Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Jaded ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six

Jaded

DivineAngel

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"Come in." She glanced up at the knock on her office door. Her brilliant green eyes and lavish red curls slowly watching the door open before the boy in her doorway came into view. "Bombay?" She choked out the name shocked. Silent strands of honey blonde hair slowly walking into her office and directly up to her desk. All the while blue eyes making broken contact with her before a small pink tongue licked the thin lips.

"Manx-san I…I needed to talk to you. Gomen." She nodded, motion towards a seat and Omi sat, blue eyes cast to the side saddened. "I…I am having some difficulty concentrating. Lately I have been…I suffer from…my injuries from the last mission." She nodded even though Omi didn't look up to see if she understood. "I think I may need to talk to someone."

"Are you endangering Weiss Omi?" She watched the blue eyes sit up straight immediately locking on her. God no. Didn't she know? Know that was why he worked up the courage to see her. So that he could get help, so that he *wouldn't* endanger Weiss!? "Omi?"

"Never Manx-san. No demo…I don't want to become a risk." She nodded immediately, scribbling this all down onto her pad before nodding at the hesitant blue eyes.

"Go home Omi. I will send you word tomorrow." She watched the thin mouth drop open, afraid she wasn't going to help. "Kritiker will take care of you." She offered a sweet smile. "Now, go home." he nodded, slowly standing up and starting to the door. Gently closing it behind him before choking a shaky breath. Even now after that, he could still feel the shady fear in his stomach from the night he crept up to that room to find Ken. His crossbow out in front, his eyes wide and alert. Every emotion haunted his body still, every memory haunted his dreams. It was tearing him apart. Everything was excruciatingly difficult since his night with Ken. Before that night he had, been able to deal with it. Put up a convincing enough front whenever Aya-Kun or Youji-kun would ask him how he was. Purposely hang around him, or invite him to do things. He had buried it, forced it away, forgot. Ken. Ken had brought it all back, made things fresher, harder. Working in the shop, keeping a smile on his face, the impending doom a mission would come and he would have to go up against an evil and fight were hard! Terrifying!. He couldn't. Not as Bombay. He couldn't. Just hearing Manx-san call him that inside the room made his eyes fall to the floor. A helpless weak intimidation sweeping over his body. Remnants of his injuries. Of his rape.

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He froze as he heard Manx-san's voice from somewhere downstairs. She never just stopped by for a visit, this only meant one thing. His body stiffened as he heard Yohji-kun mutter something about someone calling for him, or telling him she was here. Omi's thin form sitting still, text book in hand before slowly slumping over into his bed further. Ken's footsteps already audible on the stairs as he closed his eyes. "Oi Omi." Ken stopped outside his door. "Ninmu." He cringed at the muttered mission, his hand clamping down at the book as he muttered a small -Hai- that sent Ken back down the stairs with a sad expression he didn't open the door. Oh god. OH GOD! How was he going to do this!!? How could he complete his mission!!?

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"Omi I want to talk to you about your missions." He lay on his back in the small office, strong soothing voice of the psychologist in the expensive office chair four feet from him. "You want to talk about your missions today?" He shook his head no immediately, smearing some tears from his face. "Why not?' There was a long silence that hung in the room as he closed his eyes. "I know your having problems with your confidence Omi, but you need to understand Bombay is not another part of you. It's just another name for you. Like a nick name. Do you understand?"

"Hai."

"Does that make things easier?"

"NO! Harder!" The man silenced as he sat up immediately, laying down was starting to annoy him. "I failed my mission! Could have killed WIESS! Ken-kun couldn't help me."

"You want to talk about Ken today?"

"No."

"I want to talk about your missions Omi. Lets talk about your last mission." He jammed his eyes closed as he turned away before jumping as a tissue box gently nudged his arm. "You were hospitalized after you last mission weren't you Omi." He nodded slightly, gently pulling a tissue from the box. "How did that make you feel?"

"Terrible."

"Why Omi."

"Because…because I was a failure. Because everyone was there because of me." He balled his tissue in his fist as he whispered. "Because I couldn't fight well enough."

"Well enough for your team? Or well enough as Bombay?"

"As Bombay."

"Who is Bombay Omi?"

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. "…I am….I am Bombay." Aya's words rushed to his mind. The hard violet stare standing over him at the hospital barking at him. Telling him he was Bombay. "I am."

"How can Bombay be weaker than Omi. You are who you are Omi. Bombay can not be any weaker then you are because its just another name for yourself." He shook his head. Bombay was weaker! He felt weaker as Bombay! Was terrified to be BomBAY! Never again, never again! He never wanted to be Bombay again! Never wanted the possibility of what happened during his last mission happening again! "Omi, what are you thinking right now?"

