Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Tuskiyono, Omi ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

Tuskiyono, Omi

DivineAngel

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"Ken. Ken!" Yohji was barking at the practically incoherent head of brown hair that was tucked between its legs hyperventilating.

"Get off of me." Yohji's green eyes frowning as the Irishman shoved Ken's blood stained loose jacket into him as the car continued speeding along bouncing them all around. "Stop crying Siberian." The single golden eyes was smiling as it slipped onto the floor between the car seats to look up at the wild brown eyes that were coughing and choking and making a world of mumbled in cohered sounds. "Your stabbing God." the golden eyes grinned, maybe Weiss was working towards bring the oh mighty down to his concrete cage as well. Yohji glanced up as Aya continued speaking into the small black intercom. Head of honey blonde strands on its shoulder as the fox sat next to the two assassins driving. He felt Ken choke again under his hand and he glanced up at the thin expressionless face that sat still looking at them. "Siberian?"

"Balinese." the thin lips of the fragile boy spoke to him. One shoulder rapped heavily with bandages and part of the Irishman's jacket. Saddened black eyes looking at him, contemplating its failure when it introduced the idea into his head to order Bombay to stay with him unless ordered to do other wise. He had assumed Balinese would say with Bombay, it never occurred to him that Siberian's choking gags, which were unrecognizable to him, were recognizable to Bombay. The power of just those small sounds had compelled Bombay to abandon most of the mission, disregard orders, and shoot him to get past. Bombay never aimed to shoot him. He had never even seen the crossbow in his direction before. It was a desperate action. It was a powerful action. It was an act he had never seen before. The compelling sense that willed its coherent self to danger for only the small chance of saving one it cared for from it. "Bombay made his choice." the green eyes were tense as they glared at him. A part of the man was confused, said nothing when they helped bundle Bombay and all piled into the red sports car, but part of the man was raving at them. Hating them. They were responsible for all of this. If Schwarz had left them alone, gotten out of their way. They never would have scattered. Ken never would have been alone upstairs. Omi never would have been in the building. Aya never would have been so busy with Farfarello that he couldn't have aided Ken's cries if it even came to that. This entire mess was Schwarz's fault in the blondes mind. Anything that happened to Omi they would pay for, and Nagi knew it. Nagi sensed it. Knew the blonde wouldn't understand if he tried to explain that he tried to warn Bombay. That *he* was the one to plant the order Bombay was *not* to leave Balinese. Knew that none of them would understand that the pain he had felt nearly a week ago, and the demanding awkward event that carried out at the Koneko because of it was a result of Crawford's precog ability smearing into his mind since things at home had been so bad lately. Schwarz was networked in its own way. Schuldig contributed to most of the connecting, combining all their minds to communicate telepathically, but intern they *were* connected. If Schuldig got too upset, things might fly in Crawford's direction. If Farfarello got to excited, he would start smelling blood and Crawford could recite biblical passages they had never heard before. And now, since he had locked himself to Bombay, every waking sense that effected the boy effected him, and domino-ed into the rest of Schwarz. This was never what he meant. Never what he wanted, and he definitely didn't mean to start dragging Siberian into it. Once Bombay started wanting to understand Siberian even more and focused on it so intently. He had to admit it brought a small smile to his face to know the only reason Bombay had started bringing some of Siberian into his head was because the thin honey blonde wanted to understand Siberian in order to perform better sexually. So as not to be so clumsy and such a failure. However, the will that was behind such an intent contained just that drop of magic that had Schwarz wired together, and because of that, just a tad of Siberian had been making it into his head. But he knew this was something that none of them would understand. Not even Shu had figured it out yet, just him. Only him, and he knew Shu would be wanting to know why it could feel Bombay being raped and why *he* had felt Bombay being raped some week ago. Shu would probably be the only one to believe him because they had both experienced it. The frowning green eyes and blonde hair of Yohji Kodou-who sat in front of him holding onto the choking form of Siberian-in the back seat of their speeding sports car-directly behind the youngest unconscious member still bleeding-and oldest hardest member still on the phone demanding assistance from Critique-would never understand. Only Shu would, because in more ways then one. Shu was the closest thing to his mind, besides himself, and that's really what allowed this entire mess to begin. His mirrored desire to bring Shu what he wanted sexually. Just like Bombay had done with Siberian.

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Before the car had slowed or even stopped he was getting out. His boots tripping slightly as he balanced his weight from the moving object and weight in his arms. The front of their shop was blocked by two huge flower vans. Kritiker was there, just like they had said. Just like for every word they had said and knew he'd personally hold them to if they didn't show and help immediately. He stumbled slightly as the boy in his arms started struggling. Making it hard for him to stand as the wiggling increased. The red sports car now pulled behind the second van as Yohji got out pulling Ken with him. Wide green eyes jumping slightly as the van doors flung open and a few people rushed at Siberian. Under the short circumstances, he definitely looked like the one most hurt. "Aya!" Manx was coming right at him, her face tense with concern but she was still thinking. Even now, she was still professional. "We're going to be needing your report right-Bombay." Before he turned around she was hardly aware of the bundle in his arms. But as he did her eyes moved to it immediately, and she took a step back with the surprise and smell of blood.

