Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Break Through ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven

Break Through

DivineAngel

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"Has this made you feel better yet Omi?" The man watched him lay where he was, staring up at the ceiling considering. "Omi? How do you feel coming to see me for an hour everyday?"

"Ashamed."

"Why do you feel ashamed Omi?" His face tensed. [Confidence: Omi-1 Bombay-0] He felt ashamed alright. Ashamed that everyone knew. Ashamed that his therapy was becoming a mourning discussion when he wasn't in the room. Who was taking Omi, who was picking Omi up. What they would do for an hour while waiting. If anyone thought he was getting better, if anyone saw signs he was getting worse. "Omi?"

"Cause I am not getting better."

"You don't think your improving Omi?" He nodded. "Well I think your definitely showing signs of improvement. I've talked to the rest of your team." His body cringed [Confidence: Omi-0, Bombay-0] "They think it's good that you have someone to talk to. I am glad you come to see me Omi. I think it's wonderful that you talk so willingly." He nodded slightly.

"Could you…" he glanced over at the guy, slowly sitting up. "Could you not talk to them. I would prefer to, not involve anyone else."

"Well…Ken has shown a particular interest in knowing how your doing Omi. Do you talk to Ken at home? Are you getting along well with him?"

"No." He shook his head looking down. "I don't talk to him at all."

"Why not Omi? I thought you said Ken was who you were closest to. You've told me briefly, and your own word was relationship."

"I don't like Ken looking at me. I can't stand him looking at me anymore."

"He only wants to help you Omi."

"He makes me feel dirty."

"Omi, has it occurred to you that maybe it's not Ken that makes you feel dirty. That maybe Ken just forces you to look at why you think your dirty?" His blue eyes immediately shot up widened.

"What?"

"Omi." The man shifted forward in his chair, closer to him. "Ken wants to help you. What you doing is extremely painful for him to cope with. Ken tells me you won't so much as stay in the same room if he's there. Are you aware how this makes him feel?" He didn't move. "Omi, your making him feel just as terrible as your feel here." His eyes rushed with tears. That wasn't what he wanted, that wasn't what he meant to do. It hurt to know he was hurting Ken so bad. "I am going to talk to my boss this afternoon. I would like to invite Ken to your next session Omi."

"NO!" He jumped up wide eyed. Shaking his head as the man looked up at him.

"Omi please sit down." He dropped back to the lounge gripping the edge tightly. "I think it would be good progress for you if Ken were here. I think that…" the man trailed as his head fell forward, his eyes jamming closed. He didn't want Ken here. Didn't want Ken to ever see him here. "Omi I am sorry. We're out of time. Do you want me to give you a call if I arrange for Ken to come?" He stood up keeping his eyes from the man as he ripped the door open.

"No." He stomped out down the stairs and out the main door. His body freezing for a moment at the white Porsche that was waiting there to pick him up before quickly starting towards it. Silently slipping into the passenger side and remaining quiet as the car pulled back into traffic. Aya hadn't said anything to him yet, violet eyes just staring ahead as they drove. His eyes turned towards the window, sitting still and tense. Counting the seconds until they would be back at the Koneko.

"How did it go."

He nearly jumped as Aya spoke. "Fine." Neither of their eyes met. Several minutes passed in silence.

"…Good." He glanced at Aya as the response came. It was weird for Aya to give him any encouragement. The violet eyes turned to him, almost annoyed that they had slipped up. "Make sure you take your medication after dinner." He felt his body tense immediately ashamed as he looked away.

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"Yes?" Manx picked up the phone, bringing it past her brilliant red curls to her ear as she sat at her desk.

"Yes this is Dr. Takasaki, I was told I should contact this number if I had any questions about Omi."

"…Yes."

There was a pause on the other line as though waiting for her to say more. Before the hesitant "For Omi's next visit I would like to ask a member of his team to join." the man paused again waiting for her to say something, but she simply held the phone. "I would like his friend Ken to come. I feel that he would greatly help-"

"-Mr. Takasaki. If you feel that asking Ken to Omi's session would be beneficial go ahead. Anything you feel that will help Bombay you do not need permission for. However, a complete record of *all* your sessions and decisions will be reviewed." She stopped this time, letting the man fully understand if there was a slip up, he would be held responsible.

"I understand, thank you for your time." He hung up before her. Her brilliant green eyes looking down at the desk before slowly fallowing and resuming her work.

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The car was not fully parked as Omi got out fast and slammed the door behind him. Aya always *had* to push this in his face. Always! Constantly reminding him to take those damn pills and bringing up his progress. He growled ripping the front door open and stomping in past the customers. Dropping his jacket in the kitchen and heading up the stairs. His frown heading directly to Ken's room and freezing at the low mumble that was inside.

"Aha. Yes…Well if you think I'll help. Omi doesn't really talk to me anymore…Sure." He yanked the door open immediately, watching Ken whirl around surprised. "Omi!?"

"Ken-kun! Hang up!" He yelled at the brown eyes that quickly muttered it had to go before hanging up. "You can't come." He yanked the cordless phone from Ken as he frowned at the brown eyes that were astonished he was talking to it.

"Omi I-"

"-No! I said you can't come Ken-kun! Don't you dare Come!" Ken frowned immediately. Yanking the phone back and hanging it up on the nightstand.

"I want to come."

"I said you can't."

"Omi!" he jumped as the brown eyes flicked up at him, standing up in front of him bigger. "Please." the frown softened immediately. "What's bothering you Omi. I thought what we had was wonderful." He shook his head, backing up as Ken laid a hand on his face. Ken looked sad suddenly, strong tanned hand dropping back to its side. "Omi. Your doctor thinks it would be good for me to come so…whatever he thinks will be good I am going to do."

"Ken-kun." He growled stepping up to the brown eyes. "If you go…I'll never talk to you again!"

"You don't talk to me now! You shove me away with everything!" Ken was right, and he stopped himself from backing up as he realized he was already trying to leave the room. "God Omi, you have no idea how much what your doing makes me feel like shit." His eyes snapped at Ken with the low mumble. "I care about you more then any person I know. I though…I thought you felt the same way about me. I want to *be* with you Omi. I don't care about what's happened. I don't even care about these last few weeks! All I want is you." Ken stared at him as he said nothing. "This all must be my fault somehow I know it." He felt his mouth drop open, and the glimmer in Ken's eyes might have been tears. "I moved to fast didn't I. I shouldn't have rushed you Omi. Gomen." Ken's eyes fell to the floor. "Maybe we should have waited longer. So there would have been more time between us and…what happened at the warehouse." Ken swallowed as he looked up at the furious glaring expression.

"What happened at the warehouse Ken-kun." Omi was snarling at him, shaking slightly with all the confrontation. "Was nothing. I wanted that. It has nothing to do with YOU! Or US!"