"I can't be Bombay!" He choked, bringing the tissue to his face as he started crying out loud. A reassuring hand dropping to his shoulder. "Caaan't. Caaaan't be Booombay."

"Ok Omi. It's ok." he glanced up at the opened palm that came at him with two yellow pills. "I am going to put you on this medication. Just something to make stress seem a little easier. Take two after you eat alright?" He nodded, gently swallowing the pills with the small cup of water he was always given at the beginning of his sessions before taking a few crackers from a plate offered to him.

"Are you scared about heading out for a new mission." he nodded, crackers untouched in his hand as he kept hiccupping upset. "How?"

"I am terrified." He cringed as he exposed himself.

"Ok Omi. That's ok. It's ok to be afraid but…your no different now then you were before your last mission." He shook his head again. Yes he was different. He was. "You don't think so?"

"I feel different. I am…I don't think I can fight well." The man nodded coaxing him on. "I…I can't focus…I…second guess myself, I don't want to be responsible again. I don't….I am scared to be alone on our missions." He turned away immediately, dropping the crackers onto the lounge upset. "I don't want to be Alone! But how can I stay with my teams IF I need To Fight! I have to fight but I can't I CAN't! Aya-Kun Won't Understand! Yohji-kun will pity me! I don't want this!" The man was nodding as he started crying again, ripping a few tissues from the box and bringing them to his face.

"And what will Ken do Omi."

"Ahhh." He sighed a long cry into the soft white material before wiping his face. "Ken-kun will be disgusted with me."

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He hurried down the spiral metal steps into the basement where everyone was gathering. Manx's face offering him a small smile before flicking the light switch and starting their assignment. The chief of a lead bank had been laundering money to a private account and enabling criminals to do business there without proper papers. The man had also been using his position to hide his illegal activities in drugs and selling them to minors while introducing a new drug that had already killed three people. He was also wanted for the murder of a bank competitors child of whom consumed the drug and was one of the three who were suspiciously killed. Manx shut off the tape and leaned into the wall flicking the lights.

"It is a simple case Weiss." She smiled at them. "Target will be destroyed. He has few body guards, many of which are incompetent. He assumes no one knows his tricks. Your opportune time will be at a local first opening at the a new bank branch he is sponsoring. I need one to make the kill and Bombay, you will be needed to research and disable the security once inside." He felt himself fall lightheaded as the word -Bombay- slid into the room and then his instructions. "This mission is important Bombay and relies heavily on you. Which will accompany him?" she turned to the room of three silent men casually waiting before her green eyes snapped at the cold -I Will.- from Aya. "Good. You know what to do." She took the tape and left before he even realized he didn't want to go with Aya. He didn't want to go!

"What's up Omi?" He jumped at Yohji's curious smile looking at him. "Your rather pale."

"Don't get sick for our mission." Aya walked by him and started upstairs as his eyes fell to the ground.

"Omi." Ken's arm slid around his shoulders gently. "Are you ok:?" He nodded immediately ignoring the brown eyes studying him. "Omi." Ken pushed into his face slightly, frowning. He couldn't help that he had been avoiding Ken. The brown eyes freaked him out with the knowledge they had seen what happened to him. "What's wrong Omi. Please…at lease say something to me. What did I do?"