"He's badly injured. Ken also. Yohji and I suffered only minor damages." He gave her his report as her eyes flew back at his face. Looking at the scuffs and scraps and gash over his eye, and he wondered what expression she would make next if he told her he made all of those while stumbling around in the dark. She nodded, large red curls moving slightly as she turned and started waving the florist-uniformed-Kritiker-employees over to him.

"Only Bombay and Siberian are badly injured. One car for each of them." Omi was being pulled from his arms and shifted onto a fold out stretcher. Thin restraints quickly rapping around the leather of his jacket to hold the light struggling down as the blue eyes slowly started opening. The world around it was blurry, even for him it was hard to think straight. His tall form of fiery red hair, wearing a tight sleeveless black shirt, and leather pants. All of his assassin outfit minus his jacket which was being strapped into the stretcher as the body inside started trying to fight.

"Omi." He fallowed the stretcher as it was wheeled towards the open florist truck that resembled an ambulance inside.

"AyA-KUN!" He jumped as the blue eyes registered his voice immediately. Flailing harder where they were trying to get to him.

"Lie Still Omi." He laid a hand on the loose heavy leather of the boy's arm. Watching the tense light face freeze as he spoke to it before rolling away as the stretcher was adjusted so it would fold and slid into the white van.

"AYA-KUN! YAMETE! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOO!" He frowned at the wild thrashing under the restraints as Omi started getting upset. His firm face quiet and frowning as he watched before stumbling aside as Ken ran into him and then continued past scrambling into the van next to the stretcher with wide eyes.

"Omi!"

"Ken." He frowned reaching out and grabbing part of the bloody jacket that was chased over by a few floral employees who were concerned Siberian was out of its head. "Come out. Stop it." He frowned, yanking at the arm as Ken threw its arms around the stretcher attaching to it.

"GET AWAY AYA! I AM GOING WITH OMI!" He stopped pulling his hand back as the wild brown eyes snapped at him. Their frowning squint a look of fury and complete submission to the sobbing voice he had come to know and question as Omi. "ALL OF YOU GET AWAY!" Ken was fighting around him now, hands shoving him aside and worming into the van pulling Siberian out. He was obviously intoxicated of some sort from the mission. "YAMETE! GET AWAY!" Yohji shoved him this time, pushing him aside to get to Ken before being yanked back with a fear that Balinese might start loosing it like Siberian. "NOO! YOHJI! YAMETE! OOOMIII!"

Omi was screaming now, top of his lungs hysterical cries for Ken as the boy was ripped from the van and pushed into a stretcher. Arching back and harsh swearing trying to activate its gloves and fend off the light green uniforms that were rushing to sedate it. Inside the van he could see Omi's wide blue eyes straining to keep the honey blonde head up in order to watch. Choking out loud wide "KEN-KUUN! KEN-KUN!!!!'s" as the stretcher with Siberian was quickly wheeled to the second van. "YAMETE! AYA-KUN! HELP ME! AYA-KUN!" Manx shoved him aside.

"To the car Aya." Pushing him towards the white jeep that had pulled up as a few light green uniforms climbed into the van with Omi and started ripping a clear mask from the wall while struggling to fasten it to the boy's face. Frantic screams for him fading as he climbed into the jeep watching Manx continue to literally shove people towards where they should be while issuing orders. Everyone was to get *off* the street and *away* from the Koneko immediately This entire scene was drawing unwanted and dangerous attention to the entire area. "Pack it up!" He watcher her swat the top of the jeep and it started immediately. The vans fading around the side of the car before they started down the street. "Get everything together. We are leaving." She turned to man closest to her and issued her order.

"Your not riding in the jeep?" She shook her head, watching the remanding equipment be shoved into the vans. "Which?-"

"-I'll go with Siberian." She nodded leaving her position closest to the Koneko and heading to the second van. It had been maybe two minutes since the red sports car had swung up, thirty seconds later, speeding away before she was even able to ask what the hell was going on. Now everything was being packed up and they were disappearing as if they were never there.

"MAX-SAN!" Bombay caught sight of her as its van doors were being shut. Frantically screaming for her and she stopped.

"Go on! I'll ride with this one!" She waved to the second van watching the one florist employee nod, climb in, and slam the doors. She swung into the cramped space under the single florescent light of the first van as the doors were slammed. Frowning down at the wild jerking figure strapped to its stretcher which was locked in place. "Bombay relax." She nodded gently at the hysterical light face that was practically thrashing to get away. Bombay had never before been seriously injured and the blue eyes were terrified from being ripped from Weiss without understanding what was going on. "Release his hands. Bombay is part of us." She frowned at the thin hands that were velcroed down as the blue eyes locked on her. Crying hysterical and probably louder then it was aware of. "You are safe Bombay. It's All RIGht!" She yelled as the light hands immediately sprang free and attacked her. One fist clamping down on the front of the V-neck suit she wore and she willingly came forward with the yank that would have pulled her shirt to low.

