Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Unselfish Soul ( Chapter 3 )

Note: This chapter has been edited for all sights that don't allow NC-17 material. (if your at Mediaminer.org, this is the unedited version) Be warned this chapter has a rape scene.

Chapter 3

Unselfish Soul

DivineAngel

Yohji swung his arm towards his nightstand with a look to kill. The small black clock that was making noise, that he despised so, silenced under his punch and he glared at it. Why was it going off at 4AM? He growled, his teeth gritting at the damn malfunctioning piece of….oh yeah. He groaned, his green eyes running over the bundle sleeping on his cot as he remembered. He had to get Ken up and out before Aya woke up. He sniffled slightly, reaching for a cigarette as he rubbed some sleep from his eyes. Well that was it, he probably wouldn't be falling back to sleep anytime soon and he despised the fact with irritation. His sigh looking down at the cot only three feet from his bed pushed up against the side of the wall. He could see Omi's closed eyes and honey blonde hair in the growing mourning light. Ken's brown strains slightly visible poking out from under the covers curled around the light smooth skin that was breathing threw its mouth. He smirked as he sat up, sliding off his king sized bed of soft cotton sheets. At least now he could prove he wasn't basking all night in silk bedding like Ken teased. Moron. "Ken." He slurred the name over his cigarette, shaking part of Ken's arm, and waiting as the brown hair slowly moved before a single eye looked up at him with a dull flat expression. "Get up." He stood up from where he was bent over, watching the brown eye just close. A little less then -yeah. Like I would- written all over the relaxed face before the eye shot open and back at him. "…Remembering Ken?" He chuckled a small grin watching the top half of Ken's body prop up on elbows. Brown eyes staring down at Omi who was still sound asleep sprawled in the sheets they both managed to fit in. "Don't wake him Ken. He doesn't need to see you sneaking out." He felt the agreement as Ken just stayed still looking at the closed eyes and relaxed face. "I'll…give him some stuff for his eyes tomorrow-er-in a few hours." He groaned. Oh why couldn't he just die. Why did he have to be up so early!? "Ken." he frowned slightly, Ken still wasn't moving. "Ken?" He watched Omi's fingers twitch as Ken pulled up kneeling around the sleeping figure before slowly standing up and slipping. "Baka." he frowned, grabbing the tanned shoulder that almost fell crashing to the floor. "Hurry up and get out of my room before you start a fire." He chuckled, puffing smoke into the dazed brown eyes that no doubt had a hang over the size of Japan. "Hold and…I'll see if the ice witch is up yet." He heard Ken slur a laugh as he started trudging to the door, slowly opening it and peering out. Ready to go casually strolling to the bathroom as though he were completely innocent if Aya *was* up. He frowned, squinting at the closed bedroom door down the hall, there was no light on and he didn't hear anything. "Coast is clear Ken." He sent a sleepy grin back to the brown hair on his bed that looked up from where it was studying Omi still. Trudging over to him and sloppily smacking his shoulder before stumbling into the hall and clumsily into its room. "Aaa Baka." He sighed shaking his head before shutting his door and turning back around. "Bed. I want you." He groaned letting himself fall face first back into it. "Yes. You love Yohji don't you…understandable. I love you bed." He smiled sleepily, vaguely aware he was crushing his cigarette to death in the ash tray conveniently located on the floor before dozing off.

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Schuldig sighed heavily, his strong hand still running through the faded chocolate brown strands of the boys hair as it curled into him. "Easy Dark Child." His irritated expression staring up at the ceiling as he continued gently petting the soft skin and trembling figure. "Are you done Dark Child?"

"Nnnooooahhaa AHHhhhaahahh." He sighed as a sobbed answer came at him fallowed by more balling. He glanced across the dark gray room to the single desk, laptop, lamp that was always off and small digital clock.

"You have been crying for two hours Dark Child." He frowned, rolling slightly in the twin bed to look at the timid weeping face. "Something ailing you tonight?" He watched the faded chocolate strands shake no. Thin hands pulling at him again, worming further into him. "I am sorry….Dark Child."

"NNOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!." He sighed as the thin chest sat up immediately, beating at his with each -no- it screamed. Faded chocolate strands shaking their head violently before throwing itself on him and hugging. Simply attaching. "I looove yooouu Shhuuuu." He nodded, feeling the thin arms tighten on him. This was his fault...had to be. Nagi was wonderful, thin shameless body of milky skin all over him. Showing him everything with a hunger that had clawed him till blood dripped from his shoulders and waist. A desire so bad it was practically tearing him apart to get what it wanted as he lathered the thin nipples with his lips and gripped the scrawny legs under the knees holding the rocking hips down with his chest. The boy had been moaning and crying-out, clawing at him until finally he finished everything he wanted to do. All the places he wanted to touch and lick and smother. Finally allowed the boy's wanton eyes and body to connect to the bulging erection and desire he slipped from his pants, when the dark child started sobbing. Not afraid, or confused, but absolutely rolling in pure despair and anguish as it clung to him. As though any second he would be ripped away. For the first time in his life, he felt the boy's mind jumping questions about how right it was to be naked next to him. Questioning everything it was doing, the small mind was suffocating and smothering itself with doubts he had never before seen. So the fox held the boy, and whispered sweet nothings into the bawling ear, and pet the boy's thin body with its paws. For two hours. Two straight hours.

"Are you done yet…Dark Child." He sighed as he gently started stroking down the boys back, careful as to not aggravate any injuries. The weeping head on his chest just shook no and he nodded. "Do you want me to get Farfarello for you?" He felt the head shake no again. "Do you want to talk to Farfarello?" He sighed at the sudden nodding as the thin fingers grabbed him tighter. "I have told you before Dark Child….I am not leaving you."

"NO! DOOOoooon't leeeeaveee me Shuuuu."

"I am not." He squeezing the thin figure into him, crushing the bare chest and naked body to him as he lay under the sheets. Dripping relaxing, soothing emotions he was forcing into the small mind. His eyes slowly turning up to the ceiling as he started projecting how tired the boy should be crying like that, and how forcefully he would fight to stay where he was. He felt the thin arms he held start struggling with the projections.

"NO! Your triccckkkiiinnnggg meeeee. Don't go. DON"T GO! Doooon'tt goooo."

"Shhhh." He sighed, projecting more forcefully and slowing down the rate at which the boy could register them. "I am not. Go to sleep now Dark Child. Go to sleep." He sighed as the sobbing suddenly started deteriorating to hiccups and small moans. Thin fingers still clamped to him white knuckled as the boy settled down on the fox's chest and slowly…slowly…fell asleep.

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"AH!" He bolted as his green eyes slowly started opening before the swollen blue ones moved right into his face.

"Gomen! Yohji-kun." His groaned as he rolled over onto his back to escape Omi's curious, now apologetic expression.

"Whaaat are you dooing up." He sighed, a strong hand running over his face hiding the light from his eyes as he felt his bed dip as Omi climbed on. "Bishonen. Let me sleep. I need to sleep. My face will look tired….is this what you want for me?" He sighed as his hand dropped and he could see the light face looking at him from where it sat next to his sprawled form. "Do you wish for the girls to stare and say, look at how Yohji looks today, like a madman who never sleeps."

"Yohji-kun." He glanced at the blue eyes. "Someone unplugged your clock. Gomen..demo I don't know what time it is."

"Aaaa…the little sleep button got jammed in Omittchi, so I can't turn off the alarm when it goes off a second time." The boy didn't bother to ask how it got jammed in, it was probably just pushed to often. "That was my favorite button Omittchi. I *hate* that clock."

"Yohji-kun." His lazy gaze slowly turned back up to the reddened blue eyes that gently touched his shoulder. "I…I don't know what time it is. So…I…I have to…do you know if Aya-kun is awake yet."