"Gomen." he pulled away and started up the stairs quickly. His eyes still locked on the floor fighting the shaky numb feel that was climbing back into his body. His breathing straining out like he had been running laps while really he was forcing himself to walk, run slightly, not stomp while he bolted to his room, slammed the door and locked it. He felt crazy, the overwhelming pressure of the mission just beating down at him from every angle. There was no way to escape it! He ripped the cordless phone off his desk and started dialing the cell number he already memorized. His face cringing as it kept ringing and ringing before a small message started up. -Hi this is Dr. Takasaki, I can't take your call while I am in my meeting so please leave me a message and I'll get right back to you. If what you have to say is life threatening or you feel you want to take your own life please call my office at 485-3984-394 and I will be there. I want to hear what you have to say so please…don't hang up.- He froze with the beep that waited for him to speak. "Um…this is...Omi." he choked lightly, his eyes flailing around his room as he started trembling. "I…this isn't life threatening I just…need to talk…please…Email me." He hung up. The man didn't have a number to reach him, the only thing he had ever left was his email. However under one of the legal forms they made him fill out he was required to put his address and the Koneko's number. He squeezed the phone at the thought about Dr. Takasaki going to look for it. He should have said *only* to email. He slid the phone down with dread he might get a call at the Koneko. So far, he had kept his visit's a secret. If any of Weiss found out! IF Any of them found out! He would be a laughing stock! Ostracized! He would be kicked out! Kritiker wouldn't want him, Weiss wouldn't want him if he could no longer complete his missions! Ken…He felt this heart wrench. What he was doing to Ken was so wrong but…since that night…since he and Ken had…gone all the way he couldn't look the boy in the eye. He had done everything possible to avoid Ken from faking sick to making himself sick to get in or out of things. He couldn't stand it, his head had been jammed with memories of his injuries the mourning he had woken up in Ken's bed. The morning he had snuck out of the room and to the bathroom to cry for hours as he tried to scrub the dirty feeling away in the shower. Nothing worked, not any kind of soap or lotion, or aroma anything he had tried! He was dirty! Couldn't stand it! A dirty failure! A dirty failure who put his team in danger! A dirt failure who put the people he cared about the most in harm! SHOT KEN! Little, stupid, pathetic, weak Bombay who could only cry and whine while it was fucked. "Ahhh ahhhha haaa." he dropped to the floor sobbing. His shaking figure worming back into the space between his desk and his bed for comfort. Sniveling into his knees like an even bigger pathetic, loser before freezing with the sounds of someone coming up the stairs. His ears straining to hear who it could be, before signing relieved as the footsteps padded directly to Yohji's room with the blonde's voice. He had to stay quiet so Yohji wouldn't hear him. What would he say then. Sorry, I just cry all the time now. I can't look Ken in the eye, can only think about the way I was hurt and no, I can't come downstairs because I am waiting for my shrink to contact me. "Ahh haa!" he choked a cry into his knees as he pulled them to his chest. His ears listening to the muttering in the other room as Yohji got on the phone. The blonde was going out tonight. It had no mission to worry about and was going -clubbin'- or so it was called. Whatever clubbin' meant. To him it meant stumbling back home late morning hours with wide grins and breath like a vodka bottle, if you showed back up at all. Clubbin'. He stopped shivering slightly as he repeated the word over and over slowly in his mind. His tear streamed face listening to Yohji laugh into the phone for a moment before slyly grinning something about stress around the shop and needing to get away. Yeah. Get away. That's what he wanted to do. He would just love to get away. He stumbled to his feet quickly heading for the door to tell Yohji he was definitely going Clubbin' tonight too before stopping. Hand on the door in shock he was such an idiot. He ran his ear up against the wall and started listening to the directions Yohji was giving over the phone. Building a map in his mind of how to get there as he smiled brushing his tears away. Ok. So he was going clubbin'. He was going to get away, leave all this stress behind.

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He watched Yohji from the alley. His blue eyes barely visible from the across the street as he watched the tall blonde talk to a few people hanging around outside the club front before slipping in. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his feet edgy on the ground. Begging him to run away. Back to his room but he shook his head.

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"Omi? You called me earlier, I am sorry I couldn't email you I didn't have a computer with me. Are you alright? Do you need to talk to someone now?"

"Dijobu. Gomen Dr. Takasaki, it was nothing. Sorry I called."

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Two Weeks Later.

Once again he took a step from the alley into the street. Careful to keep his loose jacket pulled around the short tight shirt he wore. It felt weird to be wearing so little and, so tight. The jeans he wore had been a present *from* Yohji ironically enough. Tight and low cut so the rim was just hugging his hip bones. Yohji probably though he'd never use them. Hell he thought he'd never use them, but now… Walking across the street in the skin tight low cut jeans, and short navy blue muscle shirt that his jacket covered while also managing to hide how low his jeans were he was doing it. He was getting away. Going…Clubbin' again…going to leave all his stress behind. It was a new bar he had fallowed Yohji to, but that didn't matter. So the inside of the place would be different, what he'd do in it would be the same. He was going to fix what Bombay ruined.