"LET US GOOOO! WHAT IS THIS! YAMEEETEEE!" The second strong hand violently fighting to protect them both as it shoved the light green uniform away while another tried to get it with a needle. "MAx-SAAAN!" she grabbed the thin shoulders that were being shoved down, the light hands being restrained as the second was being pried off her. "MAX-SAN! MASAKA! ITAI! ONEGAI! WAKARENAI! MAX-SAAAN!" Medical hands jamming a thin needle into the boys arm as the clasps to the leather coat were quickly being undone and cut away with a scalpel. The violently afraid beating light chest of Bombay appearing as the leather was pulled back and a stethoscope was pressed to it. The clear plastic mask again being fastened around the thrashing head still screaming to be left alone. Covering the wild mouth and nose and rushing oxygen into the system as an IV was assembled. The motions of the moving van only making it harder to work in such a small space, and she felt herself pressing back into the cold metal wall in order to offer the two men toiling to aid the injured figure more room. A few quick turns of the van sending bottles over and making Bombay that much more edgy as the trembling sobbing figure started going into the shock ever so slightly. The Iv now fully lodged in its wrist as the jacket was being ripped away from the naked figure and quickly replaced with hot pads and cloths wiping blood. The jam packed two by seven space shaking everything as it suddenly came to a jolting stop. The white doors swinging open as the blue eyes widened further being pulled out. The stretcher snapping back open and wheeling towards the double automatic glass doors as Bombay started arching. Strapped hands and ankles ripping at their restraints screaming obscenities and questions that were ignored in the rest of the chaotic motion and sound. The white jeep pulling up to its side as Bombay disappeared inside and the second van was opened. Siberian sitting up a hand pressed to its chest before launching forward and scrambling out into the parking lot with her as it heard the cries from inside. Her body motionless, snapping directions at the co-workers and Kritiker hospital employees as the two oldest members of Weiss were ushered towards the door arguing and swearing before starting towards Ken. Fully enraging Siberian further as it's weapons were ripped away, and the wild brown hair was forced into a wheel chair. Her brilliant green eyes watching as Aya and finally Yohji's protesting and yelling were pushed inside. The van's were closed up and quickly speed off to drive around for about a half an hour before innocently delivering some flowers so as not to raise suspicion. Her green eyes turning back to the simple office building and looking up at the glowing golden windows that shown into the night as she started forward. Undoubtedly the lobby and security would be everywhere with a mess as Weiss was pulled inside bleeding and enraged, resisting directions, and orders to release the weapons that kept them alive.

"Stop this!" She barked at a four or five employees surrounding Abyssinian and threatening the violet glare that wouldn't release it's Katana. Yohji was no where in sight but she could still hear Ken who was now up and had advanced behind the registration desk. Intruding on information that wasn't supposed to be released. Her face slack and overwhelmed as she gave the nod to sedate Weiss. Four assassins were too impossible control, and she gently motioned towards Siberian as the first to go down. Her heavy sigh signing a few clip boards and speaking a few -Hai's!- into cell phones handed to her with new directions. Abyssinian now standing still, Katana secured, arms out being swept for weapons as the violet eyes glared at her. If she was not careful, part of the raging blame that was exploding inside those eyes, and all the eyes of Weiss would be aimed at her. Weiss came first, and she had to made sure they were all secured while still treated with the respect, and impression they would fight to keep.

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"I can't not believe this shit." He nodded at Yohji's slur, white robed blonde pacing slightly inside his room smoking. "I don't know where Aya is."

"Down the hall I think." He nodded slightly, watching the green eyes jump at him with information. "Are they holding us?"

"Nurses are impossible here. Food is terrible."

"Are they holding us Yohji?" He sighed his question again. His breathing still light trying not to use his chest anymore. The screaming and fighting that had died down long hours ago was still bruising by his ribs. He frowned at the fact he would be feeling drastically better had he not over reacted so. "Can't believe this." Yohji nodded at him immediately. "After the warehouse. I acted like a fool Yohji. Attacking Kritiker."

"We all attacked Kritiker." Yohji was smirking at this fact as some cigarette ash was flicked into his water cup. "Don't drink your water KenKen." He nodded a heavier sigh before looking back up at the white ceiling. His room was small but he imagined no one else's was any bigger. Probably a 16 by 16 white room with his bed, curtain around it, sink built into the wall, small closet, and small bathroom. "Should find Manx. I have some questions for her." He grinned at Yohji's annoyed tone. All of them were slightly annoyed, it was as if no one knew who they were here. Even the thin identification bracelet on his wrist only read Siberian. Manx had brought them here. Kritiker had brought them here and everything here was definitely owned and hidden by the organization, but none of the employees seemed to know anything. He asked for his team and they gave him weird confused looks. He asked for Abyssinian and they had to look it up in the computer, the basic staff was clueless. Kept in the dark probably but still, he was irritated not having any help or even someone to answer his basic questions. "I am getting pissed KenKen." Yohji sunk into the side of his bed taking a long drag. "If they think I am spending tomorrow night here, or even tomorrow…" Yohji trailed and he smiled. If they thought *he* was staying there…huh. "Can you walk Ken?" He coughed slightly as Yohji turned to him with a smile that exhaled over his white sheets and robe. His slumped frown just staring at the relaxed face that took another puff.

"Breathing is difficult."

"I am not going to carry you Ken."

"Carry me where? Don't be ridiculous, of course I can walk." he frowned, shoving Yohji annoyed and he moved his legs under the blankets slightly. Breathing *was* difficult with the bandages and he felt so extremely tired. Maybe they had slipped him something when he wasn't paying attention.

