Omi no Kiken
by Vanessa S. Quest
Disclaimer- I still don't own Weiss, still have no orgy, and still want to (own Weiss and have an orgy of WK characters). ^_^
A/N: This has me so excited; I am almost at the beginning of the middle! . Damn Kasra! Making me have several projects at once! NOW I need to start a Kyou fic so I can hope for an AMV! Wah! No fair. ^_^ *cough*FREEFANSERVICE*cough*
What would happen if Omi met the Takatori clan before he was destined to kill them?
And what would happen if he didn't believe a word they said?
What would happen if Aya did. if Aya found out Omi was a Takatori before Omi knew?
Would Weiss stay the same? Would Omi kill his brothers or turn?
Anyway you look at it. Weiss just got one more complication to add into the mix.
WEISS! Omi no Kiken- Part 4 Itami to Nageki
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Omi woke up with his hands tied tightly behind his back as a damp cool compress cloth grazed his temple.
"Nnn." He began blinking his eyes open, his head spinning. "Doko ni. Watashi doko ni?"
"Mamoru! You're awake!" Masafumi smiled, he removed the cloth and sat Omi up from the bed.
"NANI?! Where am I! Let me go!" His face was small steps between terror, panic, and rage, brow furrowed, mouth slightly open to allow panting, nostrils flared.
"Hirofumi, perhaps we should have sent Schreient, they wouldn't have manhandled him so much."
Hirofumi smiled, "Brother, Anichuu. he's here and he's unharmed. Mamoru is just flustered."
"Who ARE you people? Why do you keep calling me that name?! My name is Tsukiyono Omi! TSUKIYONO OMI!" His voice trilled as he shouted his name with emphasis.
"Perhaps the people who took you renamed you that, but you are by birth and by BLOOD a Takatori."
Omi gasped, "What. no. you're lying!"
Masafumi looked at Hirofumi, "We should tell him, see if it jogs back any memories."
"Alright. Mamoru, do you remember being taken- kidnapped as a child?"
He contemplated, "I. don't remember anything from my childhood. wh.why would you. how. Wait! Why am I telling you anything! You've kidnapped me!"
Hirofumi grabbed Omi's arms, "No! We saved you! We're your brothers, we love you!"
"If you haven't kidnapped me then why did your goons attack me and WHY am I tied up in a place I most certainly don't wish to be at?"
Masafumi looked the boy over, "Mamoru. Omi. Hirofumi tied you up to make sure you wouldn't try to leave without hearing us out. we'll untie you once you listen. Alright?"
Omi's eyes narrowed. "Let me go. You could have come in and talked to me instead of stalk and kidnap me. Let me go now and I won't get police involved." Omi bluffed knowing perfectly well that being in Weiss meant there would be no police involvement.
Schuldig smiled, coming from the dark corner in the room. "He's bluffing you know. He wouldn't go to the police, and smartly so. These are after all Takatoris; do you possibly think the police would listen to some impertinent kid off the streets? This is Aristocracy, you should only wish to be a part of noble blood- and here you HAVE it, many would kill to be in that spot." He added with a smirk. //Perhaps you have. No, katzchen?//
Omi's eyes shrank. "You. how are you. in my head."
"SCHULDIG! Enough, we need to speak with him. Your involvement is finished, now leave."
Schuldig bowed to Hirofumi, "If you insist." He smiled a down right sinister smile that would make sane people's blood go cold. Luckily Hirofumi's blood was far from warm and paid it no heed.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Oniisan, I don't agree with this at all! We should untie him not strike him! He will not remember like this! Oniisan! Listen to me! I'm a doctor I know about this sort of thing!"
Hirofumi struck Omi again, "Stop IGNORING me Mamoru! I'm your brother, you used to ride on my back. you were kidnapped while I was away at school."
Omi's eyes flinch closed, trying to remember anything from his childhood, anything that could disprove this madman! Convince him to let him go. Though the more he thought about it the more he realized if he wasn't Mamoru he was going to be killed. unless he could stall until the rest of Weiss found him.