He stood still shifting slightly as the guy at the door kept looking at him and back to the fake ID he had spent about three hours making. The man's skeptical face continually dropping to the thin card before looking back up at him as though blown away. He definitely didn't look twenty one. "I am going to have to check this kid. You don't look a day over twelve." He shrugged. It would check out fine, he had made sure of that. The guy stared at him for a moment, he didn't look concerned. Wasn't trying to snap the card away so… "Fine get the hell inside." He took the card back starting past. "But you better ever day as god damn old as you say you are!" He ignored the yell from behind him as he walked in. The place was roaring with music and people. Everyone older then him, snuggled around tables talking, or dancing or lingering along the walls and bar that was jammed packed serving drinks faster then it could make them. He smiled slightly, inhaling the smoke and liquor as his eyes scanned around. The sensation of his jeans hugging him as he stood, the excitement in his heart as he slid his jacket off. The danger he shouldn't be there. Would be in so much trouble if he was caught just making him smile brighter. A wild reckless tint growing in his eyes as he took his first step forward directly to the bar. Quickly thinking about what drinks he had heard ordered before that were supposed to be good. A muttered -Give me another Bloody Mary- coming from somewhere to his right and as soon as someone turned to him he asked for the same. Looking down at the small cup given to him before slowly picking it up. Watching the guy down the bar quickly throw it into his mouth and swallow-he imitated. A rush of hot tingles in his throat and explosion in his stomach making him cough.

"Hi there." He spun around a little wide eyed at the stunning red head smiling at him. "I haven't seen you around here before. My names Rachel." She smiled brighter as she gently reached out and touched his hair. "What's you name?"

"Bombay."

"Bombay?" She frowned slightly, her fingers pulling away. "What is that, like, a nickname?"

He nodded immediately. "Yeah. That's exactly what it is." He watched her smile as he sat his empty shot glass back on the bar. At least, it sure didn't look like a Bloody Mary to him. "Do you come here a lot Rachel?" He gave her a grin as she kept eyeing him.

"Don't take this the wrong way Bombay but…your not supposed to be in here are you?"

He grinned. "No. Not really." She smiled a small laugh. "Why? Want to tell on me?" She giggled as he stepped up to her, looking directly into her eyes with a sly grin.

"Come on. Let's go have some fun. I like you Bombay."

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"Yohji. Yohji." He grinned tilting his head back and looking up at her smile. "What are you doing Yohji?" He could tell by her voice that she was smashed before looking up. But the sight of her only confirmed it. Red hair slightly messy, leaning over the railing behind his table with a martini smiling like she would just fall over.

"Rachel. So early and your gone already."

"I am not going anywhere." He jumped as she started climbing over the rail before slumping to the floor next to him with an awkward trip and plop. "What are you.." He grabbed her arm before she had a chance to fall over as she tried to pull herself into the chair next to him. "Drinking." She smiled pulling his cocktail away and smelling it before taking a sip. Smiling as he finished off her martini. "Staying…sane for a reason Yohji?" She smiled leaning into him and gently nipping at his neck with her mouth.

"Rachel." He helped her up slightly, taking his cocktail from her and finishing that off too. "Not as interesting as the last time I was here."

"You should get out and dance. Meet someone." She hiccupped as she watched him shrug. "I have a...sort of new friend here today." He gave her a grin, slouching into the table slightly drunk. "A kid. Forgot his name. He's still just *Giving* it away Hahaha! Heard about the name before, apparently he's good. Does it…a lot, haaaard Yohji." He chuckled as she started laughing. Her face scrunching up as she kept laughing as if it were the funniest thing and he started laughing too. "Good thing I…got him first. Gave him a really nice blow tonight."

"Dirty girl." She grinned at the playful shove and tease.

"Ahh." She shrugged, staring into her empty cup. "Want to meet him?" She glanced up at the drunken smile just looking at her shrugging. "He's nice. Looks so young. Not a day over twelve."

"I only go for…I only go for." She nearly fell off her chair as the drunken mumbling started shoving at her arm slightly. "Only go for…girls over eighteen. My policy."

"Your drunk Yohji." She pointed a drunken accusing finger at him with a frown.

"What ever do you mean?" He grinned leaning in for a kiss she returned before grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him up. "I am not." He gave her a grin, stumbling from his chair and fallowing her yanks through the crowd.

"I just sent him in from the alley. So dirty out there. He's in the bathroom now."

"He's?" He cocked an eyebrow stopping his walk, but he stumbled forward a bit anyway. "A boy?"

"You don't care Yohji. Your drunk." She whirled around with a small giggle that slipped into his chest and gently started running her fingers over him. "I think you'll like him. He's so sweet." Her soft eye winked as he slowly, slowly started registering what she said and the invitation as she shoved him at the bathroom door. Watching him stumble through. He could hear people at work inside already. His casual drunken walk heading straight past a few couples making out, and the first empty stall before stopping at the middle one and waiting. His slurred green eyes slowly starting to frown as he listened to the two people in there finishing up. This really wasn't his style. How did Rachel talk him into these things? He should be in the woman's bathroom right now. Yes that's definitely where he should be. He stumbled back a step to start towards the door as the stall flew open. A satisfied guy zipping its pants back up starting past him without so much as a glance as he looked inside. Stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

