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Arigatou!
WARNING: RAPE is mentioned in this chapter ************************************************************************* Chapter 10
Bloody Wings
Omi woke some hours later with a slight throb in this temple. He didn't really remember what had happened after his recapture, but he knew that he was right back where he started. The danger this time, however, would be just that much higher. After all, he was back in the hands of the devil.
Wishing he had something more than his flannel pajamas to wear he rolled himself into a tight ball to keep himself warm. He could still feel the mans icy hands climbing up his shirt. Why he stopped at the bandages Omi wasn't sure. But he felt relief flood through him when the man commanded that someone take him to a different room. The room before was freezing and this room was a bit warmer.
He wasn't sure how long he had slept either. But judging from the small amount of light that filtered through a few cracks in the wall it had to be sometime in the early morning hours. He wondered what was going to happen now. After all they brought him back for some reason right?
The door opened and bright light flooded into the dark room. A man somewhat smaller than the man who wore the silver sunglasses stood looking down on Omi.
"Get up kid!" He said. His voice was rough but he didn't appear to be as old as his voice let on.
Omi obeyed and stood.
"Our boss want's you to be cleaned up. Tonight's ceremony must be perfect and you need to be cleaned up first."
Omi walked uncertainly toward the man. He felt a strange vibe coming from the man. It was almost sinister as if he wanted to harm Omi. Unsure of why he would want to hurt him, Omi walked in front of the man. He wasn't sure where he was going but he knew the man would get him to the wash room. He walked down the hall for a while before the man tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a wooden door.
"In there. Make it quick." He snapped.
He unlocked the door and held the door open as Omi walked in. He closed the door behind himself and leaned against the wood inserting the key into the key slot. He turned it and heard the clicking of the lock slid into place. A smile crossed his face as he watched the boy turn the valves that let the water flow into the tub. Then the boy pulled a silver tap and the water poured out of the showerhead.
The boy began to slide his shirt off but stopped midway.
Shit! Why do you stop? He thought.
"Um. is it necessary that you stand in here while I clean up?" Omi asked.
"Yeah. The boss won't take any chances." He spat.
Omi shrugged and pulled his shirt off. "Whatever." Omi mumbled.
The man watched as Omi tossed the shirt carelessly to the floor. The boys skin was perfect. The only thing obscuring his view was the snow-white bandages that had been wrapped around the boy's chest. He wanted to touch that perfect skin. He watched as the boy climbed into the shower still wearing his pants. What the hell? The man thought.
Omi pulled the shower curtain across and removed his pants. Tossing them outside of the shower, Omi stepped under the warm jets of water. The water trickled down his pale cold skin instantly warming him up. He unwound his bandages and dropped them into the bottom of the shower. The warm water soothed the slight ache coming from the slightly healed wounds. Looking for a bar of soap, Omi turned toward the wall where the soap dish normally was. There however didn't seem to be any soap lying there. Not really wanting to ask the strange man standing outside the shower he turned his face once more to the warn jets. Letting the warm water run down his body, Omi tried to think of someway to get rid of the man and then escape.
"Hey hurry it up!" the man snapped!
"I-I need some soap!" Omi shouted over the water.
He could hear some shuffling in the background and a door was popped open. Then a ripping sound filled the air and Omi knew it was the wrapper from a bar of soap that was being ripped off. There was also another ripping sound that sounded like plastic being torn. Shrugging Omi held his hand out from behind the curtain. Expecting to be handed the bar of soap, however, the soap was not delivered to his hand. Instead the shower curtain was thrown open. The man grabbed Omi by his frail arms and forced him back against the wall.
A few bruises wouldn't make any difference. He could always say it happened while the perfect angel tried to escape. Omi tried to move but he couldn't make any movements. The man held him to tightly. Fear filled his eyes as he realized that the man was only holding him with one hand. The other hand was trying to unfasten his pants. Trying to force his attacker off, Omi tried to get to the other side of the shower. Maybe from there he could escape.
The man held Omi firmly and had managed to get his pants undone. However to pull them down, he'd have to let go of Omi. Thinking quickly Omi looked around for some form of weapon. He couldn't find anything. He was completely helpless.
"Move boy, and I'll kill you. I don't mind fucking your dead body."
Omi froze. This man was serious. What could he do? The man released him and Omi dashed to the other side of the shower. Just as he tried to climb out the man tackled him to the ground. He hit the ground rather roughly. Omi cried out as his body hit the hard tiles. The man climbed on top of him and positioned himself.
