Author's Notes: I know this part is kind of confusing, but everything will be explained later. Really.
Warnings: Yaoi (duh) YohjixSchuldich, maybe Omi+Nagi if it amuses me. Violence, language. Post-series, so lots of spoilers.
Disclaimer: Do you really want to sue me? Is it actually worth it?
One Way Mirror
"Severing flesh is much different than cutting bamboo.
I needed to build the mental resolve to kill a moving creature,
lest my mind succumb to the natural repulsion of it
and cause my body to hesitate in battle."
-Kabuki
"Circle of Blood"
Chapter One
I want a cigarette. Which is most annoying. I'm not a smoker, but this guy . . . this guy, he wants one really bad. Which means I want one. Hands twitching to light one. Muscle memories that are not my own. He's trying to quit. How cute. Not anymore he isn't.
The subway car pulls to a lurching stop at the station and the man bolts out of the car, diving for the drink and cigarette vendor. He can't get them fast enough. I can't help but smile. Serves him right. For making me want one. For getting into my head.
I hate the subway.
I need to get home. Back to the others. Nagi and Brad. And that crazy God hating twit.
Though I'm not sure I can make judgements on sanity. Why are there so many smokers? Jesus, Farf annoys me sometimes.
Home sweet . . . well, sweet like blood. That's the little demon God hater. He's in the living room, playing with a knife. Surprise, surprise. And I can feel the static of Brad in the kitchen.
On the phone, of course. I step into the kitchen and lean one shoulder against the door jamb. I watch, blind to his thoughts as always, and unable to track the mind on the other end. I get confused in the sea of voices. If I reach too far I lose myself. I did that once as a child. I've never been able to keep everyone out ever since. When I managed to make my mind crawl back into my body, I had lost a lot of that vital separation. Sometimes I'm surprised I survived my own childhood.
Brad hangs up the phone gently. So controlled. I wonder where Nagi is. "Where's the kid genius?" I should be able to feel him somewhere, even if he wasn't here. It's a mind I know. One I'm comfortable with. Waterlike and quick.
"Sedated."
"Oh." Then light dawns. Processing. Assimilating. "What!?!?!"
"He and Farfarello had a little argument again. I had him take a couple sleeping pills when the windows started to crack." Yeah, drugged sleep does pull people off my radar. Brad says all of this with such a perfect calm. And people call me mean.
"Who was on the phone?"
"Our employer." Ah yes, what's left of Esset. Grand. I was sort of hoping they all drowned. But my luck is . . . no. I did have very good luck then. Almost bought the farm.
"Oh?" I move past him and open the fridge.
"Quick job tonight. It'll give Farfarello a chance to burn off some aggression." He watches me pour a glass of Coke and put the bottle back. I carry it down the hall and ease into Nagi's room. Brad had just dumped him on his bed, shoes and all. Fearless Leader can be so uncaring at times. I set the glass down on his night stand. Brad dosed me with this stuff once. Leaves a terrible taste in your moth. The kid won't mind the soda having been left out. He, for some weird reason, likes it flat and warm. Whatever. I'm not one to insist on normalcy.
I sit at the foot of his bed and start unlacing his shoes. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to take care of him. Maybe he reminds me of myself. It doesn't really matter. I can feel Brad move into the door as I drop Nagi's second shoe onto the floor quietly. I can't read him but I can always tell where he is.
He's just watching me. Whatever floats his boat. I pull the kid's socks off and start easing off that damned school uniform shirt. I'll leave him to sleep in his undershirt.
"You know, I don't understand you."
"Does that annoy you?" I ask as I pull the covers up over Nagi. I sort of hope it does. When I realize he isn't going to answer, I ask the next question. "What don't you understand?" I head towards the door and Brad.
"How you can be so nice to Nagi, and then go out and kill in cold blood. Even enjoy killing."
"You know, for the Fearless Leader, you don't know me very well." Which is odd for you. To not understand.
"Just don't get too attached to people." And he leaves. Enjoy killing. Well, I suppose. In a perverse, self punishing sort of way. Every time I kill I lose a little bit more of myself, and have it replaced with a little bit of a stranger. It's either smile or scream. I guess I've learned to enjoy pain. I need a nap and a cigarette. I hate smokers.