Ken looked baffled, and he backed up immediately as Ken came forward. "You didn't want that Omi. I saw you. I am sorry. I did everything I could. You just weren't ready that night I am sorry I didn't see that before."

"SHUT UP!" Ken jumped at his scream and he could feel his eyes rushing with tears. "You don't know what I WANTED! You don't know what I FELT! That WAS what I wanted! You don't know anything Ken-Kun!" If he didn't want it than it was rape. If Bombay didn't want that, than it was rape. Bombay couldn't be raped. Bombay couldn't be weak. He sniveled back his tears. "You can't come to my session cause It's Mine! I SAID YOU CAN'T!" Ken stared at him as he stopped screaming. His lungs still pumping air in and out as he struggled to catch his breath. Ken's sad eyes just looking at him. Realizing. Omi wasn't ready. He just wasn't ready for what they had done. The rape had bruised him, scarred him, and it was so well hidden none of them had noticed. Not even him.

"I'll think about it Omi." he nodded slightly. Watching the head of honey blonde strands just choke a small sound and gasp he was still going to contemplate going. Rushing from his room and directly to its own, leaving him standing there. Nothing answered. Nothing accomplished.

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"What are you so tense for Omi." He kept his eyes on the window as Yohji grinned a question at him. "You look like I am taking you to be executed." He didn't say anything about how the statement was exactly how he felt. His mind flustered with dread that Ken might not have listened to him and might show up at his session. Might somehow get there even though he wasn't at the Koneko when he got home from school, and he wasn't in the car now. "Are you ok Omittchi?"

He glanced over at the green eyes that took a look at him from where they were driving. "Fine."

Yohji nodded, turning back to the road with a slumped expression. "When I was younger Omittchi, not everything went my way. When I lost Asuka I thought, everything has been pitted against me from the beginning. Felt so foolish for not seeing it before." He grabbed the door handle as Yohji pulled over outside the office building meant for him. His body hesitating as the blonde turned to him. "But I remember what I said after her death when anyone asked me how I was…." He couldn't take this anymore. Couldn't take the soft sympathetic look trying to help him. Couldn't take listening to Yohji with the idea that Ken could be upstairs talking away about him. He dove from the car and started for the building. Casual green eyes and drooping glasses watching him rush in. "…I used to say…I was fine."

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His body went rigid as he made it up the stairs and his eyes landed right on Ken. The soft light jeans and t-shirt that leaned off the wall upon spotting him. His face tensing up to an outraged frown as Ken opened his mouth mumbling an apology.

"Gomen Omi. I thought that-" They both jumped as the door to their right opened and they were welcomed in.

"Ken I am thrilled to be meeting you." The two men were shaking hands. "Please take a seat." Mr. Takasaki gave them both strong smiles before motioning to an additional that had appeared in the room. He frowned harder. Ken must have told them he would come and just pretended to consider it. He shot a glare at Ken who slowly sat down a bit uneasy with him, before turning back to the man who sat four feet from the lounge he sat on. The room was small, probably on purpose. "Don't be nervous Ken, I like to encourage people here to get whatever they have bothering them off their chest. If you don't have any questions I have some, as well as some subjects I'd like to see if we can get through today." he glanced away as Ken looked over at him. As though asking before he heard a muttered -No.- and the man turned back to him. "Alright. Omi, I hope your not to bothered with the fact that Ken is here today. I know you were pretty adamant about not having him, but my supervisors seemed to give me a thumbs up with the idea."

"He didn't want me to come." His eyes widened as Ken spoke right up. "He asked me not to come yesterday when he came home. It was…" Ken trailed as the brown eyes glanced at him. "It was the first time we've really talked in about a….two weeks. Since the night he…came home with Yohji."

"Is that true Omi?" He felt himself jump slightly. He wasn't done staring at Ken yet before the man turned to him.

"I didn't say anything to you that night Ken-kun." He frowned at the brown eyes that only looked worse with his frown and comment.

"Omi. I'd like to talk about the last time you were pleasantly with Ken today. Ken I want your input on this too, so anything I say feel free to comment on, or just jump right in." Ken was nodding as the brown eyes came back to him. "Omi? When was the last time you were pleasantly with Ken?" His eyes fell to his lap immediately. He knew when that was. It was the night he had gone all the way with Ken. The night all his memories came flying back and made him this way. A cripple.

"I think it was.." His eyes shot up as Ken started talking when he said nothing. "…The last time was…definitely...during the last storm here. It was raining and the power went out and we were fooling around in my room." He felt this face flood over with his blush. "We-"

"-Ken-kun!" He snapped in immediately. He hadn't intended to but he wasn't going to let Ken just sit there and talk about their sex life. He closed his mouth as two pairs of eyes turned to him immediately. Just looking at him to say more before the man turned back to Ken.

"What Omi?" He glared at Ken who turned to him and stayed locked on him until he looked away. "You tell him than Omi." he kept his eyes firmly planted on the other wall wishing Ken would just shut up, and for a moment. As the silence continued he thought it might actually happen before he heard the heavy sign. "We fooled around for a little and then we made love." His eyes jammed shot. "The next morning I woke up and he wasn't there. He was in the bathroom, and wouldn't let me come in." He felt his body shaking, knowing he was next. Now he wished Ken *wouldn't* shut up because as soon as he did, the spotlight would be on him.

"Omi. Do you have anything to say about that?" he shook his head immediately. He wanted the entire topic to just blow over. "Well, I want to talk about this so…Ken how did it make you feel when you woke up and Omi wasn't there?"

"I went looking for him. Omi always did wake up earlier than all of us so, I thought he was probably hungry or something." There was a silence, he guessed the man was nodding. "He was crying in the bathroom."

"Ken-KUN!" He snapped Ken who practically jumped out of its skin with his yell. His sudden burst then leaving him drowning in his own action. He hadn't meant to yell again but this was too much! "Ken-kun." He whispered the name with a -shut-up- tone this time. Watching Ken sink back in the chair lightly, licking its lips with a small surrendering gesture.

"Omi were you crying in the bathroom?"

He hesitated for a moment as his eyes left Ken. "Yes."

"Why?"

He felt his chest pick up, his heart picking up with a cold sweat. "I don't know." the man frowned at him immediately. This was the first time he had chosen to hide behind that answer. "I…" He tried to correct himself immediately. "I remembered some things…and I…"

"It was his first time."

"KEN-KUN!" He nearly got up this time. "Will you…Stop TALKING!"

"WHY!?" He watched Ken get mad now, sitting up more. "This is the only time I CAN talk about you and not feel like I am talking behind your back! Your bothering me! I can't figure you out Omi! Now I can at least say something, and you want me to stop?! But you won't talk to me if I need it!"