Masafumi leaned near Omi's face, "Mamoru, do you remember. mother. the house near the lake? You used to play with me by the lake." He patted Omi's face. "That was two years before you were taken. You were very young then. I was 16 and almost out of high school, you were six. do you remember that Mamoru?"
Omi's eyes went blank. "I. I. no. It's just a coincidence. no. let me go. Untie me and let me go!"
Hirofumi cut into his reverie, "You do remember! It was summer time. It was in the summer, we would go to the summer home and I would be home from school. Father had just moved everybody in a week before school let out, and when I came home you ran towards me. but you fell."
"No . no no no nonononono! I don't remember this. I'm not a Takatori. no! No I am Tsukiyono Omi!!" He began sobbing.
"Why are you trying to erase us Mamoru? We loved you, love you. We never stopped believing in you, that you survived. You were kidnapped and father told us you were dead."
".nonononononoTsukiyononononononono." Masafumi looked into Omi's eyes.
"Hirofumi, we must stop. Even if for a little bit; if you keep pressuring him he'll go into shock. He is showing classic signs of PTSD- I've told you about this. Warned you. We MUST stop, think of otouto's health."
Hirofumi looked over Omi. "You're right Masafumi. We'll leave him here to rest, and in a couple of hours we'll pick this back up."
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Hirofumi slipped onto his balcony smoking his cigar, he drew out a long exhale of smoke and slowly inhaled another gasp of burnt tobacco mixed with cloves. 'He must remember! He must. I know it's him. It has to be, he's just shutting us out, but why?'
Masafumi returned to Omi with a sandwich and drink in hand. "You must be hungry Mamoru, I made a salami and cheese sandwich just how you liked it."
Omi glared at him, "Even if I AM the same person as you think- your baby brother. from. a lifetime ago. why would I still like the same foods? .If. if you love Mamoru. me so much. why don't you just UNTIE me. where could I run? My arms are getting sore, I'm in the top floor of some elitist building and unless I can fly I doubt I'd be able to get away, plus my legs have fallen asleep. Come on and untie me. Please."
Masafumi smiled and patted Omi on the head.
".Please." He continued his voice filled with a new level of desperation. "Please!" Tears forming around his eyes as he screamed, "PLEASE!"
Masafumi pushed Omi back into a laying position and walked away.
"PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME! PLEASE!" He sniffled as tears ran rampant down his broken face, whimpering as Masafumi's distance grew, "please. please. please."
Masafumi covered his face; it hurt so bad to make Mamoru cry like that. No one else could ever do that to him, in fact all those other children, the screams and knowing their pain could never match what he felt in loss, what his brother had to have gone through. it made him smile a superior smile because he, they, the Takatoris were stronger than those low-blooded bastards.
"Please let me go home! Please!" Omi leaned his face over, letting the bed absorb his tears and hide his dead face.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Hirofumi threw his cigar over the edge, still lit. A small part of him hoped it would land on some alcohol-soaked vagrant and kill them. He turned to walk back inside seeing his distraught brother.
"Masafumi?"
"Hirofumi.I hate doing this to him, him speaking to us. like we're lowly criminals here to hurt him. I know he remembers something, he has to, maybe just of the kidnapping alone, but. still. he has to remember something."
"We'll return Mamoru to us, I promise brother." He looked up, the tiredness fading.
"Can we just break him of this now. it hurts so much to hear pain in his voice and see it in his eyes."
He nodded, "I know. I understand completely, it kills me to do this to him."
As the two brothers walk back towards the guest bedroom, a clock reads 21:45.
"Mamoru, you will listen to me." Hirofumi's voice stern. "If you will not listen to reason, you will listen to discipline. It pains me to do so, but this was how each of us was raised and I can think of nothing else to make you remember. I am confident this will work." He opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of tough leather most likely used as a shoehorn, if not that then a flog.
Upon the first strike to Omi's chest he contemplated this Hirofumi as being a master flogger, instead of an innocent holder of a shoehorn. Omi began to tuck into a curled position.
Masafumi helped Omi sit up. Though Omi didn't see it as very helpful as he really would prefer the fetal position at this point.
