Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Vessel ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Senses heightened from years of working as an assassin meant that Omi went from sleep to fully awake in seconds. Of course it helped that he'd fallen asleep on his keyboard again and wasn't that a too familiar feeling. His mind quickly processed what had woken him. The answer was the silent figure standing in his room.

"Aya-kun? What are you doing in here?" His team mate didn't answer and continued to stare out of his window. Omi shuffled over to him to look as well. Aya's eyes were open but they were blank there was no reaction when he waved his hand in front of his face. Aya suddenly turned, nearly knocking Omi over but paid no heed and walked determinedly out the door as quietly as he had entered. Omi took one quick look out the window and saw nothing unusual, just a short expanse of grass leading to the woods at the back. He shrugged and hurried after the sleepwalking Aya.

The wet grass stained Aya's feet as he walked away from the house but it didn't register. Omi swore softly as he struggled into his shoes and coat and hurried out the door after him. Since when did Aya sleepwalk of all things! Thank God he had been up - he hated to think where his friend would have ended up if he hadn't been here.

Omi nearly stumbled into the back of the older assassin as he suddenly stopped, swaying. Should he shake him awake or didn't people always say that was dangerous? He supposed talking to him again might work but how the hell were you supposed to talk to someone asleep!

"You must be getting cold out here, why don't we go back Aya-kun?"

He didn't reply - no surprise there Omi thought - but continued to sway slightly as he stared out at the tree line. This was really starting to creep him out. For all intents Aya looked wide awake, just a bit out of it, like he was listening to music on a personal stereo. Omi sighed to himself. Why did this have to happen to him, one of the others would have had no hesitation in just slinging the annoying man over their shoulder and dumping him back indoors. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation staring across their 'lawn' to the trees that Aya seemed to find so fascinating. Tendrils of mist were snaking out from among their trunks, fast enough that Omi could see them curling and dancing towards them. He shivered, suddenly cold despite his thick coat. He was so tempted to just go back inside and snuggle back down into his warm bed. The mist was coming in fast, if they didn't go in soon you wouldn't be able to see a damn thing out here.

He paused. It was coming in damn fast. It set his senses prickling, honed by years of dark alleys and fighting for their lives. This was all wrong. He looked up at the stars twinkling in the moonless sky. There was no moon, yet the mist had a faint glow. It was a lot closer now, and it was almost as if he could see shapes in its movements, like hands. Hands reaching out for them, curling round each other as they stretched out.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Omi breathed. This was getting like a clichéd horror film. This had to be a dream. He watched his breath puff out. It was definitely getting colder, just as certainly as that mist was coming for them.

"To hell with this. AYA! Wake up!" Omi grabbed his friend, never mind the risks, this ended now. Aya shook in his grasp but remained firmly in place. "Oh come on Aya-kun, this is no time to be stubborn" he pleaded. Getting no response he started tugging on his arm, trying to drag him indoors. It was like pulling on a statue. The mist was only a couple of feet away now, and hell, those really, really looked like hands. Forget looking stupid he needed help.

"YOHJI-KUN! KEN-KUN! WAKE UP! GET OUT HERE NOW!" Omi screamed at the top of his lungs. Lights flicked on in the house followed by thumps and curses. "OUT HERE! HURRY!"

It was swirling round their feet now, each tendril that brushed against his legs sent a flash of icy numbness up them. He pulled harder on Aya's arm a litany of "hurry, hurry, hurry" running through his head.

"Omi? What are you doing out there?"

"Ken!" Omi cried as he appeared in the doorway, "Help me I can't get Aya to move!"

"Someone better have a damn good reason for waking me up," growled Yohji from behind him.

Aya moaned softly beside Omi, and he looked down to see the mist solidifying around Aya's legs. He cried out in startlement as Aya was roughly jerked forward, tearing him out of his grasp. He grabbed his arm again and dug his heels in. "Don't just stand there idiots! Help me!"

Yohji and Ken ran forward, still confused but moved into action by the choked fear in Omi's voice.

"What on earth's going on?" Yohji complained. <> "No time just grab him!"

Yohji shrugged and decided it would be easier to just grab the annoying bastard than to argue. And nearly lost his balance as something seemed to pull Aya the other way. He got a better hold and yanked Aya to throw him over his shoulder, staggering slightly again as whatever had been holding him stopped resisting.

"Inside now" Omi urged Yohji, the swordsman now hanging there completely limp. Ken had the door held open and was bouncing on the balls of his feet, caught up in the adrenaline rush. Safely inside Omi turned to look behind them, and watched as the mist rolled uncertainly before starting to thin. He wasn't hallucinating but he couldn't completely believe what had just happened. He slammed the door and prayed silently that a certain unresponsive red-head had an explanation for this when he woke up.