Alright. Second to last chapter. Let's see if I can get this thing rolling in the right direction. Question for all of you. I know I really didn't set it up well but you know how Aya is. Getting him to show anything is hard. Would you like to see a small romance between Aya and Omi or Omi and Ken or nothing just the end of this story? Let me know and I'll fit it in at the last chapter. Thank you all for your help! Now onward to this new chapter.
Warning! Swearing and violence.
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Chapter Eight
Omi watched as his friends and comrades entered into the room carefully. Neither one of them noticing the camera, which led Omi to know that it was carefully hidden. Omi smiled, seeing that Ken had his weapons. At least they still had hope that he was physically capable of fighting his way out. Within minutes, the group separated, and Omi knew that they were securing the house. He tried to move again. He knew that they weren't far from where his comrades were because Crawford didn't drive too long before parking the van again. "His thoughts are so delicious to listen to," Schuldig laughed and glanced over at Nagi. "Keep a strong hold on him. He's trying to break free."
Grunting, Omi hated having someone else in his mind. There were things he wouldn't tell a soul lying in the depths of his memories. He just prayed that he could continue to focus on other things and hide those thoughts from the telepath. Movement in the room drew his eyes back up to the screen. Aya had returned first. He carefully inspected Omi's clothes and the sheets. Fear engulfed Omi's mind. He didn't want Aya to find out? The dirty feeling returned. He felt used and completely disgusted with his body. Aya's fingers glided over the blood mark on the bed, and he whispered something that the camera couldn't pick up. A flash of sympathy crossed the emotionless assassin's face. This caused the young assassin to fight more against Nagi's hold.
"Schuldig, hold him! He's fighting, and I can barely hold him," Nagi shouted, using both of his hands to hold the pressure down on Omi. Omi managed to get his arm to move as he punched Schuldig right in the face. The pressure returned to his arm, forcing it back down, but Schuldig lied on the floor gripping his chin.
"You son of a bitch. Crawford you should have warned me!"
Crawford grunted and ignored the telepath. Schuldig's conversation about the kid being unpredictable was right. He didn't see that one coming. "Both of you better keep a hold of him then."
Omi focused his attention back on the screen. If anger was enough to get the upper hand then he was going to find a lot of anger. Yoji, Ken, Manx, and a group of people have entered the room, and it looked as if they were testing the bed sheets. Omi closed his eyes for a second to move his self pity thoughts from his mind. He had no time to feel sorry for himself. He needed to get out of the van. He felt Schuldig squeeze his shoulders to add more pressure to his body. If he fought through Nagi's control before, then he'll do it again. Subtly moving his fingers one at a time, he noticed that the telepath couldn't pick up on movement, or he wasn't paying attention to him.
Omi smirked. It was obvious that the telepath was focusing on the other assassins instead of him. Wrong move. Omi tested his feet carefully, smiling at their movement. Nagi obviously was losing all his energy. He probably wouldn't be able to hold Omi if he struggled again. At first he wanted to get back to avoid them from checking the sheets, but he was too late for that. Now all he wanted to do was escape before the psychics moved him far away from his friends. One of the agents pulled the camera down. "They found the camera," Nagi informed the group. Nagi worked quickly on the other computer obviously trying to hide where the camera was transmitting to. This split Nagi's focus.
Omi found this as the perfect opportunity. He grabbed the blanket that was over him and threw it on Schuldig, tying it around his neck quickly. He felt pressure again, and he stumbled off the seat, but it wasn't enough to keep him trapped in one place. He moved quickly and slammed open the van door. "Stop him!" Crawford shouted, but Omi was already out of the van and clearly out of range of Nagi's telekinesis. He was going to make it back to his friends even if he was completely nude and half dead. He didn't care. He was going to make it back there. He didn't want to be used again, and he could only imagine what Schuldig would do to him if he was capable of doing "that." Omi couldn't even form the words in his mind. Running down the street, he'd hope that he would make it. He glanced back to see the three psychics, getting out of the van and coming after him. He had to move quickly.
Aya grew impatient of waiting there with Kritiker. "Let us know if you find anything. We're going home to see if there have been any messages. If Omi was daring enough to turn the tracker on, he might try something else."
Yoji flicked his cigarette, still looking as if he would torture the person who hurt Omi. Ken followed the group up the stairs and out towards where their car and motorcycle were. "Do you think he's okay?" Ken asked, looking at the other two.
Heavy rain fell on the three. Yoji moaned about his car getting wet, but didn't really answer Ken. Aya, on the other hand, stood there for a few seconds. "Like you said, he's strong. Let's hope he's strong enough to overcome this once we get him back."
Ken was about to move towards his bike when he heard something that sounded like bare flesh smacking against the watery surface of the sidewalk. "W-wait. What's that noise?" Something was keeping Ken in place as if he had a feeling on what that was.
Aya drew his katana and moved towards the edge of the alleyway. It could easily be someone just running to get out of the rain, but the three assassins had a feeling. Aya was almost to the end of the alleyway when a young figure stopped suddenly. Water trickled down his hair and skin, but it looked like he didn't care that he was nude and shivering in the rain. "Aya," the voice whispered. Suddenly a loud bang sounded and the figure fell over.
"Omi!" Aya shouted, running to the end of the alleyway. As he slid towards Omi, the other two carefully glanced around the building to see no one standing there.
"We have to move him. They could still be around," Yoji said.
Aya carefully rolled Omi over. His pale skin was covered in blood, making it difficult to see where Omi was shot at. "Ken, tell Manx what happened. We have to get him to the hospital." Taking his trench coat off and the sweater that Ken was offering, Aya wrapped Omi up in it and applied pressure to the bleeding wound that he finally found in Omi's side. Yoji had already pulled the car up and was helping Aya in it. "Omi, can you open your eyes? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me," Aya continued to whisper to the young man in his arms.
Yoji reached behind him and pulled out another blanket it. "He's going to be okay, Aya. Just keep thinking that." Aya took the blanket from Yoji so he could continue to focus on his driving instead of helping Aya. Aya wrapped the blanket around Omi, but the young man still didn't move or make any noise. He noticed Omi's chest slowly rising and falling. At least he was still breathing.
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One more chapter to go! Thank you for reading please review and let me know if you want to see some romance. Aya/Omi or Omi/Ken or nothing at all just finished the story and stop leaving cliffhangers LOL
Angel Dove
