Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Misconceptions ( Chapter 2 )

Note: This chapter is rated R for sexual implications and graphic but not so graphic sexual ministrations between Omi and Ken. If this sort of stuff bothers you than...well I'd say just skim over that part cause if you skip the chapter-you'll never understand the story afterward. Just wanted to warn you though~don't worry nothing weird and I really hope you enjoy this chapter cause it's a big portion of my story. Please remember to review!

Chapter 2

Misconceptions

DivineAngel

"Where do you think your going." He didn't look up from desk as he spoke. His voice hard and monotone, making Nagi stop dead in his doorway from where the boy was walking past. "To flaunt yourself to that slut Nagi?" He felt the dark sunken eyes turn towards him and stare, but nothing was said or thought to him. "He doesn't want your dirty body Nagi." He looked up with a smile in just enough time to watch the expressionless stare click to a death glare. "Come here Nagi."

"…Crawford." The dark eyes stayed fixed on him as the body turned to face him. A thin bare chest that trailed down to a petite frightfully flat stomach before the dark gray pajama pants.

"Come here." The dark eyes knew what he wanted, they could feel it dripping off him and pooling around the office chair, suit and groin. The boy jerked slightly, it didn't want to come to him, but it didn't want to disobey an order either. "Would you rather sprawl yourself out for that whore who won't even answer you?" He shot a smug grin to the hesitation. The resistance disgusted him with jealously. "Go ahead. Get out of my sight." He growled, expressionless face just looking back at him. "Go ahead Nagi leave. Go to him. Stick your ass high in the air and see if he answers you." He chuckled watching the boy's thin body slowly turn before continuing its slow. silent walk down the hall past his door. His ugly smug grin staring into the empty doorway before his coffee mug, and briefcase were suddenly shoved to the floor. "Brat"

Nagi continued walking, quietly creeping up to the closed door and standing there. There was no reason to knock. Schuldip could already feel his presence so he just opened the door. Light sweeping into the dark room from behind him until he shut it again and stood encased in the nearly pitch black. "Did you lock up Farfello?"

"Yes."

"What do you want Nagi?" Nagi's dark eyes fell to the ground when addressed by his name. Schuldip was already admitting slight signs of annoyance by calling him that. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt." It was impossible to see in the dark, and the boy knew it.

{Shu?}

{No}

{You are like Crawford said.}

{Understand Nagi…}

"Please don't call me by my name" Slowly in the dark, a fox opened its eyes and used them to peer across the room at the abused thin figure standing staring at the floor. Hurt evident in its voice it was not being addressed with any sort of affection or closeness like always. It's mind sunken and sad before frowning slightly as it started becoming more in touch with his own mind Part of him still eavesdropping on their enemy, humored with the fact it was assumed he might kill someone in their sleep tonight. {You went to see him again?}

"Saw Bombay in the park" The jealousy and betrayal swept across the room in looming shadows as the frowning orbs of oil glared at him. "Are you jealous of him Dark child?" The jealousy disappeared to become hope with the pet name. "Do you wish you looked like that too?"

{No.} He didn't wish that. Didn't wish to be as frail as Bombay, but he did wish he could smile like that. He wished that when he was in battle, he would aim not to kill as well. That somewhere in him, there would be a fear and pain that something he might do could end an innocent life. He wished to worry of such, like Bombay worried about it. That worry was a difference Shu saw. Maybe if he could worry like that, Shu would see him, like he saw Bombay in the park.

{Bombay worries too much} Nagi's face dropped disgusted such a personal thought had been reveled and the quiet mind threw up walls against his powers suddenly. {Who am I to tell your dark thoughts?}

{They are mine.} Nagi's tone was fresh and annoyed. Irritated with his curiosity and a long silence passed without any communication at all.

"Go to my dresser." He felt Nagi's eyes snap at him immediately curious for what directions he was giving. "Go to it." Starting over with his second command. "Second draw down." He could hear the draw slowly slide open as he closed his eyes again. "Put a shirt on and you can come and see me." He could feel the disappointment and painful rejection saturating his room. "Do not let me ale you Dark Child….You are clouding my room with gloom." He knew Nagi was sliding the soft cotton over the faded chocolate hair and letting it drape and hang along the smooth self error-less skin, despite the scars. "You know not of what you ask me Dark Child."

"I do." Nagi was at the side of his bed at an instant. Dark eyes staring down at him but he didn't open his and so Nagi stood. Waiting for the last sign that would allow them to touch. Sighing hope into the air as his strong hand came up and gently touched the patient motionless hand.

"Do you know what I learned today? Dark Child?"

"Shu?" He moved slightly, shifting back in his bed and Nagi climbed in immediately. Curling into his sheets like a wounded animal curls its tail around its body. Thin shoulder blades and spine jabbing into his chest with the hungered movements that wanted to be with him. Smaller hands grabbing at his wrist and arm and holding onto it. Snuggling into it with affection. Trying so hard to show and tell him in everyway how much it wanted affection and love back in any form. Thoughts of the directions Crawford gave about his ass trickling through the small mind of dark orbs looking up at the fox. {Shu?}

"Crawford is a jackass." He frowned immediately, and Nagi's hands tightened on him. "Why didn't you go to him when he called you?" The fox looked down at the small boy cradled to its body, blackened orbs staring up. "He would have fucked you Nagi. Do you not want to be fucked?"

"I do."

"….Then Dark Child…why did you not answer his call?"

He stiffened as Nagi rolled over to face him. A thin arm rapping over his chest and hugging as the black orbs stared up at him. "I want you to fuck me." He shook his head pulling slightly to shift away. "Shu." The whimper was desperate and a thin leg slid over his quickly. Small body shifting on top swiftly and pressing its crotch to his.

"Stop." He frowned, grabbing the small shoulders and shoving them back with a strong but gentle force.

"Please!" He felt the smaller crotch press into him harder, thin scrawny legs spreading and rapping around his waist as Nagi's hands dug into his shoulders. "GOMEN! GOMEN!"

"ENOUGH!GENUG! " He ripped the thin form from him and shoved it to the ground. Getting up quickly and running a hand through his wild orange hair. Thin locks and strands of it brushing along the bare shoulders of his chest as he frowned down. Towering fox glaring down at the small boy. It would be like Bombay for him if it could. If it still had what was left to its innocence, or could find it somehow, it would do everything like Bombay, if it could. And it tried, even know, sending out its mind like Crawford enabled them all to do while they were linked and searching for Bombay. From now on, it would learn from him. "….Sleep here tonight." He sighed his words out, but the boy knew he still wasn't offering. Blackened eyes jammed closed, head ducked down, slumped on the floor where it fell as he started for the door.

"Shu." He continued walking, not so much as a glance back. His mind focusing on the open strand of light squeezing in from the bottom of his closed door. He would not do that to the Dark Child. Would not hurt the boy the way he was hurt before. "Shu!?" He continued walking, not a word or thought coming to him. "TAKE ME!!!!!!! TAKE ME!!!!!" He braced at the sudden scream that cried out behind him. The walls tensing to thick creaks as his bed ripped itself from the wall, digging into the floor as it swung itself in front of the door blocking him. He whirled around. Violent dancing fox eyes pitted on the screaming boy who was digging into the floor. "TAKE ME!" The boys hands reached up violently ripping the shirt that held the fox's scent over its head and slamming it to the floor. Shoving at its pants and stripping nude in a ruble of clothing. Panting on the floor, its head still bent down as far as it could reach. Humbling itself to him as he stood still. His stand strong and vacant as the thin crinkle fingers pressing into the floor relaxed ever so slightly, curling under the palms pressing to the ground. The tension slowly seeping from the walls causing them to groan as it disappeared, and finally his bed slumped down more. Sheets and pillows toppling to the ground from its awkward slump. "Gomen."

"…What ales you….Dark Child." there was no answer as he started across the room slowly. The walls dripping with the beating heart and racing mind that heard him coming. The blackened eyes staring down at the floor, head bent, on its knees naked, to scared to look at him as he crouched down. Hungry eyes of a fox looking at the naked china doll before running a hand onto its shoulder.

"AhhArigato." The boy's head leaned back, mouth open, eyes closed as he ran another hand under the thin bare ass pulling the boy to him. "Arigato. Arigato." The thin legs were shameless, spreading to his waist and arching towards him. Wanting the dry pain he would give if he pushed inside those child walls. "Ahh" Thin legs clamping onto his sides as it forced itself onto his lap wiggling through his protest until it slid on. Pressing down on him, showing him it could be taken. "Arigato Arigaaatoo ah-" The boy choked slightly as he shifted it into his arms and stood up. Faded chocolate strands of hair resting on his shoulder as he slowly started for the door. "Gomen. Gomen." Thin fingers digging into his chest shaking its head no.

"Move my bed." he spoke soft and calm to the small mouth that opened and bit down on a soft speck of his neck. He pulled his head to the side slightly, making the mouth disappear. "Open my door Dark Child." He felt the tension hanging in the air, inside the quiet mind was screaming -No!- with all its might. His mind far to close for him to block it out with any concentration as a thin hand pulled from his shoulder and moved ever so slightly. His bed groaning as though it would bust as it slowly slid from the wall before the door opened and the white light poured in over them. Thin hand falling back to his shoulder and struggling to bask in the pleasure it was at least naked in his arms as he started into the hall with it. Slowly walking back to the gray bedroom, past the open office door where frowning eyes looked up and watched them walk by. A calm fox and naked boy. Until he entered the gray bedroom and silently walked to the small twin bed. Opening the blankets with one hand before slowly lowering the naked skinny form into them. Wanton black orbs staring up at him, laying back as the thin legs opened trying to show him still as he ignored it. Pulling the blankets from the bottom of the bed, gently pulling his hand from the smaller one that grabbed his. Trying to show his to its skin as he moved, before slowly covering the scrawny form. "Goodnight Dark child."

He felt the pain inside the small body, the rejection and will to keep asking him as the black orbs slowly blinked once. "Good night Schuldip." Thin shoulder and expressionless face rolling over and lying still as he stood up and started back for his bedroom. Shutting the boy's door behind him and stopping in front of the open office as Crawford sat staring at him. His gaze, green un-frightened eyes turning towards the man for only a moment before continuing back to his bedroom. Leaving the door ajar, knowing *he* would kick it in if he locked it and walking over to his bed.

"What did you do?" Crawford was quick. Tall form already biting at his doorframe and blocking some of the white bathing glow from the living room.

"I fucked him."

"….You whore."

Inside Nagi's bed, an expressionless face streamed silent tears down its cheeks. Its silent powerful mind slowly concocting a new plan and will for love. For the only hands that ever touched it with such gentle pure affection. Suddenly, without a movement on his part, his bed sheets fluttered as though a gust of wind threatened to take them, and he knew. Could suddenly feel the ghostly hand on his chest running to his nipples as the other ran down and cupped under his knee. His eyes opening to the ceiling and looking up as he spread his legs, wanting at least this phantom touch. The tingling sensation inside his body, his own aching erection under the sheets, as moaning started down the hall. A fox taking it up the ass. Here in his bed Nagi could feel it. Heat radiating in his neck as if the dream of sex was fucking him, and every willful hand for him was Schuldip. The wish of a fox.

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He slowly looked up as he heard the small click of the doorknob from across the room. Small ten by ten room that was nothing but white until one foot in the metal bars and cage took you by surprise if you had never set foot inside before. But the boy had been inside, everyday been inside, he was the only one who took care of the Irishmen. Nagi looked up at the one piercing yellow eye that stared at him from where it sat inside the cage. The metal bars ran from the floor to the ceiling and were fastened there with many bolts. The inside held only a small cot, straight jacket strewn on the floor, and a wall smeared with Irish ramblings written in blood, dirt and any other smear-able substance that fitted the wild mans taste. "Are you hungry Farfello?" The man didn't answer him, but the pale scarred face gave him a smile. Standing up as he opened the lock which securely held the door shut, and he stepped in without fear.

"Good mourning Wee Naoe." The yellow eye smiled brighter at him as he came forward, a simple metal tray fallowing behind him. Hovering about the height of his shoulder blades with a bowl of oatmeal, toast and orange juice. "I heard you in pain last night. What was the matter."

He stopped, the tray slowly flouting in front of him to land at his feet. Eyes never moving from the single smiling gold one. "My body is too dirty for Schuldip."

"…It isn't." The tray was drug forward, the only sound in the room the scrapping of metal against the concrete floor. "Do not let him fool you." Farfello looked up as he dropped to his knees. Slowly sitting down in front of the pale bandaged chest and tight black leather pants that sat eating. "Did you plan Wee Naoe?"

"Yes." The boy nodded, eyes still cast down to the breakfast.

"It did not work?"

"No." Soft strands of faded chocolate moved this time as the slender head shook no. "He put me back in bed."

"Carried you there?"

He nodded. "Crawford said my body is too dirty for him." He jumped as a icy pale hand slid to his, blackened eyes colliding against one yellow one.

"Why do I hear Bombay?" The boy's eyes snapped away, walls being thrown up in the tormented mind to silence the sleeping enemy. "What are you doing inside your head Wee Naoe?"

"I…" he trailed, ashamed that he was studying his enemy. "Nothing Farfello."

"Hmm." The pale hand slid away, picking up some toast as it left him in silence for a few moments before mumbling a "Nothing." back at him. It knew he was doing more then that. "Wee Naoe, you are annoying god."

"Gomen."

The yellow eye almost laughed out loud this time. Chewing pale face stopping motionless as it smiled. "Do not apologize, for god is the one who is hurting you! Why does he torment you so?!" Farfello was getting excited and he could feel the back of his brain start to tickle with all the moment the pale smirking form wanted to make. "It is god that weeds his lies into Schuldip's mind. Why should he not bed you like you want so badly wee one. Ahh…he has forsaken us…forsaken us both." The boy didn't look up as the pale cold chest moved next to it, gently laying an arm around its thin shoulders with a soft affectionate fashion. "Soon. I will cause god so much pain that he will not be able to stand me. Wee Naoe he will come down to this room!" Nagi jumped as the soft weight disappeared and Farfello stood up. Fists clenched tight and enthusiastic. "He wilL COME DOWN TO ME! Hating me, wishing to destroy me. Foolish merciful Lord." The scarred face smiled at him again. "When I have angered him so dearly, that he can not stand to see his sheep bleed anymore he will come down to me. In this room…right here he will come." The boy looked up watching the pale face stare up at the cement ceiling. Grinning at the small imperfections and bubbles imbedded there.