"Down the hall four doors…on the right side." He closed his eyes, these direction weren't important to him. As far as he knew, the food wasn't all that bad here and he could at least get some sleep and then…then somebody better fill him in on what was going on god damnt. "Omittchi."

His brown eyes snapped up immediately, locking with Yohji who was milking this for every penny and waited a few seconds before slowly turning to him. "Where?"

"If you can walk there. Get by the nurses." He sat up immediately, Yohji's hands on his shoulders as he choked a wince before shoving the covers off the white cotton pants and shirt he had been given. Would have liked to keep his underwear though. Slowly standing up and leaning into Yohji's side for a moment before straightening up with a long eased sigh. Just putting the pressure on his ribs and side was painful. "Bombay shot you good."

"He wasn't aiming at me." He nodded starting for the doorway slowly and glancing out for a moment to make sure no nurses were in the halls.

"Ken." He stopped as he started out before Yohji barked at him. His brown eyes glancing back at the tall blonde lazily smoking in an identical white cotton robe, shirt and pants. "Make sure you tell him you know that." Yohji's green eyes grinned at him as they puffed out more smoke before slowly turning around and looking out his window as he nodded. Quickly shifting into the hall and keeping his one palm pressed to the wall for support as he started down the hall, four doors, on his right. Just like Yohji said.

He paused before gently turning the thin knob and stepping inside. His suspicions were confirmed with a room that mirrored his, only now on the other side of the hall. His brown eyes gently searching the room slowly before landing on the curtain that was pulled around the bed at the very back. His hand gently slipping from the door and slowly starting forward stopping outside the curtain. "Is that you in there Omi?" He frowned concerned, as much as he wanted this to be Omi's room, he was almost afraid to find his younger friend. The blue eyes would surely look at him as a failure. He had laid right there and done nothing while that man had vandalized the one thing most precious to him. No matter how hard he tried, even standing here trying to face Omi for the first time. He couldn't erase the image of Omi's legs and sneakers jerking on either side of the man with the tempo of the thrusts. How could he ever touch Omi again? How could he ever look at Omi again? Or for that matter, how could Omi ever let him touch him again!? How would Omi stand being near him!? "Say something if that is you Omi." His eyes stared down at the floor outside the sheet as he waited for a response, but none came. He took a step towards the end of the sheet. Maybe he could see the clipboard that normally hung from the end of the bed and identified the occupant, but he couldn't. There hadn't been any kind of label to the room either other than a number. Nothing here was tainted with names anywhere and he glanced back down at his wrist reading the small Siberian which was typed on his bracelet. He took a step back, he'd have to go ask a nurse. Even if that meant getting caught wondering around outside his room. He'd have to ask, he couldn't bring himself to move the sheet without knowing Omi was definitely behind it. If it was someone else the outcome would be terribly awkward, and he had no right to be in that persons room. He started for the door.

Behind the sheet a pair of blue eyes lay vacantly staring at the wall. Thin body tense and frozen upon hearing his voice but it didn't answer. Thin plastic mask that cupped the boy's nose and mouth still in place, iv in the thin arm, round suction monitors on the chest and head plugged into the wall. As Ken asked again for him to answer before shifting slightly. His mind wishing Ken would just pull the curtain back and find him. Just pull it back and save him like he wanted him to do back at the warehouse. Soft white cotton socks gently padding towards the door now as he gasped lightly. Ken wasn't even going to look!? Ken didn't even want to see if it was him!? How could Ken just walk away and leave him alone!? The blue eyes rushed with tears, thin figures curling into the blankets and light face that lay on its side back towards the sheet and door. Ken was just abandoning him so quickly, so easily…he couldn't take it. "Don't go Ken-kun!"

The socks stopped, widened brown eyes spinning around to the white sheet with the choked plea that came from behind. Quickly stomping back, heart slamming before grabbing it and ripping it away with the fast clinking sound of the metal rings that held it up. Omi's soft honey blonde strands jumping slightly, before ducking closer to the sheets facing away from him. He stood for only a moment before reaching out and grabbing the light shoulder.

"I know you weren't aiming for me Omi." He smiled, blue eyes glancing to look at him immediately, springing with tears. "I wanted to get up. Gomen Nasai, your arrow…I…couldn't…I." He shook his head, eyes to the ground as he wished he had just ripped it from his chest. It didn't matter if the arrow ripped his heart out! He just wished he had done more. "Omi…please forgive me." He felt a thin delicate hand gently run up his arm with a world of relief. Relief indescribable with any word he could think of, all he could feel and think was -thank god, Omi doesn't hate me- After everything he saw, and after just laying there and being able to do nothing, Omi didn't hate him. "I don't deserve knowing you Omi." He watched the blue eyes tense immediately. They looked afraid with what he said. Did that mean, Ken was going to pull away? "What have I ever done to deserve a person like you."

"No Ken-kun." The thin hand tugged at him immediately, and he dropped to sit on the side of the bed. "I..I don't deserve you." He glanced up at the blue eyes that were staring to the side away from him. "I am terrible. I ruined our mission. Told Schwarz where everyone was. Made it so….you were upstairs alone…then shot you." He almost choked as thin tears streamed from Omi's eyes ,but he couldn't bring his throat to work. To say something to stop the mumbling. "Couldn't fight well…and I.." the blue eyes snapped up at him immediately. Braced and wide as they harnessed their last shred of courage. "I looked at…porn on the internet a few days ago, and stole some of Yohji's…" The light face looked horrifically unstable as it choked it's confessions. "…his…his one magazine."