Hirofumi struck Omi in the stomach again, this time Omi crumpled to the floor. He lowered his flog. "Mamoru, are you alright?"
"Tsuki.yono.Omi."
His eyes focused a strong glare and he took off his belt. "Right, then. Masafumi lift his arms and stand him up. He won't drop once we fix him to the ceiling."
Masafumi nodded, his face blank as he did so but upon closer inspection Omi saw tears at his eyes.
"This pains me Mamoru, this pains Hirofumi and I as much if not more than you."
Using his belt as a loop, Hirofumi attached the ropes around Omi's wrists to a bar that doubled as a torture rack in the ceiling. He hoisted Omi up several inches and tied the rope off.
Instinctively Omi stood on the tips of his toes knowing this was about to get VERY sore.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Swinging hard into Omi's stomach, Hirofumi followed a mantra, "Remember me Mamoru!"
"My name is. Omi!"
Another snap made its way across his well past bruised skin.
"Remember me Mamoru?"
"Iia."
Snap!
"EEEEEEEEEEE'!" Omi groaned, his feet buckling below him. Masafumi held his hand in front of Hirofumi to pause the attack.
"Mamoru, can you stand still?" His voice was full of compassion for someone beating Omi so senselessly.
"Iia, my name is Omi." His vision was fading into unconscious black. Or so he thought as the room literally turned black. "E?"
He looked around, "What's. happening.?" His mind answering his own question and gave him a smirk, 'Weiss!'
Omi's face returned to a solemn expression as Hirofumi left for a moment, returning with the lights and a phone.
His face shrank, How? HOW! The power went out but it was still light. was it Weiss or was it a cruel joke?
"I'm running on my generator and I am in a very- VERY important meeting, I suggest you send someone over to fix this problem NOW." Hirofumi yelled, hanging up the phone on Yoji who declared he'd send his best in minutes.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Now Mamoru, where were we?"
Omi flinched as he expected the next blow to come.
A wave of light flooded past his eyes and his body grew limp this time his feet fully giving out. Masafumi caught Omi and held him up in place.
"He's passed out. Get my bag, I have smelling salts." Hirofumi nodded and left to find the bag of tricks Masafumi carried around diligently.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Papa! I'm scared papa! Please pay them! They'll kill me!"
"The old man said he wouldn't pay."
"You have cold parents."
"I say we kill him."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'!"
Omi's eyes snapped open, Persia!
"Mamoru, are you alright?" No! He couldn't be. it was Persia's face but not his voice, no!
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Mamoru, are you alright?" Hirofumi's voice echoed.
"You!" Omi's eyes focused. "You kidnapped me back then, and now, didn't you?! Let me go! Let me GO!"
Masafumi smacked him across the face. "Hirofumi and I love you! We were not responsible for it. Remember us Mamoru! You remember being kidnapped now remember the rest! Remember!"
Omi's eyebrows furrowed as a thought struck him. "I'm in an apartment."
Masafumi looked to Hirofumi quickly, both piecing together what that statement had to mean.
"HELP MEEEE! SOMEONE HELLPPPPPP MEEE! I'M BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL! SOMEONE HEL-mmmph." Masafumi shoved a cloth into Omi's mouth past his tongue. ".MmmMph.!!"
Omi began to dry heave, "Mm. mm.nph." His eyes closed and head drooped.
"Ether." Masafumi informed Hirofumi who quickly nodded. Masafumi removed the cloth but then replaced the makeshift gag with duct tape.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Yoji looked in from the vents, Aya had made his way onto the balcony, the temptation to jump in and kill the Takatori duo strong in his gut. He knew he had to wait for Ken to be at his position by the door first, though, lest he lose his shot AND Omi again.
Hirofumi looked at a picture on his desk waiting in the adjacent room, the balcony right outside of the room Omi was in.
"Masafumi, what if we showed him this? Our family picture, the last one he was in?"
Masafumi nodded. "He recalled the kidnapping, maybe memorabilia will jog his mind."
Aya listened carefully to each word. 'Why would they say that?'
Schuldig's helpful thoughts rang into Aya's ears as he eavesdropped.
