Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Strings ❯ Strings ( Chapter 5 )

Title- Strings Chapter Five "Strings"

Author- Locura

Archive- Go ahead but tell me where it is. fanfiction.net and mediaminer.org

Warnings- OOC, O+K/K+O, YxA/AxY

Disclaimer- I have 4 dvds *cheers* and an Omi Pen! However, that still doesn't mean I own Weiß Kreuz.

Author Notes- Whoa! It took me a while to write a chapter in this, didn't it? Sorry! Sorry! Try and enjoy anyway though! Enjoy.

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Yohji lit the first cigarette of the morning and slowly stirred his coffee. It was a good morning. Beautiful and full of light with just a few clouds in the sky, sure yesterday seemed crappy but today was the day to start anew. That decided he tightened the cord on his robe and checked the ovens pre-temp before putting in the bacon.

Aya was still asleep upstairs, Ken and Omi were curled up together in the blond haired boys room, and Yohji was making pancakes.

It was true, he rarely made anything, preferring takeout to his attempts, but the one thing he did know how to make were pancakes. He whisked the batter quickly, letting it puff out into a thick paste before checking the griddle.

Making sure his hair was tied back he poured the paste onto the hot pad, listening to it hiss in response. He was so sure he could cook these in his sleep that he aloud his mind to wonder back to last night and Aya's talented hands. Smiling, he took a dreg of his cigarette and snubbed it into an ashtray.

Last night made everything bad from the day before worth it, though he would have rather Omi be back to normal.

Turning away from the griddle, Yohji was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't notice his robe catching on fire.

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Ken smiled lightly in the early morning light and moved a lock of Omi's hair from his face. The night before Omi had cried himself to sleep in his arms, yelling over and over again that the letters always came back until his voice had faded to a whisper. Ken could remember trying to calm him down a little, perhaps find what addresses he had used, but it was no use. Omi had been hysterical and wouldn't listen to anything.

He wanted to be here when Omi woke up and remind him again that he loved him and would be there no matter what happened. He was sure that his being here this morning would set him back on track to recovering and perhaps his old self.

That was his plan. However, life tended to like to change people's plans. Because not two minutes later the fire alarm went off and Yohji yelled.

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Ken would say later on that he didn't remember how he had gotten down the stairs or why Omi hadn't woken with all the noise. He did figured that he had run and in a panic, side by side with Aya who looked more awake then he felt.

But the soccer player did remember what happened after he and Aya had arrived.

Yohji was rolling on the ground yelling and gray smoke had filled the kitchen. Neither of the two none flaming people could even tell if there was a fire still smoldering but both didn't take the chance. They jumped beside him and patted him down on all sides until both he and Aya were satisfied that Yohji was, in fact, not going to become roasted anytime soon.

"Yohji?" Ken asked, leaning over from his position on the floor and looking over at the couple out of the corner of his eye. "What the hell did you think you were doing?"

"If you have to know," Yohji leaned back into Aya, who had positioned himself behind his lover moments after the incident. "I was making breakfast!"

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Omi smiled slightly and stretched in the warm sun coming in from his window. For some reason today he felt relaxed, a little tired but fully relaxed and rejuvenated. Slowly cracking his eyes open he expected to find Ken watching him from another part of the room or find him sleeping beside him, instead, all his vision gave him was emptiness, cloths, and sunshine.

His heart dropped.

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Ken scuffed and ran a hand threw his hair. "I think I`ve heard everything now, Yohji actually got up before noon to make breakfast!" He stood. "Next time you decide to try and make yourself spontaneously combust please do it quieter, I was waiting to see if Omi was going to wake up."

"Oh! Heaven forbid I ever take away your `Omi watching' time!" Yohji put his hands over his heart. "Next time I shall just have to burn up so as not to upset Kenken and his Omi gazing! Oh woe is me!"

Aya frowned and nudged Yohji sharply in the ribs, shaking his head as he did.

"Exactly." Ken stopped at the doorway for a moment before heading up the stairs. "But you can make it up to me by finding out why Omi`s letters didn't make it to out mailboxes."

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Ken frowned when he walked in Omi's room. It wasn't exactly the state that got him still but the fact it felt so empty now, which didn't make any since, since Omi was probably still asleep. Looking around a moment Ken's eyes narrowed at the bed. The covers looked as if they had been thrown off and no one was insight.

His chocolate eyes widened as he realized, Omi had woken up alone.