"Rachel tells me you're her friend?" He grinned down at the blurry vision of some light colored hair kneeling on the ground. "What is your name?" He jumped at the hands that were immediately on his fly trying to rip it down. "Hold on there." He grabbed one of them, feeling the other just pull away and run onto his ass as the forehead under him leaned into his thigh. "Don't you even want to talk?" He hiccupped a few times and frowned. "I am not so drunk." He pulled on the light hand, asking the body to stand up and it did. A mouth immediately jumping at his, sucking in his lips with hot hungry breath panting on his face. The hand in his ripping away and attacking his chest. Diving under his shirt and making him jump slightly. The boy really didn't want to talk. "Do you at least want to know my name?" He made a confused face, speaking into the thin nose that was sucking on his bottom lip. "Everyone knows me once they've had some of Kodou." He grinned, the blurry ceiling lights still above him as he slowly ran his hand onto the thin back. Smiling at the tight shirt that let him feel the underneath as he started sliding down the stall wall to the tugging.

"I know Yohji-kun." He blinked slightly, thin hands under his shirt as it pulled him so he was sitting on the floor.

"I have a friend who calls me that." He smiled, thin boy climbing into his lap, straddling him so it was facing his chest. Rocking down onto his lap slightly. "Lately…" He trailed, trying to think of what Omi's problem was lately. "That bastard Ken. Thinks I want to hear about his problems every second." He frowned just remembering Ken whining and whining about Omi and rambling on and on about how the boy wouldn't talk to him. Or look at him, or touch him, or let itself be touched and how he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. Couldn't figure out what to do. "Lucky stupid bastard." The thin lap arched while making out with his neck as his hands squeezed it, getting aggressive just thinking about Ken.

"Don't think about Ken-kun now Yohji-kun." He nodded, frowning slightly as he got a little more of the voice in his neck. Thin hands on his back and in his hair, playing with his lap as it sat on him.

"You sound like…Omi." The body froze for just the slightest second on him before shaking no and moving to his lips to shut him up. His eyes drooping closed with the alcohol. It was amazing if he wasn't where he was, and drunk, he would have bet his life on the fact that was Omi that just spoke to him. The boy's face was literally attacking his as it kissed. Tongue in his mouth all but strangling him as it tried to get in deeper and deeper. One of the boy's hands between its own legs touching itself since he hadn't yet. His green eyes closed as he kept sucking in air through his nose and the smell. The soft fruity smell of the boy's hair. Visions of Omi swimming through his head and it wasn't so hard to envision this being Omi on him. He grinned at the thought. Lips pulling back from his for air, even though he could have gone a while longer. The thought of this being Omi made him smile then shiver. That was wrong. Ken's whining came back to him in a second and he brought his hands to the boy's chest gently shoving it back. "I can't…you remind me of someone." He sniffled, hiccupping slightly as he opened his eyes at the wide blue ones looking at him rejected.

"But Yohji-kun!" He jumped.

"OMI!" He shoved the thin body off him immediately. Watching Omi fall back and smack the other side of the stall cringing. Tight jeans and legs wide open facing him as a thin hand started rubbing the honey blonde strands where it hit. "Kuso. Kuso!" He growled standing up, zipping his fly and smoothing his shirt. "KUSO OMI!" Thin body jumping at his yell before scrambling to its feet and grinning at him. "Omi!" he jumped as the thin lips tried to get back to his mouth, a thin hand suddenly between his legs grabbing him. "Yamete." He shoved it away hard, slapping the hand that grabbed him. The thin face tried to get back to his mouth and he slapped it. Watching it stumble back a step before looking at him. One cheek getting red as it stared at him for a moment. His chest heaving How? HOW!? How could this be OMI!? What the hell was he doing here!? How could- His mind stopped dead as he watched the thin arms pull its shirt off and drop it to the floor before starting on its pants. "Yamete!" He grabbed the thin hands and jerked them from their fly. Feeling the thin body come at him as though he had asked. "O-ahh." He turned away, quickly throwing up into the toilet as he heard Omi moving around behind him. His head preying that when he turned around no more clothes would be missing before he jumped at the hands that grabbed his ass from behind him. A thin mouth on his shoulder kissing him as it moaned gently. His eyes widened in shock and just…disgusted, and… He stood up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing the shirt on the floor. "Stop this." he spun around again grabbing one of the thin arms. "Or I'll hit you again."

"Do it Yohji-kun." He froze as Omi leaned into his hand that held its arm. "Hit me again please."