"Is the sun up?" The blue eyes nodded at his almost incoherent slur. "Then he's probably up. If the ice witch does not rise, the heat waves will melt him." He grinned, chuckling slowly as his fingers started wandering for his cigarettes. He watched the blue eyes turn to his closed bedroom door, they hadn't even cracked a smile. "Ok Omi." He sighed slowly sitting up, watching Omi back up slightly to offer more room. "Lets go." He started trudging towards the door with his mumble, feeling Omi fallow behind him. His tired green eyes swinging his door open and casually stepping into the hall as the blue eyes quickly fallowed, first darting at Aya's room for a status report. The door was open, the bed was made, no one was inside. Next the blue eyes shot at Ken's room. The door was opened, the bed was a wreck, the floor was scattered with clothes and other things, and no one was inside. "You first Omittchi, and don't use all the hot water with your naughty thoughts." He shoved the thin shoulders into the bathroom, breaking the blue eyes from Ken's room, and he grinned at the -ariga-Yohji-kun!- that snapped at him as he pushed harder and then shut the door. Grinning as he leaned into the wall, searching his pockets for cigarettes before lighting one up as he waiting for only three minutes. His attention and patients dwindling as all Omi did was wash his face, move some stuff around, start the shower…ah, he started downstairs. His green eyes traveling around the empty kitchen as he came strolling in. "Eh!?" He choked at the clock that told him it was well after one. He could hear Ken and Aya working the shop through the closed door in the living room that connected their business from their home. "Omittchi that…" He growled Omi must have been awake forever and not done a thing! He frowned heading back up the stairs and right to the bathroom door. Knocking harder then he would have liked and he heard the nervous -Hai! Nani!?- that snapped from inside as the shower shot off. Omi most likely thought he was Aya. "It's me Omittchi. It's after one." He heard the surprised choke inside the bathroom fallowed by scrambling to get dressed. "Hmp." He grunted humored before frowning as heard Ken calling up for them. "Nani!" He frowned, sighing heavily…it was too early.

"Gomen Yohji-kun! I left plenty of hot water." He jumped slightly as the bathroom door swung open and nervous blue eyes tore out smiling at him. His muttered -hai- barely audible over Omi's rambling that rushed to its room, did some more stuff for maybe thirty seconds and rushed past him down the hall with a different shirt in its mouth doing up its pants.

"Try not to set a record." He grunted lazily strolling into the bathroom. Whatever Ken wanted, it could wait. He grinned into the mirror, his face didn't look nearly as sleep deprived as he imagined. "Ahh peace and quiet." He smiled, inhaling deeply as turned to the shower. A bath sounded good.

"Yohji-kun!" He jumped as the door was banged on lightly. "Aya-kun says come down. Manx is here. We have a mission."

"Kuso." He frowned quickly taking a fast double take of himself in the mirror. Ok, maybe there were a few small lines under his eyes-but he could-yes-yes he could hide those.

"Don't worry Yohji-kun. I already told Manx you were up late last night. She knows your going to look tired."

"Aaaa!" He groaned, grabbing his robe and stomping towards the door. Great.

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"Your late." He shrugged as Aya's eyes snapped at him immediately. Violet stare ignoring his muttered -all beauty takes time- as he strolled down their spiral metal stair case. Sending a wink at Manx, she looked better then usual, and thankfully in the dimmed lighting she wouldn't notice his face.

She smiled slightly before shifting to look at all of them. "Now that Yohji is here, I have this information for you all." He sighed as a blank manila envelope holding only the word Balinese in the corner was handed to him. "It's a simple case." Manx hit the remote and he glanced up at the large screen that started playing. His frown watching the displayed images of a thirty maybe early forties, strong cheek boned, simple short cut brown hair of a man. A scientist, developing a new type of human immunity to some of the most common medications. The shots of a few labs, warehouses and other such places where activity had been occurring were flashed before the screen darkened. "We're not issuing an order to make any attempt on his life. Make sure there is no misunderstanding."

"Should we…" He glanced over at Ken's trail. "Only collect information then? Why bother to show us any of this Manx. Omi can simply get that hacking."

"No." He sighed watching Manx shake her head, shifting slightly to lean into the wall. Hot. "The information from Mr. Junibu's lab is carried with him at all times. Retrieving information on the precise medications he is targeting is extremely important Ken. I am assuming your all participating ne?" He grinned as she glanced over with a small smile. Ah, how those red lips could curl and mock him. He nodded, hearing a few other -Hai's- fallow and Aya nodded as well. "Good. You know what you are to do. I'll be in touch if anything should come up." He grinned as she started his way. She had to go up the stairs to leave, that was the only way out. "Yohji." She smiled, pausing lightly next to him so he could bask in the gentle perfume.

"Manx." Her heels gently clicking all the way up the stairs and across the kitchen floor with the sound of a woman. "MMm sometimes I get up and I know exactly why god has placed me here." He grinned strolling across the room and sinking into the small poor excuse for a couch next to Ken.. "Ken, I can not decide. Blue or Black. Which color does Manx look the best in?"

"Yohji get serious." He grinned at the playful shove pushing him off the tanned shoulder he started leaning into. "Omi can you find out where our targets are?" He glanced over to the quiet blue eyes that had stayed in the darkest corner in order to hide just how swollen those bright orbs were.

"Hai."

"Good Omittchi. Black or Blue?"

"Yohji." He glanced at Aya's small bark and he smiled at the firm stare that turned the lights back up. "We all leave tonight. Everyone must be ready. Omi, you will be with me."

"Nani?" he frowned sitting up, ignoring the small widen in the blue eyes. "What are you blabbering Aya, Omittchi's always with me." He frowned at the firm -Not this time-

"Demo Aya-kun!" He glanced at the honey blonde that stepped forward. "I-I don't know any of your signals. I am better with Yohji-kun!"

"Yeah Aya." He nodded "You always fight with Ken. Omittchi and I have all our codes down to a T, I can read him even in the dark." He gave the violet stare a smile as he fished up a cigarette. He could read the unease in Aya's eyes, trying so hard to hide it. They had no idea what Bombay's signals were, they always fought with Siberian. "It's a bad call. Bad for the mission Aya. Bombay should go with me." He sighed standing up as he finished. He wasn't demanding. He spoke a casual comment, but it was a challenge none the less. He waited, slowly lighting his cigarette, waiting for the rebuttal and glancing up as none came. Was Aya going to let him have this one too? "Do you agree Aya?" The violet eyes leaned off the wall and started upstairs. His green gaze fallowing before glancing over at Omi who was watching Aya leave unsure who it was teamed with. "Your still with me Omittchi. Ken your with Aya."

"I know what your thinking Yohji." Ken gave him a frown standing up and ignoring his bored slump. "Omi and I will not interfere with our missions. Weiss's personal lives never interfere with our missions. You don't have to stick up for me."

"Or me Yohji-kun." He frowned slightly as Omi stepped forward nodding to back up Ken's words.

"Kuso. Your two are crazy." He could feel Ken's eyes on his back as he started up the stairs irritated. Ungrateful bishounen, sticking up to Aya wasn't easy. That was some thank you for having to deal with such glares. Next time Ken could do the battling. He frowned as he reached the kitchen, he knew he was lying to himself. Next time, he would battle for them again anyway.

"Omi." Ken turned around, and the blue eyes turned to him immediately. "I meant what I said. During our missions…I am Siberian."

"Hai Ken-kun." He tried not to stare as Omi looked straight at him. The blue eyes that were normally filled with energy were plagued by a rough red color that puffed the skin around them and made thin lines underneath them. "I understand…I am Bombay." He smiled at the small nod. "I won't mess up our mission or jeopardize Weiss Ken-kun."

"Good." He smiled, watching Omi's face brighten. "Stay with Yohji then. If you need me, you know where I am." He gave the tired blue eyes a stronger grin, watching them smile back at him before jumping at the -Omi!- that was barked down the stairs.

"Nani!? Aya-kun!?" He glanced up the stairs as Omi took a few steps past him answering. Glancing back at him for only a moment before muttering a "hai" at the harsh -Come upstairs now- that was barked down and he frowned. Immediately following Omi, making the blue eyes nervous, and they gave him a look asking him to bug off so he wouldn't annoy Aya more but he ignored it. He wasn't going to let Aya bully him into a corner, as soon as he got all this figured out, he'd start making a stand. Aya gave him a glare as he walked into the kitchen directly behind the blue eyes that stopped a little unsure what to do. While figuring they were only called upstairs because they were alone with Ken.

The violet eyes turned to the light face with a frown. "You look terrible. Fix your face." Omi's eyes shot to the floor as Aya walked by the thin boy. "Fix it by tonight or hide it." He ran a hand onto Omi's shoulder as he heard the small -Hai- that nodded and shifted slightly so his hand would slip away.

"I have some stuff for your eyes Omittchi." Yohji sent them both a smile, fiddling with a bundle of flowers in the doorway before sitting them down and starting upstairs. Omi gave him a tense look before fallowing Yohji and he turned to Aya. Violet eyes just watching him, as though waiting to see what he'd do.

"When I figure out what's going on here Aya." He frowned, watching the firm expression just continue to glare at him. "Then I will tell you what I am doing with Omi, and we'll do what we want without bothering Weiss." Oh my god was he insane? He waited for the shi-ne glare that should have come but…did Aya smile? He frowned harder, his words mad and annoyed the way he felt. Furious with the tense looks and swollen fashion of Omi's eyes but Aya was…smiling at him for…arguing? He froze, silent. The rest of his argument slipping from his mind as he watched the violet eyes just look at him, they were silently testing him. Playing with him on purpose! Making it hard and awkward on purpose to see what'd he do! His eyes widened as he suddenly figured this out, but the frown he wore never disappeared. "Just because I was drunk….does not mean I was lying." He didn't sneer his last comment, he spoke it. Slowly nodding it out before turning around and heading up the stairs. Leaving the violet eyes on his back to glare at him until he disappeared, and then…they smiled…a little brighter…ever so slightly.

