How Similar we are.
Early, he was always up early. Why was he always up so early?
It was five in the morning, the sun was just coming over the top
of the buildings in a brilliant array of color and Omi was watching
it's display.
It was his time alone, that was why he got up so early. He needed
to sit, have his tea and watch things go by for awhile. Everyday
things ended in his life. And new things began. Nothing except
change was eternal. It was good to see that the sun would
come up each day. And see that the busses drove past his apartment
each and every day, it was good to see some things that wouldn't
change. Things that most of all, wouldn't end.
"Too many things end, too many things ending by my hands."
Omi took a sip out of his cup and frowned to himself in though.
At six he would go down stairs and make breakfast, at ten after
six Aya would be up and would join him for breakfast. Ken would
get up at eight and open the shop, Yohji would crawl out of bed
asking for coffee some time this afternoon, he had been out last
evening. Omi had not known when he had gotten back, he went to
bed at seven thirty, couldn't watch what was on the television
and had no homework to do. He sighed, he had gotten through another
school week and it was Saturday today. Having no plans what so
ever. He never did, weekends were most of the time spent with
the team. And doing something besides ending lives. It was kens
turn to plan the outing on Sunday, most likely they would go for
a hike or play some soccer. Omi loved it when Ken planned things.
He didn't really like Yohjis outings. and Ayas were almost non
existent. Aya would rent a movie and buy pop corn, that was it.
Omi sighted and picked his feet up, moving off the deck and into
the room. Ken was fast asleep in the bed next to his, he always
slept the same way, his one leg and one arm over the left side
of the bed and his face halfway burred in the pillow drooling.
Omi smiled at him and leaving the curtains shut so he could sleep
in he exited the room.
The building was quiet, it always was in the mornings. Omi
took the stairs slowly and worked his way into the bathroom.
He wouldn't have a shower today, he had soaked in a bath the night
before. He turned on the light and began brushing his golden
blond hair. His reflection looked like that of a happy somewhat
cute blond boy, with big joyful blue eyes. And in part it was
true. But the mask he put on to hide himself from everyone was
happiness. He couldn't live without that mask. He wore it so often
it became a part of him like his second skin. He was the mask
and the more he killed the more hollow he became. He could tell
this, it disturbed him to think about what would happen ten
years from now If he kept at this pace. He shuttered as he placed
the cap back on the tooth paste. He still placed it back on even
though he knew Ken would just leave it off anyway after he was
done using it. He flashed his grin one last time in the mirror
and turned the light back off as he left the room. Moving into
the kitchen he sat down at the table and picked up yesterdays
news paper. Nothing worth reading about. Nothing but hurtful
things he had already been involved with, he sighed and looked
around in the kitchen for something to start breakfast with.
Opening the refrigerator he picked out the eggs and milk. frowning
thoughtfully, pancakes or Omelets? He smiled to him self getting
the beater and his apron out. Omelets.
Taking out a pan and spraying it with pam and turned on the burner.
He put the beaters away, they made to much noise for this early
in the morning, and for his liking. He took out a whisk and began
to beat the eggs and small bit of milk, humming to himself.
Lowering bacon carefully in the other pan and it began to sizzle
and smell so good, he placed the eggs off to the side and began
to cut the green peppers Ken had bought yesterday, he like them
in his omelet and Aya would eat anything so...
Sniffing from the strong smell of the pepper he placed them into
the eggs and began to arrange plates out on the table. After setting
the table the bacon was cooked to perfection. He took it out
of the pan with the tongs and placed it on paper towel to suck
most of the grease off of the strips, then began to cut them
into small pieces and placed the bacon into the egg also, he turned
on the other burner and after letting it warm for a few seconds
he placed some of the mixture on it's hot surface. It cackled
and began to cook. He smiled as he sliced the cheddar and took
the lid off of the pan to look at it's contents. flipping the
omelet over and placing the cheese on the other side. Putting
the lid back on to melt it for a few seconds. He then took it
out of the pan folding it in on it's self he placed a plate on
the table and repeated the process until he had three rather large
plates of omelet set on the table. Yohji-Kun would not be up for
breakfast. And would most likely not eat lunch either. Omi sat
himself down at the table and looked at the clock.
It was twenty after six, Where was Aya? Omi sighed and began taking
his apron off .
He Picked up his fork and raised it to his mouth, he then sighed
placing the steaming forkful of egg back down. He really was not
that hungry after all.
Omi closed his eyes and lay his head back over the heading of
the chair, the sun was coming in and it hit him straight on through
the window located just above the sink. He smiled as it warmed
his skin. It was going to be a beautiful day.
Ken woke with a start and Felt for the bruise at the back of
his head that was now crusted dried blood that rubbed off onto
his hands and back of his neck as he touched it, he flinched.
He then gasped, everything Coming back to him.