"When is he coming Farfello?"

The yellow eye dropped down to him with a heavy sigh. "Not soon enough wee one." the man dropped back to his side. "Not soon enough for me…I will make him forsake me, yes." Farfello was nodding at him now, nudging his shoulder for an opinion. "Make him unable to stand the thought of my life, yes?"

"Yes."

"Then he will come." The yellow eye smiled at him, suddenly cramming toast into its face with approval as it watched him. Frowning at his sudden fast shift to get away.

"Farfello." He frowned, looking at the one yellow eye almost frightened by the sudden pain he felt in his stomach, but the man had done nothing. "Farf-ah." He choked launching forward, his palms running onto the open cement.

"What is wrong?" A cold icy hand sliding onto his shoulder not concerned but curious. "Wee Naoe?"

"Ahh-itah." He choked again. His body felt like it was on fire. His abs clenching so tight they were painful, his lungs straining air in and out. What was that!? What was wrong!? His mind was flailing, swimming for answers, spreading out around him like a blanket that wove into the air searching for the source of his torment. "AHH!" Farfello grabbed him as he fell forward. Pale icy hands rolling him to his back and dragging him into lap of tight leather pants. His hands grabbing at his hips suddenly. "FARFELLO!" He screamed his eyes jamming closed with the pain, it wasn't his but it hurt! Hurt so bad, so deeply inside him, like someone was digging out his intestines with a spoon! "Kuso…KUSO BOMBAY!" He screamed with the pain and annoyance he was feeling this. His eyes widened as he ran his hands between his legs grabbing himself where he was beginning to feel the most pain. One yellow eye calmly looking down at him as he lay in its lap.

"Shhh Wee Naoe. God is forsaking you." He shook his head no widely, arching his hips forward to escape the intrusion and burning in his ass. "Shh." Farfello ran a cold icy hand down his face and heaving chest before gently leaning forward and kissing him.

"AHHHH! ITAH!AHHHH" He screamed, arching his back and spreading his legs to get away from it. To try and ease it but it wasn't working. Farfello's cold lips gently touching soft kisses along his face and lips as he cried. Pale hands gently stroking his chest unconcerned for him as it held him.

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Mmmm half asleep, his mind hummed to himself. His blue eyes still closed, his body still motionless, sleeping next to his friend. Ken's bed *was* much softer then the floor. He twitched slightly sliding his hand to the pillow to his right separating them as they slept, but he was beginning to wake up now. Slowly coming around to the soft tickling sensation he could feel on his face and chest. Someone was touching him gently, and kissing him, gently, but he was still so asleep he hadn't come to think about how, why or who could be doing that. Instead he inhaled deeply, smelling Ken's own personal scent, and feeling the sunshine on his face from the window the bed was next to. His lips moving slightly as the kissing started focusing on his mouth, his eyes opening. Vision to blurry to see anything still but he could feeling the hands on his chest gently touching him before he bolted. "Ken-kun!" He choked out a whisper, sitting up abruptly and shifting away from Ken towards the wall. His back pressing up to it as he choked a small baffled sound. Ken was just laying there half asleep before slowly rolling over to face away from him. His befuddled face sitting there. What? What!? "Ken-kun?" Ken didn't answer and he felt the tight knot in his stomach slowly disappearing. Maybe he was dreaming, maybe he was, just confused and the heat from the sun on his face was….well anyway Ken was still asleep. "Ken-kun are you sleeping still?" He whispered a frown, crawling forward from where he had pulled back. Tugging the blankets down with him and allowing him to see all of Ken's sports t-shirt. His blue eyes slowly leaning over Ken's shoulder and looking at the closed eyes and relaxed face. Why was Ken playing games with him? He wasn't crazy, someone was definitely kissing his face. "Ken-kun." He frowned out his friends name now, watching the relaxed face move slightly, registering the sound of his voice talking as it slept. "Ken-kun? Don't try and fool me." He frowned, watching as Ken started to frown too now. "Baka." He sat back up, more and more of an annoyed expression seeping over his face as Ken kept pretending he was asleep. Was he embarrassed for doing that? He must have thought I was asleep and then got startled when I woke up. Omi sat still, staring down at the half asleep brunette who hadn't made a move or sound since it rolled over. "Ken-kun?" He smiled slightly now. Stupid Ken. He leaned forward with a slight smile, slowly creeping back over Ken's shoulder so he could see the sleeping eyes again. "Arigato. Ken-kun?" He smiled his thank you before frowning as Ken did nothing. His eyes just studying Ken for a movement before wondering around the soft skin of the soccer players face. The strong cheek bone and ear, the way Ken's strong brown hair gently laid around his forehead and dangled against the pillow. He licked his lips, even if Ken was too embarrassed to do more then pretend he was sleeping, the kisses had felt nice. "Arigato Ken-kun." He smiled his whisper into Ken's ear before slowly leaning to the soft cheek. Gently planting a shy soft kiss, maybe if he showed Ken he liked it, he would…

"Omi!?" Ken sat up immediately, watching him jump back. Wide brown eyes staring at him, motionless where they sat still propped up on their elbows in the blankets as he licked his lips. His face tensing as a deep blush started building in his cheeks. Ken's stare was horrible, it made him feel terrible and his eyes snapped away immediately. He must have done something wrong, maybe that wasn't the best thing to have done. AH! He should have thought about that a little more first. He jumped as Ken sat up more, grabbing the blankets still covering the tanned skin as though to throw them off and get up before hesitating. Still wide eyed stare on him as he sat there motionless, looking off to the side not sure what to do. Butterflies convulsing in his stomach "Omi?

"H-hai?" It was barely a whisper, and Ken could see how nervous the young honey blonde had become.

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The door violently swung open, bursting aggression and rage sweeping in with the tight, wild fox that stood in the doorway.

"Go away, your disturbing us." A yellow eye looked up at him, holding the thrashing skinny form to it as his sly green eyes both widened and pinched into a furious squint.

"What are you doing!?" Stalking forward and ripping the still open cage door out of his way as he rushed in. "Verdammen sie sie Farfello." Ripping the choking boy from the pale icy arms that didn't try to fight for it. "What? What is it Nagi? NAGI!?" He shook the trembling shoulders in his hands, watching Nagi's body continually choke itself forward as thought trying to do sit ups. Thin hands clenched between their legs and against their private skin, as the skinny form kept twisting in pain. "Who is hurting Dark Child? NANI NAGI?! DARE?!?" His eyes snapped up at the calm yellow eye that sat there. Farfello obviously wasn't the one doing it, and he could sense it.

"ItaaaiiimmmbbBo-Bombay."

"Bombay?! Hounto ne?" He almost choked his astonishment. He hadn't registered a thing happening to the Weiss kittens.

"SCH! ITAH! BOMBAY! BOMBAY! IT'S BOMBAY!"

"Soca." He sneered his disgust and frustration as he stood up ripping the withering form into his arms. Throwing Farfello a dirty look as the man calmly stood up and started fallowing them. "Get back in your cage." He frowned, swiftly starting for the door as the pale man continued only a few steps behind him.

"Are we going to hurt god now?"

"Farf, get back in your cage your not coming." He spoke looking down to the clenched dark eyes he held. Quickly leaving the back concrete room and heading through the living room. Nagi was still in his pajama's, but at least he was dressed. "Kuso." He growled grabbing the apartment door and slamming it opened before stomping out. Growling as the calm white hair and golden eye continued behind him, ignoring his orders. "Farfello." He growled.

"What is wrong with Wee Naoe?" Schuldip turned back to the Irishman for a moment before continuing down the battered apartment steps carrying the trembling legs and faded chocolate hair it could see poking out from around the man's arms. "It hurts god to see the wee Naoe like that Schuldip. I am enjoying this."

"KUSO!" He smiled as the wild fox stomped directly to the red sports car silently parked in the shadows. Ripping open the drivers door and getting in. Ignoring him as he climbed into the passenger side smiling as the car started. {Nagi!? Doushio!? Where is Bombay? Who is hurting him!?}

{I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW! AHHHHH!!}

"Ahhh." Farfello turned to him as he choked out some pain himself, the car swerving to the left. "Relax yourself Dark Child. Relax your hurting me. Yamete Dark child, yamete. Yamete! NAGI!" The boys trembles reduced slightly, and the whining stopped but the clenched hands and choking movements didn't. "Open your window. Get him some air." He barked at the calm white hair that slowly pressed the button and let the passenger side window open.

"Where are we going?"

"To see Weiss."

"Mmm Weiss." He could hear Farfello's smile as he pressed down on the gas for all it was worth. The red car but a blur as it sped along in the early mourning hours. There were few cars and even less people. It would only be a matter of minutes until they arrived at the Koneko. And the fox wanted to know just what the fuck was going on.

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He glanced back across the room at Omi. The blonde was silently pulling on a shirt avoiding him entirely as it hastily got dressed. His own actions were dramatically slower. His mind still fumbling over the kiss and what it meant as he watched Omi move to the other side of the room and quickly change from pajama pants to cargo shorts before attempting to sneak a glance at him. Blushing hard as it caught him watching. "Nani Ken-kun." He could barely hear Omi's whisper as he pulled his sports pajama shirt over his head slowly.

"Nani?"

"Ken-kun I…Why are you staring at me? Why don't you say something."

"Like what Omi?" He frowned softly, turning completely around to face his younger friend. "What should I say?"

Omi looked confused by his questions. Nervous blue eyes just staring back at him. "Gomen."

"For kissing me?" He made a face, watching Omi shift his weight uneasy with the word -kissing- "Why did you?" The blue eyes darted at him for a moment before glancing off to the side. "Omi…what."

"Ken-kun I kinda….well I thought since…you kissed me I-"

"NANI!?" Omi's eyes jumped up at his outburst, wide and inquisitive. "I didn't.." he trailed shaking his head and Omi's wide eyed look became annoyed. What was Ken's problem. Ken wasn't that dumb, he couldn at least fess up to kissing him when he already knew it happened. "What are you talking about Omi? " He frowned now, giving the blue eyes an equally annoyed look.

Omi`s frown strengthened, opening his mouth as though to say something before shutting it again. "Ken-kun…you…nani? Demo…"

"Look Omi." He sighed, turning back to his closet and grabbing his jeans. "What you did…I need to think about it ne?" He watched Omi's face contort baffled and confused. "I just…I don't know exactly what I think of it?" Omi eyebrows shot up staring at him. "Do you understand?"

"Demo Ken-kun!" Omi gave him an immediate frown.

"That's just how I feel."

"Ne? That's how you feel? *You* were the one to do it first! I never would have…done that if I didn't think that, if I hadn't wanted to thank you for…doing it first." He moved as Omi's t-shirt missed him by a hair after the frowning face threw it at him. "Baka!" Younger expression loosing its annoyed look to become hurt he was messing with its head that way.

"Omi?" He made a face grabbing the thinner arm that started stomping for the door. "I don't understand what your talking about. I never did any of that."

"Ahh." Omi's arm ripped from his grasp as the smaller mouth opened to tell him what for before-"Itai"

"Omi?!" He caught the younger chest as it collapsed right in front of him. "What is it? Omi What Is IT!?" OMi's hands and arms were struggling to push him off as they sunk lower to the ground . Light headed and dizzy suddenly.

"Leave me alone!" He jumped at the sudden shove and cry the honey blonde hair gave him because he could not see the face. Omi's chest only falling into him more as he relaxed his grip. His friends increased weight slipping him back to his butt allowing Omi to slip onto him. "Yamete!"

"Omi!?" He jumped again, that was the second time Omi had screamed and the sound was foreign outside of missions. "Om-Yohji!" His eyes shot up as his bedroom door opened and Yohji came right at them saying something. He caught a few mumbled swears under the mans breath and Omi's eyes locked with his for a moment before being pulled up, teetering slightly above where he sat. "Omi!" He frowned baffled as the thinner boy shoved Yohji away and shot out the door before anything else could be said.

"Ken." He glanced up at the frowning expression Yohji wore as he stood. Coughing a little as a strong arm slung over his shoulder, drawing him to close to the smell of late night cigarettes. "Ken, you know I don't have a problem. I know how to keep a secret."

"Yohji I-"

"-But Aya will never be able to handle this with the sort of class I can handle it with. Thin ice KenKen. Your going to want to keep this low profile since Omi is still under age."

"Yohji!" he shoved the smirking arm off of him frowning.

"No need to get touchy Ken." Yohji simply raised his hands in front of his chest as a sign for peace grinning. "You don't honestly think I don't know what's going on in here ne? Just remember (wink) low profile."

"AHh get out!" He growled, hopping into his jeans quickly as he started shoving Yohji towards the door. His frown slamming his bedroom door and scanning the halls for Omi who was no where in sight. The bathroom door was closed and the water inside was running.

"Not to pry demo…What did you guys do?"

"Yohji." He growled the older mans name out through grit teeth as the smirk glanced at him.

"I knew the bishonens was hidding something."

"Yoouuji."

"Ne, Ne, don't get so testy." he groaned as Yohji started downstairs, he fallowed a few steps behind his face a look of confusion, annoyance and, worry. He didn't mean to make Omi feel bad, he kinda…no….he *had* enjoyed the kiss. Now Omi probably thought he hated him. Ahh, I acted like such a baka. He frowned, remembering how calmly he said he had to think things over. He felt like he was handling the situation extremely well at the time.

"Ahh how did things turn out so bad?" Yohji only glanced back at his mumble. The strong dirty look he shot the man, daring him to say a word, said he was only thinking out loud. "I *don't* want to hear it Yohji." He growled, trudging into the front of the store and slumping his top half onto the counter by the register. Just great.

"Your all up early."

"Hai. Ohayou Aya" He sighed at Aya's observation as the red head strolled by with a coffee cup. "Yohji woke me." He heard Yohji's grunt from the corner, but he didn't have to look up to see the expression. It was a cold day in hell when Yohji appeared before nine, or eleven for that matter. Aya was the only one who could coax him out of bed early enough to open shop at an appropriate time with shi-ne glares. He chuckled slightly envisioning Aya's shi-ne look in his head, more and more that glare was beginning to loose touch for him, and was almost becoming funny. Better make sure I don't smile when he does it, he thought chuckling. That day would definitely be a cold day in hell. The day Aya would actually pull his blade up to the standard those eyes set. He shivered, glancing up to the side door that came in from the alley as it -clicked- unlocking. "Hey Aya." He frowned pulling up from the counter top immediately. If Omi was upstairs, and he was inside with Yohji and Aya then….Who was outside? Manx? No, she always came in the front. His heart stopped dead as he locked eyes with the mad squinting Schwarz green that was coming right at him. "AYA! YOHJI!" He backed up from the counter immediately, calling for defense as the wild orange hair stomped right in. Not a moments hesitation, a walk like it owned the place.