//Perhaps it is because Omitchi, your Omitchi is actually a dark beast. A Takatori. Think about it, could anyone so young really kill people so mercilessly without reason without that dark blood?//
Aya's eyes widened as he almost dropped his sword. Omi. A Takatori? A Takatori! No, it couldn't be. but then. what picture?
He had to disprove it. He had to.
"Nnm." Omi muttered as his eyes flickered open. Masafumi heard the soft muffles and quickly collected the photo to show Mamoru.
As Hirofumi was about to follow, a knock came to his door. Hirofumi swore bitterly to himself as he made his way to the door.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
'Ken!' Aya thought as Ken's entrance marked his cue.
Aya stormed through the glass balcony door as Yoji fell through the ventilation and Ken kicked the door into Hirofumi.
"OMI?" Ken called, quickly securing Hirofumi by shuffling him into the living room.
"Omitchi!" Yoji said spotting Omi, Aya already there with Omi and Masafumi.
Omi's blurring eyes spotted the picture about the same time as Aya did.
A vague feeling of familiarity washed past Omi's eyes as they shot wide in blank horror. Aya looked back to Omi and quickly removed the tape from his mouth. "Omi, are you alright?"
"Aya. I. I. no." His eyes welled with tears, "You bastards!" Omi tried screaming but all that left his mouth were whispering shrills, "I am not that boy in the photo anymore! I am not a Takatori! I denounce that name if I even had a rite to it!"
Aya nodded, he cut down the belt hold Omi in the air, catching him with one arm as he aimed his katana at Masafumi with the other.
Yoji flung a wire at Hirofumi.
Upon cue, Schuldig reentered. "Warum tag Wei?!" Schuldig pushed Hirofumi from harms way. "Sie haben dein bruder jetze. Gehen!" He stated with cold authority. "Und dein Omitchi habe ein Geist von Honig."
"What? What are you saying!" Ken demanded. Schuldig turned to face him.
"Ich wenn sagen wann ich werde." He smiled, //Stupid monkey, all you know is sports, how could you not refine yourself in the fine arts of letters! I will tell you then what I say if it stops your mind from prattling across all the German words you know- that are basically limited to gezund heit und bratwurst I said- in PLAIN as day Hello Weiss, You have your brother now leave, and more importantly I told you directly that your Omi has a mind that tastes of honey and how I love to delve into it, his sensation of pain is my sensation of pleasure. When I want you to understand I will spell it out for you. Now Ruhe!//
Ken grabbed his head at that loud cry. He flexed his opposing hand and encroached Schuldig. "You messed with the wrong people. now just who are you!"
That made the German to smile, "Just as I thought, you didn't tell them. I doubted you would with as much on stake as there is. Ich bin Schwartz! If you are white then our team black. The envelope as per deal, if you please." Schuldig said with strict force towards Aya, extending his hand.
Aya tossed the envelope at him forcefully. He leaned Omi onto the ground, arms still bound.
"Now that we are square, Schwartz. SHI NE!" With a lunge, he missed Schuldig but hit Hirofumi in the arm, Masafumi and Hirofumi stood up and ran as Schuldig came in, blocking a blow for the brothers.
"Ich sehen ich werde schutzen Sie mehr nicht! Gehen!" Schuldig spat, Masafumi and Hirofumi left hastily, Masafumi turning back, in between Hirofumi and the madmen.
"Mamoru! I will find you again! I swear!"
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?3*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Woah. That was much longer than I thought it would be. ^_^ Okay- almost done! I know, I know.
I promise the tortured romance comes in soon! I SWEAR! ^_^ Romances need to build, first you throw them into hot water and let it grow to a boil, then simmer. remove from heat and serve. or is that rice? Chikushou! I should know this! ^___^
To all who've read this new baby, thank you and enjoy! Please, keep reviewing! I know this might seem like all those other fics out there but I am REALLY trying to make this a good scenario ficlet. Onegai! Let me know!