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"Hold still Omittchi." He frowned as a thin hand shoved him slightly. "Hold still."

"Yohji-kun, demo.." He grabbed the thin hand that kept shoving at his chest and pushed it away. "Yohji-kun."

"Hold still baka." He grinned, leaning over the thin chest that lay on his bed as he brought the small eye dropper back over the swollen blue eye. Gently placing his thumb under the thin eyebrow and pulling the skin upward. "Hold still." He flashed a soft frown when Omi wiggled before grunting as the movement stopped with it. "Look up baka." the blue eyes rolled upward under him as he smiled and he squeezed a few drops in quickly.

"Huu" Omi pulled away immediately. A thin hand snapping over the eye that started blinking the medication in.

"When it stings you know it works." He gave the unsure expression questioning him about the pain a grin. "Now lie back and let me do the other one." Smiling as the honey blonde strands of hair laid back into his pillows and scattered out slightly. His green eyes smiling at the soft skin and blue eyes that were looking at him. Waiting for him to gently lay a hand on its thin forehead and pull skin back with his thumb again. "Bishounen." He smiled, running his hand up the soft cheek and gently to the forehead before glancing up at the movement in his doorway. Ken's strong form wearing the same basic jeans and light blue shirt as always just watching them with a gentle smile.

"If you were not such a good friend Yohji..." He grinned at the playful expression that came at him as Ken started inward, and he felt Omi move. His face falling disappointed as he looked down to Omi who had completely lit up seeing Ken. Blue eyes smiling at the brown hair that crawled onto the bed and over to it immediately. Rnning a hand over the thin forehead as his pulled away. "..then I would be jealous." The brown eyes sent him a small grunt before looking back down at the gentle expression. "Your face does not look terrible Omi."

"Ken-kun." The blue eyes smiled brighter, reaching up to the tanned skin and gently touching it before tensing. "Where's Aya-kun?" Moving to sit up slightly before stopping as Ken didn't shift, but kept leaning into the thin shoulder pressing it down.

"Downstairs. I was talking to him. I think…I don't know Omi. For now, I am going to ignore Aya."

"Ignore!? Aya-kun!?" The blue eyes widened as though this were absurd. "Demo Ken-kun!" A tanned hand ran over the astonished mouth, silencing it gently.

"Just…ignore him." Ken sat up giving them both a grin and Omi got up immediately. Blue eyes glancing at him as though for an opinion before snapping a fast double take at his face. He couldn't help but, feel bad watching them. Omi, still so young, wonderfully pure to him. Apparently to Ken to, the way the blue eyes lit up when Ken walked in the room. It was, a haunting emotion for him, because, every ounce of it was directed at Ken. The warmth that he saw inside the boy, he hadn't come close to feeling since Asuka, and now any change of getting slightly closer to it meant trespassing on Ken's territory.

"Are you ok Yohji-kun?"

He sighed as one of Omi's gentle hands gripped the side of his arm lightly. "I need a cigarette bishounen." He watched the blue eyes frown at the answer.

"Those are terrible for you Yohji-kun. I wish you would quit." He grinned at the frown as Ken started talking again. How the little weasel had managed to come up here and make Aya stay downstairs, or at least stay quiet was beyond him. His green eyes watching the two boy's talking on his bed, and a radiant glow seemed to come from each of them now that they were together. Like flowers turning up to the sun in each others presence.

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"Balinese. Your smoking. Put that cigarette out. Your breathing into the mike I can't hear you."

"Kuso." He frowned, glaring at the small black radio that connected all four of them. He had absolutely no intension of putting his cigarette out, even while Aya continued to ramble. "No." He sighed, blowing his smoke all over the little black square with a grin at it muttered a -Take it. I am not talking to him anymore- Before Ken's voice spoke a -Yohji?- with a frown. "Hi KenKen." He smiled taking a gentle puff before glancing up at Omi. The boy was crouched into the brush like he was, both of them wearing their assassin gear and even in the dark he could see the light skin of the boy's legs in the grass waving at him to come. "Hold on Siberian, I have another call." He sighed sliding the small box into his pocket as he crawled forward. Omi stopped waving, waiting for him to crawl up to it and he watched the boy's hands peitter out their own version of, if you had to call it anything, sign language. His green eyes snapped at the trees immediately. "Schwarz?"

"Hai." The soft hair next to him nodded, and he could smell the fruity shampoo the boy used. "Schwarz is definitely there Yohji-kun. I have been watching them for a few minutes. They don't know we're here Yohji-kun." He grinned at the sneaky grin Omi gave while stating the last part and he smiled too.

"I'll tell Siberian and Abyssinian." He chuckled pulling the small box from his pocket as he watched Omi crouch into the ground more. Shifting onto all fours before spreading out propped up on only elbows aiming the crossbow up at the trees where Schwarz was hiding. Damnt, look away! He snapped at himself as he started watching the boy. He looked down at the red sneakers moving around by his legs as the thin skin pushed itself forward more from where it lay in the grass and part of the little bush with the prickles they had stomped to death immediately. "Siberian?" He grinned pressing the small button as he brought the intercom back to his lips. "Schwarz is here. Bombay's watching them." He blew some smoke at the box, listening to the -Schwarz- repeat back to him before a warning to be careful and information both Siberian and Abyssinian were going to work around the warehouse to the side entrance and see if they could fit in. "Yeah." he sighed clicking out and glancing back up. Omi still hadn't moved, the boy was perfectly still just watching the enemy for signs of danger.

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{Leave them alone Farfelllo.}

{But Wee Naoe. I can smell them}

{Farfarello, Crawford said to get back here right now.} The boy frowned feeling the Irishman get annoyed with the directions. {Schuldig is getting annoyed too}

{Can't I just, cut them a little? Not deep Wee Naoe. Not deep at all} The boy sighed heavily, closing his eyes and opening his mind so he could see through the one yellow eye and maybe he could let the Irishman have a little fun. If it was just Abyssinian it probably wouldn't hurt to let Farfarello cut him just a little. Weiss would be fine. The boy frowned slightly as the view from a tree came to him. A pale icy hand gently holding onto the bark of the branch it was crouched on. Underneath Balinese sat leaning into the same tree with Bombay laying in the grass aiming the crossbow. The blackened eyes opened, glancing at the Fox that was next to the boy, and the Fox turned to him immediately. Already registering the information and thought before the boy could form it with its thin lips. The Fox's green eyes leaned around the thin head of faded chocolate hair and squint slightly. Straining to see some thirty feet away and fifteen feet down.

"Stupid Weiss." The fox grunted, making out the tip of a crossbow ever so steadily hiding in a bush aiming at them. "Balinese and Bombay?"

"Hai." The boy nodded frowning as it mentally repeated to the frowning single gold eye to come back and leave them alone. "That means Weiss is here. They don't think we know about them."

"Ahh…than where are Siberian and Abysinian Dark Child." The fox gave him a sly smile, leaning back into the tree as his expressionless dark eyes just turned back to the warehouse. The man had not shown up yet. Mr. Junibu's was late and it seemed everyone was waiting for him. "What do you smell Dark Child?" The fox chuckled slightly as it spoke, remaining still as the boy leaned back into its strong chest.

"Blood." Behind the soft strands of hair the Fox nodded. "Bombay is watching us." The fox grinned. Humorous Weiss. "Shu?"

"You want to give him something to look at?….You wicket child. Dark, Dark Child." The boy smiled, leaning off the strong chest and sliding forward slightly before turning around. The light from the warehouse's outdoor lights surely made his silhouette easy to for Bombay to see when he sat up like this. "You know he can see you." The fox was starting to laugh now, both aroused and amused by this. "Scheibe Dark Child. You are wicked." The blackened orbs grinned at him, flickering in the small specks of light like Oil.

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He frowned as Omi twitched slightly, a red sneaker moving and bumping him ever so gently. "Nani?" He whispered up to the aiming body that was focusing. "What is it Omi?"

"They're moving." He sat up more, squinting to see but it was difficult with his glasses and…he'd probably loose them if he took them off.

"What are they doing?" He whispered his frown, sliding forward a little so he could hear Omi's whispers easier.

"I don't know Yohji-kun." He glanced down as the right red sneaker twitched again before the right leg of smooth skin moved a few inches from the left. "I can't tell."