"Omi-"

"-But only because I wanted to be better for you Ken! Gomen! Gomen nasai I shouldn't and I am sorry but I….am so clumsy with…" the light cheeks were blushing red. "With…everything, I didn't want to be such a blunder."

He grinned immediately, a warm humored smile just running over his face as he leaned into the bed resting the side of his face on Omi's thin forehead. "Your not a blunder baka. I'll take you the way you are." He felt Omi smile under him as he ran a hand onto the thin chest and gown laying under him covered in blankets. "You forget how clumsy I am."

"What you do feels wonderful Ken-kun. I can't do anything like that." the blue eyes shook no in protest immediately. Ken was a god, somehow managing to be in so many places at once when touching him.

He pulled back and smiled down at the blue eyes looking up at him. They were tired and swollen again but hinting a slight smile themselves. "Arigato Omi. I only hope I am as good as you say." The blue eyes smiled more as he chuckled, gently running a hand into Omi's hair and smiling as he gently pulled off the plastic oxygen mask. "Omi. About what happened…" He dropped his eyes to the bed as Omi tensed up under him. "For me…this doesn't change…who you are to me."

"Ken-Kun!" He choked as Omi's arms flung around his neck squeezing the air from him. His body falling into the bed on top of the light chest as Omi tried to sit up and grab him, but failed to stay up. "Gomen Nasai! Wakarenai demo…in the van I was so…screaming and crying like a child. In front of Manx-san because I didn't know where I was going and…Ken-kun no one would answer me. Then I woke up here and it's hard for me to remember what exactly happened."

His eyes widened slightly. "You can't remember Omi?"

He watched the honey blonde strands shake no. Blue eyes falling to the bed, but the arms stayed around his neck. "Hai-I remember some…stuff." the blue saddened. "I know what…remember him…" The light face trailed as the entire body tensed up under him.

"Don't say it Omi. Forget it. I don't want you to remember." He shook his head quickly, his tone soft and reassuring.

"No Ken-kun." Omi looked up, serious and focused. "I know what happened. I know you were there Ken-kun. I know what happened to my body." He locked his eyes on the blue that stared up at him. "Demo…it's hard to remember exactly and, what happened when. I don't know how we got in front of the Koneko Ken-kun. I just remember…him and then being at the Koneko and Manx-san and everyone refusing to listen to me! And those men! That wouldn't let me up! It was terrible Ken-Kun! And now…now I am here and I don't know how I got here either demo…that's ok. Daijobu Ken-Kun. Daijobu."

"Oh Omi." He grabbed the thin chest and squeezed. Omi had more courage then he could ever imaged having. More courage then he ever could have mustered if he had been on the floor with that man. "Can I keep you Omi?" He smiled his mumble into the thin chest and hospital gown with suction receptors stuck to it. Omi stiffened immediately and he looked up at the wide blue eyes.

"See…see me? Ken-kun?"

"See you?" He frowned slightly, see what? What? "Nani?"

"Hai." he shifted as Omi gently shoved at his shoulder. Gently pushing him up until he was off the thin figure. His brown eyes frowning as Omi started moving the blankets, slowly pushing them off and away until he was just looking at the thin figure laying there in a hospital gown. Blue eyes, gown and thin bracelet reading Bombay looking at him and nothing more. "Go ahead Ken-kun." He watched the thin fingers curl into the sheets tensing up as Omi nodded at him. "Hai. Go ahead." He frowned slightly confused before it hit him. He understood completely, but Omi had always been so modest before. All the time they had been together the honey-blonde hadn't let him get through the final level of clothing and look.

"Omi-are-are you sure? Are you…"

"Hai." He watched the blue eyes close as they nodded slightly. "I want you to see me Ken-kun." He tensed as thin tears trickled from Omi's eyes. They were terrified to have him look. Terrified to look themselves after what happened. Ken would turn away. Ken would think he was disgusting. Ken would…Ken would… "Hai Ken-kun." Omi nodded at him slightly. This was the ultimate test. Ken wouldn't be able to lie. Not gullible, clumsy, warm hearted Ken. Ken wouldn't be able to lie and Omi knew it. Needed the reassurance now more then ever. The reassurance that Ken would never be able to fake in his face. Ken's fingers gently slid over his shoulder and pulled the gown from around his arms as he tensed. Ken would either turn away disgusted or maybe…maybe his body wouldn't be so bad. Maybe his body wouldn't be disgusting.

"Omi I can't." He jumped as Ken let the small portion of the gown that had pulled up around his shoulder and chest drop back down, and he choked. "Omi?" Ken grabbed him concerned immediately and it felt like his chest buckled under him with Ken's rejection. "Gomen Omi."