The German really isn't essential either, just think of them as taunting things Schuldig says to make everyone jumpy. ^_^ He's cool like that~
Disclaimer- I still don't own Weiss, still have no orgy, and still want to (own Weiss and have an orgy of WK characters). ^_^
A/N: This has me so excited; I am almost at the beginning of the middle! . Damn Kasra! Making me have several projects at once! NOW I need to start a Kyou fic so I can hope for an AMV! Wah! No fair. ^_^ *cough*FREEFANSERVICE*cough*
What would happen if Omi met the Takatori clan before he was destined to kill them?
And what would happen if he didn't believe a word they said?
What would happen if Aya did. if Aya found out Omi was a Takatori before Omi knew?
Would Weiss stay the same? Would Omi kill his brothers or turn?
Anyway you look at it. Weiss just got one more complication to add into the mix.
WEISS! Omi no Kiken- Part 4 Itami to Nageki
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Omi woke up with his hands tied tightly behind his back as a damp cool compress cloth grazed his temple.
"Nnn." He began blinking his eyes open, his head spinning. "Doko ni. Watashi doko ni?"
"Mamoru! You're awake!" Masafumi smiled, he removed the cloth and sat Omi up from the bed.
"NANI?! Where am I! Let me go!" His face was small steps between terror, panic, and rage, brow furrowed, mouth slightly open to allow panting, nostrils flared.
"Hirofumi, perhaps we should have sent Schreient, they wouldn't have manhandled him so much."
Hirofumi smiled, "Brother, Anichuu. he's here and he's unharmed. Mamoru is just flustered."
"Who ARE you people? Why do you keep calling me that name?! My name is Tsukiyono Omi! TSUKIYONO OMI!" His voice trilled as he shouted his name with emphasis.
"Perhaps the people who took you renamed you that, but you are by birth and by BLOOD a Takatori."
Omi gasped, "What. no. you're lying!"
Masafumi looked at Hirofumi, "We should tell him, see if it jogs back any memories."
"Alright. Mamoru, do you remember being taken- kidnapped as a child?"
He contemplated, "I. don't remember anything from my childhood. wh.why would you. how. Wait! Why am I telling you anything! You've kidnapped me!"
Hirofumi grabbed Omi's arms, "No! We saved you! We're your brothers, we love you!"
"If you haven't kidnapped me then why did your goons attack me and WHY am I tied up in a place I most certainly don't wish to be at?"
Masafumi looked the boy over, "Mamoru. Omi. Hirofumi tied you up to make sure you wouldn't try to leave without hearing us out. we'll untie you once you listen. Alright?"
Omi's eyes narrowed. "Let me go. You could have come in and talked to me instead of stalk and kidnap me. Let me go now and I won't get police involved." Omi bluffed knowing perfectly well that being in Weiss meant there would be no police involvement.
Schuldig smiled, coming from the dark corner in the room. "He's bluffing you know. He wouldn't go to the police, and smartly so. These are after all Takatoris; do you possibly think the police would listen to some impertinent kid off the streets? This is Aristocracy, you should only wish to be a part of noble blood- and here you HAVE it, many would kill to be in that spot." He added with a smirk. //Perhaps you have. No, katzchen?//
Omi's eyes shrank. "You. how are you. in my head."
"SCHULDIG! Enough, we need to speak with him. Your involvement is finished, now leave."
Schuldig bowed to Hirofumi, "If you insist." He smiled a down right sinister smile that would make sane people's blood go cold. Luckily Hirofumi's blood was far from warm and paid it no heed.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Oniisan, I don't agree with this at all! We should untie him not strike him! He will not remember like this! Oniisan! Listen to me! I'm a doctor I know about this sort of thing!"
Hirofumi struck Omi again, "Stop IGNORING me Mamoru! I'm your brother, you used to ride on my back. you were kidnapped while I was away at school."
Omi's eyes flinch closed, trying to remember anything from his childhood, anything that could disprove this madman! Convince him to let him go. Though the more he thought about it the more he realized if he wasn't Mamoru he was going to be killed. unless he could stall until the rest of Weiss found him.