"Do they know we're here?"

"No. I don't think so." He sighed relieved, a fight would not be much fun. This was supposed to be an easy mission to. Stake out, then Siberian and Abyssinian sneak in, Siberian steals the info, he backs up with Bombay outside, then they leave. "No they don't." He frowned at the tone of the whisper, it was breathing pretty heavily.

"O-Bombay?" He frowned, getting up and crawling over slightly, but before he got there Omi pulled back. Sitting up crossbow being left in the bush as the thin legs pulled up to the light chest, blue eyes looking at him. "Want me to watch for a while?" He frowned at the -H-hai- that huffed at him. "Bombay? You don't look so good." He frowned at the light face that was beginning to flush slightly but a thin hand shoved him towards the bush as the honey blonde strands shook no dismissing the idea. "Ok Bombay demo…" He sighed, rolling onto his stomach and gently crawling forward so he could just make out some movement and silhouettes in the tree.

Blue eyes watching him from behind, hugging its thin legs tighter with the feeling of hands on its skin. Frowning into the grass as it felt itself heating up inside it's pants for No Good Reason! Focus Omi, focus, his head whispered to him, frowning at him for being so ridiculous. AH! But he could feel it anyway, no matter how hard he pulled at his legs, he could feel the heat streaming into his face, the tickles on his neck, the mouth on his ear. AH! It was making him crazy!

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"No Sit back up so they can see you Dark Child." The blacked eyes smiled from where they shifted panting on the thin branch. A wicked grin slowly leaning back up to sit taunting him as it ran its thin hands over its bare chest and to it's nipples while locking its eyes on him. The fox jerked slightly, quickly reaching out and cupping the side of the boy's face in it's hand with a hunger to hold some of the thin skin. A blackened eye twitching as the fox's sly paw ran back between it's legs where it wanted it. Hungry green eyes locking inside the oil as it leaned forward and ran its tongue onto the thin lips that were panting. Small hips around the fox's paw rocking slightly as the boy opened his mouth and let the fox in.

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"Mr Junibu the area may not be secure. Please let me just call in to the warehouse security and make sure." The driver called back to the scientist he drove. Pulling out a phone as the man nodded. Eyes still closed enjoying the ride before glancing at the two men to his right. He was personally starting to have his doubts about his newest body guards. The one wore a basic but inexpensive gray suit, and the brother looked like he had tried to get one basically the same color, but it was more of a basic, inexpensive blue-gray. Both of them looked…rather rushed to say the least.

"Shouldn't you get out and…patrol the area?" The man cracked an eye at them with a sour expression. Watching the older one nod immediately. Opening the door and leaving as the younger fallowed with a small apology. "Idiots."

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"Bombay….are you sure that's…Are you sure-Ah!"

"Hi Balinese." He choked with relief as Ken's grinning face toppled onto him slightly. He was just laying there minding his own business. Staking out his enemy. Struggling to understand what all the movement in the tree was before Ken apparently tripped over part of him, and landed on the rest of him.

"Get off me Siberian. Your wrinkling my outfit." He watched the brown eyes continue to grin as they pulled back before shoving him slightly as he sat up. "Balinese, Bombay. Abyssinian and I were starting to get worried about you. Why haven't you been answering out calls?"

"Nani?" He frowned pulling the small black intercom out of his pocket and glancing at it. "Kuso, I accidentally turned it off."

"Balinese." Ken gave him a look. Watching him grin as he flicked it back on and slid it into his pocket before turning back towards the tree. "We're going to pull out if nothing happens in-" He felt a soft gloved hand on his neck and his train of thought stumbled slightly. "..-if nothing happens in ten minutes. If nothings happened by them it's a bluff." He frowned, turning towards Omi's blue eyes who were practically on top of him by this time. Just staring at him, breathing onto his face as the hand slid up slightly into his hair. "Bombay?" He frowned at the reddened flushed color of the boy's cheeks. Omi looked feverish. He jumped as a second hand slid onto his chest and the blue eyes looked down to it. Fallowing their fingers around with their gaze before looking back up at him. The honey blonde strands leaning slightly closer, so he could feel the breath all over his lips and cheek. So he could smell Omi's shampoo and deodorant. The boy was practically begging him to do Something! Anythign AH! It didn't care just as long as someone DID SOMETHING!

"Ken-kun." He sucked in the scent, frowning slightly as Omi broke protocol and called him by his name. Then again, Yohji did that all the time when he got lazy. "Ken-kun." He dove at the thin lips sitting so close to him. Practically brushing against his as they spoke and he loved it. Loved the soft feeling of Omi's lips under his as he ran his hands into the soft honey blonde strands that covered the younger head he pressed into. Feeling Omi slip back to his butt slightly from where the boy was crouched as he gently slid his tongue into the warm mouth waiting for him. His fingers digging at the inside of his gloves as they slid around under Omi's open jacket and against the tighter shirt the boy wore with a hunger. Omi was crazy, he could feel the chest arching at him, thin legs on either side of where he sat as the fingers on his chest tugged at his shirt as though any second they would start trying to take it off. Thin lips pressing into his pressing harder and harder. Trying to get closer to him from where it sat, and he could feel the heat radiating off the thin form. To him it was immense, it felt wonderful. It felt like Omi was fire in his hands.

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"I think that's Schuldig in the tree." Yohji green eyes were still squinting, trying hard to see what the blob was. It would make sense if there were two people there with all the weird movement's he could make out. "Bombay? Siberian?" Yohji's green eyes turned around before slumping to a baffled "Kuso!" whispered swear at his view. His baffled face staring at the back of Ken's jacket being tugged at by Omi's thing fingers, red sneakers on either side of the tight jeans constantly moving and twitching with stimulation. He growled, reaching out to rip Ken back before hesitating. They weren't *really* doing much right now. Schwarz didn't seem to be doing anything so…and this wasn't *really* jeopardizing the mission so long as Aya didn't see and try to murder all of them. "Siberian." He reached out and tugged at the tanned shoulder. Hearing Omi's fast -Huuuu!- sucking in air with a light sound as Ken turned around. Gloved hand wiping its mouth trying to compose itself. "Our mission is boring." He threw the wide brown eyes licking their lips a grin. "Be careful. Stay with Bombay but don't take anything off you can get up and run without." He sent another small wink as he got up slightly, crawling over the small second prickle bush they did *not* beat to death to the small panted -Ken-kun-ken-kun-keeeen- from behind him. His green eyes frowning heavily as he pulled the small black box from his pocket and opened it. Their map was ridiculous in comparison to their usual scattering and planning. It showed three clustered dots for each of them, and one far way. "Poor Aya." He sighed a grin at the -Ahhkeeeenkuuuunn- before grunting as he sat the box in the grass in front of him and stared back up at the tree. Schwarz was so boring like this.

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"Omi-this is-"

"Oh. Don't stop Ken-kun, I don't care. I don't caaare. Aya-kun can kill me. You feel good to me!" Omi's fists came down into the lawn with desperation not to let Ken stop doing anything. Thin fingers tugging on the grass, biting their bottom lip to stay quiet as Ken put up a weak fight and had already stopped arguing. "Ahmm." He squeaked lightly as Ken's now bare hand ran over his thigh and in-between his legs rubbing his erection through his shorts. One glove had been removed and Ken had shoved it into his shirt in case he had to run. "UUgh." He arched his back as one of Ken's rough warm hands ran further up the bottom of his thigh as he looked down. All he could see what the top of the brown hair as Ken's mouth kept sucking on his skin. Pulling his right leg out farther and working up the inside of his thigh with its mouth. His shorts were starting to bunch up now as Ken started eating at where his leg connected with his body. It felt so good. All of it felt so good. Omi felt like there were a million hands on him. He could feel Ken nipping at him, sucking on him, rubbing the aching erection in his short, but there were more hands. On his shoulders, in his hair, hugging him, caressing his back. Somehow Ken was a master man with everything! And he didn't ever have a moment to think about how inexperienced and clumsy he was, with how good Ken seemed to be before the sensation started moving again. The tight grip on his thigh disappearing as Ken climbed up him in a second. The heavy pressure of Ken's body weight pressing him into the dirt and grass as Ken's chest laid on his, brown eyes over him.