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We turned Farf loose on the milling guards. The rest is easy. Simply stride in; Nagi would keep anyone from leaving, Brad and I would take care of the rest. I'm our best trigger man. Brad is mostly to keep us out of trouble; Nagi never really was one for violence. Aside from those few run-ins with Weiss.
Violence is not Nagi's place. Nor is it Brad's. Brad keeps things moving. I'm the killer here. And Farf will do the jobs I can't or won't.
So now I pull the trigger. Nagi's eyes close. He hates watching. Four total. One down, three to go. I can feel the burn as I shoot. The second goes down, and I burn. It hurts and I smile, seeing his memories. Birthdays, sex, business deals, vacations, favorite food. Third target. The gun jerking. And an echoing shot. That isn't right. It's hard to see past the burn. Another shot. Not my own.
Nagi's mental wail. I jerk around, nailing the last guy as reflex. I don't need the distraction. When the memory haze clears I see Brad aiming a gun at Nagi. Two rounds are buried in the wall by the kid's head. "Brad? What the fuck are you doing!?"
"Orders."
Nagi is wide eyed, too shocked to defend himself. He could have stopped the bullets. Brad continues as he sights the gun. "He turned traitor when he saved Weiss. I have orders to eliminate him."
I can feel something in Nagi's head shake loose. Some vital connection going down. Brad pulls the trigger and I dive for the kid at the same time. Apparently I actually am fast enough to dodge bullets. It's all over in a second. The third round buries itself in the wall and I look up, Nagi pinned under my body. Suddenly I remember Brad's words from earlier. Don't get too attached. I send a thought his way. Not something I usually do. I don't just send it. I ram it down his throat. I make sure it holds all of my hurt, and Nagi's too. That sense of horrid betrayal.
I haul the kid to his feet and bolt for the door.
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Okay then. What to do, what to do? Number one. Get Nagi to stop hyperventilating. I tow him into an ally and slip into his mind. A gentle touch. A slight control. I almost pull back, cut. Where there used to be water now there is something sharp and broken. "Nagi?"
He looks at me, responses slow, eyes blinking. "Why did he do that?" His voice is wavering just like his mind. I guess we know where Nagi's snapping point is.
"I don't have the faintest idea." I pull him into a hug, feeling him cling to me. Well, he's breathing now. Number two. Take him somewhere safe. Number three, kick Brad's head off and give it to the goody two shoe Weiss member to play soccer with.
Some place safe. Goody, goody people. Weiss. Take Nagi to Yohji.
What is my issue. Is insanity catchy? Christ, Yohji. Don't think, just do.
I try to tow him along, but he stumbles and eventually I just give up and scoop him up and carry him.My head hurts.
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It's way too early. Who in their right mind buys flowers at nine a.m.? Cigarette. Must have a cigarette. Man, am I fumbling something fierce this morning. Dropped the lighter, nearly spilled the cigarettes . . .
I really hate the morning shift. I wonder if Omi would notice if I forgot to open the metal shutters and claimed a slow morning. Right, and pigs may fly.
I see a rear end of someone sitting on our door step. If I never forget a pair of ankles, I certainly never forget an ass. Especially one that nice. Up the shutters go. Sometimes I forget about how exotic and sexy Schuldig is.
Though my earlier statement stands true. No one sane buys flowers this early.
I yank open the door. "Schu, what the fuck are you doing here?" Insane he may be, but this is a bit much.
Don't make comments on my sanity. He tips his head up to look at me but doesn't rise. And don't get cute. You aren't some blushing lady I have to stand up for to be polite.
It's about now that I realize he has Nagi asleep in his lap. And the usual dickheaded expression isn't on his face. Aliens sucked up the real Schuldig and left this clone. He's still looking up at me expectantly. Mind helping me out here? Though I will admit he doesn't weigh enough, he's still heavy. He always feels like velvet directly on my brain. I love velvet. I scoop the kid out of his arms and wait for Schuldig to stand. He takes a minute, as if stiff.
Of course I'm stiff. I've been sitting on your freaken door step with him in my lap for the last three hours.
"Why are you here? Are you trying to get us both killed?"
"Yes. That's exactly it. Yohji, where is your brain?" He's moving to the back room. We keep a sofa there. Of course he would know that.
"My brain is still in bed. Why are you here? What wrong with him?" I can't help but rub at my face.