Masafumi leaned near Omi's face, "Mamoru, do you remember. mother. the house near the lake? You used to play with me by the lake." He patted Omi's face. "That was two years before you were taken. You were very young then. I was 16 and almost out of high school, you were six. do you remember that Mamoru?"
Omi's eyes went blank. "I. I. no. It's just a coincidence. no. let me go. Untie me and let me go!"
Hirofumi cut into his reverie, "You do remember! It was summer time. It was in the summer, we would go to the summer home and I would be home from school. Father had just moved everybody in a week before school let out, and when I came home you ran towards me. but you fell."
"No . no no no nonononono! I don't remember this. I'm not a Takatori. no! No I am Tsukiyono Omi!!" He began sobbing.
"Why are you trying to erase us Mamoru? We loved you, love you. We never stopped believing in you, that you survived. You were kidnapped and father told us you were dead."
".nonononononoTsukiyononononononono." Masafumi looked into Omi's eyes.
"Hirofumi, we must stop. Even if for a little bit; if you keep pressuring him he'll go into shock. He is showing classic signs of PTSD- I've told you about this. Warned you. We MUST stop, think of otouto's health."
Hirofumi looked over Omi. "You're right Masafumi. We'll leave him here to rest, and in a couple of hours we'll pick this back up."
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Hirofumi slipped onto his balcony smoking his cigar, he drew out a long exhale of smoke and slowly inhaled another gasp of burnt tobacco mixed with cloves. 'He must remember! He must. I know it's him. It has to be, he's just shutting us out, but why?'
Masafumi returned to Omi with a sandwich and drink in hand. "You must be hungry Mamoru, I made a salami and cheese sandwich just how you liked it."
Omi glared at him, "Even if I AM the same person as you think- your baby brother. from. a lifetime ago. why would I still like the same foods? .If. if you love Mamoru. me so much. why don't you just UNTIE me. where could I run? My arms are getting sore, I'm in the top floor of some elitist building and unless I can fly I doubt I'd be able to get away, plus my legs have fallen asleep. Come on and untie me. Please."
Masafumi smiled and patted Omi on the head.
".Please." He continued his voice filled with a new level of desperation. "Please!" Tears forming around his eyes as he screamed, "PLEASE!"
Masafumi pushed Omi back into a laying position and walked away.
"PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME! PLEASE!" He sniffled as tears ran rampant down his broken face, whimpering as Masafumi's distance grew, "please. please. please."
Masafumi covered his face; it hurt so bad to make Mamoru cry like that. No one else could ever do that to him, in fact all those other children, the screams and knowing their pain could never match what he felt in loss, what his brother had to have gone through. it made him smile a superior smile because he, they, the Takatoris were stronger than those low-blooded bastards.
"Please let me go home! Please!" Omi leaned his face over, letting the bed absorb his tears and hide his dead face.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Hirofumi threw his cigar over the edge, still lit. A small part of him hoped it would land on some alcohol-soaked vagrant and kill them. He turned to walk back inside seeing his distraught brother.
"Masafumi?"
"Hirofumi.I hate doing this to him, him speaking to us. like we're lowly criminals here to hurt him. I know he remembers something, he has to, maybe just of the kidnapping alone, but. still. he has to remember something."
"We'll return Mamoru to us, I promise brother." He looked up, the tiredness fading.
"Can we just break him of this now. it hurts so much to hear pain in his voice and see it in his eyes."
He nodded, "I know. I understand completely, it kills me to do this to him."
As the two brothers walk back towards the guest bedroom, a clock reads 21:45.
"Mamoru, you will listen to me." Hirofumi's voice stern. "If you will not listen to reason, you will listen to discipline. It pains me to do so, but this was how each of us was raised and I can think of nothing else to make you remember. I am confident this will work." He opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of tough leather most likely used as a shoehorn, if not that then a flog.
Upon the first strike to Omi's chest he contemplated this Hirofumi as being a master flogger, instead of an innocent holder of a shoehorn. Omi began to tuck into a curled position.
Masafumi helped Omi sit up. Though Omi didn't see it as very helpful as he really would prefer the fetal position at this point.