"Oh Omi. Feel this. Feel it." Ken's hands were back on his legs, cupping under his knees and drawing them up to his chest as his breath started picking up more. He was panting for air like he had been running laps, his hips rocking up as Ken lifted one of his legs and gently laid it on the tanned shoulder and jacket. "This is what I want to do Omi." He jumped as Ken's hips bucked forward slightly, and he could feel the erection inside Ken's pants press up against his ass. He wiggled immediately, pulling away and clamping the muscles in his thighs and abs. Ken felt it, but the brown eyes stayed locked on his and they knew he wasn't afraid. The stimulation was just to much for him to think straight. He couldn't possibly be afraid feeling so good! The reaction had been instinctive, trying to get away from a foreign feeling somewhere private and Ken yanked him back down. His blue eyes jumping ,widening at the fast jerk as Ken's face leaned over his. Panting down on him as the heat moved back forward, and gently ran against his ass. "Mmmmmm." Ken grinned at him, a gloved hand running up the side of his face and brushing his hair back slightly as the brown eyes fixed on him.

"Ken-kun." He panted the name out fast feeling Ken start rocking on him slightly. The bulge pressing into him more as Ken's steady hand gripped his one hip. Holding him still as he started pressing his hips grinding with Ken's. His hair rocking into the dirt, his clothes rocking into the brush and wild growth with Ken's strength before they both froze. Ken's eyes widened over him, looking straight at him as he grabbed the tanned shoulders with the rustling of leaves so close to them. Their eyes snapping up at the second rustle. Wide eyed, frozen bodies staring at the slight rustle from the tree right next to them before he freaked squirming under Ken. Wiggling under him tighter as Ken tensed at the golden eye that dropped from the tree and stood looking at them. Farfarello's white hair and pale icy form standing still just staring. Before sniffling slightly and running a white finger under the defined nose. "Ken-kun." He whispered afraid. Where was his crossbow!? All of his muscles clamped and stiffened as he kept his gaze looked on Farfarello with Ken. He didn't have one weapon on him! And my god! What a position they were in!

"….Wee Naoe says I can' t play." They jumped as the man suddenly spoke, before slowly turning and walking off into the trees. Their wide eyes watching until it was hard to make out the white color of the man's skin before bolting up.

"Omi." Ken ripped himself off panting heavily as Omi sat up shaking. "That's it Omi." Ken was shaking no at him as he nodded. His eyes still staring into the darkness around them. Scanning for more Scwartz members as Ken started adjusting his jeans and puling the glove out from inside his shirt. "Come on. We've got to find You-Balinese. Abyssinian is going to think we're all dead."

"Hai" He choked a whisper, smoothing his shirt out and pulling some grass from the leg holes of his shorts before glancing up at Ken who was waiting for him. "Nani." his eyes snapped away with a light blush, his face was still flushed but it would fade. "Mm." He tightened as he felt a soft kiss on his cheek. His eyes moving to run nose to nose with Ken who was smiling at him. Brown hair quickly standing up and grabbing his hands, pulling him up to.

"Come on. We've got to find Balinese and Abyssinian. Stay focused."

He nodded "Hai"

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"Yohji-kun"

"Balinese. Farfarello's here."

The green eyes turned to them smirking at their reddened faces. "Having fun? Careless Bishounenshah." He grinned pulling a long piece of grass and dirt from Omi's soft honey blonde hair. "Bombay, your getting dirty outside."

"Balinese." Ken shoved him slightly as the blue eyes turned away blushing. "Farfarello is here. What is Schwarz doing?"

"How should I know KenKen. I have been watching…" He trailed as he glanced at the empty tree before glancing back at Ken. Brown eyes waiting to hear what he was doing. "I *was* watching them."

"They know we're here now. Farfarello saw us Balinese." He nodded as Omi crawled forward watching their backs as they spoke. "I think we better go find Abyssinian."

"Hai." Omi nodded immediately. "Weiss should regroup. We need to finish out mission." He nodded immediately and Ken was nodding too. "Abyssinian should be on the other side of the warehouse ne?"

"Hai. Let's go." He sighed, dragging himself back to his knees and crawling back into the bushes more before standing up. This was always the crappiest part of their missions.

"This is the part I despise the most." He sighed, Bombay and Siberian ignoring him as they moved some sticks so they wouldn't make noise. "I don't appreciate crawling around in the dirt." He sent a grin at the blue eyes that looked up with a slight blush to see if he was teasing it. "Omittchi, watch yourself." He watched the thin boy stop immediately, before fallowing his gaze to the small round black circle laying on the ground. "Schwarz is bugging our forest." He grinned watching the red sneaker slowly step over it before continuing through the -ever so much fun wilderness-. Why did Aya have to linger so far away. Doesn't he know what a pain in the neck that is!? "Stop." He grabbed the two boys in front of him. Feeling them jerk immediately, turning back to him and following his gaze to the two men walking around the outside of the warehouse. "Maybe this wasn't a joke after all." He grinned, slowly uncovering his watch as Omi pulled out a few darts.

"They look like…body guards. Mr. Junibu must be here by now." Omi nodded at them. Pulling the small black intercom form his pocket as Ken started adjusting the gloves. "Abyssinian. There are body guards coming around the right side of the building. Two of them, they don't look very professional." He grinned at Bombay's observation and frown.

"Let's just ignore them." he nodded at Ken's harsh whisper that started nudging him, impatient to get out and get the info. "Come on. Who cares what they do as long as they don't bother us ne?" He nodded. "Good. Bombay, can you get in that tree over there?" He watched Omi nod, blue eyes staring at the tree. "Good Balinese and I will go around to where Abyssinian is and you cover us. Only give yourself away if you absolutely have to." He watched Omi nod as Ken started forward already.

"Ah always so peppy Siberian." He grinned sneaking along behind the loose dark brown jacket and orange pull over. "What were you doing to Bombay?" He grinned as Ken tightened slightly but continued moving without answering him. "I could hear him purring like a kitten." He chuckled at the -Yohji- that was whispered at him with a small -shut up- look that snapped back from the brown eyes. "Ok, I surrender." He sighed heavily though his grin, wishing it wasn't so dark so he could have a cigarette, but the lighter could most defiantly give them away so…He dropped to a crouch along side Ken as they waved over at Aya. Red hair quietly stalking the thin Schwarz boy who was lingering outside the warehouse side door. "Kuso, do you think Schwarz is already inside?" He felt Ken shrug before making signals that Aya seemed to understand. They looked sort of like the ones he had with Bombay, but his and Omi's were definitely cooler. "Nani?"

"I am going to sneak in with Abyssinian. Watch my back Balinese." Ken gave him a thumbs up as he sat back slightly, nodding. Loose dark brown jacket leaning forward before sprinting across the small separation in the bushes and diving over to Aya without a sound. "Flexible little shit." He frowned, pulling out a small piece of wire as the thin boy and school uniform started strolling in his direction. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ken and Aya shoot through the door and he grinned. "Both of them, flexible bakas." He jumped as the boy's eyes shot in his direction immediately, glaring over as if it heard him. Shit, he'd have to be quieter, he sunk further into the brush, watching the boy continue to stand glaring over at him before quickly turning around as Farfelllo started strolling around the building.

"I can not find Abyssinian Wee Naoe. I am so bored. Why do you force me to come if you do not let me do anything I want What is the difference if I cut Abyssinian, or Siberian or Bombay or..." He heard the boy mutter something before it just stood quiet staring at the single golden eye. "Why not? I wouldn't have cut them deep Wee Naoe. I like Bombay and Siberian, it is worthless to sent tainted goods to god. I would have only played a little bit."

"No. Crawford said you have to stay here with me." He frowned as he watched the tall pale man step up to the child and run a hand over the soft cheek on the boys face. So help him if they started getting weird and he had to stay and watch. He frowned, glancing back at the side door and frowning as he caught Omi sprint across a small exposed area before diving into some brush. That Baka. "Farfarello." He glanced up, Shit! Nagi was just glaring in that direction.

"What is it Wee Neao?" The Irish man moved forward slightly, the warehouse lights casting the pale icy shadow over where he was hiding as he watched the single golden eye look around as the boy stood still. "If it is Abyssinian can I…"

"No. It's not." the boy took a small step forward before stumbling back a few. Nagi's blackened orbs snapping around suddenly with uneasy tension searching for Schuldig with its mind for reassurance. He moved slightly, knowing Omi probably knew where he was and was trying to get to him. His green eyes sitting perfectly silent, scanning the green for any shred of blue eyes that would be trying to find him. Yes. He caught Omi's light face suddenly, moving closer to him at a steady pace and stopping immediately as it made contact. Watching his fingers immediately start sending small warning signals over and Omi sunk closer to the ground immediately. Practically laying down without a sound or movement. His green eyes glancing back over and jumping as both Farfarellow and Nagi had disappeared.

