Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kruez, however this fic is %100 mine!
Bleeding Angle
Omi sat at his desk typing. The lamp light above him flickered and Omi's attention was drawn to the lamp. He sighed. "I guess it needs a new light bulb." He said. He rose from his chair and walked to the door. He thought maybe he should turn on the light and not use his computer light but he decided against it. He left the room long enough to grab a light bulb. While he was gone a figure materialized from behind the curtain. And evil smile curled the figures lips. The figure played with something in its pocket. "Oh little angel come out! Come out!" It hissed. The door to the dark room flew open as Omi entered with a new light bulb in his hand. He walked over to his desk and unscrewed the old light bulb and inserted the new one. He made sure it was tightly screwed into the socket before he turned to throw the old light bulb in the trashcan near his desk. However as he tossed it into the trashcan a white cloth was shoved into his face, covering his nose and mouth. Omi struggled as he tried to hold his breath against whatever was wet against his face. His efforts were futile as his lungs screamed for air. Omi surrendered and took in a deep breath of the sweet smell of ether. His eyelids drooped and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
* * *
"Morning!" Ken said as Yoji entered the kitchen. "Hump!" Yoji grunted as he sat in the wooden kitchen chair. "Well good morning to you to!" Ken said. Yoji looked around the kitchen but said nothing. He had noticed that Aya and Omi were not present. Ken turned the knob on the sink and warm water spilled out. He filled the coffee pot and paced a filter in the top. He turned the coffee maker on and sat next to Yoji at the table. "Where are Omi and Aya?" Yoji inquired. "Aya is visiting his sister, and Omi I suppose is asleep." Ken said waving his hand. "That's odd seeing as how Omi is always up before you and me." Yoji commented. "Yeah, your right. I'm sure he'll be down eventually! You know chibi!" Ken said taking a sip of the coffee he had brewed before Yoji had come down stairs. "I've got to deliver some roses to a High School for a Formal! So I have to leave! Take care of thing would you?" Ken asked dumping the last of his coffee into the sink. "Yeah. Not a problem." Yoji yawned and laid his head down on the table. Ken sighed. Yoji had obviously been out partying again. It showed in his attitude and he had small bags under his eyes. Ken turned and left the kitchen. He gathered his roses and took the small delivery van. Yoji heard Ken pull out of the driveway. He lifted his head. Everything was a blur to him. The whole evening seamed to be a rainbow of melted crayon wax in his memory. He did however remember spending time with a lovely young lady. He tried to recall her name. "I think it was Ayumi." He muttered. He rested his head in his hands. As he did this he noticed something on his hand. It was green ink. "JACKPOT!" Yoji shouted looking at the writing on his hand. "Takaji Ayumi phone number 254-1545." He read out loud. Maybe the evening was not a total waste after all. "Omi! Hey Omi come hear a sec!" Yoji called down stairs from the kitchen. He waited for a reply but none came. "HEY OMI!" Yoji stamped his foot and marched down to the basement where Omi slept. "OMI!" Yoji knocked on the door impatiently. There was no reply. "OMI!" Yoji forced the door open. He stopped dead in his tracks. There was blood everywhere. Blood stained the carpet, it stained Omi's white sheets and his curtains, his desk chair was covered in blood and the computer screen had blood splotches all over. Yoji backed back and bumped the door. He felt a sharp prick between his shoulder blade and spun around. There was a message attached by a nail on the door. It said;
The Angel Bleeds
Bleeding Angle
Omi sat at his desk typing. The lamp light above him flickered and Omi's attention was drawn to the lamp. He sighed. "I guess it needs a new light bulb." He said. He rose from his chair and walked to the door. He thought maybe he should turn on the light and not use his computer light but he decided against it. He left the room long enough to grab a light bulb. While he was gone a figure materialized from behind the curtain. And evil smile curled the figures lips. The figure played with something in its pocket. "Oh little angel come out! Come out!" It hissed. The door to the dark room flew open as Omi entered with a new light bulb in his hand. He walked over to his desk and unscrewed the old light bulb and inserted the new one. He made sure it was tightly screwed into the socket before he turned to throw the old light bulb in the trashcan near his desk. However as he tossed it into the trashcan a white cloth was shoved into his face, covering his nose and mouth. Omi struggled as he tried to hold his breath against whatever was wet against his face. His efforts were futile as his lungs screamed for air. Omi surrendered and took in a deep breath of the sweet smell of ether. His eyelids drooped and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
* * *
"Morning!" Ken said as Yoji entered the kitchen. "Hump!" Yoji grunted as he sat in the wooden kitchen chair. "Well good morning to you to!" Ken said. Yoji looked around the kitchen but said nothing. He had noticed that Aya and Omi were not present. Ken turned the knob on the sink and warm water spilled out. He filled the coffee pot and paced a filter in the top. He turned the coffee maker on and sat next to Yoji at the table. "Where are Omi and Aya?" Yoji inquired. "Aya is visiting his sister, and Omi I suppose is asleep." Ken said waving his hand. "That's odd seeing as how Omi is always up before you and me." Yoji commented. "Yeah, your right. I'm sure he'll be down eventually! You know chibi!" Ken said taking a sip of the coffee he had brewed before Yoji had come down stairs. "I've got to deliver some roses to a High School for a Formal! So I have to leave! Take care of thing would you?" Ken asked dumping the last of his coffee into the sink. "Yeah. Not a problem." Yoji yawned and laid his head down on the table. Ken sighed. Yoji had obviously been out partying again. It showed in his attitude and he had small bags under his eyes. Ken turned and left the kitchen. He gathered his roses and took the small delivery van. Yoji heard Ken pull out of the driveway. He lifted his head. Everything was a blur to him. The whole evening seamed to be a rainbow of melted crayon wax in his memory. He did however remember spending time with a lovely young lady. He tried to recall her name. "I think it was Ayumi." He muttered. He rested his head in his hands. As he did this he noticed something on his hand. It was green ink. "JACKPOT!" Yoji shouted looking at the writing on his hand. "Takaji Ayumi phone number 254-1545." He read out loud. Maybe the evening was not a total waste after all. "Omi! Hey Omi come hear a sec!" Yoji called down stairs from the kitchen. He waited for a reply but none came. "HEY OMI!" Yoji stamped his foot and marched down to the basement where Omi slept. "OMI!" Yoji knocked on the door impatiently. There was no reply. "OMI!" Yoji forced the door open. He stopped dead in his tracks. There was blood everywhere. Blood stained the carpet, it stained Omi's white sheets and his curtains, his desk chair was covered in blood and the computer screen had blood splotches all over. Yoji backed back and bumped the door. He felt a sharp prick between his shoulder blade and spun around. There was a message attached by a nail on the door. It said;
The Angel Bleeds