"Omi-"

"-NO." He stopped at the sudden frown glaring at him. "I am Bombay." his eyes widened slightly. Omi was just throwing around his mission name!? "MmBombay likes you Yohji-kun." He took a step back as Omi's hand ran back onto his chest before he ripped the stall door open and started out. Yanking the thin arm that wasn't protesting in the slightest with him. His body stumbling slightly with the liquor as he started pushing his way through the crowd dragging Omi with him. The cold night air rushing over both of them as he pushed outside and felt Omi trip to the ground with the sudden jerk. He turned around grabbing the thin boy and picking it up. Thin arms rapping around his neck and hugging him as the thin legs rapped around his waist nuzzling into him. He felt like he was going to puke, and any second it was going to be all over Omi. He ripped open his car door and started shoving Omi off. Thin arms protesting and trying to push into him, sucking on his ear before he roughly shoved it back and slammed the car door. Stomping around to the drivers side drunk as he considered he really shouldn't be driving, but he didn't really give a fuck right now either. He ripped open the car door, started it and took off into the street. It was late now anyway, maybe three in the mourning. "Yohji-kun, look at me." He kept his eyes on the road as he shook his head to the small sound of a zipper. "I am taking my pants off?" His teeth grit at the smiling tone that spoke its comment like it was giving him a present.

"Aya's going to kill you. *I* am going to kill you!" He growled speeding faster as Omi's pout did its pants back up before thin hands appeared on his waist. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?" He sneered glancing from the road for just a second to see Omi unbuckling and shifting to lay on the seats sliding to his lap. "Get off me Omi."

"Bombay." A small whisper corrected him and he jumped at the fingers opening his fly. He ripped them off and sent Omi back by the head in a snap.

"What about Ken. What are you doing?" He gave the blue eyes an aggressive look. "Stop this." He growled, swinging a heavy left directly to the Koneko and he heard Omi hit the car door with the fast swing. Stumbling from the car drunk as he got out and grabbed the thin arm coming at him dragging it to the side alley door. "Shut up will you." He jammed his key into the door and opened it. "I don't need Aya blaming this on me. Walk Omi." He growled jerking the thin arm that was stumbling along with him inside. Nothing but bare chest and tight hip hugging jeans and sneakers.

"Demo! Yohji-"

"Shhh. Shut up Omi." He growled at the frowning blue eyes before jumping as the hall light flicked on. Aya's hard violet glare staring at them from where it had been sitting in the kitchen waiting up. Ken's sleepy face sitting up from a chair still rapped up in a blanket where it had fallen asleep. "Aya." He spoke the name still frowning.

"Where were you."

He dropped Omi's arm with a disgusted expression. "Out. Where do you think." He gave the violet eyes a smug look as Ken pushed past him to Omi. Mumbling into the blue eyes that wouldn't look at it. "Having fun. Drinking. I found Omi."

"What are you talking about Yohji!" He frowned at Ken's outburst, brown eyes furious at the entire situation. "You weren't Out With OMI?!"

"I went alone." Ken nearly died as Omi shoved it away frowning. "I can do what I want." Light strands of honey blonde hair pushing past and starting towards the stairs before Aya grabbed it. Strong hand throwing the bare chest at the wall and watching the blue eyes flick up both surprised, angered and afraid.

"Until your are eighteen you are under our supervision." Aya glared down into the light face. "You will behave while you are here. You will ask before you leave. You are Weiss and therefore what you do effects all of us."

"No!" Ken and Yohji stood wide eyed and watching as Omi yelled back into Aya's face. Standing up from the wall to defend itself. "I will do what I want Aya-Kun! Leave me alone! I-(Slap!)" Omi's head swung to the side with the hard impact.

"Shut up." The violet eyes frowned heavily grabbing the thin arms and dragging it up the stairs before the blue eyes had a chance to look back. "If you ever try anything like this again Omi." Swinging the light body into the bathroom as it slammed the door in. Blue eyes stumbling and falling to the floor before looking up. But they weren't frowning, or crying they were smiling.

"Like it rough like that Aya-kun." The violet eyes didn't move as the thin body stood up touching its nipples as it locked eyes with the violet ones. "Touch me Aya-kun." HE frowned, glaring at the drunken blue that grinned as Yohji and Ken came up the stairs to see what the hell was going on. His glare staring at the light face that looked at the two before jumping at him and smashing its lips into him.

"AYA!" Ken growled running ahead before Yohji grabbed its tanned shoulder shaking no.

"He did the same thing to me in the car Ken." The brown eyes widened hurt. How could Omi do that!? Didn't the boy care for him at all!? About what they had together!?. "Aya, easy with him."