"Kuso." He frowned, his eyes wildly searching around him and along the side of the warehouse. Did they go in? KUSO! He should have been paying more attention. Having all of Schwarz inside the building put Ken and Aya in danger and would jeopardize the mission. He growled, sitting up slightly and waving at Omi to come. He watched the blue eyes glance around motionless, hesitant to move after his warnings and he waved harder. Watching the thin boy scurry up and start sprinting towards him. Kicking up little puffs of dirt before gently spraying him with some as it slid into the bush next to him. "Farfarello and Nagi were here, I lost them." He frowned watching the blue eyes snap around.

"Did they go inside?"

"I don't know. Aya and Ken are already inside. I completely lost track of Schwarz." He growled his goof up, watching Omi nod as the boy shifted forward slightly, trying to see around him to watch his back. "I think we should get closer. If they went inside that would mean Siberian and Abyssinian are going to run into them."

"The blueprints said the building was storing stuff Balinese. It's packed, they may be able to sneak out." He frowned, and he watched Omi's mouth open slightly. "Well…maybe we could move up some."

"Good. Once Siberian hits trouble we'll hear him." He gave the blue eyes a grin as they glanced toward the building concerned with the thought of Ken in trouble. "Bombay." He frowned at the tense face that snapped at his frown. "You do not leave me side without my order." He watched the thin mouth dip open again. "No. You stay by my side. If Siberian hits trouble Abyssinian will take care of it. We're only to back them up." He nodded firmly watching the thin mouth close but he wasn't getting any confirmation. "Are you jeopardizing our mission Bombay?"

"No." Omi shook his head immediately. "Gomen Balinese, I understand my order." He nodded, gently laying a hand onto the thin shoulder to reassure it before slinking forward into the brush. Thin fingers crawling after him gently bumping into his ankles by mistake every few seconds. He froze as he caught sight of the thin Schwarz boy suddenly stalking out the door and stopping with wide eyes that started searching the brush where they were. "Shh." He sunk to the ground and he felt Omi roll to his side and start sliding up next to him. The hard metal of the thin crossbow poking him gently as it was ever so carefully -clicked- into place and aimed forward. "Kuso." He frowned, barely muttering his curse as Nagi's eyes snapped in their direction with the click immediately.

"Bombay?" He felt Omi jolt as the boy spoke looking over at them. Wide blue eyes snapping at him and shaking no confused. "I know your there." He shrunk down, laying into the dirt with the blue eyes that closed, mouthing a -gomen- at him. It had given them away somehow. Somehow Nagi had been able to see them. "Stay away Bombay." The boy's soft words had barely fluttered from the thin lips before the explosion shot into the air with a deafening blast that made them both jump. He jumped up, ripping the wire from his wrist before stopping. Nagi had spun around and was staring at the part of the warehouse that was ripping up in flames.

"Balinese!" Nagi spun back around at them as Omi shot up choking his name out a little to loud and the blue eyes widened with the fire.

"Stand your position Bombay." He frowned, whispering under his breath as he felt Omi jerk to move forward before stopping with his order. The blackened eyes of the Schwarz child staring at them, sparking like shimmering oil in the orange glow of the flames. He choked as the white hair and grinning gold eye immediately rushed out the warehouse side door and stopped. Grinning as it walked up behind the boy and laid a hand on its shoulder. His baffled green eyes frowning as he saw the fire slowly dying. The orange glow of the flames vanishing to nothing before disappearing completely. The sly grinning eyes of the fox appearing in the blackened warehouse door grinning at them. Predictable Weiss, they were easy to find when fooled so easily. {Better Dark Child? Now you know where they are…you don't need to worry} The fox smiled at the boy's back as it felt the relief of the dark eyes studying Bombay before he frowned. {What?}

"Farfarello." The fox smiled as it spoke. "Abyssinian and Siberian are inside the building." He choked a small noise, his green eyes snapping Omi a hard look. He sure as hell knew better then to think about the mission in front of the telepath.

"Bombay what are you doing." He grabbed the thin shoulder next to him, watching the blue eyes widen as they realized their mistake. They hadn't noticed, the first thought that had flung threw the thin boy was worry that Ken or Aya would be stuck in the fire. More worry for Ken then Aya but it was the general concern that the telepath registered immediately. "Omi look at me." He growled spinning the blue eyes at him as they stared at the blacked door after Schwarz disappeared into it. "We have to fight! Your giving away the mission! Don't think about Ken!"

"HAi!" He growled shaking the thin figure in his arms before dropping the shoulders and rushing towards the door. Hearing Omi frantically rush after him, ripping the crossbow up as he disappeared into the blackened door seconds before the honey blonde strands would rushed through it.

"Ah!" Choking as they ripped their crossbow up at the thin Schwarz boy that jumped into it's path. Thin palms raised to stop him. "Balinese! Yohji-kun!"

"Bombay. Don't come inside." Nagi still hadn't moved and he could feel his heart slamming in his chest. Yohji couldn't hear him and his eyes snapped around. The place was pitch back and littered with plastic covered equipment tables and mounds of things covered with dusty white tarps. All of it lined into aisles inside the huge building, like a silent dormant museum of winding corridors and high ceilings that were still echoing his cry. "Don't come Bombay." He jumped at the sudden cry that echoed up to the ceiling, first a foreign one he didn't recognize, then Aya, then Ken.

"Ken-kun!" He shot forward but Nagi moved in front of him. The boy still wasn't trying to hurt him, or using any powers to touch him but… He ripped his crossbow up again, aiming it at the expressionless face. "MOVE ASIDE!" He screamed, frantic as he heard a few more cries and stuff inside the building was obviously being destroyed in a fight. "MOVE ASSSIIIDDDEE!" He watched the expressionless face swallow slightly his body clamping. Squeezing where he stood and he tried to pull the trigger but he couldn't. Nagi's thin form walking up to him, directly in his face as he gasped his breathing in shaky in and exhales.

"Don't go inside Bombay. I can not help you if you go inside. I don't understand what the problem is." He shook his head wildly, his finger jerking again and again but the trigger wouldn't go down. He couldn't force himself to shoot over Nagi's powers. He jumped at a large scream and cry from more people he didn't register as being significant to him but Nagi spun around. Wide darkened eyes staring into the pitch black at the telepaths cry. Breaking concentration and the powers dropped away from him. "Ah!" He pulled the trigger, watching the thin boy snap forward as his bow ripped through its shoulder with the point blank attack. "AHHH!"

"AHHHH!" He felt a burst of wild pain explode in his own shoulder as Nagi dropped to the ground. His crossbow falling to his feet as he grabbed his unharmed skin. Whirling around to see who shot him and blinking at the empty door behind him that displayed only the green bushes and trees gently blowing in the wind outside. "Ah." He spun back around, fumbling to pick up his crossbow and ripping it back up with an efficient snap that reloaded it.

"Ahmmm." He glanced down at Nagi who moaned slightly. Thin fragile figure sitting on the ground, gently holding the arrow in its shoulder as blood trickled down it's arm. Blacked orbs slowly looking up at him and he tensed. Running before those eyes had a chance to lock on him, before the boy could use its power to throw him and hurt him. "Nooo BOOOMBBAAAAYYY!" He ran faster at the cry behind him. "NOOOOOAHHHH!" Glass and test tubes exploding around him as he dropped to the ground shielding his face. Shaking with the vibration that was rattling all the tables and windows as he scrambled up to escape the shards of glass on the floor and Prodigy's fury. His eyes frantically trying to adjust to the dark, but it was useless he could only manage to see a foot in front of his crossbow and he stumbled, tripping over a plastic covered mound and tripping to the floor. His sneakers dragging shards of glass as they kicked to get back up and started running.

"Ahhmm." He gasped as he collided with a low table that slammed into the top of his thigh and knocked him back. The high ceiling of beams and a few dusty sky lights blurring into view as he fell back into the concrete dazed. The sound of his crossbow clattering to the cement aside his ear echoing and ringing in them as he blinked.

"Brat." He blinked at the sound to his right and…upstairs maybe? Higher then him. "Give us the disk back. Give it here." He heard a gun cock and he shifted slightly, coughing as he curled his fingers and moved his legs. The sounds of a struggle echoing down from upstairs and maybe ten feet ahead a table feel over and he could hear Yohji's cursing and German muttering. Schwarz was everywhere to him, and yet, no one was anywhere. He sat up slowly, pulling his legs to his chest and rolling to fall on his knee as he pulled his crossbow back to his side. Darts slipping into his fingers as he grabbed a sheeted something to his left to help pull himself up.

"YYAAMMMEEETEEE!" His blue eyes jumped to the railing above him he could barely make out with the loud scream.