Just as the man was going to thrust in, a knock came to the door. He growled, stood and pulled his pants up. Omi pulled himself into a corner shaking from shock. Would the man come for him again as soon as the unexpected guest left? There was some quick conferencing and the man glared at Omi and left he room. Omi held back tears as he just realized that he had almost been raped.
The man left closing the door behind himself. Moments later the door opened again and a woman entered. She looked around and her eyes rested on Omi. Picking up a towel she tossed it to Omi and said curtly, "Get back in the shower and get cleaned up." She then left the bathroom.
Shaking Omi stood. His legs felt very weak and he wasn't sure he'd be able to get inside the shower again. He found a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the counter. Collecting them he climbed back into the shower. Feeling quite sick, Omi began to wash his hair. Tears filled his eyes and he sunk to his knees and began to cry. If it hadn't been for that woman he would have been raped. Taking a few deep breaths Omi was able to stand. Taking the bar of soap he scrubbed his skin feeling dirty. Even though nothing had happened he still felt dirty.
The door opened and Omi jumped. "Aren't you done yet?" Came the woman's voice. "Hurry it up!" she slammed the door closed again.
Not wanting to anger his captors any further, Omi turned off the water and stepped out from the shower. Taking a cautious look around, Omi began to pat himself dry. He slid his pajama pants on quickly and then pulled his shirt on and ran the towel over his hair. A knock came to the door and then the woman's voice sounded "Are you decent?"
Omi went to open his mouth but no sound came out. The woman knocked again this time more impatiently. "I'm- yeah I'm decent." Omi said quietly.
The door opened and the woman walked back inside. She pulled a comb from her purse and ran it through Omi's hair quickly. She then looked over him. He seemed to be okay, but that lunatic had said he had tried to escape. She did notice that the boy's eyes were filled with fear.
"Hey what happened in here kid?" she asked.
"Um.." Omi stuttered.
"Well? I need to know. Did that maniac touch you?"
Omi nodded. The woman cursed and then pushed Omi toward the door. "Did he hurt you?" she asked, leading Omi to a room several doors down.
Omi shook his head. The man had come close but he hadn't been hurt. Just scared out of his wits. The woman nodded and unlocked the door.
"You are to wait in here. There is a change of clothing and a bed for you. Also some food will be brought up in a while." The woman walked in and turned on the light.
The room was furnished in red. A four poster bed furnished in dark cherry oak stood in the center of the room. The red curtains had been drawn back around the bed reviling large fluffy pillows and a white outfit rested on one side of the large bed. A dark cherry oak dresser stood off to the left and a window was off to the right. Long red drapes blocked the sunlight but the room looked very comfortable.
Timidly Omi entered the room. He'd at least have a chance to think of a way to escape from in here. The woman walked back to the door and shut it tightly. Omi heard as the lock was slipped into place. Walking around the room, Omi pulled open the drawers and found that extra sheets had been placed inside the top drawer. He nodded and open the other drawers. Nothing but extra white clothing seemed to be inside.
Omi sat down on the bed. He sunk as the mattress took to the form of his body. Laying down Omi stared at the curtain. He hadn't expected to get all of this not after all the other rooms he had been in. He wondered why this time he was being taken to such a nice room. It didn't really matter; after all he'd be escaping as soon as he could. Lying down, Omi stared at the ceiling. It was trimmed in dark cherry oak, with dark red papering, or perhaps it was pain. Omi couldn't tell. The red did however give the room a darker look as if he should be sleeping.
Rolling onto his side, Omi stared at the red curtains. He could always escape by tying the extra sheets into a rope and climbing down. But that would be too easy right? They had left extra sheets in this room for some reason. Maybe it was a set up. Perhaps they expected him to do something like that. Sitting up, Omi stood and crossed the room and pulled the curtains back. It was dark outside, probably in the early a.m. hours for very little light was peaking from the darkened sky.
He pressed his fingertips to the cool glass. The area surrounding the window was trimmed in gold. The locks were gold and the ledge was gold as well. Not real gold, but the fake kind one would find in a nice hotel. Omi's fingers found the locks and he lifted up, praying that they were not locked. Alas they were.
All the fear and anger swelled in Omi and he smacked his fist on the glass. Letting his forehead fall onto the pane, Omi began to cry. His arms limply fell to his sides, and he just stood there, forehead pressed against the glass. Tears made their way down his cheeks. He looked out, outside just a few centimeters away was freedom, freedom from this nightmare, this captivity.