Aya ripped Omi out of the bathroom harder then he had shoved him in. Pushing the bare chest into the hall where they were so that it was practically fighting to just stand with the forces jerking it around. "If Omi wants to be touched them take him. Use him like he wants." For a second their faces were wide stares that blanked out with panic Aya might have gone off the same deep end as Omi before a violet eye winked at them.

"Aya-KUN!" Omi jumped as the violet eyes grabbed its wrists and wrapped them behind its back so it hurt.

"Yohji you first, Ken next and I…" The violet eyes leaned into the thin neck that was starting to shake upset. "I will have him last. Alight Omi?" He glared at the blue eyes that immediately stared down to the floor shaking. Shaking no with the idea it would be forced to…with…them.. The tables had turned now. He was terrified, jumping away from Yohji's hand as it gently laid on his thin shoulder before slumping to the floor as Aya released his wrists.

"That's Enough!" Ken dropped to the floor grabbing the thin crying shoulders glaring up at them. "It's alright Omi." Reassuring the trembling body that just sat where it fell.

"Omi's psychologist called today." Their eyes all snapped up at Aya's monotone statement before jumping as Omi screamed.

"AHhhH! AHHHAAaaa." Sobbing hysterical as it shoved Ken away and struggled to its feet trying to tear to its room before jerking backward as Aya grabbed its arm. "Leeet mee gooo Aya-Kuun! Leeet meee gooO!" Sobbing blue eyes spinning to the violet ones watching it as it tugged at its arm. A foot from its bedroom.

"Omi has been seeing him for two weeks." The blue eyes widened as Aya continued releasing information to Ken and Yohji who had frozen listening. "Everyday after school for a half an hour under Kritikers supervision."

"Omi you said." Ken's eyes shot at the trembling body. "Said you had a study class to go to."

"He has been lying to us all Ken." Aya frowned at the thin body hugging itself with its free arm as it cried. "Hiding its sessions from us. Not anymore Omi. You will go for an hour after school everyday because you clearly need help." The crying head nodded immediately, trying to tug its arm away again so it could hide. "One of us will take you there and pick you up to ensure you go." The light arm tugged slightly harder nodding. "Alright? Go to your room then." The light body was trembling so hard now thin strands of its hair could be seen vibrating. Thin chest breathing harder and harder as it tugged on its arm that was held in place. The tight clamped grip wouldn't let go as the thin body pulled before Yohji took a step forward concerned.

"He's hyperventilating Aya!" Yanking the thin body from the hard grip that was waiting for a confirmation answer, and gently sitting it down. Pushing its head down so it could start breathing right again. "Ken, get me something for him to breath into." He glanced up at the sad brown eyes watching this from where they stood, before feeling Omi push back towards the wall and him as Ken took one step forward. Brown hair stopping immediately as it saw the reaction. Simply standing there on the verge of tears as Omi kept breathing to fast. Blue eyes jammed closed, they didn't want to see Ken. Most of all they didn't want to see Ken or be seen by him. Not until the dirty feeling was gone, not until he was less shameful. Ken was who he cared about more then anything and because of that he wasn't going to let Ken anywhere near him until he was better. He didn't want Ken to see him broken and pathetic like this. "Omi relax!" Yohji swatted his back hard as he started breathing faster. Everything getting blurry and he felt he would pass out before the strong hands shaking his shoulders started bringing him back to reality a little. "You shouldn't have hit him Aya." Yohji looked up at the violet eyes that were supervising and frowning.

"Your right Yohji." the green eyes widened at the agreement. Staring up from where they were sitting next to the hysterical thin figure. "You should have. When you found him." He felt himself choke as Aya started back to its room. His fingers tightening as he realized that was exactly what he had done. When Omi wouldn't get off him or listen he had slapped the thin face just like Aya had in the kitchen only, not as hard. Omi had fallen back with his shove then, but Omi practically fell over with Aya's slap. He glanced up as Ken started to his room. Walking slow and upset before shutting the door and leaving them in the hall. Omi's shoulders fell immediately. Loosing their tense grip and sinking to heavy relieved chokes before sinking ones of despair as he started pulling the boy up.