"This is not the time Ken-kun." Ken gave him a harsh look like -yeah right. When is the time?- and he started gapping for a better phrase. "This…I…just stop talking."

"No." He jumped at Ken's refusal. Brown eyes staring him down. "I want to talk about this Omi. I have all this pressing on me. I know its pressing on you, and I have my own idea's why. I want to know if they're right." He shook his head immediately. He didn't want to talk about this. Didn't want to do this. "Yes I do." He shook no harder.

"No."

"How can you say that!? What are you talking about Omi?" Ken looked concerned now, and he jumped away as Ken reached out and grabbed his knee. The man's hand shot out immediately, gently telling Ken no as the rough hand pulled back. His eyes jamming closed as he tilted his head back into the wall listening to the steady focused voice ask Ken what some of his theories were. "I don't know." He almost choked a laugh. Good ol' Ken make such a stink and then have no idea what was going on. "One of the things that bother me is that he won't talk about what happened." He felt himself tense so hard it hurt. If Ken brought this up he'd never get out of it. "He won't say it outright, only works around it if he has to." Yeah, but he didn't really hear Ken saying it either. "Plus…when we were in bed he wasn't really-"

"AHh! KEN-KUN!" He screamed against his will and then had to go with it, it felt so good. Ken looked mad as he sat up and slammed his feet down with his weight to make Ken stop. "Stop! Stop it please. Stop it please!" Ken looked more concerned as his aggression started fading and he was begging now. "Please stop Ken-kun. Please." The brown eyes nodded immediately, sitting back in their chair shut up. The man did a small frown, watching him start calming down now that he knew Ken was going to be quiet.

"Omi. Why do you want Ken to stop." he shook his head, but it was a different -I am not talking about this- shake, rather then his usually silent beg to stop. "Omi. That doesn't work here. This *is* one of the subjects I wanted to cover today, and since Ken seems to want to talk about it also, I would like to focus on it." he shut his eyes. AH! He called that one before it came, baka KEN-Kun! "Omi I want you to talk about that night with Ken. We're you scared to be with him intimately." His face was just slack as his body started surrendering to the stressful panic. Uh oh, he didn't take his pill this morning. Hopefully Aya wasn't counting or he could just imagine the glare he would get. "Omi?" The question brought him back to reality.

"I didn't think I was going to go all the way with him…" there was a sudden silence as he spoke a sentence. "I got distracted." he glanced at Ken, who's eyes were locked onto part of its knee which was bouncing slightly slouched in the chair. "Ken's really good in bed." He watched the brown eyes look up at the soft smile he gave and the bouncing stopped. "Ken…when I woke up I…remembered…" he trailed wanting to prove Ken wrong and use the word but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to do it. "I…I got up and went to clean up but…I felt like…" he could feel his chest picking up remembering this. It was hard to keep talking about how he felt, how he felt, how he felt. It was draining, embarrassing and confusing when he tried to figure out how good he had done that day. Pathetic, or not so pathetic, there was a fine line between the two. "I….I…I…."

"Omi." He glanced up at Ken's soft tone. Brown eyes looking at him with a smile. The tension inside Ken had disappeared with his, and the boy was once again ready to do anything for him.

"I remembered everything Ken-kun. Like I told you I couldn't when we were in the hospital. I remembered everything." Ken started nodding immediately, trying to reassure him. "It was a lot…a lot to think about…." He tried to word it nicely, to keep the stiff feeling from the corners of his lips telling him he was going to start crying if he kept down this road. "I…I um…didn't want you to see how…" He made an excuse fast. "…tired I looked so…" He couldn't say it was because he was scared. "…that's why I wouldn't let you in." He glanced up with his soft apology. "Gomen Ken-kun, I should have opened the door."

"No." Ken shook no in a second, slowly seeping out of the chair and dropping in front of him. "You don't have to let me in Omi. I don't want to make you feel bad."

"Demo Ken-kun…" He couldn't keep the tears from his eyes. "You saw…You saw everything that happened to meeee.." Ken's eyes dropped to the floor as he covered his with a sideways palm choking his cry into it. "I can't do this Ken-kun. Aya-kun is still so mad at me for failing out last mission at the bank." He felt Ken's hands slowly sliding onto his knees, brown hair nodding at him. Trying its best to make him feel better. "If I can't carry out my missions, what will I do? I can't leave Weiss I have no where to go! Aya-kun won't let me stay if I can't fight! But I can't be Bombay!"

"Why Omi?" He stopped for a second, smearing the tears from his cheeks as Ken's locked on him. "Why not?…I like Bombay." The comment caught him off guard and he shifted back slightly. Ken's hands ripped off his knees afraid they would pressure him, but the strong body of musky smelling soap didn't move. "It's because of the…" He shook his head no slightly. "Yes…Yes it is…it's because.." He shook his head no harder, his eyes widening. Locking on Ken's, begging him not to say it, but Ken already knew. Had finally figured it out. "It's because of the rape isn't it Omi." He felt his heart stop for a second, his entire body just freezing up. "That's why you went to…the bars…" He could see the pain in Ken's face as the deeper voice spoke that part. So hurt he had thrown himself to all those people, and then to Yohji-kun, and Aya-kun too. He was sobbing quietly now and he knew it, but Ken was right in front of him. A wall was behind him. There was no where for him to hide. So he sat there and cried as Ken nodded slowly. "Say it Omi." the brown eyes looked up at him with a deep focused frown. They had been right. They had known him well enough to solve the puzzle. Grant it was a two week in the struggling puzzle but Ken Hidaka, man who suffered Foot-In-Mouth had done it. Had finally done it. "It was an accident Omi. It could have happened to anyone of us. It…it was going got happen to me. They would have raped *me* Omi."

"Ahhhmmm!" He shook his head, pulling his legs upward to get them away from Ken as he squirmed back into the wall.

"You saved me! You stopped them. You're the only reason that wasn't me on the floor." Ken's eyes were filling with tears slightly. "Don't you think that haunts me. Don't you think I wish every day that I just ripped the arrow through my chest so I could have done something! OMI! I should be the one in this room." Ken's eyes were wide as they stumbled over that fact. "I know you went to those bars because you didn't want to face this Omi." Ken was ignoring his body signs now. NO matter how hard he jammed his eyes closed, or shook his head. Pulled his legs tighter to his chest or choked out small sobs against his will Ken just kept talking. Just kept slowly slipping closer, depleting the inches of space that separated them. "I know you Omi. You couldn't look at it. Thought you could fool me. Fool me into thinking you, brought that guy to you. So you went to all those places, and did that so many times…but it's not you Omi. I know you better then that."

"You don't know me! Ken-kun!"