"Save your breath Siberian." The deep nasal voice gave him a dirty look, raising an open hand into the air as if to stop him.

"Ken!" He heard Aya and Youj rush in from behind him. The tension hanging in the air coating them all with a hard adrenaline rush that left the slightest pin drop snared by alert eyes. "Schwarzs." It was Yohji's turn to hiss the name this time.

"Yes. We are Schwarz. So you know." The fox was grinning at them from where it had just stormed in their door. Damnt! How did they know where we are! What a terrible time to pick a fight, and how would they explain this to Kritiker! "Relax Siberian." The green eyes turned towards him immediately. "Do not be so foolish you think Schwarz so ill equip we did not know where our kittens lived." There was a soft mocking tone to the words, but the subject didn't last. Schuldip seemed to have other more pressing matters on his mind as he examined them. Glaring hard and bringing the gentle worming of ghostly fingers.

"Get out of my head." Aya barked suddenly, moving up next to where he stood. "If you have something you need, ask!"

Schuldip cocked a grin. "Dare? Who is it then. Which one of you are doing it…dare?" A streaming line of frantic minds and confusion washed over the room for the German Telekinetic. "Slow down. One at a time." He frowned at them, at this rate all he was going to hear were personal swears for not being equipped, and how annoyed the kittens were with Kritiker for not having any type of heads-up. "Kritiker should not be held responsible." He smiled as Yohji's face tightened, the thought had obviously sprung from the blonde. "Where is Bombay?"

"What do you want." Aya barked again.

"Kuso." He swore under his breath as he tried to move after he saw Aya's body jerk slightly. It was as though they were being held in place. Damn that little brat Nag- he frowned as a small thin form slowly started coming up behind the glaring green eyes trying to lift things from them. What? He took a quick double take but…were those…pajamas? The youngest Schwarz was wearing pajamas. No wonder Kritiker couldn't be held responsible. Why in the world hadn't Nagi gotten dressed? {None of your damn business} He jumped at the cold bitter words as the blacked eyes snapped at him.

"It's not Siberian." He jumped at the sound of his name escaping those thin fragile lips as the blackened eyes continued glaring at him. He just then realized Schuldip was glaring at him too, shifting through his mind while he was preoccupied with Nagi. {No?} "It's not Weiss. I don't feel…" He watched Nagi trail glancing around them.

{Shu…Find him} He felt the quick knot of fear in his stomach, cold sweat on his back as he watched the green eyes turn to their stairs. No. Why would they want Omi?!

"Y-YamETE!" He jumped, screaming at the wild orange hair that started up the stairs with an alarming rate. "OMI! RUN! SCHWARZ IS HERE! OMI! OOOMMMIII!"

Upstairs in their room a pair of blue eyes shot up at their closed bedroom door. Widening at the sound of Ken's voice screaming. A shaky hand shooting for the crossbow resting on the nightstand with the screamed word -Schwarz- He yanked the bow out, opening it with an efficient snap before whirling around. "Ahh" He choked at the grinning face and wild orange hair standing in his room. "Shi-NE!"

"No." With the small monotone mumble the crossbow flew across the room lodging itself under his bed. He backed up horrified, wide-eyed and confused. HOW DID SCHWARZ KNOW WHERE THEY WERE!? "Shh Bombay. I have not come to harm you."

"BACK UP!" He screamed, his back colliding with the wall as he continued stumbling away from the advancing smile. It wasn't a smirk though, not a cocky grin either, it was a gentle easing smile trying to relax him. WHY!? WHY SHOULD He RELAX?!! His stomach was knotting, twisting together and choking the life from the butterflies building there. Their wings beating faster inside him to get away as the green eyes walked over and stood directly in front of him. So close he could feel the man's warm breath looking down at him. "Yamete." He choked out a whisper, turning his head to the side to look away. "…..YAMETE!"

"Shhhh." He jumped at the soothing sound. His eyes squeezing shut, trying to will Ken or Yohji or even Aya to break free from downstairs and just come help him. Just someone come help him. "You do not need help from me Bombay." He opened his eyes slightly as the German started projecting feelings that backed its words. A rush of soothing sympathetic emotions seething through him suddenly, relaxing his muscles.. "It is I who have come to help you." He forced himself to look at the man. He *had* helped him hide the book from Aya-Kun. {Ahh so you remember that Kitten?} He frowned, but the smile felt his yes. {And did you hide it somewhere else.} He gave a quick shaky nod watching the grin eyes smile he had listened. {Now hold still Kitten.} His body tightened immediately, tensing his face and showing the muscles in his neck as he inhaled. Pressing back into the wall as a warm strong hand ran up the side of his face gently cupping his forehead and temple as the green eyes closed. "Shhhh"

He glanced at the door. Quickly thinking -I am not going to run- before bolting. Green eyes snapping forward as he sunk down the wall before shooting around the wide eyed German fox that spun after him. His teeth grit as he tore down the stairs running smack into a smiling yellow eye. So all of Schwarz was there. "Hello….Bombay." He stared up terrified before spinning back around. SHIT! Yohji-kun's room had a window he could drop out of though. {Do not move Bombay} He froze, wild orange hair suddenly in his way at the top of the stairs. He was sandwiched. He was caught. {You are not caught. I will not hurt you} Again he felt emotions being offered to him, trying to convince him, and his body subdued immediately. Relaxing with the feeling even though his teeth stayed grit with his mind.

Schuldip came down the stairs calmly, walking as though there was not a care in the world. One strong hand gripping the back of his neck and leading him into the main room. Farfello was there, rummaging around with things on their flower counter. Taking into consideration the types of scissors and knives with a soft of respect and disconnection from what else was going on. He blinked as he caught sight of Nagi. The boy had a fatigued, roughed look to him while standing in pajamas locking everyone inside the room into place.

"Now Kittens." the hand on his neck tightened slightly as he glanced up panicked. Ken, Aya and Yohji mirrored his expressions with more of an angered look. "Which one of you did it." He could feel Schuldip's glare and anger being so close to him. The fingers on him tightening as he tried to pull away from the waves of emotion that were being added to the heavy tension in the room. "Speak up." The green eyes turned to Nagi questioning, watching the boy make a strong shrug. {Who is it Dark Child?}

{Wakarenai….I can't tell}

{CAN'T TELL?!}

{Shu…something…funny is….doesn't add up. Wakarenai}

{Bombay feels fine to me}

{I know…he feels….fine to me to}

"Kuso! I thought you said it was Bombay" The neck in his hand jumped at his irritated tone, and everyone was watching him glare at the blacked eyes that shifted slightly. Looking at all of them before muttering an -I did- "Come" He watched the faded chocolate brown hair shake no, shifting lightly away from him. {Nagi come here} The boy was motionless "….Aaaa" He groaned as the eyes ignored him, and he ignored the small -Mm- of wiggles Bombay gave him for only a moment as he yanked the neck closer to him and ran his hand onto the sweating forehead and temple.

"What are you doing!?" He could feel Siberian struggling to move from there. "Omi! Don't listen to him!"

"Hush now Siberian." The German fox smiled, eyes closed as the wider blue ones looked up and over at Nagi suddenly. "Good boy."

"OMI!? YAMETE!" The green eyes snapped at Ken's second loud outburst before turning towards the closed blue eyes and neck they held. But there was a new emotion lingering in the room now. Sweeping out from the German like dust kicked into the air. A panicked, frazzled, confused explosion of questions and doubts. Why was Bombay completely fine if Nagi said otherwise? When the Dark Child had been experiencing physical pain from it after strengthening a connection with the enemy.

"Nani?.." His mutter made Ken's eyes only jump at him more, and he frowned. "Kuso!. Just what the hell is going on here." The green eyes shot a puzzled expression over to the thin boy at the counter who was becoming extremely nervous. "What have you kittens done to Bombay? How..what?…demo." He choked, all three Weiss men looking at him with more panic and concern then ever before. It was one thing to have a cynical telekinetic after them, but it was another to have one after them who was currently loosing its mind. "SPEAK!" Bombay jerked again at his scream. His green eyes desperate, frantic for an answer. The foxes mind was pounding, ready to spit. "WHO! WHY IS He UNTOUCHED!?" He growled jerking the neck away from him and snapping forward into the frowning faces of the three unmoving men. Bombay simple scurried from him and stood, unable to go anywhere with Farf and Dark Child around. "He does not shiver when I touch him like he should. His eyes are not afraid. His mind is empty of concerns that I might lay my hands between his legs." He growled into Balinese's face.

"Nan-"

"-It was not you Siberian" He growled at the loud brunette, sending a shi-ne glare of his own at the man who simply would not Shut Up. "That means it was either Balinese or Abyssinian. Which was it. Who has taken him?" He felt the icy hatred the red head was projecting, and the retarded logic process the blonde was slowly winding. {Dark Child come here and tell me which it was}

{No}

"Bombay." He glanced over his shoulder at the wide blue eyes and red face staring at him. "For reasons I can not explain kitten, I shall ensue this does not happen again. I will not have you retards messing with Schwarz. Now nothing will happen if you tell me which it was." {Just think it, and I will hear you} He frowned slightly at the whimpered -I am going to die, what is he talking about, oh my god my face is probably so red- whining inside the stunned face that was rigid and motionless. {Don't make me pry it from them. Do you really want me to ask out loud?} He sent the blue eyes a warning look as they only stiffened more, whining more dibble that wasn't helpful in the least. "Who fucked him?" He turned back to the two assassins frozen in their tracks. Both their faces faltering even with their practice which attempted to remain mad and unaffected by everything they said. "I *know* one of you fucked him. So carelessly. You could have ripped him to shreds. I am surprised he can stand there in front of us." He frowned at the shocked expressions before glancing at Balinese as the red head's eyes shot at it with anger.

"Aya!" The blonde frowned immediately, giving it a disgusted look. "Why would you look at me?"

"Should I not look at you."

"Kuso." The playboy growled disgusted. "That is what you really think of me. I didn't lay a finger on him. Omittchi is hardly my taste."

All he could feel was disgust and something stronger then repulsive gagging from each of them, never mind the mind numbing shock that was just raging from Siberian. His green eyes snapped at the -I couldn't have- he heard whispered inside the brunettes mind. His green eyes staring at the soccer players eyes that darted a mile a minute. To consumed and puzzled to notice him, but when he was noticed the brown eyes widened as far as they would go. {D-did I-I D-Did..}

{No you didn't} He muttered his reassurance to the toddler like stammering that felt ridiculous trying to think its thoughts to him. {Nagi said so}

"D-demo." Apparently talking to him mentally was too ridiculous for Siberian. "Omi was with m-me last night. The entire night. He spent the night in my room" Aya and Yohji snapped at him in an instant, not so much accusingly, but confused. "Demo..demo…Omi" He switched his gaze to the wide blue eyes, begging for confirmation so all the eyes holding -those- questions would just drop away from him. "Omi. Say something. Tell them." He turned back to the three other men. "The entire night with me. He was scared about something, so I let him stay. N-nothing happened. Nothing like that happened." The brown eyes were suddenly stronger with their words. Staring into the fox eyes that were shaking confused. "Schwarz." The soccer player was furious again. "Liars, this is a trick. Omi was with me!" The brown eyes snapped at its two partners nodding, watching their eyes firm up against the enemy once again. "What do you want!? If you want a fight release us, Weiss isn't hiding from you any longer."

Schuldip thought his mind would explode and he staggered back a step. How!? WIE!? HOW was this POSSIBLE!? WEISS HAD TRICKED THEM! TRICKED THEM INTO THIS! {NAGI! WE HAVE BEEN TRICKED! IT"S A TRAP! FALLE!} His mind screamed to the fatigued boy who was already shaking afraid. How could Weiss have ever concocted something so flawless they had stumbled into it!? How could they have known Nagi would strength the connection between Bombay and that Bombay could harness those kind of emotions with such skill they could fool the boy! HOW! WIE!? HOW!?

{Shu..I want to leave. Let's leave}

{Schwarz will look weak}

{I want to GO! Something is not right! None of them are hiding anything!} He felt himself swallow hard as he turned around. Nagi was there looking at him, waiting for the ok so they could leave. Farfello had abandoned the knives to watch them all argue and fiddle with things they shouldn't be tampering with. Such acts hurt god. Bombay was there, unharmed and horrified, tears of embarrassment, panic, and dread something terrible was looming from all this rigid in the tense face. {Sch…}

"Gehen sie" He could feel the kittens eyes glaring into his back as he waved his hand with the small German mutter. Schwarz suddenly filing for the door as swiftly and silently as they had come. Nothing but the smiling Irishmen dragging an expensive pair of flower scissors against the wall as it trailed out before shutting the door. All of them glaring, itching to move, to fallow, to fight, but Schwarz was shaken, panicked, and horrified. How could two of the best members mess up so completely. How could Weiss have tricked them so thoroughly and then done nothing!? Played it like a prank!? He felt Nagi's hands on his shoulders and arms as he stumbled at the car. His head was pounding, slitting, ripping him apart with all the voices and questions. His hand unknown to him was pressing into his temple with a frantic pressure to stop the throbbing as he was shoved into the car. The sooner they were far from Weiss the better . Those traitorous, horrible cats. Devils, feline devils.

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Long after the boy's powers had unraveled and left them they stood still. Schwarz had just walked out, turned and left. They were baffled, dumbfounded, worried they were vulnerable now. Not nearly done dressing, breakfast not yet eaten and the enemy had just unlocked the door and strolled in. Yohji glanced around, shifting his weight slightly just to test that he could. Ken looked dumbstruck beyond resuscitation with teeth still clenched and eyes glued to the back door were *they* left. Aya had remained silent, continuing to turn everything that was said over and over for motives or threats, but none of it made sense. Omi hadn't moved, face still horrifically red, as though the kid might pass out at any second. Panicked that nothing added up even while holding the most information. "What the hell was that?" Yohji muttered and Ken turned to him, grunting slightly at his statement. Relief sweeping through them with a break in the silence. "Should we bother changing the locks?" He choked a smile, watching Ken brighten with the ironic humor they weren't even safe behind locked doors. "Omittchi" The blue eyes looked up at him slowly, everyone was staring at rigid boy. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." The soft honey brown strains shook no, still tense.