"Aya! Aya-kun!" Throwing the blankets off and racing
to the door he rushed out of the room, memories of last nights
events still fresh. Hooded, slim and hooded, dark. Blood and Ayas
quick gasps of pain but nothing else. Not a scream, no moans,
no nothing. Just Ayas gasps and blood, there was so much blood.
He remembered it spraying across his face. Shaking his head
he raced down the hall towards Ayas door.
"Ken-Kun? What are you doing up so early?" Ken Didn't
stop to answer Omis request. He felt the door, his hands slipped
off of it with sweat.
"Damn," He cursed as his hands shook and sweat allowed
the door handle to slip through his grasp.
"Aya!" Ken kicked the door and dried his hands off
on his shorts. He then with great concentration took hold of the
door handle and turned it with all his might. It was locked, from
the inside!
"What's going on Ken?" Omi climbed the stairs and
took kens shoulder, attempting to calm him down.
"Aya, Omi Aya... He's hurt." Ken felt urgency rush
through his blood, no time to explain! He began to get a run
at the door, he would break the door down!
"Ken! Shut the Hell up! You ignorant ass hole!" Yohji
Opened the door of his room and looked like he had just gotten
up, his eyes squinting he glared at ken. Ken ran all his force
into the door and flung backwards landing on his Bottom three
feet from the door panting and shaking he felt the tear run
down his cheek.
"Slow down Ken, what about Aya?" Omi Knelt at down at
kens side and ken took in a beep breath of air.
"It's most likely just a dream." Yohji scuffed at
the floor and crossed his arms displeased with being woke up
this early.
"Shut up and let Ken talk Yohji!" Omi stood ken up and
Ken glared at Yohji,
"Last night, I heard a sound coming from Ayas room. I thought
it very strange it was like he was having troubles breathing and
his breaths were short and quick. But as I listened in the door
I heard voices. They weren't Ayas voice and they were too quiet
to hear, but I opened the door and there were three hooded figures
standing there, Aya was held upwards by some force, I could see
he was held up, there was blood everywhere and his whole body
was limp. Before I could do anything,They hit me over the head
and I went out." Yohji gave a chuckle when Ken was finished
with his story,
"Just a dream Kid! This place is house to four assassins,
do you think someone would be able to get in here without waking
someone? Quietly enough to get it by me? I'm a light sleeper you
know," Omi could of laughed at Yohji saying he was a light
sleeper, but Yohji continued:
"Now go back to bed and don't worry about Aya, he's a big
boy, he can take care of himself." Yohji went to walk away,
Ken snapped at Yohjis calmness and low tone, this had happened!
Before Omi could stop him Ken caught Yohjis shoulder and twirled
him around whacking his lower jaw and sending his head to snap
back.
"You what to play with his life! Ass hole! You can! But
I want to see if he's ok." Ken slammed himself into the door
once more and Yohji, after feeling his jaw and placing it back
into joint pushed ken aside with a grunt. He had realized Ken
was not kidding.
"Fine. Meat-head, I'll do it, but I'm not going to be the
one blamed for breaking Ayas door!" He took one run at the
door and it came down with a crash.
Omi looked away feeling his stomach twirl at the site of Ayas
room. Ken rushed in to kneel by Aya. Yohji stood there for a
few seconds ( Time taking to sink into his tiered mind), before
letting the door that he had been holding up, drop to the ground.
"How?" Yohji Forced himself to take a step into the
room. It was as Ken had described it. there was blood everywhere.
The red shutters on the window cast red shadows over everything
making the room look strangely serene. And the blood that was
dripping down the walls seemed black and inhumanly, like a painting.
Aya lay in his bed which was covered with small red splatters
of blood on his sheets and covers he looked so perfect and motionless
he could of been there forever, enchanted, the room felt that
way. And yet the blood splatters and obvious destruction of Ayas
belonging didn't bother Yohji. Ayas red hair plastered to his
forehead with sweat. His breathing was as Ken described, short
quick gasps and his teeth as his fists were clenched. Ken picked
his head up and Yohji saw him opened his Dark Red eyes and whisper
something to Ken. Ken took his friends hand Squeezing it,
"Aya! Aya!" and even though Ayas eyes went blank,
Ken shook the man. He was dripping now, his tears were staining
Ayas already bloody face.
"How." Was all Yohji could think. Omi came up behind
him and he could hear the birds singing outside. The room was
red. The blood was not. how strange.
"This is not right, Something about this... it's ire."
Omi felt it too. it was like...
"Like Schuldig! Schuldig and his dirty mind games!"
Omi wheeled around looking to every corner of the room. furiously
searching for something.
"This is like him reaching into your mind, taking what he
needs and leaving what he wants, ire and yet peacefully reassuring!"
Omis Teeth were clenched as he spat out the Germans name with
as much hate as he could muster. Yohji had never heard him speak
with so much hate.
"Schuldig! I will get you!" Omi whispered to himself
shaking.