"I do." Ken was practically sitting on him now. Crouching directly in front of his squished little form on his lounge. Leaning right into his face as the brown eyes stayed locked on him. "I do Know you Omi." he opened his eyes slightly. Ken was whispering and he could hear it so well. He wasn't all that surprised to see Ken practically nose to nose with him. "You scared the hell out of me. Made all of us worry, but didn't fool us worth a damn. Bombay is not a failure Omi, he's you. And your not a failure to me."

"A-aya-kun."

"Your not a failure to Aya-kun. If I wasn't so gullible I would have figured that out a long time ago. He might actually be the most worried. Every time he's alone I see him thinking about this mess, and he always asks how things went, or messes with your medication. I thought he was just being a prick until I saw how hurt he was over it." He opened his mouth slightly, forming a -Yo- "Your not a failure to Yohji either Omi."

"Ken-kun. I remember how I got to the Koneko now." He watched Ken's eyes fall to the lounge under them as he said that. He remembered, looking up through half open blue eyes as Aya suddenly appeared over him. All he could feel then was the bruises in his hips and back and burning from his ass. He wasn't even aware of the blood that was running down his leg. Then…Yohji over him too, before they were touching him while he couldn't even move. "I couldn't move Ken-kun. I was laying there without..." He saw Ken nod slightly as he sniffled out his whisper.

"You always were kinda modest around Aya and Yohji." Ken gave him a smile. Trying to lighten the situation but he didn't imitate it, or even fake one because you couldn't lighten the situation. He had tried a million over. He was laying there naked and bleeding for both Aya and Yohji. Then…

"Then Schwarz. My enemy." Ken look panic stricken with him now. Worried about his memories, unaware he had cried over this for nights, and nights, and nights. His enemy, who he had to stand up to in battle. Who were constantly trying to kill him. Schuldig who toyed with him like he was a puppet. Made him think Yohji only ate bananas, and that Aya loved the movie flipper and even wanted a matching plush toy of the stupid dolphin for his birthday, which as far as Aya was concerned didn't even exist. To his enemy he was laying on that table. Had to stoop so low as to let them cover him because his own team couldn't do it. "Ken-kun. Schwarz…Schwarz…"

"They're not really our enemy anymore Omi, Schwarz…" Ken trailed choking out the small sentence with fumbles at every word. Trying to concoct an excuse why what happened in front of Schwarz wasn't so bad.

"The hospital." He saw Ken's face tighten slightly as he moved. Abandoned all the horrible things that happened at the warehouse and brought up a whole new handful. "I…I was…" Ken shook his head slightly, the top of the brown hair looking at him as Ken's head drooped down. "I kept asking for you Ken-kun, and nobody knew who you were. I thought that Kritiker had abandoned me. I thought they put me in a real hospital and were going to pretend they didn't know me." Ken's eyes snapped up. "I was so scared I thought I would be all alone. I wouldn't be able to go to the Koneko because I'd blow your covers. I kept trying to figure out what I was going to do, and where I was going to do, and I was in a lot of pain until they gave me medicine, but no body knew any of you. I kept saying, I came here with Ken-kun, and Yohji-kun, and Aya-kun and they kept saying. There is no one here by that name. And Manx-san was outside my room when they wouldn't let her in, and she told them who I was Ken-kun. I could see her through the doorway." When I was lying there naked and uncovered for doctors. When I was all alone I heard her say it. "She was speaking in the hall they said. Who is the boy, and she said…That is Bombay." And that's when I knew. "I never wanted to be Bombay again Ken-kun." He jumped as Ken shoved him a little, pushing his head up from where he was slouching into the wall and pulling his arm out slightly to get to his shoulder. "Ken-kun?" He hiccupped out the name upset before Ken's soft, musk-spice brown hair pushed into his shoulder gently hugging him. Holding itself back from the hard way it wanted to squeeze him and never let go, and in an instant he was hugging back sobbing. "I juuust caaaan't. Thaaat's who I waaas. Bombay. Bombay! I hate the word! I hate it!" Ken smiled into his neck as he started ranting annoyed. Ignoring the tears on his face because smearing them away was useless when they just came back.

"Demo Omi." Ken muffled into his neck lightly, and he felt himself sniffling and coughing for a moment so he would be able to hear better. "Now you know that Bombay is just a word ne?" Ken nodded at him slightly. Thrilled with the way his words had changed. From hating Bombay, to hating the word Bombay. "Bombay is really Omi in disguise." He choked a small smile at the sly way Ken said that. "I have heard good things about Bombay Omi." Ken pulled back smiling at him as he sniffled. "Aya says Bombay is the only one that can be trusted to cut security. Yohji has said Bombay is the only man talented enough to wear shorts and not get frostbite when he has to cover up so." He smiled at the familiar words he had heard during the missions. When they were bored, or staking out, or in the basement getting ready. Which was where Aya had mumbled the phrase about Bombay's consistency. "I like Bombay." Ken smiled at him with the absurd phrase. "Cause he's you Omi. Only because he's you." He dropped his eyes back to the lounge, to his legs, lap and Ken's jeans. That meant…then that meant…then…then… "Go ahead Omi." Ken nodded at him softly, as though reading his mind. As though aware he was mentally dukeing it out. "Say it."

"I…I…" He started gapping. Trying hard to get this. Trying hard to say it for Ken. For himself. For Weiss. "I..I was…I was…Ken-kun." his eyes were flooding with tears as his teeth grit. His head shaking no's slightly and Ken's hands slid up to his shoulders. Shifting as close as possible without physically climbing onto him. "Ken-kuuuun." He choked slightly whining out the name for help.

"Go ahead Omi."

"Ahh ahmmm." He started crying again, blubbering down to his knees as he huffed air in an out like a fish out of water. "I waaas ahhha aaaahh….I ….I was ahhhhaaaaNO!" He yelled and Ken jumped. His mouth screaming at himself as part of his mind immediately muttered the word Bombay. Trying to offer him Bombay so he could escape. So he could push this entire mess off on Bombay's shoulders and be ok. "No…no that's not true." Ken looked concerned, and the man that had been silently sitting there observing their progress looked even more concerned. He was talking to no one. "That's not true it was me." His face cringed, squeezing tears out before looking up and locking eyes with the wide brown ones that were so concerned for him. That were willing to butt heads with him, and make him hate it if it would help. Even if he would never speak to Ken again, Ken was willing to come and try, for him. "I..I was raped Ken-kun. He did it. To me. Raped me." He felt his chest buckle under him as Ken's eyes closed for a moment. "AhhhAAAhHH!" His sobbing form slumping forward into the strong chest in front of him as he covered his face with his hands.