"Omi." Aya's voice held no shred of unease. "Were you taken advantage of?"

"NO!" The blue eyes widened horrified, shaking no as they swallowed. "I-I was with Ken-kun all night Aya-kun!"

"All night?" The red head turned to him now and he nodded. "You never lost sight of him?"

"No Aya. We came home from the movie and just went to bed. Schwarz is messing with us. This was mind game." He could see Yohji nodding with agreement as Aya's glare lightened slightly.

"Mind game or not. Weiss is exposed."

He sighed at the cold words as he started across the room to the most panicked member. "Omi. Did you shoot him at all?" He watched the blue eyes close shaking no. "But he didn't hurt you?"

"No Ken-kun" A tense forced smile came his way as he nodded.

"Omittchi, why don't you go on upstairs and take the day off. Ken will cover for you." Yohji threw a soft grin into the air as the blonde sunk into a chair exhausted. All that mental probing and glaring was draining

"Arigato Yohji-kun demo-"

"-Hai Omi. I'll cover." He nodded slightly, feeling the muscles under his hand relax slightly as Omi nodded, and not so reluctantly either. Quickly heading for the stairs and starting up them as he sighed heavily. What a day this was turning out to be. "Shit, I don't know what to think."

"Hai. The German had me going there for a second Ken." He glanced at Yohji's smirk. "After walking in on you an Omi this mourning, I have to admit, for a second…." He was frowning as Yohji trailed with a shrug. "Then…no one can be more insulting then Aya." The blonde sent a dirty look to the vacant purple eyes that flicked up at them.

"He was concerned." Aya began, still arms crossed over the strong chest. "Not playing. Concerned. Schwarz may have a conscience after all."

"What are you blabbering Aya. Schwarz has nothing." Yohji grunted at the idea, waving a hand to dismiss it a cigarette immerged.

"He was demanding, believing someone had hurt Omi."

"Hai, demo…Why would he care." Yohji grunted, watching the smoke trickle up from the smoldering white stick as though bored. "Nagi fights Omittchi every time, they aren't gentle with him. Why now would they develop a heart for Omi?"

"Not heart." They glanced at him as he started, leaning off the wall and walking towards the oak table where Yohji was. "He said, for reasons he could not explain? Why would Omi's injuries bother Schwarz?"

"Ken." He glanced calmly at the cold bark that was his name, the way Aya always said it. "Stay with Omi now. Maybe, Schwarz knows something we don't. We will watch Bombay in shifts. He is not to be left alone at any time." He felt himself nodding, Yohji too, breathing out a thick puff of smoke with a heavy sigh. "Good."

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"Slow down Farfello." The Irishman glanced at him for a moment but the car didn't slow. "Shu say something."

"Ahh my head. Nagi, do something. Damn WEISS! TREACHEROUS CATS! DEVILS! TRUFEL!"

"Calm yourself." A single yellow eye glanced into the back seat from behind the wheel. Smiling at the fox which held its head in pain. "I will run that over Nagi." The timid boy whirled back to the front wide eyed. "That there." A single pale hand pointing to a pedestrian as the car started speeding up. "Sent with my messenge to god." {Farf slow the car down} "Wee Naoe give me the car." The yellow eye growled at him, yanking at the wheel as he started forcing the car to slow. "That is slow enough Wee Naoe. Slow enough!"

"No hurting God until we are home Farfello." A pale icy hand ran onto his shoulder, mad and tense but it's touch was gentle. Dark blackened eyes staring straight ahead frowning at the intense throbbing it could feel leaking from the fox. The boy's head turning slowly as a white car went whizzing by them. "Turn around…Shu, Crawford just went by. Tell him where we are." He frowned at the moaning he could hear and feel in response. More fierce swearing cursing Weiss to death as he slowly turned around in his seat. Watching the white car slowly drop speed before the breaks slammed on. {We're over here Crawford} He sighed heavily, gently taking the wheel with his powers and pulling the car to the side over the Irish cursing and German ramblings. "Crawford is pissed."

"Crawford is Always Pissed Fluch, Scheibe" The fox sat up, holding his head as their leader started storming to the side of the car.

"What are you imbeciles doing." Strong hands grasping the window sill as the angered expression leaned down to them. "We have a mission you useless morons."

"Ah Crawford." The man glanced at the grinning Irishman. "Weiss set a trap for us. Look at all the wonderful things they have done." A pale hand slipped into the back seat gently running over the sweating forehead, and for once Crawford held an expression. Surprise.

"Nagi, what happened."

"They tricked us." The blackened eyes turned up to the man, feeling the anger sweep down numbing the thin limbs. "Lured us there with the thought Bombay was being injured. It's my fault Crawford."

"You are responsible?" The man's glare watched the boy nod slowly, eyes cast down ashamed. "Did you bring them all to Weiss?"

"Hai. Gomen." The car door ripped open, and the fatigued little form was ripped out by its arm.

{Dark Child!}

"Farfello." Crawford growled, holding the cast down eyes roughly next to it. "Drive home. Do you understand? Weiss may very well know something we do not yet. Watch your backs, all of you"

"Yes"

"Good." The door was slammed shut again and the fox sat up alarmed. {Where are you going Dark Child!?}

{Shu.}

"NAGI!" The throbbing in his head nearly killed him as he sat up entirely, watching the small form being drug to the car down the road. "Scheibe" {…Are you going to blow him when he brings you to his lap Dark Child?}

{No.} He felt relief and almost pride sweep over him with the answer. {Shu?} The voice was scared.

{He will only beat you then.} He sighed heavily as he leaned back into the seat. Glancing for only a moment at the yellow eye that was still watching Nagi disappear with a heavy smile.

"I enjoy Schwarz very much." The yellow eye smiled at him. "Ironically so. When god comes to see me…" The Irishman turned around starting the car again and pulling out. "It may very well be thanks to my team, rather then in regard to my own actions. Haha-yes I enjoy Schwarz very, very much Schuldip."

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"Oi Omi?" He knocked gently on the bathroom door, straining to hear an answer as the sink water shut off.

"Nani?"

"It's Ken."

"Hai." The answer held a smile this time. Like Ken's voice wasn't recognizable. "Just-Just a minute Ken-kun." He sighed, shifting a step back from the door as he heard some stuff move around on the counter before the door opened to a pair of blue eyes that gave him a small smile. "Nani Ken-kun."

"Aya says he'll handle the shop with Yohji until later. I, well-"

"-Ken-kun gomen, I should have told you. Last night, I thought I heard Schuldip in the alley. Gomen, Gomen Ken-kun. I though I had imagined it. I didn't really know Schwarz was here."

"Nani?" He frowned, his eyes widening as he ran a hand through his hair. `You-you heard Schwarz?"

"Ken-kun, will-will you promise not laugh at me if-if I-"

"Omi I promise. Dosenda?" He felt Omi's unease, blue eyes dropping to the floor slightly before muttering something to him as Omi started to his bedroom. He fallowed immediately, eyes locked on the simple blue t-shirt and honey blonde hair that turned around to him sinking down on its bed.

"Ken-kun. Sometimes. I hear things in my head." -Shit- His head cursed as he immediately made a face and Omi got up stalking towards the closet to get away from his expression.

"Gomen Omi." Ah he was such an idiot sometimes.

"No." The blue eyes turned back to him with a hurt frown. Ken wasn't laughing he was scoffing. "Don't ever tell anyone what I said Ken-kun. I don't…want to talk to you now. Please leave." He gapped as Omi's hand shot at the door, his body shifting towards it before hesitating. Aya sent him up here with mission directions. Shit.

"Omi just hear me out." He gave the frowning expression a lop sided smile as he took a small step forward. "I-I only thought of Schuldip the moment you said that. I-"

"-You think I am like that?" Omi looked more hurt. Great. This is what he was famous for right? Ken Hidaka the man constantly suffering foot-in-mouth syndrome. "IS that what you think?"

"No!" He shook his head taking another step forward. God he was bundling this. "That wasn't what I meant. Just-ah Omi I am terrible at this kinda stuff. I-I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Just-gomen, let me think for a moment….Nani…demo…what type of things do you hear?" Omi quickly looked away, delicate thinner hands fists at the boy's sides as it stood. "Please Omi...gomen."

"…I don't know what types. Sometimes…voices…sometimes….warnings? When we're in danger."

"Danger?" He frowned slightly, but he made sure he only looked baffled the way he felt this time.

"Hai. During our missions. When we're hurt, I'll think of that person suddenly, and know they…." Crap, maybe his face wasn't convincing enough, Omi was starting to trail uneasily. "Ken-kun…say something."

"Eh?" He looked slightly shocked. LIKE WHAT!? He stammered mumbled nothings for a moment and Omi looked horrified at the response. Ken thought he was a loser for sure. A freak now.

"Just go Ken-kun." The blue eyes shot away from him again. "Gomen, I am not explaining myself well enough. This is not what I mean. Just go. I need, want to be alone." He watched the muttering wonder to the bed before sinking into it. Blue eyes rolling to look away from him and silently waiting for him to leave.

"No." Omi's eyes shot over the smooth shoulder at his answer. "I want to hear this. Gomen. I am sorry I am doing such a bad job Omi." Omi shot up as he walked over and sat down. Frowning blue eyes looking at him in half belief he wanted to hear so bad he wasn`t leaving. "I don't think your weird." The blue eyes dropped to the bed thinking. "Maybe, this is…some type of…gift you have because *of* our missions."

"No." Omi looked back up, gently grabbing his shirt. "I don't think it's really me. Ken-kun someone's in my head."

"Nani?"

"All the time!" He jumped at Omi's yell, fingers tightening in his shirt with the surprise outburst. "Don't turn away from me Ken-kun." He tried to look away but Omi snapped into his face. "Gomen. I know how this must sound. It's not so bad all the time. I don't even notice all the time, I forget and then just…sometimes all of a sudden it's there again."

"Schuldip? Is it Schwarz Omi?" He grabbed Omi's shoulders concerned. Those bastards.

"H-hai, or, I am not sure Ken-kun. Maybe. Who else would it be?"

"Are they trying to learn things? About our missions?" He felt the soft honey blonde hair shake no as Omi looked back down. "Then what are they doing? Why you?"

"I don't know." The fingers in his shirt were relaxing, gently slipping away saddened. "They're...just watching me. Making fun of me. I hate them Ken-kun! They make me feel terrible! Like everywhere I go I always have someone looking over my shoulder!" He felt himself nodding, that was horrible. That was…that was crazy!

"Don't worry Omi. What about now? Do you feel them now?" He watched the blue eyes glance to the side as though thinking. A small silent pause running through them as he shifted onto the bed more.

"No. Nothing now."

"So this is one of the sometimes, you feel nothing?"

"Hai"

"For how long will you feel nothing? When will they come back?!"

"I don't know!" Omi looked desperate for help, shaking no at him as he demanded answers. His tone was almost panicked and the younger boy was starting to feed off that, unsure of what to do.

"Just, since late yesterday, all of a sudden it's gotten worse. As though, I have something broadcasting everything I think. Like I am being recorded it's…Ken-kun it's…embarrassing. I feel like a fool."

"Baka." he smiled now, and he could visibly see Omi relax. "You probably don't sound like one Omi."

"No I probably do. I feel terrible. I can't watch what I say, I think to fast to keep anything private. I just blurt everything out."

"Hahaha." Omi immediately frowned as he laughed. Yet, it wasn't a mad frown, it was just slightly annoyed with him.

"Omi that's ridiculous." He grinned, running a hand onto his friends shoulder. "No one would have nothing to do but *sit* there and listen to *everything.* He frowned at the -it's not so ridiculous Ken-kun.- that was mumbled as his hand was shoved off. Blue eyes laying back down and rolling to look away from him. "Omi. Did you hear that?" The blue eyes shot at him wide eyed.

"Nani?"

He smiled. Chuckling slightly with his joke.

"Ken-kun! Your terrible!" Omi shoved him, watching him laugh as the worried expression faded.

"Maybe." He grinned tugging a pillow against the headboard and leaning into it. "Demo your smiling ne?" He watched the blue eyes think about that before giving him a sweeter smile. Ken had made him feel better. He chuckled at the small -arigato- sighed into a pillow as he smiled. "Omi. The voices don't ever…say anything to you do they? Tell you to…do things?" He sighed relieved at the -no- that muttered to him.

"They just watch me Ken-kun. Like, take notes on what I am doing." He saw the thin shoulders shiver just explaining it.

"Maybe you should tell them something outrageous." Omi gave him a baffled look. "Then they'll get annoyed and bug off." He grinned at the sighed -Ken-kun- that just shoved him humored. "Tell them Yohji wants to meet them for a date…and that…Aya wants to meet them for a sewing class." He grinned at Omi's laughing as he shrugged. "*Then* tell me what they sayhaha." He grinned at the -Nooo- sighed at him before he slouched lower into the bed as Omi started tugging him down. Blue eyes looking at him as he lay down on his back next to his younger partner.

"Stay still Ken-kun. When they say something, maybe you'll hear it so close to me."

"Hounto ne?"

"Hai." He turned to the side, watching Omi nod from where they boy lay next to him looking up. "Shh I`ll see if I…can." He nodded, turning to the ceiling as well. If that was true, he definitely wanted to hear it. He smiled slightly, this was exciting. He had no idea what this could possibly feel like, and his smile widened in anticipation. His mind forcing himself to stay still, he never wanted to fidget so bad in all his life. "Yamete" He froze as Omi gently touched him. Blue eyes closed and relaxed, gently gripping his hand.

"Gomen." He smiled, he hadn't realized he *was* fidgeting. He felt Omi's grip relax but the hand stayed on his and he smiled. "Arigato."

"Hmm." Omi hummed softly, and he glanced over. If Omi feel asleep would this still work?

"Don't fall asleep on me." He nudged Omi's arm slightly, but the light face only frowned. "Shit, Omi wake up some." He frowned nudging slightly harder before sliding closer so his entire side was in contact with Omi's. "I want to hear Omi. Do you hear something?" He frowned as one blue eye opened slightly and looked at him.