"That's adorable."
"Huh?" I somehow feel traitorous, feeling this unafraid of Schuldig.
"When you rub your face when you're tired. And I should hope you don't fear me. I don't like my sex that kinky."
"Schu, don't be a fuck." Close the metal shutters and figure out what is going on. I have to wake up here.
The store is locked up. "What's going on?" Nagi is laid out on the sofa, dead to the world. Schuldig is sitting on the floor, leaning on the sofa, facing me. Suit coat, shoulder holster and gun all piled up on the floor beside him. His work clothes.
"Bradley is out of his fucking gourd and I didn't know where else to go."
"Elaborate." I wilt to the floor, facing him. Cigarette, I must have a cigarette. Oh nicotine. My sweet friend.
"You sound like you love your cigarettes more than me." He smirks.
"Stop screwing around and answer me."
"Nagi needs a place to stay. Someone that can protect him. Fearless Leader has orders to kill him."
"Why?"
"Because he saved all of you."
Close eyes. Breathe. Remember not to kill him. Remember he's great in bed and not to kill him. "Would you please just give a straight answer?"
"Look, Esset declared him a traitor and now Brad wants him dead. Or something. I stopped Brad, but I need somewhere safe for Nagi to stay."
"So you brought him here?" Okay, I'll admit I don't believe it. The kid can stop speeding trains by looking at them. Why does he need protection?
"Because . . ." And again Schu answers my thought, not my words. I'd complain, but it isn't worth it. "He's . . . a bit off right now."
"Excuse me?"
"Off. Unhinged. Loony. Not home." He pauses. "Hurt." And the smirk leaves Schuldig's face.
I just blink. Too early. I can't extrapolate my right hand from my left right now, let alone things left unsaid.
"Nagi's always been sort of fragile. When Brad turned on him, something broke. He's not dangerous. He's hurt. I need someone to take care of him."
"Oh." I don't think I ever quite realized how much Schu cared for the little runt.
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't think of him like that. If you're mean, what's left will fall apart."
"Oh."
"Christ. Give me a cigarette."
"You don't smoke."
"I do now." Come on . . . I hate it when he does that. It's like mental puppy dog eyes. I hand him a cig and light it for him. He immediately starts coughing. One of the best assassins in the business and he's coughing over a cigarette. It seems wrong somehow. Sit next to him. Pat his back. Right. The things I do . . .
No longer hacking out a lung.
"I wasn't . . ."
"Oh, shut up and relax. Did you get any sleep?"
"Not really."
"Then relax for a few." It can't hurt. Omi won't be down until noon. Nagi seems to be out for the count.
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Ugh. Why am I awake. I shouldn't be awake. Yohji and I never get up early. He's still . . . oh. Oh shit. Hard floor. Who's here. Who's here? Yohji. Nagi, sort of. Someone else . . . the Takatori kid.
And that is definitely a knife at my throat. Step one, open eyes. Okay. Yep, it's him, and he's mad. I can feel it rolling off of him. Step two. There is always a step two. Yohji. "Don't kill me, kid."
"What did you do to Yohji?"
"Huh?" Christ, get your head working. What kind of a reply is that?
"He would never have let you in here!"
But he did. In fact, I think I'm laying on him. Yep, the lump went back to sleep. "I didn't do anything to him."
"Yohji! Yohji!" That's right, kid. Wake him up. That's good. Must remember not to move. The knife is sharp.
"Huh? Wha . . .?" He jerks awake. Bumping me. Yes, the knife is sharp. That is definitely my blood.
"Yohji-kun!"
"What? I'm up." He blinks awake. Don't move or you'll slit my throat. "What do you mean I'll . . . oh." He finally takes stock. How the hell did you stay alive this long?
"Yohji?"
"Ah . . . hi. Put the knife down?" Yeah, I'm all for that. Don't want to buy the farm here.
"What did he do to you, Yohji-kun?"
This had better be good, Kudo, or I will haunt your sorry ass for eternity.
"Nothing." That's good. Move the kid's arm. "I'm fine. Really."
Talk faster. The kid's eyes keep darting to Nagi, who has curled up. I wonder if it's safe to sit up.
"What are they doing here?!" Oh, the kitten has claws. And fangs.
"Omi, calm down."