"Dijobu Omi. Dijobu." He felt Ken pulling him up slightly as he stood. Gently helping him to his feet as he started sniffling. Taking tissues from the open box and wiping away tears before blowing his nose. Their time was up about ten, fifteen minutes ago. They were holding everyone up, but progress like that can't be stopped when it starts. Or so the man said as he opened the door for them. Giving them a few more tissues before a wave as they walked out into the hall. His sniffles stopping immediately as he wiped all traces he had been crying off his face. A side from his red puffy eyes, reddened nose and fatigued expression. Fallowing Ken down the stairs and out the main doors directly to the white Porsche. Climbing into the back seat as Ken opened the door before shifting right up to the strong shirt and blue jeans that got in next. His eyes closed into Ken's shoulder, trying to ignore Aya. Violet eyes turning back to look at them more concerned than annoyed they were late. Even though it would play opposite day. Freezing with his reddened face and Ken's look that was more or less like -Ok, now start the car.- Turning around and driving back in silence. Ken's arm draping around his shoulders, hugging him into the strong chest that was intent on shielding him from everything bad as long as it could. Intent on not letting him sneak away, or leave its sight for the rest of the day after this -break through- His shaky exhale the only sound in the car as he mentally knew where they were. Fallowing the route home with the amount of bumps and stop signs before sighing heavily as he felt the left hand turn to the Koneko. Ken's arm giving him a gentle squeeze before climbing out and waiting for him. Keeping eyes on him as they started for the alley door instead of the front one. Surely all the girls inside would just boo and whine over what happened to Omi-san, before he stopped. Ken's body jerking slightly with surprise and concern as he turned around to Aya's fiery red hair that was locking the car casually. Looking up and freezing as it caught him standing there waiting for it. Pale hand slowly sliding its keys back into its pocket looking at him. Reddened face and worried tight expression, before his thin hand reached out and gently touched the strong tall arm. "A-arigato Aya-kun."

"Come on Omi." Ken was behind him, both arms on his shoulders leading him back a step. All before the soft smile that slowly spread over his face made it any higher than half way up his jaw lines. The violet eyes staring at him in a sort of silent shock that watched him be led inside, before slowly reaching up and touching its arm where he had. The gentle heat from his fingers still lingering there with the sense of rescue and safety he felt now. The strength and assurance he wasn't a failure and he was loved, gently smeared onto the pale arm. It was the touch, of a child. The innocence just lingering, like Omi had put it there. And this. This was how it would be. He wasn't a stupid man. A quiet man, but not a stupid one. He wasn't blind to Yohji, or the thoughts that plagued the man's brain. The quiet stares, and appreciative looks those dark green eyes would slip into while watching Omi. There was affection in those eyes, a longing inside them. Surprisingly, he had more respect for Yohji now. It was a graceful step back, an honest love. The desire inside those green eyes were quiet for once. Every drop of love they had for Omi bottled and shelved. It was obvious to see how happy the boy was with Ken. How they would both goof off, and play around, and later at night the intimate moans could be heard. They weren't very good at trying very hard to keep it quiet. It was a relationship. One that he had trouble seeing first. One that he had trouble stomaching first. An abomination. That was what he was taught came from two men together, but…when he would see Omi perk up and brighten just when Ken would walk in. It was impossible to find which part was supposed to be the abomination. It wasn't Ken. No, not Ken, the man he had secretly developed what some might call a crush for. What he would only label as a soft spot. Part of his brain had been raddled, part of his icy walls had been shaken by the two boys. How could their relationship be an abomination when it was so full of pure hope and passion. How could he not be an abomination as well, if his soft spot for Ken was something more, and…whether Yohji was an abomination that was practically a given in his mind. Yes. There was no hard evidence, or even suggested looks, but no one could go out and party like that man did and not become some sort of abomination. So that was them. That was his team. An abomination of sinners, and murderers. There wasn't much at stake then if the thoughts that all quietly petered around each other's minds were further indebt to sin. He had to respect Omi for the courage the boy had to pursue it with Ken, when he never would. When Yohji never would. Leave it to Omi, bright, happy, gift-to-save-them Omi to finally make the move. To be so naive and only understand enough to realize things felt better with Ken, therefore couldn't be wrong. Envious was a word to describe him. Envious of the affection the young boy had, the security and comfort that was found in the clumsy soccer player he could have had, had he ever made his move. He was sure similar thoughts racked Yohji's brain as well. When he would catch those green eyes offering it's best advice to either of the young boy's with a smile. The smile that would slowly slip to a saddened fake amusement, when it realized it just pushed Omi and Ken closer together and ultimately shoved itself further away. It was pretty obvious one could not be an envious coward, and have the kind of love that Omi had. Hell, one couldn't even be a hopeful, nervous, attempter, which was what he was going to label Yohji and ultimately himself, and have what Omi had. Omi had been willing to bear it all to Ken. To just give it away and suffer the irreversible crash that would have come had Ken rejected the proposal. That was courage. Courage he obviously had never seen himself lacking until now. Sure in battles, in life, in the Koneko he had plenty of courage. Kept everyone in line with just his looks, but…when it came to being who he was. His own sense of Ran, he was a coward. He smiled slightly, still standing where those gentle fingers had touched him. Leave it to Omi to show him the light. Leave it to Omi to cause his head to bow and understand how much stronger he had to be, but feel none the worse because of it.

"Do not be frightened Abyssinian." He spun around wide eyed at the sly voice cutting through his thoughts. Two shadowed silhouettes shining into their alley where they stood. One straight, arms crossed over it's chest grinning. The second short, still and expressionless. His eyes squint immediately, body tensing. "We have no reason to be fighting. Schwarz, had no interest in Weiss Abyssinian. It was merely our employers who seem to butt heads."

"What do you want." His voice was icy and hard, as always. Nothing detected hiding underneath. No trace of the cowardice Omi had showed him.

"A word of time." He frowned at the mind games. Jumping to a fighting stance as the small form of faded chocolate strands stepped forward. The light from their alley sweeping over its face and illuminating its paler skin and blackened eyes.

"Schwarz is not here to fight. Relax yourself Abyssinian." He growled, snapping his eyes at the grinning fox as he felt soothing vibes coming at him. His body moving immediately trying to shake them off.

"It's rude to keep us outside in the alley. Aren't you going to invite us in?" The fox smiled as he straightened up glaring hard. His small grunt barely audible as he smirked himself this time, and the fox cocked it's head with an eyebrow.

"No. Explain what you want." The fox stepped forward, running a hand onto the thin boy staring at him.

"Just a word. A moment Weiss. The prodigy would like to speak with one of your team…for only a moment of course. Only a moment should be alright." He could feel the glaring eyes and smiled words forcing into his mind. Telling him over and over it was alright. It was going to be ok, one moment wasn't so bad. "That's right. One moment…is not so bad. Nothing dangerous will happen. No one will be hurt." He could feel his face relaxing, the glare dropping from his eyes. Who was it in his head! Was it his own mind saying a moment was not so bad, or was it the sly eyes staring at him. Slowly stepping forward to see how at ease he was and smiling further as he did nothing. "May we come in then? We will not barge in unless invited." He nodded slightly, shifting to the side as a sign they should come. Which they did immediately, coming to the thin side door with him, and waiting as he opened it. Stepping into the thin hall that lead to the kitchen, stairs to the right.