"Ken-kun." He raised his eyebrows at the sighed relaxed mutter that was his name. "Lay down and be quiet." He choked a laugh before gently laying down. Feeling Omi shift slightly and some of his contact disappeared. He frowned immediately shifting closer again. He wanted to hear this, and a faint smile crept over Omi's lips. He felt his heart pick up immediately. He had never been this close to Omi for so long, with it so quiet. The urge to fidget ran off him like water. Laying like this was soothing, he'd give anything just to stay here all day and relax. "Ken-Kun!" He jumped as Omi's hand tightened on his immediately. Blue eyes squeezed shot. "Do you want…"

"Hai! Hai! Can you do it right now?" He felt himself sitting up. Leaning over Omi's tense face and rigid body teetering on the very edge of letting *those* voices into its head. "Let me hear Omi."

"Hai." The boy nodded immediately before the blue eyes flew open terrified. What they saw was not their room, it was…a car door. The underneath of the steering wheel from between someone's legs, the gas petal, the breaks and…pain. Voices in his mind -You dirty whore, look at me when I talk to you- -Do you hear this too? Who's there? Whose?--What are you doing? Are you talking to someone? Can't focus for one second. Useless.- More pain, against his face, against his body. Why couldn't he see who this person was. The figure, a man. Just black. A form, nothing more then a shadow jerking him up. He could see the seats of the car now, the parking garage outside the car windows. His legs were being spread just to scare and tease him. Holding him down, his wrists were clamped in the man's hand. His hips bucking to get away, his mind screaming. Calling for someone for help, rejecting the reassurances being whispered from another voice. Saying this was only a tease nothing would happen, it could not come down and help.--Let me go!--Shut up!--LET ME GO!---You'd rather be his slut wouldn't you. Rather be his dirty little slut--LET ME GO!!!-Suffer-

"OMI! OMI!" He freaked, struggling to keep his hand clamped over the screaming mouth. Using his body weight to keep the young assassin still and from hurting himself. "OMI OPEN YOUR EYES." His fierce whispers begging the blue eyes to open back up and register where they were.

"NO! NO! KEN-KUN! KKEEEENN-KUN! YAMETE! YAMETE! LET ME GO! HELP ME SCHWARZ!"

He froze with that cry. Did Omi just scream for Schwarz? "Omi stop." He frowned, wiggling his body closer to the thrashing chest he was on top of. Omi's hand suddenly grabbing his hair and yanking at it. "Ite!" He choked, trying to pull away but it was impossible. "Rgg." He grabbed the boy's hand and bit down as hard as he could.

"AHH!" The blue eyes opened and locked with his immediately. Silent and panting as he nodded.

"Omi?" He choked relief at the shaky -h-hai- that breathed up at him. "Nani?" He cringed panicked. He couldn't hear anything. All he had felt was terror and more terror and some sort of pain. "Omi what was that?!"

"Oh Ken-kun." He watched the blue eyes well with tears, thinner body still registering what it had seen and felt. All of the emotions and sounds still attached to it. Sloshing around like water in his mind. The place it had been, the voice who`s mind it was in had attached to him. Wouldn`t let him go, didn`t want to be alone right then and clamped down on him like a lifeline. "I was stuck. I was in a garage, a car."

"No." He shook his head wide eyed. "You were right here with me Omi. You never moved. You started screaming and I had to shut you up or Aya and Yohji would have heard you." He felt the boy's head shaking no.

"Ken-Kun! Did you feel that! TERRIBLE! I was IN the car! I Was!"

"SHHH." He covered the smaller mouth again, tears streaming over his hand as the shaking body started coughing gently. Looking up as it tried to force the tears away before glancing down at them.

"AMmmm." His eyes were on the door, straining to hear if Yohji or Aya had heard the yelling before glancing at Omi's muffled cry. Blue eyes looking down at their bodies, blushing horrible at the way he was between the thin legs of sensitive skin. All of them pressed together. He fallowed the gaze before jerking away and sitting up. He hadn't realized they were *that* close either.

"Y-you started fighting and screaming Omi. I-I.." He stammered pulling back so he was kneeling between the upraised legs and cargo shorts. Wide blue eyes looking down at him from the sweating, blushing face and panting chest. "Go-gomen Omi" He shook his head, and let it slide before freezing as he heard someone coming. He scrambled forward, falling off the bed and mad dashing to the door. Reaching for the handle as he slipped again. His fingers just brushing it, just close enough to turn the lock. With a gulp of air he turned it and collapsed to the floor with a heavy groan.

"Omi, Ken?" He sighed, thank god it wasn't Aya.

"Hai Yohji-kun?" He glanced back, Omi was sitting up and looked worse now. Honey blonde hair drenched with sweat and sticking up from where it had thrashed into the pillow. Sweating shaking figure and face tense and red as though with fever.

"Open the door bishonens. What's going on in there? Aya and I can hear screaming and banging." Screaming and banging? His eyes widened as he opened his mouth for some excuse. Some excuse, anything!"

"Ah Gomen Yohji-kun!" Man Omi was quick. "Ken-kun was tickling me, gomen! We'll be quiet." He blinked, choking a small sound before glancing back at the tense blue eyes waiting through the pause to see if Yohji would buy it. Thin hands digging into the side of the bed in anticipation. He would never believe Omi though a door again. The boy's voice was flawless and happy, nothing like the body he saw before him. Omi could have been bleeding all over the floor and he never would have known it with a voice like that.

There was a small grunt from the other side of the door and Yohji's weight shifted. "Ken (snort) baka." Trudging footsteps starting back down the hall as he collapsed further into the floor with relief. Calling a -Hai!- to the "And unlock the door, its suspicious." Slowly lifting his arm and twisting the small lock again before collapsing back where he was.

"Omi." He panted slightly pushing himself up and turning around. Omi was staring at him, legs pulled to the boy's chest, blue eyes uneasy. "What just happened, you-"

"AHA!" He jumped as the bedroom door burst open. He spun around to see Yohji grinning at them before the sure face slumped. "Ahhh you two are boring little liars." A wink came at him and he frowned. His immediate panic sinking to annoyance.

"Yohji-kun!" Omi exclamation was accusing. "Knock before you come into my room!"

"Hai! Hai!" The older man was shrugging the request off already, trudging over to him before glancing at Omi and stopping. "Shimatta Omi." The boy shoved the strong hand off its forehead immediately. "Ken."

"It's not what it looks like…" He sighed heavily, knowing exactly what Yohji *would* think. "Your not going to believe it Yohji." He sighed heavier now. Yohji was *never* going to believe this one.

"Ken-kun." He felt a hand tug on his shirt whispering at him to be quiet.

"It's like this Yohji." He sighed. How was he going to explain Omi heard little voices suddenly? "Omi hear's-"

"-Yohji-kun! I haven't ever-" Omi suddenly jumped up in front of him. Slapping a hand over his mouth. "-What I mean was, Ken-kun and I were…" the blue eyes shot around the room. Trying to think of an excuse for the noises, and the way he looked. "We were…" He licked his lips, stalling.

"Relax Omittchi. I can see what you were doing by how Ken is practically drooling on you." Omi ripped the hand away from his mouth with the statement. Yohji was glaring at him mad. "What your doing is dangerous Omi."

"Hai!" The blue eyes nodded immediately nudging him to agree and he muttered a -Hai- at the firm expression Yohji was giving him. "Yohji-kun don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks Ken-kun and I were just-"

"Ken." Omi jumped slightly at the bark from the doorway. Smaller mouth dropping open with Aya's cold stare. This couldn't get much worse. "Yohji's shift is *Over*." It was said with almost a snap aimed at the wide blue eyes. "Your needed in the shop."

"Demo Aya!" He made face, motioning at Yohji who gave Aya a funny look.

"No. Get downstairs. Your needed for work." The violet eyes snapped at Omi, sizing up the younger boy with a disapproving glare that made the blue eyes drop to the floor shifting away. He muttered a small -Hai- trudging out the door. Arguing with Aya now would only make *more* mess for him and mainly for Omi. Now just wasn't the time to pick a fight. Even though he still wanted to talk out what happened, h was dying to know. Now just wanted a good time. Aya stood glaring at the gently honey blonde strands of Omi's head until the blue eyes finally managed enough to look up. "Wash your face and clean up." Aya sneered before turning and starting down the hall and down the stairs.

"Kuso what a mess ne? Omittchi?" the blue eyes shot at his mumble as he sunk onto the twin bed slumping his head into his hands. "Omi, if you have feelings for Ken…you have to be careful not to make them so obvious."

"Yohji-kun." He jumped sitting up more as Omi just sunk to the ground exhausted with this. Grabbing one of his knees as the blue eyes looked up at him. "Ken-kun was helping me do something. It's not what everyone thinks it is."

"What was he helping you with then?" He slid a finger under the thin chin, lifting the blue eyes up to him. "People always say it's not what it looks like Omittchi, but you find out…it usually is *just* what it looks like. Besides, if what you say is true, what were you doing in here with Ken?" He grunted as the blue eyes turned away from him.

"Talking."

"More like yelling."

"That was my fault. Gomen, I didn't know I got so loud."

"You were screaming stop Omi." Yohji didn't look very impressed. "Omi I never knew you…felt the way you do." The blue eyes didn't dart away from his kind almost sad tone. "Can I ask you something Omittchi."

"Hai Yohji-kun."

"Why Ken?" The blue eyes stayed locked with his, even though they were astonished with the question. Who knew what Aya thought he was doing with Ken-kun if he really was yelling things like that. Yohji-kun definitely seemed to have made his mind up about what they were doing, no doubt about it so…What did he think? His blue eyes dropped to the floor slightly, remembering waking up to Ken's light kisses. They had felt good. Laying beside Ken felt safe, and sweet, something he didn't want to stop.

"Wakarenai…I just…don't know."

"Bishonen." He glanced up, Yohji's face was soft and reassuring. "Part of you knows what I am asking you, and part of you knows the answer already. "Doushite….doushite Ken." He watched the blue eyes firm slightly. They were coming to their decision and he was helping to do it. Maybe this was for the best, but for him it was most likely for the worst. Omi would go to Ken and he would have to stay quiet and let it happen.

"He listens to me Yohji-Kun." He watched the soft honey strands of blonde hair nod lightly, ruffling amongst each other the way he wanted to run his hands against the soft gentle skin sitting before him. His eyes fallowed the cargo shorts and t-shirt as they stood up, giving him a small glance before muttering an -I am going to wash my face- and starting towards the bathroom. His green eyes patiently waiting where he sat.

"I would have listened to you too Omittchi." He sighed, flopping back onto the bed and closing his eyes. This was the worst place for him to be right now. The entire room smelled of Omi and now, where he was on the bed, it held the slightest pinch of Ken.

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"Kisama." He threw open the office door without so much as a thought of what might happen to him. His green eyes glaring furious. "Bastard. Doushite!? What did you think you were doing."

"What are you babbling about Schuldip. Is your headache acting up?" The fox became enraged with the comment, and he could hear the panting from where he sat in the office chair. Wild orange hair in his doorway, violently snorting at him with a glare that wanted to rip him up and bruise him the color of the bruises in the next room. "Problem. Schuldip."

"No more." He glanced over at the snarl. Green wild kitsune eyes stabbing at him. "Last time. The Dark Child is mine now. I am taking him."

"Taking him?" He raised one eyebrow, slowly un-entertained.

"Yes. I am taking him." The calm gaze behind the slim rim of glasses dropped back to the work on the office desk.

"He's property. You can not have him Schuldip." With the silence, the gaze lifted, looking over the fox with slight interest now.

"I am taking him. You are never to touch him again. If you have something to say, you say it to me." He growled out his words, his expression unaltered as the tall suited man stood up glaring back at him. This threat, this projection of strength was disobedience, it would go straight to the fox's head. "Do you understand what I am saying to you?" He glared at the precog, waiting for a movement. Feeling the energy in his head as the mind in front of him started working. Worming into the future with an effort to see just where an attack or surrender would land them. Even now, with such personal matters, business came first. Schwarz would be put on the line with an error that would so effectively damage the team.

"We have a mission tonight. I don't care what you do with Nagi. Keep him out of my sight, he's worthless anyway. Just be ready for the mission...Now get out."

He had won. He stood still for a moment, lingering in the office doorway as Crawford's gaze dropped back to the desk. That was it. The Dark Child was his now. He turned his back on the office with nothing less than satisfaction and pride. Quickly heading back to the gray room that had its blinds down and lights turned off. {Nagi, may I come in?} He smiled outside the closed door, waiting for the reply as he took hold of the doorknob.

{No. I am busy.} He frowned, Nagi had never told him no.

{Dark Child….I have some news for you.}

{I already know. Please leave me alone now.} He frowned, throwing open the door and stepping inside. His aggressive eyes jumping through the room as they adjusted. Scanning for the thin boy. {You are not listening to me Shu} He smiled at the mumble as he started forward, walking directly to the small dark twin bed and frowning down confused at the empty sheets. In such a room, where could a young boy hide from a fox.

Dark blacked eyes were watching his feet linger in the doorway, before the footsteps came closer. Walking directly up to the side of the bed and looking down at it. Shifting for a moment before Schuldip's knees came into view dropping to the floor. Then the orange hair and fox eyes fallowed, leaning down to look at him. "What are you doing under there Dark Child?" A small smile spoke to him. Watching him lay still under the bed, fingers dug into the bottom of the mattress where he was hiding. "Give me your hand and I will pull you out." He felt strong fingers brush against his arm, and the sensation shot straight between his legs. Schuldip felt the spark and the fingers pulled back slightly. "You know not of what you ask of me…Dark Child."

His blacked eyes closed, the mattress fading to nothing. "I do" He whispered. "Why do you deny me."

"I do not deny you." the orange hair and face pulled back, standing up and sitting on the bed. Once again all he could see were Schuldip's shoes and pants. "I simply do not take you. These are two different things Dark Child."

"Why won't you take me Shu?" There was a pause of silence, and he wiggled his fingers deeper into the mattress. Strengthening his grip. "Shu?"

"Won't you come out from under there Dark Child?"

"No."

"Why not?" He dug his fingers in more, Schuldip could already feel the scared and lonely vibes from him, even hiding. "Why are you so frightened."

