!" Ken barked furiously.

 

"You still believe your girlfriend there was killed by Mamoru?" Takashi Rei suddenly called:" Treufel, you can come out now."

 

A strange thought dawned in Ken's mind. He refused to accept the fact, but it seemed too late to shut himself from the truth.

 

True enough, another 'Omi' stood out from the shadows, wearing the earlier smirk Ken had seen a moment ago. He reached a hand to pull down a mask, to reveal a cold face with brown hair.

 

Treufel-Omi's classmate. The teen's eyes were dull and listless as he stared back at the former soccer player.

 

The memory of his nightmare returned to Ken's mind, the nightmare of he stabbing Omi mercilessly.....

 

~ ~ + +OMI'S POV + + ~ ~

 

Darkness.

 

I am floating in the sea of darkness. I have never feel so heavy and depressed ever since I first knew my real heritage. I am sinking deeper and deeper into darkness. I can feel coldness rushing into me. There is nothing for me to protect now. No friendship, no sense of belonging, I have nothing left.

 

I have never feel like this, the only time was when I learnt I was abandoned and neglected by my father during my abduct in my childhood time. The same coldness, the same feeling of being unwanted in this world.....

 

The world seems to end around me. I want it to end now.

 

I want the cruel world to disappear in this instant.

 

Something cold starts to flow within all my veins. I can feel my soul sinking further.

 

Above, white feathers, freezing as snow, starts to fall around me.....

 

I can feel something awake in me.

 

The true me.

 

~~ ++++ ~~

 

Strange white aura shone through Omi's pale flesh as he rose bodily into the air. Translucent wings grew and spread from his back like plant shoots in spring.

 

'What has happened?' Takashi Rei stared in shock as strange energy forced him further from the glowing youth. Treufel's eyes remained expressionless.

 

'Omi, what happen to you? Why do I feel such strong despondence in the air? Is this how you feel now?' Ken thought.

 

Aloud, he screamed: "OMI! OMI! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!!! OMI!!!!!!!!!"

 

Omi suddenly snapped his eyes open. Blue light glowed in his large eyes ghastly in the dark and already cold hall. Instantly, rings of force radiated from the rising boy in the air. Chunks of concrete began to fall from the air. The entire place was shaking violently.

 

Ken did not move. He was speechless from what was going on.

 

Someone pulled him before a concrete collapsed onto him. It was Yoji. Subconsciously, he, Ran and Manx had stalked Ken and Omi to the factory.

 

"OMI, YAMERO!!!!!!!!" yelled Ran. He tried to reach to Omi, but further wave of light kept him back. It seemed that there was a barrier between the boy from his surrounding.

 

Omi's eyes became colder.

 

"HE IS TRYING TO RUIN EVERYTHING!!!!!" Manx tried to scream amidst the chaos.

 

Suddenly, a dark tall figure forced its way through the barrier and swung its arms round the suspending Omi.

 

Ken gasped in shock.

 

The person was none other than the 'late' Persia-Takatori Shuichi!

 

"Dameyo, Omi! Your mother does not want to see you like this!"

 

(A tall figure was carrying the crying Omi from the ruins of a burning building. The light shone to show his face to be Persia's....)

 

Omi felt himself rising to the surface. Brightness flashed in his eyes.

 

The glow stopped and his wings vanished instantly. Omi's eyes closed and he collapsed into Persia's arms. Abruptly, the earthquake stopped.

 

"Uncle Shuichi....." Omi fluttered his eyes open and smiled weakly. His whisper was as soft as breeze: "..have you come for me...?" his eyelids closed again.

 

"Welcome back, Omi..." Takatori Shuichi whispered in the sleeping boy's ear.

 

"How touching," A voice loomed behind him: "Unfortunately, Mamoru is coming with me."

 

To Persia's horror, he found himself unable to move. Staring into the face of Manx and the rest of the Weiss Kreuz members, he knew they were facing the same problem.

 

He heard a cry of shock. It was from Yoji.

 

Looking up, a familiar face appeared before him, taking the unconscious Omi from his hold. Persia's eyes widened. It was no wonder Yoji was in shock. This person was supposed to be dead.

 

Takatori Masafumi!

 

"I'll leave you people alive to witness the results of my art work," the supposedly-dead Masafumi grinned: "And you, Takashi Rei, I'll be waiting for the piece of work stolen by your ancestor to be returned. Look for me if you still want to see my precious ototo."

 

"Bye, WeiB!" Schuldig waved mockingly. Together with the Schwartz, Takatori Masafumi left the hall with Omi in his arms.

 

Takashi Rei clenched his fists angrily. He was so close in getting Mamoru and Masafumi ruined everything.

 

Ken felt his tears running helplessly down his cheek.

 

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! OMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

-- END OF CODE 10--

 

Translation:

 

Ototo - younger brother

 

Yamero/Dameyo - Don't, no