"Aya how did it go?" Yohji looked up at him immediately, lazily drinking and smoking at their counter. "AYA!" Bolting up as it saw the enemy walking back in through the alley door.

"Relax Yohji." He quickly brought his hand up, watching the blonde hesitate from where it looked like it was going to attack forward. A strong hand still lingering by its wrist.

"That's right Balinese." The fox smiled immediately. "We're here on peaceful terms. As we told Abyssinian, Schwarz has no interest in Weiss personally." The sly green eyes squint at the sneering cigarette.

"Aya! You believe them!" Yohji jumped up, storming around the counter and directly to the hall entrance as they started coming forward. Slamming a hand to the wall and blocking the path further. "Aya. What are you doing?"

"Yohji." The violet eyes squint at him as it looked at his arm before towards his face. His anger slowly dwindling, slowly relaxing. Schwarz didn't seem so bad. A…a moment with them inside would not be so bad. "I know what your thinking."

He blinked quickly, why the hell wasn't he worried anymore!? "You!" His eyes snapped at the fox. "I am not falling for your games."

"Only I want to be here." They all snapped at the thin boy who suddenly spoke. Blackened expressionless eyes looking at all of them. "Schuldig can wait outside if it makes you uneasy Weiss. I only want to speak to Bombay…for a moment."

He glanced up at Aya, at the fox, back to the boy, they were all waiting for his response and reaction. "Fine." He sneered dropping his arm. "For a moment, you wait outside." The fox frowned.

"I am not leaving the prodigy Balinese." He growled before glancing at Aya for help, but the red hair seemed to be calm with all of this.

"Aya will you wake up!" He snapped grabbing the firm arm next to him, watching Aya look at him.

"Relax Yohji. If any of us wanted someone dead. They would be dead by now." His eyes widened, first in shock at how easily Aya spoke of death in their team, before the realization the man was right. Schwarz had easily burst in only a few weeks ago and kept them all still. Could have done anything it wanted. Now they were asking for permission, remaining at easy, trying to put him at ease as well. "You want to talk to Omi?" He watched the thin boy nod. "Why?" The blackened eyes fixed on him, silence lingering into the room with the stubborn private answer before he nodded. "Fine. Only you. *Not* you." He gave the fox a look, and it only smiled. "Come here." He grabbed the boy's thin arm and swung the delicate body into the wall quickly to search for weapons.

"Ah!" The boy screamed for only a minute with surprise before they all jumped at the sudden smashing. Nearly every glass cup in the kitchen bursting with the sudden movement as the boy trembled into the wall. His strong hands still pressing it's back there firmly before fox ripped his wrists away, pulling the boy from him.

"The Prodigy does not like to be touched." The fox glared at him, as though it were furious he had upset the tense body it held. "Don't touch him." He glanced into the kitchen as the fox nodded that way, his face slumping annoyed with the broken dishes but, at least it wasn't the windows. {I will stay down here with you and Abyssinian, Balinese. Please let the boy speak with Bombay}

"He's upstairs." They all looked at him as he suddenly answered nothing. {Then let him go upstairs.} He frowned immediately. NO Way! Not upstairs alone to see Omi! {Shhh, no worries Balinese. If I wanted to hurt the kitten, I would have done it already. Prodigy will not hurt him} He glanced at the thin figure under the foxes arm. Widened deep eyes looking at him uneasily. All he wanted to do was pat it down for weapons. {He doesn't have any weapons. As you can see, he only uses his mind.} He felt his body stiffen slightly, this entire idea sounded like crap to him. Aya laid a hand on his shoulder, watching him jump.

"Let him go upstairs Yohji." He nodded slightly, shifting to the side as he gave the tense, wide dark eyes a weak encouraging wink. The foxes arm slowly sliding from around it's body with a gently smile down to it. A silence as the boy and the fox remained looking at each other, talking to themselves before the boy started past them. Expressionless and quickly walking as though nothing had happened. His body slightly tense as he watched it start up the stairs, pausing for a moment on the very first step before disappearing. He sighed turning back to Aya. Lots of help there, he thought as his face slumped. The expression was still cold, stiff, and impossible for him to read.

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"Omi?" He smiled as Omi turned to him from where the honey blonde sat in front of its computer in its room. "How much longer?"

"A few minutes, I am almost done Ken-kun." He shrugged lightly, trying to ease the expression he knew was rushing for him.

"Take your time. I don't think Aya or Yohji are going to bother us." He chuckled, but Omi only smiled slightly. "Dijobu?"

"Hai." He studied the uneasy face for a moment before shrugging off the bedroom doorframe.

"Okay, I am going to go brush my teeth and shower. You want to…" He gave the sweet face a smile, maybe Omi wanted to come with him but.

"Want to what?" He shrugged.

"Never mind. Finish up, I am tired." He watched Omi nod immediately, muttering a -hai- as he started for the bathroom. Blue eyes watching their typing text onto the monitor with gentle tapping sounds before stopping. Maybe Ken would want to…let him…shower…. His fingers stopped, hesitating slightly before getting up.

"Hey Ken-kun." He grinned starting to his doorway as he called out. Walking to his doorway before his eyes widened at the thin body that suddenly immerged at the top of their stares. His body froze, watching the thin frame stop as it locked eyes with him, just staring. His heart picking up, his head racing. Did he, call out?, start fighting?, run?, what!? "Ken-KUN!" He made a mad dash into the hall, watching Ken immediately appear in the bathroom doorway with a -Om-!- before the bathroom door slammed shut locking Ken inside. He panicked quickly stepping back and dashing into his own room. The closet, he needed his crossbow from the closet. His eyes locked on it as he reached out to the open door before it slammed shut in front of him. He whirled around to the thin figure standing in his room before jumping as his bedroom door slammed shut as well. The hard -slam- of the wood colliding with the hinges and frame holding such force as the small boy stood there, it was hypnotizing, terrifying. "YOuJi-KUN! AYA-KUN!" He screamed.

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His eyes widened with the scream and he threw an -I told you so, Now they're in the house attacking!- look at Aya as the violet eyes squint.

"Yamete!" The fox whirled in front of them so fast he almost fell back into Aya's frown. "Just wait." His face locked furious. "Bombay is fine. Only frightened."

"Move!" He felt himself trip as Aya shoved him forward and pushed into the sly face glaring. "Move out of my way."

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He backed up immediately, blue eyes flying over the room for anything useful. There was nothing. Unless he could shoot and hopefully distract Nagi while he did it. He had never been able to get anything past the boy. "Doushio" He choked a whisper before locking his eyes on the blackened ones staring at him.