"Ken-kun." the blue eyes were trying to sit up slightly, wincing as they continued moving on the short wires that were suction cupped to it. "Won't you even loooook at me Ken-Kuuuun." Omi cringed, crying softly. Ken was turning away and his gown was still on. Gapping at him as he lay there waiting for an answer. Watching his eyes spring with more tears as he fought them hard. Looking down at himself slowly as he brought a thin shaky hand to his chest and balled a fist of his gown before tugging it. Ripping it off himself and to the side before slowly glancing up at the wide brown eyes next to him. Ken's entire body had tightened before it got up quickly. Speechless brown eyes trying to return to his face, but they couldn't pull themselves from his body. Staring down at the beating chest that was still connected to the wall with the thin wires. The smooth flat stomach brilliantly toned with unintentional well defined lines before the two gentle protruding hip bone marked the body top and lower half like two soft buoys. Ken's face flushing a deep red as the brown eyes ran over his exposed member and thin smooth legs that trailed down into the sheets at the very bottom where he had slid them. He could feel the fire in his face and neck, heart pounding in his chest as he waited. His legs itching to close and try and cover himself slightly. His fingers griping the sheets white knuckled so he wouldn't bring the blankets back over himself until Ken was done. Until Ken said something. Until Ken did something. His face tensing, flailing towards a hard crash as Ken said nothing. Brown eyes slowly looking up at him widened and flushed before the small muttered

"Omi." Locked on his face, studying his tense, unstable, expression waiting. Waiting for judgment to be passed over it. "Oh Omi." He choked silently as Ken moved back onto the bed. A rough hand sliding up the side of his face to the suction receptor on his temple as Ken's lips touched his. Barely pressing into him with more then a brush of touch, and breath of air as his body started trembling. Goosebumps spreading down his arms and legs and tightening the muscles in his stomach as Ken's hand slowly pulled a soft blanket over his waist and exposure. "Arigato Omi."

"Hai." He managed a nod, Ken's mouth gently whispering into his neck as he ran his hands onto Ken's back and shoulder blades. He felt wonderful, his eyes panting up to the ceiling with the incredible affection he felt just dripping into him from the strong hands that slid over his chest and down his stomach to his hip bones. Rough pads of Ken's skin wondering, ravaging, feeling him with a strong approval and admiration for every gentle curve and smooth dip that mastered itself in his body. "Ken-kun."

"You are perfect Omi." His cheeks flustered as he choked a small noise. Ken's lips dipping into his collar bone with a gentle kiss and "Perfect."

"Mmm Ken-kun." He arched his back with the tension he felt in his legs and groin as Ken's hands gently slid to the top of his thighs and gently down the side to butt. "Ken-kun….Ken-kun! Ya-yamete." Ken stopped immediately as he reached down and tugged at a strong hand with a weak shaky grip.

"Diajobu Omi?" Ken's brown eyes shot up immediately from where they were kissing his stomach. Sliding up to his concerned face immediately. Ken was moving to fast, touching too much of him. His entire body had locked into place and he could feel all the fear and adrenaline from what happened rushing back to him. "Kowai? Omi."

"H-hai gomen." He turned away ashamed he was getting scared. He knew Ken would never hurt him. "Ken-kun please…wait, please." He tugged the strong hands back to his chest before letting them slip to either side of him and Ken clued in immediately. Brown eyes smiling down at him as he felt weight shifting into his bed hugging him. "Why are we here Ken-kun?"

"Shhh. Kritiker owns this place Omi. Yohji is checking us out tomorrow." He grinned and he felt Omi relax slightly. Thin legs and body by his still trembling, but slowly allowing him to coax some soothing feelings. "Do you not like it here?" He glanced up at the blue eyes from where he was nuzzling into Omi's soft shoulder. "Omi?"

"I don't know anyone here when your gone Ken-kun. No one knows me."

"That is not true Omi." their eyes snapped at the door as the light from hall slid in slightly and Manx's familiar voice stepped into the room.

"Manx-san!?"

"Manx" He sat up immediately. "A-agomen." Stumbling an apology as Omi's hands frantically pulled blankets back over itself as he pulled them off. "Manx! Where is Aya!? Why is Weiss being held here!? " He stood up frowning as she started over to them. "I am leaving tomorrow, and Omi too. Yohji too! And Aya! Aya too." His frown didn't falter as she walked right up to him and smiled ever so slightly.

"Siberian, you must remain in mission protocol. Bombay needs rest. Back to your room."

"Manx-San!" Omi sat up again behind him. A thin hand grabbing part of his shirt from behind. "Siber-"

"-Lay down Bombay. You will need your strength. Weiss is being released tomorrow. You will all be delivered back at the Koneko before the sun is allowed to open one eye. So you all need sleep." He glanced back at Omi's tense face as he nodded. "Abyssinia is in room 42, all of Weiss's vitals are stable."

He felt Omi sink into the bed a little as a thin hand covered some of the suction receptors stuck to its chest. The ones on its temples were in plain view though so to him there wasn't much reason to attempt to hide them. "I'll go back to my room then. Oyasumi O-Bombay." He grinned at the nervous blue eyes that gave him a weak smile and nod as he started for the door. Manx didn't make a move as he stood there for a moment waiting for her, before leaving. Her brilliant green eyes still lingering her small smile in the room before turning back to the bare chest in the white blankets watching Siberian leave.

"Are you in much pain Bombay?"

"Chotto Manx-san, demo, daijobu….arigato." She smiled softer, her eyes studying the top of the honey blonde strands as the blue eyes ducked at her respectively with the answer.

"This button will get you any help you need Bombay." She smiled, gently running her thin finger over the red button on the side of the white bed. "Understand?"