"KEN-KUN!" He screamed back, stumbling up and running smack into another table. The ceiling and dusty skylights smearing back into view as he kicked widely. Not sure if a person had shoved him, something had hit him, or he ran blindly into another low something. His sneakers kicking into the leg of a table and knocking the glass contents off the top to fall around the glass shards that were un-lodging from his shoes as he flailed. The palms of his hands ripping to the concrete and shoving himself up. Firing another arrow into the first tall thing in front of him before rushing past the plastic sheeted bundle he just murdered. "KEN-Kun!" He screamed at the gagging choke he could hear above him as his hands wondered in front of him, searching for a way he could move without running into things. Smearing along dusty table tops and weird bottles and low sheeted mounds before tripping back to the floor. "Aaa.' He moaned slightly, dragging his legs back up to his body and wincing as he scrapped his knee into something. His hand worming to his side and feeling over the first upraised step of metal stairs. "Ken-kun." He groaned getting up and staggering up the steps. His hand gripping the railing as he ran worried he'd run back into something, but at least he was covering ground. His crossbow shot up in front of him as he reached the top of the stairs. There was some lights up in weird places here, and the entire side of the upstairs portion to the warehouse seemed to be an open metal mesh platform with metal railings all around it. A few rooms built out of rolled in walls, and some lamps were on inside them admitting a musky glow that illuminated the old untouched dust that settled on everything as he stumbled forward. His body charging ahead as his eyes gained enough light to see there was nothing in front of him. "I am upstairs!" He called out into the air as he heard Yohji scream something and then his name. Downstairs he could hear things being thrown around as the fighting picked up. Farfarello was back inside. He could hear the Irish laughing every once in a while over the hidden, quiet, sinking feeling of dread that sat in front of the door with blood trickling down its arms unable to get up. "Ken-kun?" He slowed as he neared a corner streaming a small amount of light from maybe a twenty watt bulb. His crossbow snapping out with his heart as he flung around it aiming an arrow with his frown. "KEn-Kun!" He gasped at the two men over the brown hair. One standing up holding a small disk which immediately turned towards him, while the other struggled to hold down the wild assassin while grouping it between the legs. "AHh!" He fired. Arrows clicking out with the thin snap of wire from his bow, landing three into the wood table, one into the man standing up, and one into "KEN-Kun!" The guy he aimed for moved to fast, and he watched Ken gasp in pain as a the green arrow ripped through the side of his friends chest. "YAmete!" He screamed, his left hand dropping the empty bow as his right pulled four or five darts from his pocket and sent them flinging into the room. Mad squinting eyes of a blue-gray suit coming at him, ducking the darts and throwing itself at him. Gripping around his chest and stomach as he fell back. "Ken-Ku-!" His voice choked to nothing as the guy backhanded across his face before he could do a thing. A wild sting, and blurred view of the bare wall and ceiling to his right smearing around. As though it were slowly rotating in a circular motion in front of him, before hands started ripping his arms above his head. "Ahh." He groaned still unable to think, never mind move as he slowly looked up at the focused expression over him that was moving with haste and efficiency. The man's wild eyes glaring at it's dead brother before coming back to him with a look of pure hate and disgust.

"Oomi. Bombay." He choked, his eyes still jammed shot as his chest beat up and down with his small "Huuu haa huuu haa huu haa." Panting as he gripped the arrow. He glanced up at the small -Ken-kun- that was muttered to him as though drugged. His cringing expression just making out the back of the blue-gray suit straddling Omi. The bottom of a pair of red sneakers facing him moving slightly as the mans strong form ripped the suit jacket off and tossed it aside. "Bombay?" He choked a question as he glanced over at the second man. The dead gray suit slumped into the wall. Pinned to it with the thin green arrow that was leaking blood heavily from the man's chest. His eyes shot back to Omi as he heard some grunts and struggling now. Red sneakers kicking slightly as the thin legs started coming to. His vision finally coming back completely and his eyes widened. "Omi!" He pulled upward, trying to sit up "AHH!" He screamed, the arrow had gone straight through a small portion of his upper side chest and directly into the floor. He was pinned down.

"KEN-KUN! YAMETE! YAMETE!" Omi's feet were kicking now, red sneakers struggling in such a small space. And he could see Omi's back arching from between the man's legs trying to get away before the suspender straps that loosely hung around the thin hips were thrown back landing about a foot from his face. "AhhhwWAHH." He jumped at the choking cry of fear and sorrow as a pair of loose shorts slid down Omi's thin smooth legs and landed around the kicking red sneakers. He opened his mouth, trying to call out but it was so dry it stung. His vision was ok but he could feel how slow his heart was moving, how lightheaded he was just laying there, and he knew he was bleeding too much. "KEN-KUUN! KEN-KUN HELP ME!" He face staring wide eyes at the struggling on the floor, and from around the man's back he could see Omi's hands flail free and start slamming against the strong chest holding it still. Thin fingers clawing at the tops of the shoulders before yanking at the man's hair. His wide eyes twitching with the hard slap that sent Omi back to the ground for a moment of silence as the man moved. Flicking it's ankles in-between the thin legs under it and pressing them apart as a quick hop put the man sitting between them. Omi was crying now, red sneakers kicking for all they were worth as one separated from the leg hole of the loose shorts. Allowing them to straddle the man from where they lay, thin back still arching. Omi's hands flailing out at the floor on either side of the man searching for fallen darts as the thin legs were jerked upward. Light thighs being pulled together as the tight elastic rim of blue boxers were being yanked up onto them. Pushing the thin thighs to their chest as the man started shifting. The back of the suit pants loosening around the man's waist before the mind numbing scream unlike anything he had ever heard. The innocent higher pitched agony, that flashed little white dots in front of the tilted back wide blue eyes as the man pulled their ass apart and forced itself inside.

"No." that was all he could choke, his eyes wide and stinging with the fact he hadn't blinked since the struggle began. His chest burning fiery pain through his body as his hands slowly pulled the arrow upward slightly. His mind hardly registering the abuse as he stared at the back of the man who's hips kept thrusting forward. The bottom soles of smaller red sneakers bouncing and jerking with the thrusts from either side of the business suit as they screamed. Another scream suddenly echoing off somewhere in the darkness flicking his eyes from Omi and making him jump.

Somewhere below them in the dark the agonizing cry from the wild German fox howled up to the strong beams and dusty sky lights in pain. Yohji's green eyes left wide eyed, motionless in the middle of the attack as the German dropped to its knees. Strong hands clamping into the orange hair as the body crumpled downward further. Huffing German swears and other nonsense before the green eyes flicked up, orange hair flicked back and the tight fox mouth opened to a excruciating painful choked -BOOOMBAAAY!- That echoed into the distance and made the small shivering form of the bleeding Schwarz child. Who was slowly going into shock in front of the door, cast its blackened oil slick eyes upward to the sky lights and mutter a single breath of pain. Aya's body rigid where it fell from a crate, the wild Irishman too stopping its attack as the golden yellow eye flicked up to the cry of a team mate. All fighting motionless, all eyes casting into the dark lost and confused. Nothing but oozing pain and tension waving through the air in sickening heaves before the windows slowly began to vibrate. Nagi's body crumpling entirely to the ground in the small pool of blood as the blackened eyes rolled back. Shivering like the panes of the windows as it slipped deeper into shock. Thin strands of chocolate brown hair trashing slightly before whipping from side to side as the glass pitchers and beakers started smashing under the plastic mounds of dust. Yohji's wide green eyes stumbling back into the darkness and falling to the floor. Tripping over boxes while staring at the rattling glass and screaming German. All ears struggling to pull one scream from the other and determine who needed help and how to get there. Each team unable to move as the paralyzing emotions kept swamping into the air like a storm building in the sea.

Moist sweaty body, and parched bloody throat, casting blood-shot wide eyes upward for help-as Ken lay bleeding. Wide eyed as the back of the suited man pulled itself from his partner and let the thin legs drop to the floor as it stood up. Foreign panting chest looking down at the thin boy's face. Panting through chapped lips stretched from screaming and crying as tears rolled down the light cheeks. A ripped virgin laying in its own blood. The fox was up in an instant and Yohji scrambled back. Shocked, confused, shaky hands unable to get a hold of their wire as the overwhelming emotions died down slightly. The stumbling form of wild orange hair turning around and leaning into tables and mounds for support as it started hobbling to the metal stairs to their left. The man upstairs grabbing Omi's thin shoulders and ripping the boy up so that the boxers slid down its bloody legs to its ankles, and the loose shorts disappeared completely. The boy sobbed out hard pain with the movement, before whimpering as it was thrown back into the table. Small dots still flashing and flouting in front of the wide tear filled blue eyes that connected to the wood with a hard -smack- Slowly registering part of the ceiling, and room from an elevated position. Ken's wide eyes staring up at the table, a bloody arrow almost completely detached from the wound he should not open further. To the blood that would pour faster from his body once the slick smooth green pulled out of him, and left him free from his pinned position on the floor. His wide brown eyes staring up at the thin red sneakers which were dangling off the end of the table as the sweating un-tucked business suit walked back over to it saying something. His vision was getting blurry, it was getting harder to hear. No. Can't pass out! His head screamed at him, his eyes unable to tear themselves from what was happening. Unable to do more then feel sicker then he had ever been as he watched.