"No. Answer my question!" Yohji has a good hold on the kid's arm now. Think I can sit up? This cut hurts and I'm bleeding on you.
"Go ahead."
Christ. I'm really bleeding here. Glad I didn't like the shirt much. Just use the sleeve to try and stop the bleeding. "Little kitty has claws." I grin at him.
The kid snarls and tries to break free of Yohji, but Yohji yanks hard and pulls the kid to the floor. "Schuldig, if you try and piss him off, not only will I let him kill you, I'll encourage it. Stop being a jerk."
"Fine." I move back. Out of Omi's immediate range. It's hard to remember that you joined Weiss, but he was its founding member.
"Well, try."
"I promise I'm not trying to pull anything, kid. If I was, would I have fallen asleep on top of this useless lump?" I point at Yohji, smirking.
"I suppose not." He relaxes some. I can feel it. He is dangerous though. Nagi is dangerous, but this kid is a killer. No mincing around for him. He'd kill me in a heart beat.
"Please tell me this wasn't one of the knives with poison on them?" This suddenly occurs to me as I wipe at the blood. It's not really stopping.
"Can't you just pull it out of my head?" He's still pissed.
"I could, but I'm trying not to piss you off." That and I feel a headache coming on. Nagi is like sandpaper scraping at my brain right now.
"It wasn't poisoned."
"Oh good." Then Nagi decides to start waking up. Just great. All thee of us look at him. I reach out the unbloody hand and touch his forehead. Smoothing his hair back. If I touch him I can get into his head without letting my shields down. I don't want to let them down. Omi is really mad at me. I gently ease my way into the shattered glass of his mind and send him back to sleep. I don't need him waking up and seeing me bleeding.
Time to ease free.
Oh, that hurt. Caught on one of his new sharp edges. I must have winced. Yohji reaches out to touch me. Steady me. It feels good. I could definitely use some steadying and good shot of whisky. "Can we all agree not to kill each other?" Nagi is giving me a headache. It's so hard to block out those I'm attached to. Even this lump of kitten known as Yohji Kudou.
"I'm going to get Ken," Omi states. Man he is pissed. I can feel it through my shields.
"Do you have to?" Great, Yohji is whining. Just let him. I'm leaving Nagi here. He'll have to have some sort of explanation. And don't piss the kid off more than he already is. "Oh, fine."
Omi huffs off, leaving me with Yohji. I sag onto the sofa at Nagi's feet. Careful, no skin contact. My head hurts. My neck hurt. My sleeve is sticky with blood. I am way over stressed here. That never works well. Yohji is watching the doorway Omi left through. Pay attention to me. I'm the one who just had his life turned upside down.
Oh Christ. I'm whining. My head hurts. Get his attention. Touch him. Take what he can give. Comfort.
He moves back to me. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I feel like such a child, following as he tows me to the bathroom and pushes me onto the closed toilet lid. My head hurts. I hate it. Once it starts, I can't stop it. It just gets worse. "Get that shirt off. It's a mess."
"Huh?"
"Schu, pull yourself together. Take that shirt off. It's ruined anyway." What's he doing? Reach out. Touch someone. Right, a first aid kit. My throat. Take the shirt off. I can't stop the shiver.
Why am I so jittery? God, Nagi still feels like glass, even asleep. I wish I could block him out. Yohji. Cigarettes, linen, and cutting wire. That's Yohji.
He dabs at my neck with alcohol. I jerk away. Christ, I should be able to sit still here. My head hurts. He slips a hand behind my neck so I can't pull away. "Well, I think it'll stop bleeding altogether once I get a bandage over it." He crouches down in front of me. Tips my head up. Bandages, right.
Soccer boy and Omi are in the doorway glaring. My head hurts. "Here, put this on."
"Huh?"
"It's one of my T-shirts. Put it on. You need to wear something."
Ah. Right. Shirt on. Now . . . make your brain work . . . blink at them. Right.
"Schu, what is your problem?"
I blink at him, too. I'm slipping. My head hurts. I wish it would stop. "My head hurts."
"Were you hit on the head?" Yohji. Right. Feeling to see if I was hit.
"No . . . I . . ." I can't think. What happened?
"Up here. Tell me up here. It's easier." He taps my head.
"Huh?" My head hurts.
"Why?"
Nagi . . . I can hear him, like sandpaper and broken glass. It hurts.