"Hai. Arigato." She waited to see if the blue eyes would look back up at her from where they remained ducked away, but seconds passed and nothing happened. It was clear Bombay had no intention of looking at her at all after the incident in the van.

"Bombay look up so I can see your face." She frowned, strengthening her tone so it practically mimicked an order and the blue eyes looked up immediately. Locking with hers and brushing away the tense, embarrassed, expression as she stared for a moment. Considering all of Bombay, however, separating a member of Weiss proved disastrous last night. Requiring Bombay to stay hospitalized past the other members might only be catastrophe. "Your body is not as recovered as you assume Bombay." She watched the blue eyes dart slightly, as though considering if they should answer her statement in some way. "Kritiker has you under constant monitoring and much medication. Abyssinian has suffered only major busies, minor scrapping. Balinese is in much better condition than even this. Many bruises but all minor. Siberian has suffered heavier injuries. A large puncture through the chest, lacerations along the arms and shoulders, and after psycho analysis the signs of a panic attack in result to our actions last night. Apparently we have underestimated Weiss's abilities *and* commitment." The blue eyes stared at the way she put their relationship. "Weiss will not be separated again. Psycho analysis proved this most dangerous to all members, particularly for you Bombay…as for Siberian. However…Abyssinian and Balinese were not spared such suffering. I tell you this now Bombay because Kritiker has always entrusted accurate reporting from you. I wish to apologize for last night. I would have answered your questions, had I not had orders to decline." She watched the blue eyes rush with tears lightly as they remained locked with hers, focused and braced. "Do you have any questions Bombay?"

"H-hai Manx-san." the blue eyes finally dropped to the sheets. "Who gave the order? To not answer Weiss?"

"Eh?" She frowned caught off guard as the blue orbs flicked back up to enforce their demand. "…Bombay." She whispered the short name as she stared at the blue eyes, silent until they dropped back to the sheets. She was not at liberty to reveal that information.

"I have another than."

"Hai Bombay."

The blue eyes dropped to the sheets and ducked away where she could not find them. "I want to see medical records."

"Eh?" She frowned again as Bombay nodded.

"For Bombay. I wish to see my medical chart Manx-san." the blue eyes flicked back up at her frowning as they shimmered in their dampened state. "This information is mine to know! I demand to see the records of my injuries Manx-san!" She nodded at the immediate demands that balled firsts of blanket frowning at her. "Once more, I demand to have any further testing of myself consent only!" She jumped as the thin hands ripped the suction receptors from itself and threw them to the floor before frowning at her again. "I am Tuskiyono Omi! I will not be treated as submissive Bombay!" She jumped slightly at the hard frown and words. Submissive Bombay? "Manx-san! I want to move my room! I demand my release now!"

"Bombay!" She barked at the boy who was all but getting up with the wild demands. "Calm yourself Bombay. Do not forget who has you."

"Forget nothing! I am Tuskiyono OMI! I demand TO CHANGE MY NAME! I AM NO LONGER BOMBAY!"

"Yamete!" She frowned at the wild eyes that were getting violent with her. Her hard frown staring down the blue eyes that did not duck away before she turned and started back towards the door. Her brilliant green eyes widening slightly at the medical personnel rushing towards the room after the flat lined receptors radioed back. "Ah daijobu." She threw their confused concerned faces a smile, watching them all stop. "I have spoken with Bombay. Please ask for consent before continuing with any monitoring and conduct a thorough psycho analysis. Bombay is unstable and may not be released tomorrow if mental health is not prominent for Weiss." She nodded with her words as she started down the hall. The wild -MAX-SAN!- snapping out to her outraged as the thin bracelet reading Bombay was ripped from the thin wrist and thrown at the nurses attempting to calm it down. "Abyssinian." She frowned her knock into the small white room as she opened the door. Fiery red hair an abomination to the colorless sheets, walls and attire as the violet eyes turned to her. "Calm Bombay." She watched the firm stare only get up with her words. Cotton socks and bandage over the right eye stalking past her and into the hall. Directly into the open door that leaked the sounds of argument. His violet eyes stopping in the doorway for only a moment to assess the sight. Bombay was up and frowning, throwing the tray being offered to it back at the two male nurses in the room. Wildly demanding release.

"Bombay." He barked the two syllables with his glare as he stalked in and directly to the bed where a bare chest and blue eyes turned to him.

"Yamete Aya-Kun!! I am TuskiyonoNO OMI!! TUSKIYONO OMI!" He watched the strands of honey blonde violently shake no as he stood there.

"No." He frowned watching the blue eyes widen as they stopped shaking no immediately. "You are Bombay. Member of Weiss. Your outburst ends here." He grabbed the thin shoulders and shoved them into the bed rough enough to make the blue eyes jump as they hit. Ruffled white blankets and shocked face staring up at him. "Enough." He barked, glaring down at the sensitive blue eyes that just stared up motionless.

"Aya-kun." He didn't move at the small whimper that shuddered. Terrified to be left alone, though unaware that was true. The disappearance of Siberian had left Bombay's alert self fighting to regain what it felt it lost, and not so much what Omi lost, what Bombay lost. "I..I am not Bombay." The blue eyes closed shaking no. "Not Bombay Aya-kun."