Further up the table Omi's wrist and hand hung off the side. Ring and pinky finger smeared with blood, twitching slightly before slowly curling with a small whimper that was in too much pain to move as the man's hands slowly slid over the dangling knees of soft milky skin. Smearing some of the warm blood around as it lifted them. Cupping them under the knees and pulling the boy's legs upward so that from the floor his wide brown eyes could see the damage between the innocent legs. Thigh muscles clamping immediately, chapped mouth and bloody throat whimpering in pain as their muscles tightened instinctively. He could see the sensitive skin he was kissing earlier in the crease of Omi's leg. The bruised limp member and, as the sensitive twitching and clamping legs were raised higher. Up to the man's shoulders, the delicate puckered entry that was clearly visible, dripping blood and seamon under trembling hips. Omi's hand suddenly curling from the absent way it was hanging off the table and ripping from view before reaching down to the man, who was adjusting itself back out of its pants, and ripping at the top of the head looking down. Sniveling cries and whines fighting with weak shaky muscles, the light headed blood loss and throbbing in its shoulder. The nauseous incredible pain in its stomach and abs where its muscles had locked in pain and hadn't released yet as the warm fleshy bulge appeared back at the raw puckered entry. Wide blue eyes twitching as the chapped mouth opened, too afraid it might reenter to even breath as the thin fingers in the man's hand slid down slightly. Digging into the tight grunting face as the bulge pressed back in. Ripping the tight ring of muscles apart and spooning into the shaking smooth skin as the windows along each warehouse side exploded outward. Aya's read hair streaking in the darkness as it continually tripped and skidded over things. First tripping on glass, a table, and a mound of plastic rubble, before tearing over the heaps by hopping from one to the other. Rushing towards the blaring cries that kept coming and coming. Screaming from upstairs in such pain. Screams to stop, screams for help, from Ken-kun, from Yohji-kun and even from him. His strong boots fumbled under him again and sent him sprawling back into the concrete floor as the mound he jumped to was made of fragile material and broke under his weight. His violet glare looking up slowly, ignoring the blood that trickled over his left eye as he pushed himself up. Maybe ten feet to his right he could hear constant swearing and tripping. Yohji was apparently having a harder time then he was, but at least one member of the team could be checked off as ok. His palms opened pushing himself up as he grabbed the shimmering blade of his Katana and started forward again. Ahead of him the sight of the wild Schwarz orange hair made him grip it tighter. Pulling it back to attack before the suited fox feel to the ground as though in too much pain to move. Gripping the stair railing as it stopped rushing up them and collapsed, coughing, and choking, and moaning as he rushed past. Stepping on part of the man as he continued up, ignoring the -Aya!- that Yohji shot from behind him as one member saw another, and cried out in shock and relief. His Katana raising to his side as he rushed to the screaming. His chest locking tighter, making it harder to breath and harder to think as the blood curdling -YYAAAMMEEETEEE AHHHHH! YYYOOUHJI-KUUN! AAAYYYYYAAA-KUUUUNNN! HAYAKUUUU! YAMETE!AHHHHH! KKEEEN-KUUN!- cried up to the high ceilings and sent every tear and drip of blood into the air and ears of everyone around.

"YAMETE!" He barked his order, rushing into the room with an efficient eye. The eye that only saw one foreign man. One vengeful brother look up, before flying back as his Katana left his hands. A single blink leaving only a slumped form impaled to the wall with its pants around its ankles as he started catching his breath. Sucking in air and slumping his hands to his knees as he glared at the dying sight before turning his gaze to Ken who was laying on the floor. Blood soaking the loose brown jacket and orange pull on tied around the man's waste. Smearing it with a sick orange and red wetness, the color to the heart of Halloween. His chest stopped, inhale still lingering in his throat as a small higher pitched whine was released. One bloody red sneaker and upraised light knee on the table slumping off and swinging unable to touch the floor as he stared. His face pale and clamped, ignoring the frantic -NAGGIIII! NAGGGIII!- being screamed from downstairs, ripping the arrow out of the boy as Omi's back arched.

"AHHH!" Screaming as a shaky thin hand grabbed it's shoulder for a moment before slumping unable to move. Trembling slightly as he walked over. Looking down at the sprawled out, half open blue eyes that lay on the table top naked, despite the wrinkled blood smeared t-shirt sloppily twisted and shoved up around it's chest. A small choked "Aya-kun." Snapping his eyes from the thin damaged body to the blue eyes that were slipping closed as he ran a hand onto the thin forehead ripping at the buckles of his jacket

"OMI!" Aya jumped, practically throwing up at the loud outburst in the doorway. His glare to scared to surface as Yohji rushed in. Stumbling back from the table as the green eyes widened.

"Yohji help me." He frowned, ripping apart the clasps and fastens that ran down his coat as the blonde hair heaved vomit onto the floor before looking up at him. "Omi. Look at me. Omi." He frowned, wiggling slightly as he pulled his arms from his heavy jacket. Letting it slip to one hand as the blue eyes started rolling back. The fear that the boy may be dipping into to shock, or bleeding to much surpassing the quiet obvious fact that the boy might simply be fainting. Completely aware of what happened and unable to move or hide itself as it lay sprawled and naked on the table for all of them to see. "No Omi." He frowned ripping the light shoulders upward and watching the soft strands of honey blonde hair fall back ward like a newborns heavy head. "Yohji!" He snapped out the other mans name. Glancing over to the blonde crouched along side Ken that shook its head. It couldn't help him, couldn't stand to look. The green eyes that glanced up at him panting. Rushed with tears at the thin legs and red sneakers hanging off the table. A steady -pat pat pat- of blood dripping off one simply too much for the older man who loved the young blue eyes and happy smile. "Omi." he turned back to the absent face twisted up in pain as he threw his jacket onto the table and started struggling to hold the limp dead weight of Omi's shoulders and chest upward while opening his jacket with the other. Ken's groaning and moaning being hoisted up. Leaning into Yohji a foot from them as he pulled the shoulder portion of his jacket onto the thin shoulders before laying them back into the table. His hands trying to work through their shaky numb feel that made it impossible to do up any of the clasps as he worked down the thin body shifting the heavy leather under it gently. His violet eyes closing as he ran a shaky numb hand under the blood smeared thighs. Trying to offer as much privacy as possible and not look at the naked body. Pulling some of his leather coat through the souping blood, and back around the other side of Omi's legs before freezing. Whirling towards the door as he realized people were there. His palm instinctively clutching part of Omi as his other shook for a moment with the panic it had no weapon. His Katana was still lodged into the wall behind them all. His violet eyes staring ahead into the doorway with Yohji to the three Schwarz members that silently stood there. The wild reckless hair of the fox gently holding the thin boy in its arms to its shoulders, as the one gleaming yellow eye stared at them from its side. A wave of calm, reassuring emotions being offered to them over the sad despair that had made him first turn around. His fist tightening with his expression as Farfarello took a small step in. Waiting a moment to let all hostility fall away between the two groups before walking over to the table. Looking down at the unconscious thin Weiss member half covered with Abyssinian's coat.

"Now the lamb is just like Wee Naoe." the white hair shook slightly before gently reaching out. Glancing up at him for a reaction, before gently laying a hand on part of his heavy leather coat and pulling it around the light thighs. Completely covering the thin bare thighs smeared with blood.

"I am sorry Weiss." His violet eyes flicked up to the doorway as the German shifted. Faded chocolate strands on its shoulder slumping with the movement. Obviously unconscious as its limp arms hung off the strong shoulders. "I did not know it was something yet to come." He felt himself staring at the fox as the Irishman worked faster then he could. Fastening the coat around Omi's thin body which was quickly becoming hidden in the heavy leather. Yohji's soft muttering still gently coaxing Ken back to full mental capacity as he looked back down. The horrified light face and tear streamed cheeks perfectly still through the -there- the Irishman muttered. His strong arm gently slipping under the thin shoulders buried in his coat. Moving his elbow under the head of honey blonde strands that immediately fell back before looking up at the sudden. -Ah- that was choked from the end of the table. Ken's eyes now wide open, staring horrified as the man's chest started beating faster and faster. The sound of betrayed breath becoming audible before the tear filled -OOOMMMMIIIIII!-