His friend, maybe future lover, was not mentally stable and had woken up alone.

The one word that summarized his thoughts was as Yohji had put before was, Shit.

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Omi looked around, it had been a sunny day a moment ago. It had been nice out, as he had never noticed before. Now it looked gray.

He smiled though, his eyes far away as he walked down the sidewalk in his pajamas, the ones he had thought Ken had put on him the night before. He wasn't going to worry about being alone any longer. He knew what to do for now.

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Ken raced down the stairs even faster then he had moments before when Yohji had been on fire, and snatched the blond man up, shaking him back and forth angrily.

"Where is he?!"

Aya stood up and pried Ken's hands from Yohji's shoulders as the other man got his balance. "Kenken what are you talking about?"

Ken seethed, his eyes glowering. "Because I was called down here Omi woke up alone. It wouldn't be so much of a problem except I think he's a tad mentally unstable at the moment and I can't find him!" Ken's fist was balled and he looked as if he were about to jump at either of them again. "He had to have come around here so which way did he go!"

"Whoa…whoa Ken. He could have gotten out another way neither Aya or I saw him pass and we would have."

Aya nodded and reached for his jacket that was in a chair. "Lets not jump to conclusions and start searching. He couldn't have gotten far."

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Manx turned down the street; her heals clicking against the pavement as she made her way to the `Kitty in the House'. She didn't know exactly what was going on but she was going to find out.

She was two blocks from her destination when her eyes caught sight of something. A boy with longish blond hair walking down the street wearing old faded pajama's with sheep and cats on them. Her lips twitched slightly, feeling she should know the boy but wasn't

quite sure where from.

Stopping a moment, Manx decided she might as well find out where this feeling of familiarity came from, and began fallowing the boy.

She had gained on the boy steadily and frown at the wavy way he walked, it appeared from behind him that he either wasn't sure where he was going exactly or was intoxicated. Manx bit her lip, and tapped him on the shoulder.

The face that turned to peer at her drained the color from her own and left the reasons for Ken's upset call ring clear.

The boy was Omi.

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They had split up and searched the house but the search turned up nothing but the peace of mind that Omi wasn't trying to slit his wrists in the bathrooms. After that they left to search the outdoors and still hadn't found anything.

Yohji was positive that the way things were going these past two days that his hair was going to go white before he was thirty.

Aya helped, but trying to find a kid who was mentally unstable while keeping another boy from losing it as well was going to be hell. And it was just beginning it seemed.

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Omi looked up at her with wide blue eyes that didn't quite focus. His lips began to bleed as he breathed out a small puff of air and asked, "You as real as Ken, right?"

Manx, unsure of how to answer that bent down to place an arm on his shoulder, but the boy jumped away. "Omi, its ok. It's me Manx. Remember? I think we need to get you back home, don't you think?" She talked softly as if to a child but Omi only looked at her wearily.

"Your just like he is, aren't you?"

She didn't know what to say to that, but stayed still, unsure as to how to handle this.

They probably would have stayed staring at each other, both unsure as how to react but bare seconds later there was a rustle and Ken appeared, running down the path and looking frantic.

"Omi! Omi!?" His cheeks were rosy from the jog and Manx felt relieved that he had come but Omi's eyes only widened and half focused on him his bony fingers clutching the sleeves of his pajamas.

"Hey, Omi!" Ken approached slowly his hand reaching out towards him. "What were you doing, running off like that? I was so worried when I didn't see you."

"You weren't there…" His voice was a whisper that barely spoke above the wind. " ..you said you wouldn't leave…but you did...you aren't real…"

Ken's eyes burned but he pushed his feelings aside as he approached the other boy and wrapped his arms around him, careful to not startle the other boy. "I'm sorry. It won't be enough but I'm sorry. I am real though."

Omi slowly looked up and the brown-haired boy, his eyes still unfocused and a little glazed looking. "I'm held up by strings, you know. And one day…one day the strings going to break…because…who is real?"

Ken held him tight and pressed his nose into the blond boys head. "I'll keep you from breaking if you let me. Just trust me. I will always be real."

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Manx watched from a few feet away her face blank but eyes warm and worried. She turned around towards Aya and Yohji and took out a file. Walking towards the two she handed it to them.

"You will be paid in full for however long you chose to stay." She spared a look at the pair behind them. "I will get in touch with a psychiatrist at Kritiker. Make sure Omi attends when told."

She turned then, ignoring any sounds coming form either group, and left.

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