"I have not come to fight Bombay. I have come for something that is mine." He pressed himself into the wall slightly as Nagi started forward. A thin pale hand slowly outstretching to him.

"N-nani?" He gasped, his eyes tearing at the windows. If Nagi was here that meant Schwarz was here. For all he knew they were all downstairs fighting right now. They could all be dead if he wasn't killed as well! "Nani!" He frowned, screaming at the thin form that came at him again. Watching him bolt away towards his closet and yank at the door handle that felt like it have been cemented shut. He whirled around to the blackened eyes who were staring at him. Thin chocolate brown stands of hair starting to move slightly. He felt his body tense up. He knew that look, every time he got that look and wasn't far enough away he went flying. "Y-yamete." He frowned, his voice catching him his throat. "YAMETE! ONEGAI!"

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He grabbed the fox as Aya shoved it aside. The strong body he attacked fighting him off already. Curing at them in German as Aya started to the stairs before falling back as though it had been hit. "KuSO! AYA!" He screamed, caught off guard at his teammates injury and the fox shoved him off immediately.

"LEave them BE! The DARk child will NOT HURT BOMBAY!" The fox shoved Aya away, guarding the stairs again to block them as he stood up slowly. His right hand moving to a pair of flower scissors on the wall and then gently to his wire. He saw Aya doing the same. Eying the glass vase on their table before glaring at the fox. Any second one of them would move and start it all…any second.

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He threw himself forward in an effort to attack the blackened eyes who's hair was wiping around its head, before it could attack him. His hands stretching out for its neck before freezing inches from it so he couldn't do any damage. "AHhhrrrr." He growled his frustration glaring at the thin face concentrating on him. A weird feeling slowly trickling into his body, and now being so close, his mind too. He squirmed. Darting his eyes to the side with intent, watching Nagi imitate so any weapon there could be flung away. Then he spit. Directly at the pale face looking for the weapon that wasn't there, watching its features scrunch up. Never seeing that one coming, and he got one hand threw and to the thin neck. Squeezing it hard and Nagi fell over. Concentration lost, him coming down on top both hands on the thin neck.

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"Nagi!" They jumped as the fox's eyes widened for a moment before spinning towards the stairs. Aya's hands immediately snapping at the vase and coming forward before stopping. Just like Aya, the fox stumbled back as though it had ran into a wall. "KUSO! Bumsen, BUMSEN! DARK CHILD! LET ME UP! LET ME UP!" He froze, glancing at Aya who to had stopped to watch the ranting fox who screamed up the stairs. Unable to get through the barrier the boy had left on the first step. "This is all your fault!" The fox whirled around to them furious. "If anything happens to the Dark Child." A sick twisted grin spread itself over the face that crouched slightly, ready to fight them now. Fully motivated with intent, Weiss had lied and put them in danger and his fingers tightened on the scissors. A small portion of wire protruding from the watch on his wrists. Aya taking a small shift forward with the Katana-substitute vase, and from somewhere upstairs Ken could be heard yelling about a door.

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"DOUSHITE! DOUSHITEEEE!" He was screaming, top of his lungs insane as he jerked the thin neck around in his grasp. Closed blackened eyes letting him vent, motionless to his attacks, without any attempt to stop him. "DOUSHITE! I am nothing! NOTHING! KUDASAI! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The blackened eyes snapped open, and in an instant he felt, for the slightest second pressure against his chest before he was flung back. About three feet, landing hard on his butt as Nagi slowly sat up. "Ku-kudasai…" He pushed himself back with his feet immediately, watching Nagi stand and look down at him. That was the first time he had ever been able to get his hands on his opponent, and it looked like it would be his last to.

"You are not nothing." He jumped at the tingling sensation he felt growing in his finger tips and legs before climbing up him. "Bombay, I am sorry I could not stop it. I did not understand what I felt." He jumped as Nagi came closer, directly in front of him, and he felt the pressure on his feet and hands, like someone holding him down as Nagi crouched. Thin pale face leaning directly into his almost nose to nose. "I need this to stop Bombay."

"O-Omi." He whispered his name. He didn't want to be called Bombay when he wasn't on a mission. This was his room, his house, he was Omi here. Regular, normal Omi. He didn't have to think about Bombay, but Nagi was expressionless.