Hirofumi struck Omi in the stomach again, this time Omi crumpled to the floor. He lowered his flog. "Mamoru, are you alright?"
"Tsuki.yono.Omi."
His eyes focused a strong glare and he took off his belt. "Right, then. Masafumi lift his arms and stand him up. He won't drop once we fix him to the ceiling."
Masafumi nodded, his face blank as he did so but upon closer inspection Omi saw tears at his eyes.
"This pains me Mamoru, this pains Hirofumi and I as much if not more than you."
Using his belt as a loop, Hirofumi attached the ropes around Omi's wrists to a bar that doubled as a torture rack in the ceiling. He hoisted Omi up several inches and tied the rope off.
Instinctively Omi stood on the tips of his toes knowing this was about to get VERY sore.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Swinging hard into Omi's stomach, Hirofumi followed a mantra, "Remember me Mamoru!"
"My name is. Omi!"
Another snap made its way across his well past bruised skin.
"Remember me Mamoru?"
"Iia."
Snap!
"EEEEEEEEEEE'!" Omi groaned, his feet buckling below him. Masafumi held his hand in front of Hirofumi to pause the attack.
"Mamoru, can you stand still?" His voice was full of compassion for someone beating Omi so senselessly.
"Iia, my name is Omi." His vision was fading into unconscious black. Or so he thought as the room literally turned black. "E?"
He looked around, "What's. happening.?" His mind answering his own question and gave him a smirk, 'Weiss!'
Omi's face returned to a solemn expression as Hirofumi left for a moment, returning with the lights and a phone.
His face shrank, How? HOW! The power went out but it was still light. was it Weiss or was it a cruel joke?
"I'm running on my generator and I am in a very- VERY important meeting, I suggest you send someone over to fix this problem NOW." Hirofumi yelled, hanging up the phone on Yoji who declared he'd send his best in minutes.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Now Mamoru, where were we?"
Omi flinched as he expected the next blow to come.
A wave of light flooded past his eyes and his body grew limp this time his feet fully giving out. Masafumi caught Omi and held him up in place.
"He's passed out. Get my bag, I have smelling salts." Hirofumi nodded and left to find the bag of tricks Masafumi carried around diligently.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Papa! I'm scared papa! Please pay them! They'll kill me!"
"The old man said he wouldn't pay."
"You have cold parents."
"I say we kill him."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'!"
Omi's eyes snapped open, Persia!
"Mamoru, are you alright?" No! He couldn't be. it was Persia's face but not his voice, no!
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
"Mamoru, are you alright?" Hirofumi's voice echoed.
"You!" Omi's eyes focused. "You kidnapped me back then, and now, didn't you?! Let me go! Let me GO!"
Masafumi smacked him across the face. "Hirofumi and I love you! We were not responsible for it. Remember us Mamoru! You remember being kidnapped now remember the rest! Remember!"
Omi's eyebrows furrowed as a thought struck him. "I'm in an apartment."
Masafumi looked to Hirofumi quickly, both piecing together what that statement had to mean.
"HELP MEEEE! SOMEONE HELLPPPPPP MEEE! I'M BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL! SOMEONE HEL-mmmph." Masafumi shoved a cloth into Omi's mouth past his tongue. ".MmmMph.!!"
Omi began to dry heave, "Mm. mm.nph." His eyes closed and head drooped.
"Ether." Masafumi informed Hirofumi who quickly nodded. Masafumi removed the cloth but then replaced the makeshift gag with duct tape.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Yoji looked in from the vents, Aya had made his way onto the balcony, the temptation to jump in and kill the Takatori duo strong in his gut. He knew he had to wait for Ken to be at his position by the door first, though, lest he lose his shot AND Omi again.
Hirofumi looked at a picture on his desk waiting in the adjacent room, the balcony right outside of the room Omi was in.
"Masafumi, what if we showed him this? Our family picture, the last one he was in?"
Masafumi nodded. "He recalled the kidnapping, maybe memorabilia will jog his mind."
Aya listened carefully to each word. 'Why would they say that?'
Schuldig's helpful thoughts rang into Aya's ears as he eavesdropped.