"Yes you are." He frowned grabbing the thin shoulders that resisted and the blue eyes flew wide open horrified. "*Face* who you are. You *are* Bombay." The blue eyes rushed with tears immediately, gently taking the five suction receptors back from his pale hand as he shoved them forward. His face unchanged by the small choking cry that looked down gently pressing one to its chest slowly. Blue eyes crying whines and sniffles as it gently replaced all three plastic receptors to its chest before the other two to its temples. His violet stare watching before releasing a satisfied grunt. "Good." As he ran a hand onto the thin crying shoulder that looked up at him with a shaky -Aya-Kun- "Hai Bombay." The thin body cringed at the title ducking down slightly and he turned to the three nurses and Manx. "Get out." He frowned at them, daring any of them to contradict his glare. "Leave now." His bark sent them all moving towards the door. His glare never leaving until they all disappeared and the door shut behind them. His violet eyes slowly turning back down to the shaking shoulders that sat crying head bent down. "What is it Bombay."

"I…I am scared Aya-kun. Don't want to be left here."

"Impossible. You can not be left here."

"I feel that I will be." The grieving blue eyes turned up to him desperate for answers. "Do you hate me Aya-kun?"

"Ridiculous." His face tightened with his sneer.

"Demo! You treat me like you hate me!" The thin shoulder yanked from his grasp. Crying body shifting away from him slowly as it held blankets to itself. "I can not help that I like Ken-Kun! Doushite? DOUSHITE do you have to hate me!?" He frowned at the light face that cried at him.

"I do not hate you Bombay. I find your actions childish and naïve. You are not using your head. You have jeopardized Weiss and placed all our lives in danger. Because of this you suffer, and you are now paying for your mistakes." He lightened his expression at the wide eyed, dazed expression that lacked sound, motion and tears. Staring back at him, mouth hung open. "Say something."

"….D-demo…" it was a whisper.

"No excuses! Say something!" He frowned, grabbing a thin shoulder and shaking the wide blue eyes for an answer. For a reason why all of this was allowed to occur. If he wasn't able to stop it then, it must have been self inflicted. He was to meticulous, to mischievous to have missed something so important. To allowed something so terrible to happen to Bombay. No, not Bombay. The wide blue eyes rushed with tears, teeth grit trembling as he held it. "Nothing. You have nothing to say." His face fell back to his hard stare as he gently let his hands slip away. His body straightening back up, standing next to the bed.

"AHHh AYA-Kun!" He jumped as the bare chest lunged at him, hugging his to the tight sobbing that was stuck to the bed with the blankets covering itself. "Gomen nasie! Gomen nasai! I will work better! But I can't…I can't be Bombay. I-I am not Bombay any longer! I will not jeopardize Weiss! Say something to ME Aya-kun. Gomen, Gomen." The thin arms and chest were pulling back quickly. Smearing tears away as they nodded at him. Trying to straighten up. "Aya-kun, please…"

His frown tightened before he slapped the thin face in front of him. Watching Omi's face whirl to the side with the impact and only a small surprised sound. Blue eyes staring to the side as his hand fell back to his. "You *are* Bombay. You can not hide from what happened Omi." He yanked the thin chin back to him immediately, forcing the blue eyes to look at him. "Do not hide. Your fear will eat you. Haunt you. For Ken's sake, I can not let you destroy yourself." His pale hand yanked back as his own eyes widened. Was that it? That was why? For Ken? For the young soccer player he had always had a soft spot for. For the brown eyes that humored him to no end as they ran around stubbing their toes and pricking their fingers. Ken was the reason he was so worried, Omi's safety was a factor. Omi's sanity was a bigger factor, but it was for Ken that made all the difference. Inside, under everything that was Aya, outside past all the walls that he had built to protect himself. He had feelings for the warm hearted idiot boy, and Omi meant something to Ken. Therefore, Omi was equally important. More so then the portion that told him Bombay was necessary to Weiss, Omi was necessary for the shop, to all of them as friend and source of happiness. His ultimate motive had been to offer happiness to Ken. In the only way he could, in the only way he could figure. That was why, why he was suddenly becoming so hard on Omi. He finally figured it out. He had realized he was doing it, but couldn't label the emotion inside that kept forcing him into those positions. Kept separating the boy from Ken, and testing Ken's buttons to see what the boy would do. To see just how much Ken truly cared for Omi. Of course, it was obvious Ken and Omi should not be sexually active inside their hide out but…there was more to it. He was….I am jealous, his mind whispered. His eyes widening further as he continued to stare at Omi's frightened face through the pause. He was jealous, jealous that Ken had chosen Omi, and now. Omi was important to Ken. He could not sit by and let Omi slip into denial and ruin himself, Ken would surely suffer then.

"A-aya-ku-"

He snapped back to reality. "Bombay was not who was raped…" He watched Omi's face inhale in a rigid fashion that nearly passed out. "You were Omi." Blue eyes welling with water before crumpling into the bed sobbing. Thin fingers wringing into the blankets begging him to forgive it, apologizing over and over and over as he stared down before slowly heading towards the door. His violet eyes glancing back at the bare chest and legs he could see in the bed choking into the pillow it had brought to its face to muffle its cries as it rolled over. "I do not hate you Omi." He gripped the door knob. "I envy you."

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