"Gomen Omi." Nagi slowly sat down in front of him, eyes still locked. "It is me who you have been hearing inside your head." His eyes widened at the confession, even though he had, had his suspicions. "Because of our connection, and Crawford's ability, I was able to foresee some of what was to happen to you, demo…" Nagi looked sad suddenly, as though the failure to accurately carry all this out was a direct failure reflection. "I will have to work harder to be Schwarz, I will have to work harder as Prodigy not to blunder my powers so badly. Demo, now I need to close you from me Bom-Omi." He stiffened as Nagi leaned closer to him, until their foreheads were pressed together. "This will make it stop…Dijobu, relax your mind. To me only. Relax your mind to me Omi." He inhaled heavily, realizing he had stopped since Nagi began. Dark black eyes, like oil pools staring right at him, feeling his consent as he gently started to relax. Nagi's pale face slowly slipping to a gentle expression, possibly a smile and the pressure from his hands and feet disappeared. Allowing him to shift slightly, sitting more comfortably, but a force was holding his head still. The gentle tingling that had been inside his arms and legs whirling up his back and spine the moment Nagi's eyes closed and he gasped. "It has been nice Omi." His eyes snapped at Nagi's small smile. "You have been excellent research for me." He closed his eyes suddenly, a sleepy drooping running over his entire body the moment Nagi's comment finished and then it hit. Like light exploding inside his eyes, the sounds, the images, the people. The sensation of his body washed away, over taken by the activity in his mind. Like he had been jolted, suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree and everything was just swimming and flying into him as he saw it. The streets, the alleys, the hunger, the food out of reach, the thin small state of his body. The drunken voices, the bitter words, the slaps, the kicks, the hands. Touching him, teasing him, forcing him into small spaces, slapping him aside. Feeding him drugs and laughing, water everywhere. His eyes wide and choking for air as he stared up at the murky expression of someone's face outside the water. The arms coming down to him, holding him in the tub, trying to drawn him. Then, Crawford's face, dark eyes and frown slapping him aside, dragging him along. Forcing him upright, pulling him into more dark spaces, and blankets. Touching him, forcing him, raping him, beating him. More sounds, screaming, fires, longing, hunger, hatred, betrayal, suffocation. His own hands holding blades to his wrists, looking down as he slowly pressed one in. Watching a thin drop of blood appear before the bathroom door flung open and a foreign never before seen man with wild orange hair and green eyes looked shocked to see him. The blade cutting deeper before being snapped from him as the man grabbed them, threw them and started puking. Groaning with a hangover as it pulled him from the bathroom. Suddenly he was in a car, being fed, being touched differently before Crawford returned. A yellow eye glaring at him, the vision of bars in front of his eyes locking him inside, the yellow eye holding his bleeding naked body to the sounds of arguing in the next room. Then another day, clothes, no blood, his body puking and puking, poisoned from raw meat, struggling to take care of himself all alone and sick. Night, wind, fires, warehouses, missions, masters, employers, computers, data, screen names, him, Omi, Bombay. A draw littered with pictures of himself, notes of himself. The Koneko, Ken, Yohji, Aya, Omi, Weiss, hatred, disgust, vengeance, hatred, hatred, hatred, Crawford, touching, rubbing, crying. Schuldig's arms, Schuldig's body. The one he was inside, the thin battered one, touching itself, stripping its clothes, moving furniture, screaming, crying, pleading, hating, hating Weiss. Hating Him. Then the pain, Farfarello holding him, the car, the Koneko, all of them, fighting arguing. Schuldig demanding to know what happened to Him. Bombay. The car, Crawford, furious, dragging him out, shoving him into another and driving off. The beatings, the teasing, the dirty words before Schuldig. The arms, the chest, the body comforting him with an indescribable comfort. That warehouse! AH THE WAREHOUSE! The fake fire, his arrow firing into his own shoulder and the sound of his own screams blaring from inside as he looked up from Nagi's eyes. Bleeding to heavily to move, Schuldig trying so hard to make it upstairs and help him, Yohji falling repeatedly in the rubble, before Aya, running over Schuldig to get upstairs to him. The bandages, Farfarello holding him, rocking him. Schuldig loving him, taking him finally, touching him, kissing him. The massive confusion of their brains colliding in specks of bright light and horrible images, the most vivid memories. The most agonizing pain, the most amazing pleasures, the extremes resurfacing in one unstable moment that would let them writher from where they were buried and spread their wings. His face twisted in terror and pain as his room blurred back to him. Nagi blurred back to him. Silent, expressionless, vacant, blackened eyes opening to him. Slowly pulling back from his forehead and sitting still for a moment. Watching him realize he had grabbed the thin body and attached to part of it while afraid. His fingers slowly loosening and pulling back. Watching Nagi stand up looking down at him as though it hadn't seen anything. As though it hadn't just learned his entire life in the blink of an eye. The torment in his family, the anguish of his murders, the pain behind his smile, the death of his brothers, mother, sister. His love for Ken and all the people that had ever touched him, the first liquor he ever tasted, the first cigarette he snuck from Yohji. Once. Those blackened eyes had taken it all and not batted an eye. Still as stiff and expressionless as they had been slowly starting to his doorway before glancing back at him. "It has been fun Omi." He felt his mouth gapping for a response. Still drowning in all the emotions and images that had bombarded his brain when Nagi reached inside. Found their connection and took it apart.

"N-Nagi?"

The blackened eyes stayed patient for him, watching him try and understand what he wanted to say. The indescribable urge the had to know the boy better, to talk about what he had seen. To…to…to make up for what he had done. Nagi knew more then him about his own life. Those nights, every night he had spent at the bar, all the drinks, and sex, and music, and people. Nagi had seen it all but found a restless Aya sitting in the kitchen waiting for him to come home. The pain and confusion Ken had believing it was all his fault. The obvious light hearted words that Yohji shot around with absolutely no idea what or why this was happening, but concerned about it just the same. The conversations his team had, had about him. The wonderings if they put too much pressure, too much work, not enough time, all the analyzing in the wrong direction. Blaming themselves when he had done it himself. "Good bye Omi." He felt his heart jump as he came back from his mind and shot his eyes back up to Nagi. His body relaxing slightly, the shaking subsiding to the gentle smile and nod he gave. Watching Nagi imitate gently and with less emotion before leaving. He knew that would not be the last time he saw the boy, and so he sat still. Listening to the sudden commotion in the kitchen, before the back alley door, the running up the stairs, Ken finally bursting through the bathroom with the belief it was his own pounding and ingenious idea to break the lock that achieved such. All the footsteps coming closer, bursting through his doorway. Three wide pairs of eyes demanding to know what happened, grabbing at his shoulders, ripping him up. Frowning skeptically at blood around his lips and chin from his nose and the intensity. The frazzled disaster that was his hair as Ken kept talking directly into his face. Yohji's hand sill grabbing at his arms and body, there wasn't a scratch on him. All three minds crazed as to why they should all be separated without explanation. Yohji and Aya most concerned, after being cornered with Schuldig who became equally concerned. Ken most perplexed after being locked in the bathroom without so much as a shouting acknowledgement from any of them. His eyes half open, his lips partially apart relaxed as the snapping questions and grouping hands started calming. All three pairs of eyes just standing still, waiting for him to say something. Trying to make up for their over reaction now that they realized nothing was wrong. Ken's hands still lingering on his shoulders. Yohji's on his hips annoyed, Aya's crossed over the strong chest frowning at him. "A-Arigato" He smiled slightly, before letting it grow. The sudden torment he was such a waste wasn't so…tormenting suddenly. His past was disgusting, his family abused, abandoned, reclaimed and beat him. With his own hands he had killed them. In his own hands she had died. The wasteful murderer, who carried blood and sin and soil clumped to his hands and fingers, that was himself was….not so bad. Not so bad after Nagi. Not so bad after all the places he had been in that spit second. All those dark corners, and alleys, and bedrooms, and closets, and hands, all the hands on him. What he had was not so bad after all. What he had was, actually nice. Very nice. "Arigato minna." They looked baffled at his wide smile, at his happy expression. Ken's face slowly lifting up before smiling back at him, squeezing his shoulders with a nod. Yohji glanced at Aya who was still glaring and frowning before smiling to. "Arigato Aya-kun." He smiled at the violet eyes who's glare buckled slightly before nodding a -Hn- at him. "Arigato Yohji-kun" He grinned at the cocky blonde hair that ran a hand through its hair before offering him a wink. "Ken-kun." his eyes fixing on Ken for a moment. The one who had been there for him the most. Who always listened to him. Sensed his emotions, knew those…secret spots. Ken who coaxed him through his…through his…through his…rape...and was still there. "A-Arigato Ken-kun." He bowed his head for only a moment, and Ken was still smiling when he looked up. Squeezing his shoulder again before nodding a -Hai..Hai Omi-

"Yes. Hai Bishonen."

"Hn" Aya grunted again, not to be left out and he smile brighten.

"Hai, Arigato."

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Wowie! I hoped you liked it! Writing this story was a real challenge cause it was my first one and I hope I made it interesting! Thanks for taking the time to read, and I really hope you can take the time to review since I worked to write it all. Ja ne! DivineAngel