Feeling sleep begin to take over, Omi reluctantly walked back over to the bed. He climbed onto of the soft blankets and laid his head on the fluffy pillows. He didn't know why he was tired. He had just woken up maybe an hour ago. But the comfort and the exertion from the previous events were taking their toll on him. Without realizing it, Omi drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
Yoji sat reading the paper that Ken had left. He couldn't sleep. Every time he tried, visions of the flower shop going up in smoke brought him forcefully out of the fitful sleep. He had just managed to get away, but Omi. . . Omi had been taken again. What would they do to him? From the article, Yoji gathered that if Aya and Ken didn't get to Omi, he would be killed.
Yoji shuddered. He couldn't even imagine going back to the shop and not having Omi's presence around. It felt wrong to even think about. Looking at the clock, he decided that he had spent enough time in the hospital. He was going to go get Omi back. He'd meet Aya and Ken at the pier where they had rescued Omi the first time. Gathering his watch from the nightstand, Yoji placed it back in its original spot on his right wrist. Then he looked at the IV and heart monitors, not knowing how to turn them off and not really caring, Yoji pulled the IV from his arm and unsnapped the EKG's. The sound of a flat-line rang through out the room.
Yoji then gathered his clothes and made his way from the hospital room. He'd be there to help even if he couldn't do much. No body picked on Chibi and got away with it, especially if they were going to hurt him. Walking out of the main entrance Yoji lit up a cigarette then he crossed the street and began to walk quickly to what remained of the flower shop.
Ken and Aya both shuffled threw the debris left by the fire. The foundation was still standing, and from the outside you couldn't tell that there had been a fire, except the front door, which had been knocked down, and around the frame there were scorch marks. Ken pushed open the door to the basement. The smell of stale smoke greeted him and he couched and swatted away some ash that had fallen loose and was floating in the air. He stepped carefully on the stairs afraid that they would break if he stepped to hard. Walking gently down, Ken walked down the hall to the large hole in the wall where Omi's room once was. He walked in rather cautiously. Looking around he came to the conclusion that everything in Omi's room would have to be replaced.
With that he turned, knowing there was nothing he could do and walked into the basement living room. Against the wall was the chest where their weapons had been stored. Ken was thankful that the chest was fire proof and that the locks and door was still intact. Shuffling through his pocket for his keys he looked over the chest to make sure that nothing was damaged. Pulling out his key's he found the oddly shaped silver one that would unlock the weapons.
Inserting the key, Ken opened the chest and found his claws, Aya's sword and Omi's crossbow and darts. Yoji had been wearing his watch so it was not locked inside. Sliding the glove on, Ken picked up Aya's sword and Omi's bow and arrows. Omi would need his weapon if things got complicated and Ken was sure they would.
"Hey, lets go." Aya's cool voice sounded from the upstairs.
"I'm coming!" Ken called.
He gently climbed the stairs and joined Aya in the living room. "Do you have any idea as to where to look?" Ken asked shifting Omi's bow as he handed Aya his katana.
"The pier. That's where he was last time."
"But would they take him back to the same place?" Ken asked.
"Well, we won't know until we go now will we?" Aya asked as the walked from the burned structure.
"I guess not." Ken replied.
Not knowing why, Ken shut the door to the shop. It's not like anyone was going to steal charcoal. As he turned, he saw Yoji walking up the street.
"What the hell is he doing?" Aya asked.
"I have no clue!" Ken said. "YOJI!"
Yoji waved. Aya and Ken both walked down the sidewalk and met up with Yoji. He smiled as they approached.
"What are you doing?" Aya asked.
"I'm going to help you two get Omi back!" Yoji said drawing long on this cigarette.
"You're in no condition!" Ken protested.
Yoji shrugged. "Yeah, well Omi's like my brother too, you're not going to leave me out!" He said exhaling the smoke.
Aya shook his head. "Fine. Let's go. We have to get Omi!"
Ken and Yoji nodded.
"I'll get the car!" Yoji said.
As he jogged toward the garage, which was still intact, Ken and Aya watched the end of the street. Something was approaching them, something that resembled Omi.
To be continued. . .
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Crimson Tears: Okay well here is Chapter 10! YAY for me! I'm going to start up in Chapter 11! I hope you are all still enjoying Bleeding Angel! And if you have some suggestions please fell free to submit them! Review! Thanks a lot everyone who's reviewed! *Oh! BTW! For all of you who wanted longer chapters how am I doing? This chapter is roughly 3,000 words! Am I doing better?*
Arigatou!