"I look funny."

"Nani? Wie?" The fox's weight shifted over the boy who's fingers clutched the mattress.

"Crawford made me this way."

"Come out."

"No."

"Come out!" He jumped at the hard demand that was almost sneered at him.

"Do not make me." He shook his head, his fingers sunken deep into the material that was lapping at his knuckles. "Shu, do not make me please." He jumped as the fox stood up. His body tensing at the threatening emotions he could feel.

"Come out and stand before me Dark Child…or I will walk out of your room and not look back for you." The fox waited, eyes glaring at the bed where nothing more than spiking fear and shaky -you wouldn't. You Wouldn't!?- ramblings clawed from the small mind. "I will." He whispered his confirmation, and a small hand immerged from under the tight half a foot space under the mattress. Clawing at the floor in a desperate attempt to get out to him before he could move. His green eyes watching the thin shaky arms pull out the strands of chocolate brown hair, thin bare chest of ribs and shoulder blades immerging next before the gray pajama pants. The boy slowly climbing to his feet, standing before the fox expressionless. "Kuso. Scheibe Nagi." The boy flinched as he spoke its name. It's blackened orb eyes falling to look at the floor. The large gash above the right one still trickling blood down its face, and a harsh bruise bit at the left side of its chin. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing."

He frowned at the answer, before coming forward. Watching the thin form become rigid, afraid of him and all the pain he made it feel. He grabbed the boy, pulling the chest up to his and holding the trembling form a foot off the ground in his arms. "My Dark Child. He will never hurt you again. You are mine now." He pulled the boy to him, gentle strands of hair tickling his jaw bone as the small head pushed into his neck for safety. His hand gently running up to it and running through the soft strands onto the bare neck. "Shhhh." He hushed the boy gently, turning around and sitting down on the edge of the twin bed. Looking down at the skinny body laid out in his lap staring up at him. "He will never hit you again. Never touch you again. You no longer have to worry about him. I will fight for you now Dark Child." The boy's hand ran up to his face. Gently sliding down his cheek bone to his chin before tracing fingers over his lips. Blackened orbs staring up at him, running a second hand up to his face and tracing it back to his hair admiring everything there was about him.

"I am sorry my body is to dirty for you Shu." He smiled slightly, drawing the boy closer to him. Feeling it wince as he ran his hand down its back, ass and under its legs. The sensitive skin there had been beaten black and blue.

"Do not worry yourself with such thoughts Dark Child." He sighed, gently laying back into the sheets and pulling the thin form on top of him. Feeling it curl up rapping its skinny arms around him. For once it would not force him to shove it off by worming its fingers were they shouldn't be. The boy was bruised to badly to stand any strong contact against its skin.

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3 days later

His eyelids were finally drooping closed with the weight that told him next time they opened it would be mourning and he was going to sleep heavy tonight. Thank god, he was dead tired and he had the first shift tomorrow mourning. "aaa" He groaned as he heard a small knock on his door. "Naaannnii?" He groaned, rolling over and taking a few pillows with him until he had one eye peeking out. Watching the door knob slowly turn and open an inch, pause, and then open just enough for a single blue eye to peer in at him. "Nani Omi?"

"Ken-kun, your not asleep?…Are….are you very tired?"

"Aaa" He sighed shoving the pillow off his chest as he started blinking to wake his eyes up more. "No Omi. I am not that tired. What do you need?"

"Nothing Ken-kun I just-wanted to know if…"

He turned towards the door with a slight frown. "Omi it's fine. Come in and shut the door." He gave the blue eyes a goofy face as he propped himself up to his elbow so he could hear better. "Are your muscles hurting again?" He frowned watching Omi squeeze in and gently shut the door. The small mumbled -just a little- coming back to him as he sat up completely, running a hand through his hair. "Baka." He sent a grin over to the rigid figure. "No, I am not tired. Come on." He sighed heavily, getting up as Omi came forward immediately.

"Gomen Ken-kun, if your tired-"

"-No." He sighed grabbing Omi's thin shoulders and shoving the honey blonde at his bed as he climbed out of it. "No problem Omi, just forget it." He sighed watching the boy climb in and lay stomach down pulling a pillow over as he climbed onto the thin legs. His hands gently shoving the loose pj t-shirt up around the boys neck as he started massaging. "Che! Omi your back is terrible. Relax." He frowned, as he gently ran his fingers down his friends muscles. They felt like they were locked into place.

"Gomen! Ken-kun I thought you were too tired." He sighed, geez, knowing Omi the only reason he showed at all was because it was hurting.

"I *am* tired demo….Omi your back is like…" He frowned working his fingers into the tense muscles carefully. He could see the blue eyes cringing heavily in the dark. "I think their getting worse ne?" He sighed at the -no, a little better Ken-kun…just…chotto.- "Che." He swore as he hit the first tight knot and Omi's shoulders arched to get away from his pressure before cringing a small -Itai- at him. "Gomen."

"Arigato Ken-kun I…aaaa didn't want to bother you." He sighed, almost through tackling the thin shoulders that felt like steel. Though he never said anything, or made jokes like Yohji he wasn't blind to the fact that Omi was the most under developed of the four of them. Yet, there was a feel to the boy that was metal underneath. Somehow, all the muscles were just hidden with a smooth grace.

"Your like steel you know." He grinned his chuckle as he rubbed down the shoulder blades, leaving the shoulders loose and relaxed. His chuckle choking a small laugh as Omi smiled sleepily, ah this felt good. "Don't look it but you are."

"Arigato." He grinned at the whispered thank you before frowning. Leaning slightly closer to the smooth skin under his hands.

"Omi…did you hurt yourself?"

"Nani?" Omi tried to shift under him, blue eyes peering back at him from over the light shoulder.

"You have a few bruises." He frowned, feeling Omi jerk under him as though upset with what he said. A thin hand reaching back and feeling around where his fingers were. "Here." He grabbed it and moved it over the bruises. Watching them connect and press gently before snapping away disturbed. "Omi?"

"I don't know how I got them."

"Nani?" He frowned, shifting up the thin thighs so he could lean down and look Omi in the face. "What did you say?" He frowned harder, staring at the blue eyes that slowly looked up at him. Omi's mouth opened slightly, but the soft hair just shook no.

"I think…maybe there is something wrong with me…Ken-kun." He jumped as Omi started moving under him, rolling over. He sat up more, offering the blue eyes enough room to turn and look at him. "I have…others.. I don't know where they came from either." He frowned, not sure what to say. "They just, started appearing."

"How many?" Omi's eyes dropped slightly before resurfacing with a -fifteen?- "Fifteen?!" He choked grabbing the thin shoulder. "Where? Let me see them?"

"Ken-kun!" Omi jumped slightly, shaking no as a blush ran into the light cheeks. "They're…they're kind of low Ken-kun." He nodded immediately, relaxing his concerned expression and Omi relaxed with him. He was quiet thinking this over before watching the light face just glance away, thinking. Omi looked peaceful inside his room, or when they were together, and it was an expression and feeling he was beginning to yearn for. It set him at peace too, and his eyes snapped at the small pink tongue that jumped from his partners mouth and quickly licked the thin lips.

"Gomen I'll…it`s too late to think about his now ne?" Even in the dark he could see the relieved expression. "I am going to get a drink. Do you want something?"

"Hai. Arigato." He sighed as he got up, hearing Omi just lay back down as he started into the hall and down the stairs. All the lights were off, and he went about smacking his toe into the corner of the wall, tripping lightly on crap Yohji left on the stairs, and fumbling for the kitchen light switch which he couldn`t find. All the while giving a fast loud curse, before smaller annoyed mumbled ones that followed him like bread crumbs. Trudging over to the fridge he grabbed the first clear bottle of water he saw, two cups off the counter and started heading back up the stairs. Tripping *again* on the *same* pile of crap.

He growled as he trudged back into his room. "Bakayarou" Omi sat up immediately locking eyes with him confused. "Not you." He smiled "I tripped *twice* on Yohji's stupid crap. Just leaves it littered all over the stairs baka."

"Hai!" Omi snapped the bottle from him with a wide grin, no doubt laughing at him. "Your so clumsy Ken-Kun."

"Hai." He smiled, leveling both cups in his hands as Omi poured. He was thirstier now looking at the water, and the second Omi put the bottle down they both started gulping. He frowned in a second, but he had already gotten two or three gulps down before he spit the rest of the cold hard vodka from his mouth to the floor. "Baka! Yohji!"

"GOMEN!" He jumped as the cold flush, and sudden yell as the temperature change hit. "Gomen Ken-kun!" His brown eyes frowning down at his now Vodka soaked shirt, Omi's face blasted with surprise and a smile. "hahahaa."

"Omi." He frowned, watching the blue eyes start laughing. Wiping some of the spit liquor off him with half-ass flicks. "Soka." he grunted, slumping onto the bed as he ripped his shirt off with a sigh. Smearing the rest of the liquor off him with the dry portions of his shirt as Omi continued laughing before abruptly silencing. He frowned glancing over. "Oi! Omi!" He yanked the vodka bottle from the thin lips that were sucking it down. "This is not mine!"

"Ken (hiccup) Kun Yohji won't miss it if we drink it all and hide the bottle." He was staring for a moment. Taking a second glance at the clear bottle that was beading drops of dew along its glass surface, before back at Omi's relaxed expression that simply laid back. As though the idea, and bottle weren't even in the room. It must have been a spiked idea, because that didn't sound like Omi to him.

"H-hounto ne?" the blue eyes glanced up at him from where they were sprawled out on his bed as he sat there for a few minutes. "Omi…." He trailed, slowly sprouting a smile as Omi grinned at him. "Baka, your drunk already." He shoved the light hand playfully as it made a poor attempt to grab the bottle from him.

"Feels nice. This must be why Yohji-kun does it so much, ne Ken-kun?" He took another glance at the bottle, yeah it would probably feel nice but. Wouldn't it be one of those cold day's in hell when he never got up and Aya found him with a hang over the day he was supposed to open.

"Haha Aya." He chuckled shaking his head, but Omi's eyes snapped at the door pulling a blanket up to cover most of the bare chest that lay in his sheets. He glanced back at the still face watching the door before grinning at the blue eyes that connected with his. "Ha…Hahaha."

"Hahah." He started laughing first but Omi fallowed in a second, "Shhh baka." He grinned shoving a disoriented finger to his lips as a thin hand tried to cover his mouth. Unaware of how loud it was laughing itself. He slumped into the bed with the weakened state his humored arms were in. "Hahaha!"

"Aya-kun is going to be…so mad!haha." He nodded, watching Omi drop to chuckles as he just slouched.

"Omi." He grinned watching the blue eyes glance at him with another sleepy smile. "ah" He shrugged "Douitashimashite" (for us it would be like, I forgot what I was going to say)

"Hah-Hai." He frowned slightly as Omi started getting up, sliding off his bed and starting for the door slightly. "Ha..haha…Doko?…Where are you going?" He grinned at the slurred -bathroom- that mumbled back to him as he leaned further into the warm sheets, glancing at his cup. What the hell, Yohji probably won't miss the bottle anyway. He brought the bitter liquor back to his mouth aware he probably wasn't in exactly his best mind state while drawing this conclusion but then again…in this mind state. He didn't really care.

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"BUMSEN!" He bolted up immediately, not sure what it was but it was warm and runny and it just seemed to have exploded all over his chest. "What the hell! NAGI!?" He jumped, he knew what it was now, he could smell it. Gagging strands of faded chocolate brown hair leaning over him better this time and choking more vomit onto the floor. "AaaaaScheibe." He growled, waiting for the boy to finish before easing his expression as the worried blacked eyes pulled back over him.

"G-gomen." Thin shaky hand wiping some of the vomit off its chin as it looked down on him. "I'll clean it up."

"No." He growled getting up and grimacing as he felt some of the puke on his chest slide down some. "Relax!" He snapped a yell at the shaky figure in the bed that only jumped. "Dark-Nagi?" He frowned confused, moving slightly closer to the boy who just shrank back from him deeper into his bed. "Is that Vodka?" He watched the black eyes glance up for only a brief moment before snapping away. "What the *hell* is going on here." He frowned before grabbing the thin shoulder that smiled at him lightly. "Scheibe your drunk." He frowned letting the boy go. Storming to the bathroom and cleaning himself off. He could already hear Nagi changing the sheets in a rather drunken clumsy way. But, how? Nagi hadn't been drunk when they went to sleep? They didn't even have any Vodka in the…well…none that he was aware of. Then again, this wasn't exactly the first *weird* thing he had noticed in the last few days. The Dark Child had seemed, what was the word for it, not really happy but less, depressed? He had seen two smiles in the last five days. That was an unprecedented record. Some of the bruises had cleared up extremely fast. The gash above the boys eye had all but disappeared that night. The boy had offered to help one of them three times that day and now he was drunk!? He stormed back to the room and directly to the bed the boy was already back in. "NAGI!"

"NANI!?" The boy jumped, screaming an answer immediately as it sunk lower .

"Do you think you can fool me by looking away. What are you doing Dark Child?" He cocked a grin. Whatever Nagi was hiding it was probably outrageous or, terrible, or…aww he could hardly imagine. "Speak Dark Child, your are killing me with suspense."

"I am doing nothing." The blackened eyes turned up to him expressionless, but the monotone voice slurred slightly with the alcohol. He had to admit he found that slightly attractive. The boy's drunken stare just looking at him, smiling in the slightest way possible. He knew the blackened eyes must want to laugh so bad but they reframed, and it wasn't like he hadn't noticed the other differences. The extra communication, the participation, Nagi wasn't hiding in his room every second anymore. There was even extra physical contract that wasn't as lustful as before.

"Liar Dark Child. Your pants are burning." The slim face smiled so wide and wickedly he got a chilll. "Tell me what it is your up to or *I* will run mad." He chuckled, sliding back into the sheets, watching the bare chest just sit up more and giggle. "Dark Child?" He almost laughed himself, the sound was so light and deep, but still it was a giggle. The boy could laugh? The fox was astonished. "What have you done to yourself you wicked thing." He grinned tugging the bare arms and chest into him. The black eyes immediately sliding up directly over his own, breathing onto his nose.

"I am researching Shu."

"Researching?" He chuckled, feeling the thin fingers slide into his hair. "Researching what, Dark Child."