"You smell Omittchi." He smiled slightly, pulling the thin body with him as he started into the boy's room. He could smell dried sweat and body fluids, but he could feel Omi fighting to just walk as he pulled it towards its bed. "I think you should just sleep this one off Omi." the blue eyes tightened. Yeah. Sleep it off. What the hell kind of expression was that.?! As soon as he woke up it would be in his face more then ever. That night at the club he could fully forget everything. When it was hard to hear, and hard to see, and he never knew who was with him. When no one knew him and all they knew was his reputation. That Bombay gave good head, that Bombay was flexible and took it rough at times. At the clubs Bombay wasn't such a failure, he was a master man. Just. Like. Ken. And in doing this he could maybe trick himself. Lie well enough to make himself think that what happened to Bombay wasn't so unintentional. That he had wanted it. That he had even coaxed the guy on to him. It wasn't rape anymore. It was sex. Sex that he had wanted and asked for. Sex that hadn't hurt and made him bleed, but sex that felt good. That was what happened now. To Bombay, and to Omi.

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"I am going to…go…take a shower." He frowned, baffled and annoyed.

"No your not." The boy stopped dead in its tracks and looked back at him uneasily. "What alles you Dark Child?"

The boy didn't move. Blackened eyes staring back from over their shoulder before turning to him slightly. Looking over the fox that sat on the small twin bed anxious to have the boy with it. "I don't want to now Shu." the fox frowned immediately. Not so much with the request. Or the fact that the request had been the same yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that. But with the fact that had been the request for the last two weeks. "Gomen."

"Don't give me that." He stood up, feeling the boy tense as he started across the room and grabbed the thin figure's shoulders. Jerking the boy into his arm and starting back to the bed with its skinny form. Blackened eyes looking up at him expressionless, but inside them there was a tense upset expression as he laid the boy back into the sheets. Grinning down at the thin figure and skin he hadn't seen for two weeks. His eyes studying the thin shirt the boy was wearing before the loose gray pants that hung off the legs showing how thin they were and the space between them. "What is it Nagi?" The boy shook its head at him, he didn't even get a verbal answer calling the boy by his name. {What is it Dark Child?}

{I don't want to Shu. I will tomorrow. I will feel better tomorrow} He frowned as the boy looked off to the side, motionless where he had laid it. He couldn't remember a time when Nagi didn't want affection more than he did. More than any of them the boy was ready, every night, at any time. Before he had allowed the boy into his arms, and allowed himself to touch the boy with his affection-Reassured the boy did really want him and not just the touch. The boy had used every opportunity to show itself to him. Every small plot that was hatched to get them together or alone he rejected and now suddenly, the tables had turned. He saw the boy shy away, and try and hide. The covers pulled up to the thin shoulders as they slept, Nagi on the other side of the bed. Suddenly there was a fear and uneasy tension that hung around any sexual look, gesture or assumption. Every night the thin lips gave him an excuse as they timidly looked up at him. Trying to politely explain that it felt like last night they had been going at it till morning. It felt satisfied still, filled to the brim, and why Shu didn't feel the same was confusing. When the boy tried to think about when they had last been together, it was confusing, because the boy couldn't really remember the exact time but, felt like they had been together every night. There was an uneasy numbness in the boy's limbs like the one when Crawford became angry. An uneasy tension that it would be forced into weird positions and further into the act then before and the fox sensed it-with confusion. Sly green eyes looking down at the delicate skin it laid its hand on.

{Why do you think such things Dark Child?} The Fox had a soft frown caressing its features. Confused as to why the boy would ever think it would do such things.

{I don't know why} The fox looked away as the boy read his thoughts with its own power. {I…}

{Why do you suspect Weiss Dark Child? I thought you closed Bombay.}

{I thought I did} the fox sat up confused, watching the boy lay where it was. {Maybe I was wrong}

{I can-}

{-No. You can't look Shu} The boy shook its head immediately. Having the fox look deep inside its head would only confuse it more. {I'll work harder. I guess Bombay is-}

{-Bombay is a problem.} The boy frowned softly as the fox did. If that stupid little Weiss kitten thought it was going to screw around with Schwarz….The fox's teeth grit, a sly look befalling the green eyes as they laid back next to the boy. {Bombay, Bombay, Bombay} "Shh Dark Child." He ran a hand over the delicate forehead with a reassuring notion. He wasn't going to force the boy. No not him. Not like Crawford used to. Not like all the other people used to. The delicate figure relaxed with the sensation. A thin arm draping over the foxes chest with a soft hug. {I will talk to Bombay Dark Child} The fox nodded, looking up at the ceiling as it thought this over. {I will separate your mind from Bombay's Dark Child…with your help} The boy nodded immediately. Having Bombay out of him for good was a wonderful thought. More and more he was beginning to wish he had never stretched his mind that far. It was a hard objective for him to control. Especially when he was enacting the seed of magic he obtained from Schuldig and not himself. The power was foreign, and his research was simply nothing more, than practice.

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