WARNING: RAPE is mentioned in this chapter ************************************************************************* Chapter 10
Bloody Wings
Omi woke some hours later with a slight throb in this temple. He didn't really remember what had happened after his recapture, but he knew that he was right back where he started. The danger this time, however, would be just that much higher. After all, he was back in the hands of the devil.
Wishing he had something more than his flannel pajamas to wear he rolled himself into a tight ball to keep himself warm. He could still feel the mans icy hands climbing up his shirt. Why he stopped at the bandages Omi wasn't sure. But he felt relief flood through him when the man commanded that someone take him to a different room. The room before was freezing and this room was a bit warmer.
He wasn't sure how long he had slept either. But judging from the small amount of light that filtered through a few cracks in the wall it had to be sometime in the early morning hours. He wondered what was going to happen now. After all they brought him back for some reason right?
The door opened and bright light flooded into the dark room. A man somewhat smaller than the man who wore the silver sunglasses stood looking down on Omi.
"Get up kid!" He said. His voice was rough but he didn't appear to be as old as his voice let on.
Omi obeyed and stood.
"Our boss want's you to be cleaned up. Tonight's ceremony must be perfect and you need to be cleaned up first."
Omi walked uncertainly toward the man. He felt a strange vibe coming from the man. It was almost sinister as if he wanted to harm Omi. Unsure of why he would want to hurt him, Omi walked in front of the man. He wasn't sure where he was going but he knew the man would get him to the wash room. He walked down the hall for a while before the man tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a wooden door.
"In there. Make it quick." He snapped.
He unlocked the door and held the door open as Omi walked in. He closed the door behind himself and leaned against the wood inserting the key into the key slot. He turned it and heard the clicking of the lock slid into place. A smile crossed his face as he watched the boy turn the valves that let the water flow into the tub. Then the boy pulled a silver tap and the water poured out of the showerhead.
The boy began to slide his shirt off but stopped midway.
Shit! Why do you stop? He thought.
"Um. is it necessary that you stand in here while I clean up?" Omi asked.
"Yeah. The boss won't take any chances." He spat.
Omi shrugged and pulled his shirt off. "Whatever." Omi mumbled.
The man watched as Omi tossed the shirt carelessly to the floor. The boys skin was perfect. The only thing obscuring his view was the snow-white bandages that had been wrapped around the boy's chest. He wanted to touch that perfect skin. He watched as the boy climbed into the shower still wearing his pants. What the hell? The man thought.
Omi pulled the shower curtain across and removed his pants. Tossing them outside of the shower, Omi stepped under the warm jets of water. The water trickled down his pale cold skin instantly warming him up. He unwound his bandages and dropped them into the bottom of the shower. The warm water soothed the slight ache coming from the slightly healed wounds. Looking for a bar of soap, Omi turned toward the wall where the soap dish normally was. There however didn't seem to be any soap lying there. Not really wanting to ask the strange man standing outside the shower he turned his face once more to the warn jets. Letting the warm water run down his body, Omi tried to think of someway to get rid of the man and then escape.
"Hey hurry it up!" the man snapped!
"I-I need some soap!" Omi shouted over the water.
He could hear some shuffling in the background and a door was popped open. Then a ripping sound filled the air and Omi knew it was the wrapper from a bar of soap that was being ripped off. There was also another ripping sound that sounded like plastic being torn. Shrugging Omi held his hand out from behind the curtain. Expecting to be handed the bar of soap, however, the soap was not delivered to his hand. Instead the shower curtain was thrown open. The man grabbed Omi by his frail arms and forced him back against the wall.
A few bruises wouldn't make any difference. He could always say it happened while the perfect angel tried to escape. Omi tried to move but he couldn't make any movements. The man held him to tightly. Fear filled his eyes as he realized that the man was only holding him with one hand. The other hand was trying to unfasten his pants. Trying to force his attacker off, Omi tried to get to the other side of the shower. Maybe from there he could escape.
The man held Omi firmly and had managed to get his pants undone. However to pull them down, he'd have to let go of Omi. Thinking quickly Omi looked around for some form of weapon. He couldn't find anything. He was completely helpless.
"Move boy, and I'll kill you. I don't mind fucking your dead body."
Omi froze. This man was serious. What could he do? The man released him and Omi dashed to the other side of the shower. Just as he tried to climb out the man tackled him to the ground. He hit the ground rather roughly. Omi cried out as his body hit the hard tiles. The man climbed on top of him and positioned himself.