//Perhaps it is because Omitchi, your Omitchi is actually a dark beast. A Takatori. Think about it, could anyone so young really kill people so mercilessly without reason without that dark blood?//
Aya's eyes widened as he almost dropped his sword. Omi. A Takatori? A Takatori! No, it couldn't be. but then. what picture?
He had to disprove it. He had to.
"Nnm." Omi muttered as his eyes flickered open. Masafumi heard the soft muffles and quickly collected the photo to show Mamoru.
As Hirofumi was about to follow, a knock came to his door. Hirofumi swore bitterly to himself as he made his way to the door.
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
'Ken!' Aya thought as Ken's entrance marked his cue.
Aya stormed through the glass balcony door as Yoji fell through the ventilation and Ken kicked the door into Hirofumi.
"OMI?" Ken called, quickly securing Hirofumi by shuffling him into the living room.
"Omitchi!" Yoji said spotting Omi, Aya already there with Omi and Masafumi.
Omi's blurring eyes spotted the picture about the same time as Aya did.
A vague feeling of familiarity washed past Omi's eyes as they shot wide in blank horror. Aya looked back to Omi and quickly removed the tape from his mouth. "Omi, are you alright?"
"Aya. I. I. no." His eyes welled with tears, "You bastards!" Omi tried screaming but all that left his mouth were whispering shrills, "I am not that boy in the photo anymore! I am not a Takatori! I denounce that name if I even had a rite to it!"
Aya nodded, he cut down the belt hold Omi in the air, catching him with one arm as he aimed his katana at Masafumi with the other.
Yoji flung a wire at Hirofumi.
Upon cue, Schuldig reentered. "Warum tag Wei?!" Schuldig pushed Hirofumi from harms way. "Sie haben dein bruder jetze. Gehen!" He stated with cold authority. "Und dein Omitchi habe ein Geist von Honig."
"What? What are you saying!" Ken demanded. Schuldig turned to face him.
"Ich wenn sagen wann ich werde." He smiled, //Stupid monkey, all you know is sports, how could you not refine yourself in the fine arts of letters! I will tell you then what I say if it stops your mind from prattling across all the German words you know- that are basically limited to gezund heit und bratwurst I said- in PLAIN as day Hello Weiss, You have your brother now leave, and more importantly I told you directly that your Omi has a mind that tastes of honey and how I love to delve into it, his sensation of pain is my sensation of pleasure. When I want you to understand I will spell it out for you. Now Ruhe!//
Ken grabbed his head at that loud cry. He flexed his opposing hand and encroached Schuldig. "You messed with the wrong people. now just who are you!"
That made the German to smile, "Just as I thought, you didn't tell them. I doubted you would with as much on stake as there is. Ich bin Schwartz! If you are white then our team black. The envelope as per deal, if you please." Schuldig said with strict force towards Aya, extending his hand.
Aya tossed the envelope at him forcefully. He leaned Omi onto the ground, arms still bound.
"Now that we are square, Schwartz. SHI NE!" With a lunge, he missed Schuldig but hit Hirofumi in the arm, Masafumi and Hirofumi stood up and ran as Schuldig came in, blocking a blow for the brothers.
"Ich sehen ich werde schutzen Sie mehr nicht! Gehen!" Schuldig spat, Masafumi and Hirofumi left hastily, Masafumi turning back, in between Hirofumi and the madmen.
"Mamoru! I will find you again! I swear!"
~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*We-?3*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*-*~*- *~*-*~
Woah. That was much longer than I thought it would be. ^_^ Okay- almost done! I know, I know.
I promise the tortured romance comes in soon! I SWEAR! ^_^ Romances need to build, first you throw them into hot water and let it grow to a boil, then simmer. remove from heat and serve. or is that rice? Chikushou! I should know this! ^___^
To all who've read this new baby, thank you and enjoy! Please, keep reviewing! I know this might seem like all those other fics out there but I am REALLY trying to make this a good scenario ficlet. Onegai! Let me know!
The German really isn't essential either, just think of them as taunting things Schuldig says to make everyone jumpy. ^_^ He's cool like that~