"Why don't you block him out?" He's still crouched in front of me. It's hard to focus. I want to touch him. He feels nice.
You're worried? Why? I can't let go of his hand. Putting him between me and everyone else.
"Because you are falling apart and Nagi is out cold on our sofa."
Right. Nagi. Can you take care of him? He won't hurt any of you. He doesn't like violence.
"I'll watch out for him."
Right. Right. Brad. I have to go see Bradley. I'm mad at him.
"Schu . . ."
What?! I'm mad at you.
"Schu . . .?"
No. Wait, Omi is. Omi's mad at you? At me? I can't tell. I have to go. Someone out front wants flowers. And . . . I have to go. Right, stand up. Walk. Omi tries to stop me. Why am I here? Don't touch me. "Don't touch me." He's angry and it burns through my skin, down to my bone. I look down, make sure I still have skin.
Get past Ken. Why am I here?! He was mad at me too. Push past him. Have to touch him. Someone out side is driving too fast. They are going to be late. He's not mad anymore. Why? Why aren't you mad at me too?
Wait for an answer, but he's moving away. And the noise is moving in to take his place. People. They replace him. Too many. My head hurts . . .
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He's lost it. Completely lost it. And I just stand here like an idiot as he tries to leave. I can only move after he folds to the floor at Ken's feet. Thank God Ken caught him before he cracked his head on the floor.
"He asked why I wasn't mad at him anymore." Ken sounds bewildered. I feel bewildered and Omi is glaring. This day is hell. I should have stayed in bed.
"Well, let me get him to bed and we can talk about this." I scoop Schu up. He's heavy, but not as heavy as he should be for his height. "Don't kill me yet, Omi." I don't wait to see what they will say. Just march Schu up the stairs to my room. "You had better appreciate this, you slacker."
Boy, am I glad I got myself a double bed; I can drop Nagi up here too. I feel like shelter. Stray Schwarz here. Adopt. Be kind. Take one home.
So let's see. Shoes and socks off. Then the perpetual sunglasses and head band. We all have our trademarks. Hmmm . . . someone coming. It's Ken.
"Hey. Omi still want me dead?"
"No, just to maim you."
"That's better." Belt and pants next. Ken steps over to the bed. Thank God Schu is wearing nice normal black boxers today. Okay, now straighten him out so he doesn't wake up stiff with twisted muscles. Nothing worse than sleeping on something funny. Except sleeping alone. I think that's worse. What the hell is Ken staring at?
"You two are sleeping together, aren't you." Well, that's it. I'm dead.
"Actually, no. If you'll notice, he's in bed, and I'm standing here, quite awake." I force a smile. I'm very good at those.
"You know what I mean. You two are lovers."
"I'm not sure I'd go that far." As the British say . . . in for a penny . . . "That would imply strong affection. We go more for the casual screw." He looks offended. I'm not sure what gets him more, finding me "in bed" with the enemy, or the idea of casual sex. "How did you guess?"
"Yohji, do I really look that stupid?" I look up from where I'm tucking the sheet and blanket up over Schu.
"When did I ever give you the idea I thought you were stupid?"
"It's obvious you two are lovers. You were taking care of him. Saved him from Omi. Carried him to YOUR bed. I'm not unobservant, you know." He's right.
"I think maybe I'm unobservant." Okay, I admit it. If I had thought about it a little, maybe I was behaving too familiar with Schu. Well, no one has ever accused me of being the brainy one. That's Omi's job. "I'm going to get Nagi."
"What?!"
"I promised Schu I would take care of the kid."
"When?!" He's trailing me like an indignant puppy.
"Earlier. Right before he completely snapped."
"He didn't even ask you to!"
"Ken, he's a telepath. Just 'cause you didn't hear it, doesn't mean he didn't ask."
"Just go get the kid and give Omi an explanation before he murders you horribly."
"You said he didn't want me dead anymore."
"There is still time for him to change his mind." He has a very good point there. Going to get Nagi now. Right now.
Must get past Omi. Man, that kid has a mean glare. "Omi, I promise you can grill me all you want once I get the kid in bed."
"Yohji, are you crazy?!"