Just as the man was going to thrust in, a knock came to the door. He growled, stood and pulled his pants up. Omi pulled himself into a corner shaking from shock. Would the man come for him again as soon as the unexpected guest left? There was some quick conferencing and the man glared at Omi and left he room. Omi held back tears as he just realized that he had almost been raped.
The man left closing the door behind himself. Moments later the door opened again and a woman entered. She looked around and her eyes rested on Omi. Picking up a towel she tossed it to Omi and said curtly, "Get back in the shower and get cleaned up." She then left the bathroom.
Shaking Omi stood. His legs felt very weak and he wasn't sure he'd be able to get inside the shower again. He found a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the counter. Collecting them he climbed back into the shower. Feeling quite sick, Omi began to wash his hair. Tears filled his eyes and he sunk to his knees and began to cry. If it hadn't been for that woman he would have been raped. Taking a few deep breaths Omi was able to stand. Taking the bar of soap he scrubbed his skin feeling dirty. Even though nothing had happened he still felt dirty.
The door opened and Omi jumped. "Aren't you done yet?" Came the woman's voice. "Hurry it up!" she slammed the door closed again.
Not wanting to anger his captors any further, Omi turned off the water and stepped out from the shower. Taking a cautious look around, Omi began to pat himself dry. He slid his pajama pants on quickly and then pulled his shirt on and ran the towel over his hair. A knock came to the door and then the woman's voice sounded "Are you decent?"
Omi went to open his mouth but no sound came out. The woman knocked again this time more impatiently. "I'm- yeah I'm decent." Omi said quietly.
The door opened and the woman walked back inside. She pulled a comb from her purse and ran it through Omi's hair quickly. She then looked over him. He seemed to be okay, but that lunatic had said he had tried to escape. She did notice that the boy's eyes were filled with fear.
"Hey what happened in here kid?" she asked.
"Um.." Omi stuttered.
"Well? I need to know. Did that maniac touch you?"
Omi nodded. The woman cursed and then pushed Omi toward the door. "Did he hurt you?" she asked, leading Omi to a room several doors down.
Omi shook his head. The man had come close but he hadn't been hurt. Just scared out of his wits. The woman nodded and unlocked the door.
"You are to wait in here. There is a change of clothing and a bed for you. Also some food will be brought up in a while." The woman walked in and turned on the light.
The room was furnished in red. A four poster bed furnished in dark cherry oak stood in the center of the room. The red curtains had been drawn back around the bed reviling large fluffy pillows and a white outfit rested on one side of the large bed. A dark cherry oak dresser stood off to the left and a window was off to the right. Long red drapes blocked the sunlight but the room looked very comfortable.
Timidly Omi entered the room. He'd at least have a chance to think of a way to escape from in here. The woman walked back to the door and shut it tightly. Omi heard as the lock was slipped into place. Walking around the room, Omi pulled open the drawers and found that extra sheets had been placed inside the top drawer. He nodded and open the other drawers. Nothing but extra white clothing seemed to be inside.
Omi sat down on the bed. He sunk as the mattress took to the form of his body. Laying down Omi stared at the curtain. He hadn't expected to get all of this not after all the other rooms he had been in. He wondered why this time he was being taken to such a nice room. It didn't really matter; after all he'd be escaping as soon as he could. Lying down, Omi stared at the ceiling. It was trimmed in dark cherry oak, with dark red papering, or perhaps it was pain. Omi couldn't tell. The red did however give the room a darker look as if he should be sleeping.
Rolling onto his side, Omi stared at the red curtains. He could always escape by tying the extra sheets into a rope and climbing down. But that would be too easy right? They had left extra sheets in this room for some reason. Maybe it was a set up. Perhaps they expected him to do something like that. Sitting up, Omi stood and crossed the room and pulled the curtains back. It was dark outside, probably in the early a.m. hours for very little light was peaking from the darkened sky.
He pressed his fingertips to the cool glass. The area surrounding the window was trimmed in gold. The locks were gold and the ledge was gold as well. Not real gold, but the fake kind one would find in a nice hotel. Omi's fingers found the locks and he lifted up, praying that they were not locked. Alas they were.
All the fear and anger swelled in Omi and he smacked his fist on the glass. Letting his forehead fall onto the pane, Omi began to cry. His arms limply fell to his sides, and he just stood there, forehead pressed against the glass. Tears made their way down his cheeks. He looked out, outside just a few centimeters away was freedom, freedom from this nightmare, this captivity.