"Life, and all that ales me." His green eyes buckled slightly now, bouncing the boy's weight ever so slightly as he laughed. "I am leaning well ne? (hiccup)"

"Mmmperhaps." He closed his eyes with a smile. Feeling the thin fingers run around the scalp of his orange strands, tugging slightly and making him crazy inside. The boys body only moving closer as he ran his hand down its back and under its ass gripping each cheek gently. That was enough, and in an instant thin lips were pressing into his with the taste and smell of vodka.

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He jumped from where he was splashing water onto his face. "Ken-kun?!" Whirling around towards the door and ignoring the water that dripped down onto his bare chest. Someone just pinched his ass. He felt it, and he panicked slightly-not just with the fact that the feeling had shot straight to his groin, but with the fact that no one was there. "Tickster." He growled a frown, stomping from the bathroom directly to Ken's room and flinging the door open and then shut behind him.

"Omi, look at this." Ken was still playing with the vodka on the bed where he left him but…he frowned.

"Sneaky ecchi." He watched Ken stop chuckling slightly. Slowly forming a frown with his words.

"Ecchi?" Baffled brown eyes turning to him as he walked directly to the side of the bed and scrambled back on. "Hounto ne? Omi?" He frowned slightly before backing away as Ken grinned at him shoving the vodka aside for a moment.

"Ken-kun?" He jumped as strong hands grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back. "Demo.." He jumped as Ken's hand ran down his side to his hip gently rubbing into his skin and he wiggled. "That tickles Ken-kun." He tugged away slightly before freezing as the smell of Vodka neared his lips with Ken's. Soft brown eyes staring down at him and he tugged a pillow closer staring back up into them. Ken had one hand on his hip and the other leaning into the bed by his head so…Why did it feel like someone was massaging his ass!? "Ken-k-" Ken's lips jumped at him. Pressing into his with a gentle but firm touch the same time he jerked the tightly clutched pillow over his lap. Hiding the stimulation he could feel building in his pants from someone else's hands. "Ken-kun!" He sucked air with hunger when Ken finally pulled away huffing. A strong hand gently running over his forehead and brushing his hair back. "Ken-Kun I feel funny. I feel like there's people touching me." He frowned slightly worried, the room was getting a little fuzzy from the alcohol too. "I think I am a little drunk."

"No Omi. Daijobu." The blue eyes looked up at him with the reassurance. "I am touching you. Can't you feel that?"

"Hai." He nodded feeling Ken's lips gently run down onto his forehead and he stiffened slightly. Ken was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing. How come he wasn't that drunk? He never drank. "Ken-kun your drunk." He frowned, jumping slightly as the strong hand on his hip ran up onto his chest. "Ken-kun." He wiggled shoving it off but it came back twice as fast and hard, grabbing his nipple. "Ken-kun!" He jumped sitting up fast and turning back to look at the brown eyes that just sank into the bed slightly running a hand up his back appreciating his skin. He couldn't say he wasn't aroused. Couldn't deny Ken's touch caused something a little more then it should but...

"Gomen Omi." Ken sighed heavily looking up to make eye contact as the hand dropped away. "I am drunk demo…" He watched Ken slowly grab the Vodka bottle and start dragging it up the sheets. "I still know…daijobu, what I am doing. Omi." He jumped as Ken grabbed him again. "Lie back Omi. Let me taste your skin." Ken shoved him back before he could answer-he wanted to say yes but…but…

"Ken-kun!" He screamed as some of the cold bitter vodka poured over his nipple before Ken's mouth attacked it. "Atsui!" He arched his back immediately, directly into Ken's mouth and face as strong hands slide up his sides again. Pressure appearing all over him as Ken climbed on, holding him down softly and his body floored with the excitement. His blue eyes wide as he looked down at the rough red tongue that was licking his skin before gently kissing upwards towards his face. "Ah, Ken-kun! Ammm." He groaned as the soft lips started moving up his neck, nipping at his jaw bone. Each kiss was running right under the pillow on his lap. His body was wiggling against his will, jerking with all the good feelings on his chest and the feeling of Ken's legs moving around on his own. His eyes opening slightly as Ken stopped, panting on his skin and waiting for him to look up.

"Omi..Is this ok?" He felt himself nodding as Ken's hands slid up to his shoulders, studying him as he gently started moving. Slowly lifting his head and gently leaned forward to plant a shy kiss on the thin lips that had just spread some of the best feelings of his life over his chest. He couldn`t believe this was happening. "Omi if anything feels-"

"-Hai! Dijobu! I read about this on the…internet chotto." He watched Ken blink in astonishment before a wide mischievous grin came at him.

"Ecchi." He grunted an uneasy laugh at Ken's expression. Staying still as Ken started leaning to his mouth again. He closed his eyes as he felt Ken sucking in his bottom lip slightly before the tongue gently pressing on his lips. He frowned, ever so slightly opening his mouth just a little, and Ken's tongue slipped in immediately. His eyes flung open at the weird feeling and he yanked his head away. "Gomen Omi." Ken was back in his face in a minute. "Gomen."

"No! Gomen Ken-kun I…" He trailed his stomach a tense knot, unsure if what had happened was something he wanted or hated. "G-gomen."

"Don't apologize Omi, I don't want to make you kiss me." He felt Ken move to pull back and sit up, but he grabbed the strong arms and hugged them tighter.

"Hai! Gomen! Douitashimashite." He gave Ken a huge smile, watching the drunk brown eyes study him while admitting a sleepy grin and -hai- leaning back to his mouth. His stomach tensing up as he felt Ken's tongue ask again and he opened his mouth slowly, just enough. He jumped expecting the same hunger to fly in that Ken had showed before but this time the tongue was softer. Gently slipping into his mouth and pressing into his slightly. Choking a laugh into him as Ken's brown eyes opened to find his wide open and cross eyed.

"Omi."

"Gomen!"

"Haha." He grinned ever so slightly as Ken chuckled leaning into his chest. He arched immediately. "Your chest is pretty sensitive ne?" He blushed. "Maybe a break.." Ken slurred a grin up at him. "A kissing break for you Omi." A drunken finger pointed at him slightly and he grinned as it ran onto his lips playing with them as he smiled. "I want to see what else you have anyway." He bit the fingers on his lips for fun, basking in the gentle rubbing sensation Ken was massaging into his ribs and then down to his abs. His back arching in the feeling, loving it. "Like that?"

"Ooohh Keeeen-kuun." He smiled, closing his eyes as Ken started sucking on the sensitive skin above his hips, a strong hand running back up to his chest and neck and gently playing with him as he gripped the sheets. "Arigato Ken-Kun." He grinned at the slurred -Yohji hit's the nail on the head with his pet names- that was muttered into his abs before licking down to the rim of his pants. He jerked, tensing slightly as a strong hand slid to the rim, and he looked down. Gently grabbing the hand and tugging it away slightly. "Ken-kun."

"Omi." The brown eyes looked up at him with a smile, and gently tugged on the pillow over his lap. "Ooomi." Ken grinned at him before hiccuping a few times.

"Ken-kun, no." He shook his head, brushing the strong hands off the pillow, and Ken sat up. He cringed as the brown eyes were idle for a moment, looking at him. "Gomen."

"No Omi." He glanced up at the gentle touch, watching Ken smile at him. "Dijoubu. Keep it there." He frowned as Ken winked at him, before jumping as he felt the warm rough palms of Ken's hands on each of his knees. "I know what your hiding Omi."

"Ken-kun! Your drunk!"

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He growled, rolling over at the second loud -Ken-Kun!- that had made it through his wall. His green eyes glaring into the pillow as he pulled a second one over his head and smashed it to his ear. They both sounded a little…drunk or…stoned or…something. They better not be drinking his stuff in there. As far as he knew Ken didn't have any liquor. "So help me bishonens." He growled burring his head into the pillow as Omi's soft voice yelled a protest and then groaned in appreciation. He shuddered. "Kuso you lucky bastard Ken." He growled. Here he was politely waiting for an eighteenth birthday and Ken jumps at the chance. "Kuso."

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"Ken-kun. Ken-kun!" He arched his back, his entire body seemed to know what to do by itself. His hips were jerking with each little pinch Ken's fingers gave him as he looked down at the white moving sheet that was his legs and Ken. "Mmmm." He jerked again, his fingers digging into the sheets so bad they hurt, but he loved it. Strong hands still playing with the underneath of his thighs. In love with the milky smooth sensitive skin that covered his body as he wiggled again. Clamping his muscles down as he felt Ken tug on his boxers, and the tugging stopped. A strong hand suddenly shoving his pj pants out from under the covers to the floor, but he didn't care. Taking those off wasn't so bad, sometimes he didn't even wear them to bed. So what. What Ken was doing was too delicious, it felt so good and warm. He jerked as Ken's hands got dangerously close to his ass, his body freezing and all movement stopped before a muffled -Omi?- came to him. -Doushio? Are you ok?" He relaxed slightly, feeling Ken move just a few fingers that were brushing the very bottom of his ass, letting him warm into the sensation so the knot in his stomach would disappear.

"H-hai." his voice was hoarse from panting, his hips bucking up again as he felt Ken's hand pull back and trace down his leg, massaging his muscles as he went. "MmmmI am okay Ken-kun. Okaaayahhhh." He groaned, Ken's hand was going up the inside of his leg now, stopping before it got to high and sliding onto of his thigh. "Ken-kun." He groaned slightly, the uneasy tension audible in his voice. Ken's hands had finally gotten dangerously close and were waiting for his ok, but…he couldn't bring himself to say it. He stiffened again as Ken's hand pulled out from inside his shorts and the bulge in the sheet started climbing up to him until the brown hair and eyes resurfaced with a smile. "Ken-kun, gomen." He cringed ashamed he was so bad at this. "I..I…gomen I am…"

"Shh." He relaxed slightly as Ken's eyes disappeared to the top of the brown head that started kissing his chest again, climbing in-between his legs from where he lay. "You want to take anything more off Omi?" The brown eyes glanced at his face. It was streaked with sweat, painted red from cheek to cheek with all the stimulation, but his eyes were tense. "I don't want you to take anything else off ok?" Ken could see the relief in his face even though he tried to hide it.

"Hai." he nodded smiling up at the drunken soccer player. "Arigato Ken-kun demo…are you mad at me?"

"M(hiccup)ad?" He smiled at Ken's slurred question. "No Omi." Brown hair shaking no before leaning into his chest and loving into it with a soft cheek. "Not mad Omi. Demo…." He ran a hand into the brown strands of Ken's hair pushing back into the movement before jumping slightly as Ken moved entirely so he could feel Ken's legs between his own. "Omi can I do one thing?…I want to show you something I know you'll like it." he frowned slightly as Ken glanced up at him. It was harder to say no when Ken was looking at him. "Demo…I won't if you say so ne?"

"H-hai Ken-kun." He nodded immediately. "I don't mean to be…so bad at…."

"Shh." Ken's hands ran back up to his lips covering his mouth lightly with a smile. "Your not bad Omi" A grin leaned down to his chest and kissed him as he arched his back and spread his legs slightly. That was the sensation he loved the most. The soft gentle sensation he felt even after Ken pulled away, his chest still tickled.

"Ahh!" Ken covered his mouth to silence his scream as the warm rough tongue dove back at his nipple. Ken knew it was one of his most delicate spots and he couldn't help but scream when Ken bit it slightly. Brown eyes smiling to themselves as they milked this small spoke for all its worth while worming a hand down inside the boxers without so much as the slightest detection until he touched what was inside. Omi's hips came up into his hand in a second, looking for friction against their will and he took hold of the erection he wasn't permitted to look at. Feeling the mouth underneath his hand open without sound. Blue eyes closed, head tilted back, glowing with his touch, and he choked a laugh at the deep throated moan he hadn't heard yet that purred from Omi's throat. Strong hands clamping down on his shoulders as the thin legs ran up against his hips asking for more. He slid his second hand down to the soft private skin taking hold of it gently as he looked up. He wanted to see the blue eyes and light face as they experienced this for the first time. Omi's hips were working a mile a minute in his hand, thinner ones gripping the sheets panting excessively at the feeling and sensation of his fingers. "ahK-ahKen-kun." He looked up as his name became a choked, panted groan. Blue eyes opening to him ever so slightly, as he kept his head up on the sensitive chest, everything else hidden under the sheets. "Ahhmmmmore..More." The brown eyes smiled at him, and the fingers moved. "Ugh, ugh!" He grunted snapping his hips up as far as he could get them. "Keeenahhhhhughhhh ahhh KEN-KUN!" He jumped as a strong finger played with his drizzling head, smearing his own precom around before wandering lower and behind him slightly. The other hand slowing down its ministrations and shifting. Giving him just that tad bit of logic to register the finger that had crept up to the second most personal spot on his body. WHAT was Ken doiNG THERE!? His body snapped, going tight immediately as he drew in a sharp breath. "Ya..ah…yame..yamet.." Slowly he tried to get his voice up before jumping as the finger touch his sensitive puckered skin, gently pushing in slightly. "YAMETE!" He freaked pushing his hips up to escape the intruding finger. Grabbing the headboard and sliding himself upward. "YAMETE! Ken-Kun! GOMEN!" He jumped harder, banging his elbow into the headboard as the door flew in. "AYA-KUN!" He jumped and Ken shot up immediately. Both hands out to show him not to be afraid, and then with shock someone had barged in. Ken's quick bolt backwards yanking the covers off him and the stimulation sent him off. He felt himself explode in his pants as his hips jerked just once out in the open where he lay.

…..Any annoyed word Aya had was totally erased. First with the sight and realization they weren't being attacked, and then silenced at the awkward situation. His wide blue eyes staring down at his spread legs and damp shorts before ripping a pillow over himself and snapping his legs to his chest as tears of embarrassment sprang to his eyes. His movements shaky, panicked, and mortified beyond belief. His face was burning, his neck was burning, burring his face in his knees as Ken's hand gently ran onto his shoulder. "Yamete." he yanked it away, shaking no as he tried to hide. He had never wished to die so hard in his life, and Ken's frown turned slowly to Aya.

"Aya." He whispered lightly, his own voice wasn't working well and it was hard to see the fiery red head. The room was blurry and smelled of sweat and Vodka. Uh, Aya was speaking to him now, but it was impossible to understand before he registered the red head coming forward.