"Most likely." I skirt past him and scoop Nagi up off the sofa and head back up the stairs with him. Back to my room, where Ken is still staring at Schu like he's going to get up and shoot someone any second now. A bit paranoid, but not wholly unreasonable. "Eh, Ken-kun, could you get the spare blanket out of my closet?" This kid is too light. Don't they feed him? I think the trick here is to set him down on top of the covers. My going theory is that he and Schu shouldn't touch. Mainly 'cause Schu told Ken not to touch him. I'm figuring there must have been a reason. I don't pretend to get it, but now is not the time to question. Now is the time to put Nagi to bed and then hope Omi doesn't kill me.
I just settle Nagi onto the bed and take the blanket from Ken. After I shake it out, I go to lay it over Nagi.
"Are you just going to leave him to sleep in his clothes?" Ken snatches the blanket from me.
"Maybe?"
"You can strip the telepath to his underwear, but you can't take this kid's shirt off." He pushes me out of the way. "Yohji, have I ever told you that you can be a real wuss?" Before I can think of a comeback he has the boy's shoes and shirt off. Then the blanket tucked in around him.
"Ken . . ."
"Oh, shut up and come on." I am being towed to my death. What fun. Did that sound like sarcasm?
We troop out of my apartment, down the stairs and into the back room of the flower shop. Omi has three mugs of tea waiting. Bless him even if he is pissed at me.
I settle and take a sip of the tea. "Okay. Ask what you will. I'll answer what I can."
Ken, of course, jumps on this like a starving man on white rice. "When did you start sleeping with him and how drunk were you?!"
"About four months ago and very drunk."
Omi just spit his tea out everywhere. "You're WHAT!?!"
I look down, hoping he won't stab me in the eye. "I'm sleeping with Schuldig."
He sets his tea mug down with a decisive thunk. "Why?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time?" I look up hopefully.
"While you where drunk."
"Yes?"
Ken has at this point backed firmly up to the counter and isn't getting involved.
"And the times after that?" Omi has settled his elbows on the table and propped his head up with his hands. It looks deceptively endearing. If he puts on a cute little smile he could commit murder in broad daylight. I'm so screwed.
"Seemed like a good idea?"
He's rolling his eyes at me. "A better reason, Yohji-kun. Please?"
"He's really great in bed?"
"Yohji-kun, please stop asking for my approval. I'm not going to kill you."
"You sure?"
"Of course. Then I would have to break in someone new. It's hard enough without Aya."
Damn, I'm good. Changed the subject like a pro. He did half the work . . .
"Now stop trying to change the subject."
So close. "I wasn't trying to . . ."
"Yes, you were. Why are you really with Schuldig? Are you two actually dating?" Now he almost sounds like he wants to gossip.
"I like him. We aren't dating. But it's not like we're enemies anymore. Not really." That sounds weak even to my own ears.
"Right. You're not dating him." Then would be Ken's irritating two yens worth.
"In all honesty, I really don't care that much what you do with him as long as he doesn't endanger us. But don't expect me to like him. What I really want to know is what is going on to make him come running to us."
I have to think about how to phrase this. "Several reasons." He's waiting for them. "A) Schu trusts me." Omi rolls his eyes, pointing out without words that I should really stop pointing out the obvious. "B) We are the only people that have ever irritated that asshole Crawford and lived to tell about it."
"Nice to know you don't like all of them."
"God, Ken. Shut up." Great, now he's laughing at me. I hope he snorts his drink up his nose and chokes. "C) We owe Nagi our lives." There is the kicker. Applying to Omi's sense of honor. He really does have one. It just doesn't come out a lot. This is not to say that he isn't a nice guy. Because he is. It's just that he cares about the team and the job more than being nice.
Oh, their eyes are bugging a little. It becomes clear to me that they never really thought about why we didn't drown in the rubble.
"And how does that work?" Ken sits at the table between Omi and I.
"He used his powers to float us all to the surface. And on to shore."
"Are you sure of that?" Omi's healthy skepticism.
"Yes. I was still conscious. Barely, mind you, but enough to remember what happened. He very definitely did save us."
"Why would he do that?" A valid question, Ken.
"Apparently he hates violence and he thought there had been enough death."
"He's an assassin."
"So are you. Do you like killing?" Okay, that was a bit cruel of me, but it won't do to have Ken thinking Nagi a monster when it isn't true.
I can tell, though. Omi will give in. And for now that's all I need.
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