Feeling sleep begin to take over, Omi reluctantly walked back over to the bed. He climbed onto of the soft blankets and laid his head on the fluffy pillows. He didn't know why he was tired. He had just woken up maybe an hour ago. But the comfort and the exertion from the previous events were taking their toll on him. Without realizing it, Omi drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
Yoji sat reading the paper that Ken had left. He couldn't sleep. Every time he tried, visions of the flower shop going up in smoke brought him forcefully out of the fitful sleep. He had just managed to get away, but Omi. . . Omi had been taken again. What would they do to him? From the article, Yoji gathered that if Aya and Ken didn't get to Omi, he would be killed.
Yoji shuddered. He couldn't even imagine going back to the shop and not having Omi's presence around. It felt wrong to even think about. Looking at the clock, he decided that he had spent enough time in the hospital. He was going to go get Omi back. He'd meet Aya and Ken at the pier where they had rescued Omi the first time. Gathering his watch from the nightstand, Yoji placed it back in its original spot on his right wrist. Then he looked at the IV and heart monitors, not knowing how to turn them off and not really caring, Yoji pulled the IV from his arm and unsnapped the EKG's. The sound of a flat-line rang through out the room.
Yoji then gathered his clothes and made his way from the hospital room. He'd be there to help even if he couldn't do much. No body picked on Chibi and got away with it, especially if they were going to hurt him. Walking out of the main entrance Yoji lit up a cigarette then he crossed the street and began to walk quickly to what remained of the flower shop.
Ken and Aya both shuffled threw the debris left by the fire. The foundation was still standing, and from the outside you couldn't tell that there had been a fire, except the front door, which had been knocked down, and around the frame there were scorch marks. Ken pushed open the door to the basement. The smell of stale smoke greeted him and he couched and swatted away some ash that had fallen loose and was floating in the air. He stepped carefully on the stairs afraid that they would break if he stepped to hard. Walking gently down, Ken walked down the hall to the large hole in the wall where Omi's room once was. He walked in rather cautiously. Looking around he came to the conclusion that everything in Omi's room would have to be replaced.
With that he turned, knowing there was nothing he could do and walked into the basement living room. Against the wall was the chest where their weapons had been stored. Ken was thankful that the chest was fire proof and that the locks and door was still intact. Shuffling through his pocket for his keys he looked over the chest to make sure that nothing was damaged. Pulling out his key's he found the oddly shaped silver one that would unlock the weapons.
Inserting the key, Ken opened the chest and found his claws, Aya's sword and Omi's crossbow and darts. Yoji had been wearing his watch so it was not locked inside. Sliding the glove on, Ken picked up Aya's sword and Omi's bow and arrows. Omi would need his weapon if things got complicated and Ken was sure they would.
"Hey, lets go." Aya's cool voice sounded from the upstairs.
"I'm coming!" Ken called.
He gently climbed the stairs and joined Aya in the living room. "Do you have any idea as to where to look?" Ken asked shifting Omi's bow as he handed Aya his katana.
"The pier. That's where he was last time."
"But would they take him back to the same place?" Ken asked.
"Well, we won't know until we go now will we?" Aya asked as the walked from the burned structure.
"I guess not." Ken replied.
Not knowing why, Ken shut the door to the shop. It's not like anyone was going to steal charcoal. As he turned, he saw Yoji walking up the street.
"What the hell is he doing?" Aya asked.
"I have no clue!" Ken said. "YOJI!"
Yoji waved. Aya and Ken both walked down the sidewalk and met up with Yoji. He smiled as they approached.
"What are you doing?" Aya asked.
"I'm going to help you two get Omi back!" Yoji said drawing long on this cigarette.
"You're in no condition!" Ken protested.
Yoji shrugged. "Yeah, well Omi's like my brother too, you're not going to leave me out!" He said exhaling the smoke.
Aya shook his head. "Fine. Let's go. We have to get Omi!"
Ken and Yoji nodded.
"I'll get the car!" Yoji said.
As he jogged toward the garage, which was still intact, Ken and Aya watched the end of the street. Something was approaching them, something that resembled Omi.
To be continued. . .
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Crimson Tears: Okay well here is Chapter 10! YAY for me! I'm going to start up in Chapter 11! I hope you are all still enjoying Bleeding Angel! And if you have some suggestions please fell free to submit them! Review! Thanks a lot everyone who's reviewed! *Oh! BTW! For all of you who wanted longer chapters how am I doing? This chapter is roughly 3,000 words! Am I doing better?*