"Omi." A strong hand grabbed the thin arm hugging its legs and pulled it off the bed. Blue eyes choking a sob as they kept their head down embarrassed. Pulling a pillow along and holding it in front of its waist. "Look at me." He pulled the thin chin upward, watching the blue eyes cringe as tears streamed from them. "Get your things, and get in my room. You are no longer allowed in Ken's bedroom, and Ken is no longer allowed in yours."

"Ahh Aya-Kuuun." the blue eyes widened further, choking a sob in protest before stumbling as he shoved the trembling shoulders forward towards the door. "D-Demo-aauhh." He grimaced as the boy bent over throwing up. Dropping to its knees choking hard gags that emptied its stomach of pizza and Vodka before just crying where it sat. "GggooommEEENN!"

"Omi!?" Yohji was suddenly rushing into the room. Crouching down along side the crying figure that continued puking. "Aya, Ken! What the hell-Kuso!" The blonde swore as some of the vomit dribbled into it while it wasn't paying attention. "Easy bishounen."

"Don't call him that." His green eyes snapped up at Aya's hard bark before glancing at Ken who was stumbling out of the bed sloppily dressed and smelling heavily of Vodka. "They are no longer allowed to sleep in the same room."

"Nani!?" He choked a wide eyed expression to the red head who's arms were crossed over its chest. "Aya! That's." He made a face, gently puling Omi's thin shoulders up with him and steadying them against his chest as they wobbled, sniffling. "That's not your call." he frowned at the mad violet eyes glaring at him.

"Omi is underage. This jeopardizes Weiss Yohji. It is my call." He stammered for a second before again glancing at Ken who was making his way over using the wall as leverage.

"Kuso. At least get out. Give him some privacy." He growled, watching the red head grunt before glancing down at the crying strands of honey blonde facing the ground.

"If he wanted privacy he should have used his head."

He continued swearing as Aya stomped out. His face tense, and mad he couldn't argue before looking down. "Omi?" He dropped back to his knees as the boy started retching trying to puke more up. "Easy Omittchi. Easy." He sighed looking up at Ken who looked terrible. Brown eyes connecting with his face immediately. "Low profile." He growled his irritation out, watching Ken slip to the floor leaning into the wall before grabbing at Omi's shoulders.

"Gomen Omi I-"

"-YAMETE!" The thin arms pulled from both of them. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Choking each word with a sob as it struggled to its feet. Throwing the pillow to the floor as it stomped out as fast as possible. His green eyes listening to the choking cries head directly to their room before the door slammed shut.

"Kuso." He swore under his breath before glancing at the small choking cry he heard to his right. "Gomen Ken. Daijobu." He sighed, laying a hand on the strong shoulder drunk and slumped into the wall.

"Yohji. Doushio." He felt his heart wrench in his chest as the brown eyes closed, smearing away some tears furious they were there. "DOUSHIO! AYA…Aya…aya. What do I do, Omi he, I…wasn't ready Yohji. He wasn't ready."

"I know Ken." The strong hand on his shoulder squeezed reassuringly before gently dropping off. "I'll go talk to Aya."

What would he say? God "Kuso." He growled again taking his time as he trudged down the hall to the last bedroom. Ken and Omi.. "Kuso." He closed his eyes running a hand over his face with exhaustion He couldn't argue Omi wasn't putting Weiss, all of them, and the entire business in danger fooling around like that, but at the same time. "Not right." it just wasn't right, it was wrong to separate them if that's how they felt. He sighed leaning into the strong doorway, watching Aya look up at him.

"Where is Omi?"

"You could have handled it better, fearless leader." The violet eyes squint at him annoyed. "Most likely he's crying his heart into his pillow." The violet color turned away. "Aya. You can not separate them."

"I will."

"Aya!" he frowned his bark, stepping forward and Aya stood up immediately. "It's wrong, and you know it. Kuso! They're both young, I know it demo….I was young once Aya."

"I have no desire to hear your childhood."

He frowned at the cold bark. "No. I bet you don't." Pulling a cigarette from his pocket to calm himself and slipping it into his lips. "Aya. Weiss will never work if we're broken." He frowned, stumbling slightly as the ever-getting-annoyed look frowned pushing past him. "AYA! You'll break him. Let it be!" He growled as the red head stopped in front of the closed bedroom door.

"OMI!" He almost jumped as the fist smashed against it. The thin wood shook slightly and he could hear the sniffling and sobbing from inside start towards it. No one in their right mind ever would have come to the door for anyone other than Aya. "Omi." The violet eyes glared at the sniffling blue that slowly opened the door an inch before stumbling back as it was pushed in.

"AYA!" He growled stomping forward as the red hair disappeared into Omi's room. "What are you doing Aya?! Will you listen for a second!" He frowned, laying a hand on the thin hyperventilating shoulder as Aya came right at them.

"Yohji."

"Don't be so foolish you never thought he was going to do *something*." He shot the violet eyes a look. "So it just happened to be with Ken. Is that what really bothers you?" He frowned, feeling his patients dwindle down the drain as Aya shoved the sniveling figure towards its bed to grabs some pillows and blankets. "Just let them be Aya." He stopped as a glare snapped right at him. It was powerful to say the least. It's expression so strong no wonder Omi was just going along with ever barking order. The poor kid probably couldn't even think straight. "They had a little too much to drink and made a mistake."

"Not a mistake." He silenced, grabbing Omi's arm as the sniffling head of honey blonde hair tried to duck past them and get out of the room. "An Abomination." He watched Aya's hard glare snap from him to the wide tearing blue eyes. "What you did is disgusting." He felt Omi shaking in his arms, stumbling back into his chest overwellemed. "It disgusts me, and it should disgust Yohji. *You* are an abomination. Too confused and Ken shouldn't have taken advantage of that. Y-"

"-I am not confused!" He jumped as Omi finally said something. Practically screaming back. "I! I! AYA-KUN! Goooomeeenahhhh. Gomen Gomeeeennnn Aya-kun. I…it was…I am a little drunk and Yohji-kun gomen, weweredrinkingyourvodka, we thought it was water first. We never would have taken it if we knew ahead of time. But Ken-kun….What I have with Ken-kun-"

"-What you have with Ken is an abomination! Listen to yourself Omi! Your out of your head! Now we're all getting some sleep." He felt the thin arm jerked from his grasp and ushered towards the door. "Tomorrow we can argue about what you think you feel for Ken. Now is *not* the time."

"Aya." He choked slightly uttering his last protest, and maybe Aya sensed it. Maybe that's why he turned around, letting Omi slump into the doorframe crying. "He…He can sleep in my room, since I have the extra cot in the closet. The floor is terrible Aya." He gave the violet eyes a soft understanding look. A surrendering look, that said he would listen as well and he watched the head of red hair nod.

"If Ken goes into that room…"

"I understand." He nodded running a hand onto the thin shoulder clutching its pillows and blankets. "Come on Omi." He sighed heavily, gently walking into the hall with the soft strands of hair ducking into his side to hide from Aya. His green eyes watching Aya slowly walk back to his room and shut the door, and even though he felt bad for Omi and Ken, a part of him felt bad for Aya too. He had never been put in the position were he had to make decisions that made people hate you. Aya was right about the trouble, this was just asking for it. Weiss would be destroyed, the business would be shut down and they would all scatter, except for maybe, Omi and Ken. Kritiker was who supported Aya's sister. Weiss was important, if not just to them, then especially for Aya. "Omi. Why don't you take a shower. I'll get a bed fixed up for you." His heart choked at the small nod and sniffled -arigato- that started towards the bathroom before quietly shutting the door. His heavy sigh started towards his room before stopping dead as he caught sight of Ken. Brown eyes just standing in their doorway watching. "Ken." His eyes dropped to the floor as he sighed out the name.

"Yohji." He shook his head, quickly starting into his room and Ken followed, stumbling slightly still drunk. "This is my fault. Gomen, tell Omi how…Please Yohji. Tell Omi how sorry I am."

"Kuso." He spun around giving the brown eyes a look. "You think I am so heartless Ken. My window." He watched Ken slowly look in the direction of his nod. "Bring your clothes in here, you can drop out it in the mourning if you can't sneak out before Aya gets up. I'll set the alarm early for you." He watched the brown eyes widen, staring at the window before darting back to him. "I don't….Ken. Your affairs…Omi's affairs are not my business. Truth to tell, it's not like I haven't noticed him before that way. I just…well, he`s yours now." He glanced at Ken slightly concerned at the wide eyed, almost pale expression. "Ken?" He frowned, Ken looked about ready to pass out. "Come here. Sit down." He grinned pulling the drunken shoulder over and shoving it slightly. Watching the brown hair just slouch onto his bed holding its head. His sly grin slipping a cigarette into the vodka smelling lips. "Your just lucky that wasn't my good stuff." He grinned, watching Ken steady the white stick as he lit it. His face grunting at the immediate coughing the inhale brought before Ken exhaled with more grace. Shaky hand holding the cigarette.

"It was horrible. Omi will never forgive me."

"Hmp." He grunted a grin, lighting his own cigarette before glancing at the brown eyes that were fixed to the floor. "Omi will be ok."

"I went to far Yohji. I thought he was ok. I asked him…maybe I didn't hear him say otherwise…Maybe I…wasn't listening. All of a sudden, he was, was saying stop. His voice. Terrified. I terrified him." He cringed as Ken looked up. The brown eyes were saturated with despair and fear. Omi. Gentle, happy, friendly Omi. Just found and now, just lost. So quickly. "Schwarz, Schuldip…knew. Knew before it happened."

"Ken." He felt Yohji grabbing him, jerking him around as though trying to wake him up as the green eyes pushed into his face. "Omi's still young. Still nervous. You never crossed that line. You didn't Ken. Don't make Schwarz let you think you did. It was a mind game, a trick. Omi is alright, he's not mad at you." Ken slumped back into the bed as his strong grip dropped the loose shirt. "You need to talk to him. Later, tomorrow, shit just make sure you do." He watched the brown hair nod before taking a gentle puff on the cigarette it still held with a shaky grasp.

"He doesn't know Yohji." the brown eyes didn't glance up when he muttered his -Eh?- of confusion. "Doesn't know what I was doing…that's why he…Omi doesn't know."

"Course he knows." He grunted a smile, picking up the small ash tray on his nightstand and flicking some ash in. "They teach him in school Ken-ken." He frowned as the brown hair started shaking no.

"That's why I scared him-cause I didn't say…" He frowned as Ken got slightly paler, staring off behind him. He frowned turning around. So help him if Aya was back, he wouldn't be able to save anyone. Instead he sighed, before stiffing slightly. Omi stood in the doorway, wide blue eyes swollen red as the thin form trembled slightly. Glancing back at Aya's door nervous Ken was there.

"Omi." He motioned for his younger partner to come with a grin. "I am not going to make Ken stay out, or leave if that's not what you want. Aya can run this house like a boot camp, but inside this room." He grinned opening his arms as his smile widened. "Is Kodou land, and what I say goes. You make up your mind bishounen." he grinned laying a hand on the uneasy shoulder. "And Yohji will stand by it." He nodded at the whispered -arigato- that took to the floor slightly. "Omi, I am going to go read my book, outside, possibly near Aya's room and maybe, not come back for…an hour." He chuckled, watching Omi's eyes dart around slightly before landing on Ken for a moment. "If you want me Omi just say…Manx has *thee* most beautiful legs I have ever seen. Five times fast." He grinned at the blue eyes that were smiling ever so slightly before giving him a nod. "Good." He sent Ken a nod, grinning at the shaky hand smashing its cigarette into his ash tray as he started strolling out towards the hall, shutting the door behind him.

Ken glanced up as the door closed before turning to Omi. Watching the thin form of pajama pants and white t-shirt start over for the cot that had been set up for it and sink down avoiding his look. "Omi. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I didn't pay enough attention to you I.."

"-No Ken-kun." He stopped at the small mumble, blue eyes glued to the floor. "It's my fault. When I went to say something, my voice wouldn't work right away. I didn't say anything…you didn't know. I…I shouldn't have been so loud."

He shook his head standing up, Omi looked up at his movement immediately nervous. "Omi. You know how terrible I am with this sort of thing so…Do you hate me?" He watched the swollen blue eyes jump up wider.

"No Ken-kun. Gomen."

"Ok." He choked back a few tears dropping his gaze back to the floor for a breathe of air before glancing back up. "I know everything is weird right now Omi demo…I still feel the same way for you. Regardless if you ever want to try something like that again. Slower, I don't know, but Aya does not change how I feel for you." He watched the blue color stay locked with his as he spoke before dropping back to the ground uneasy.

"Ken-kun. I…Gomen. I don't know what to do. Aya-kun is so…" He heard the voice crack with tears and a strong hand run onto the thin facing look away from him. "…Furious with us. He-he said I was-was…an abomination."

He felt his teeth clench, his body rushing forward before he could stop himself. Omi shot up immediately, still edgy over what happened. "Your not an abomination." He frowned shaking the thin shoulders he held. "Nothing Aya says matters. Do you feel like an abomination?"

"Ahhh Haaaiii." He choked at the sobbed nodding. Crap. There it was again. Foot in mouth.

"That's not what I meant Omi. Look. Your not an abomination. Don't you feel that way. Your not an abomination I still…want you Omi. Yohji doesn't think that either. He knows your still Omi Tuskiynono…the non-abomination." He felt a world of relief rush over him as Omi smiled ever so slightly. Most of all, all he wanted to do was to make those tears go away. "Don't cry anymore Omi. I can't stand to see it."

"Ah Gomen." He grinned at the small choke as Omi brushed the tears off quickly. Slumping into him as he pulled the thin form closer.

"Omi Please…tell me you don't hate me. Please. Tell me your not mad. I never should have touched you like that when you weren't ready. I should have listened to you."

"No Ken-kun." He felt the heavy sigh run into his ear from over his shoulder. His hug strengthening as thin arms rapped around him hugging back. "I don't hate you Ken-kun. I am not mad and…I…I didn't know I wasn't ready I…I am…terrible at that…I..Gomen." He grinned at the reassurances he felt. His arms squeezing tighter before glancing at the door. A shadow could be seen shifting around outside from through the crack at the bottom and he grinned. Apparently Yohji was not as far away as he had said. In fact, if he wasn't so preoccupied with hugging Omi, he would have assumed someone was ease dropping on them.

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Wowie, ok that was the first time I have ever written a sexually Yaoi-like chapter so...Please Review for me!