Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Silence ❯ A Willing Captive ( Chapter 4 )

Notes/Warnings: Schu angst. And some fluff. This is actually a very happy chapter for me. This is a fairly AU fic. Probably before the series started. Don't blame me, I just write what they tell me to.

Disclaimers: I don't own em. Too bad, really.

Silence

Chapter 4: A Willing Captive

It took about half an hour before Schuldig's sobs finally ceased, and Omi never removed his arms, rocking him as a mother would rock her child to sleep. When he pulled away from this embrace, Omi examined him, then took a peach from the ground and offered it to him. When Schuldig hesitated, despite his howling stomach, Omi's smiled broadened a bit.

"It's all right. I paid the man for them. Here."

It didn't take anything else to convince the redhead, snatching the piece of fruit and polishing it off in three quick bites. The juice that dribbled down his chin and into his beard was ignored for the moment as he grabbed the second peach, finishing it just as fast as the first. He was sucking that last bits of juice and meat from the pit of the peach when a bento box was thrust under his nose, reminding him that Omi was still there. He blinked and looked up at Omi, who was still smiling his reassuring smile.

"I think you need this more than I do."

Schuldig eyed Omi for a long moment before the blonde just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Schuldig, I carry around a poisoned bento box just on the off chance I run into you." His voice was light, a playful tone surrounding the words.

Schuldig eyed the younger man for a moment longer before finally accepting the box and starting in on the rice, his painfully thin fingers not even bothering to attempt the chopsticks. He just shoveled the food into his mouth like a starving animal, as if Omi would snatch it away any second. Once every speck of food was gone, he handed the box back, his lips forming words of thanks.

"What was that?" Omi asked, leaning a bit closer as if trying to hear the soft words.

Schuldig shook his head, resting his forehead on his knees. He just wanted the blonde assassin to go away, despite his kindness. He didn't want Weiss to find out about him, it would only make his situation worse. Unfortunately for him, though, the little assassin wasn't going to give up just like that.

"Are you still hungry? I could go to McDonald's.."

Schuldig shook his head again, enduring a barrage of questions about his well being. Are you cold? Are you tired? Are you sure you're not hungry? and so on. Finally he looked up at Omi, cutting off yet another question in mid-sentence, and placed his fingers against his throat, pointing out the small red scar from his not so voluntary surgery.

Omi blinked and looked close, his eyes going wide. "Oh my God.. you can't talk? What happened? God.. I mean.. I know you can't tell me but.. can't you do that mind.. thing?"

He closed eyes and shook his head again, a tear running unchecked down his cheek. A thin arm pushed at Omi, trying to make him leave. Unfortunately, it seemed that the blonde assassin would be having none of it.

"I'm not just leaving you out here." Omi chewed on his lip, his eyes showing that he was thinking of solutions. After a moment, he nodded slightly and spoke again. "You're coming with me."

Schuldig shook his head, but Omi ignored him, managing to haul the German to his feet.

"No arguing. It's supposed to rain tonight and I'm not leaving you out here," he stated, pulling on Schuldig's arm and starting home.

Schuldig stumbled a bit, not wanting to go, but he quickly gave up and followed. At this point, even little Omi probably outweighed him. And after all, what was the worst that would happen? He would die? That didn't seem so bad, as long as he didn't have to go back to Schwarz. With each step he resigned himself more and more to his fate. He had brought it on himself, anyway, right? At least Weiss might be merciful and make it quick and painless. They were supposed to be the good guys, and that meant they wouldn't torture someone needlessly.. at least that was what he hoped.

He had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice where they were until Omi abruptly stopped him. They were about a block or so from the Koneko no Sume Ie. Omi made a sharp turn down an alley, dragging the redhead behind him. They came out the other side and continued walking. Schuldig realized they were apparently sneaking in the back. He'd seen the pack of girls out front, and it seemed like a good plan. The others would all be busy in the store, so that made is exceedingly simple for Omi to drag Schuldig into his apartment.

"Now," Omi started as he closed the door. "The bathroom is down that way, and there is a mini kitchen over there. There's not much in it, but help yourself. I think there are some spare razors in the medicine cabinet if you want to shave." He paused for a long moment, and Schuldig looked him over, waiting for the catch. "The only thing I ask, Schuldig, is please don't steal anything. I can't make you stay, but if you really feel the need to leave, I would be more than happy to give you some money."

Schuldig had a slight offended look on his face at that request, but then remembered that Omi had caught him stealing those peaches.

Omi gave a small smile. "I assume that means my belongings are safe in your presence?"

The dirty redhead nodded, looking a bit guilty.

Omi smiled again. "Well, you can go take a shower if you like, I'll go see if I can find something for you to wear. The towels are under the sink." He said, then turned to leave. "Oh, one more thing. It's probably an obvious one, but don't open the door, or the blinds. I could in in huge trouble for this."

Schuldig nodded again, mouthing a thank you as Omi went out the door. He sighed and looked around the apartment. There wasn't much too it, both space wise and in the way of decor. There was a futon against the wall, which was currently folded up to act as a couch. There was a television on the other side of the room, facing the futon, and a computer on the small against the back wall. He briefly contemplated looking at the computer to see what he could find out, but then realized there was no point. He wasn't Schwarz anymore, and therefore the actions of Weiss were no longer his concern.

Shaking his head a bit, he headed down the hall and found the bathroom, noting that there was, in fact, a bedroom at the end of the hall. He stepped into the white tiled room. It was small, but had everything. A shower, a western style toilet, and a rather large sink. The first thing he went for was the razors. After managing to trim his beard down by hacking at it with the blade, he found the shaving cream and slathered it over his jaw, making quick work of what was left. After rinsing he looked up, a bit shocked at his appearance. He knew he was getting thin, but he didn't realize how hollow his face looked, especially know that it was bare.

Turning away from the sight, he moved to the bathtub, turning on the water as hot as he could stand it, then peeled his filthy rags off and stepping under. God, it felt so good! It had been months since he'd had a decent shower, and so he took his time. He lathered and relathered his hair until it finally felt clean, and then he started on the rest of himself, scrubbing at his skin until it was pink, the filth and grime circling down the drain as the water rinsed it off of him. Eventually, the water started to cool. That was his sign that his time was up. He got out and dried off with a big fluffy towel, then wrapped it around his hips and wandered back into the living room.

Omi was still gone, but there was a pair of black jeans, white briefs, and a black sleeveless shirt laying out on the futon. Schuldig assumed they were left for him and pulled them on, letting the towel drop. God, it felt nice to be clean again. The shirt normally would have been small on him, but because of all the weight he lost, the shirt just seemed to hang on his shoulders, and the pants barely stayed up. It didn't matter right now, though. He was just happy to be dressed, clean, and warm.

Schuldig sat down on the futon, suddenly feeling very tired and weary, and the soft mattress just seemed to drag him down. Before he knew what had happened, he was sprawled across the futon, fast asleep.