Anger issues

"Bradley, what am I 'post to do without you? How can I get to sleep?"
Schuldig rolled over to look at Yohjis sleeping peacefully next to himself.
On the next bed of course.
Schuldig had to promise a thousand times before the Blond would go to bed.
Not to try anything, but Schuldig was desperately lonely, and in need of a drink. His stash for emergencies was gone, and Yohji had refused to share. Schuldig crawled out of his bed and in the dark moved to place his face just by Yohjis on the bed. Studying the blond intently.

Farfarello was undruged, uncontained and unhappy. He sat not three paces from his new partner. Weiss, his kitten slept peacefully slumbering, drool leaked over his left cheek and onto the blue pillow Farfarello was completely captivated by this man.
Why? He didn't know. Was it Kens friendship with his mother before Farfarello had killed her? Was it the fact that he looked swell in his blue jeans and T-shirt? Whatever it was, Farfarello hated not knowing why this man made him feel so right.
It bothered him, and so he was unhappy. He moved closer picking up Kens pocket knife that was on his dresser.
"Sleep my kitten, peacefully slumber." Farfarello leaned over Ken, within striking distance he laughed, tilting his head back he smiled to the stars he knew were beyond the roof.

Schuldig ran his hands down Yohjis handsome chest and smiled, leaning himself over the deeply sleeping playboy humming softly to himself a German melody.
He wanted Brad back. He was lonely without his leader, and even though Brad was a stuck up prick of an American. Schuldig had grown found of him and Brad was not that mean to Schuldig. Not as horrible as some people were. Rozenkreuz still burned his mind. he hated them, he also hated the fact that Brad was the only reason he made it out of that place.
And so had devised to take Yohji on.
It made sense, Schuldig lonely Yohji shared a room with him, and was quite handsome at the same time.
Schuldig had had a fascination with the other man for quite some time. and had told no one of it.
Yohji was his little secret that he could never have, so he just dreamed. But now, Yohji was in reach. Schuldig suddenly had a chance to make some of those day dreams come true. It had been awhile since he had turned a straight guy. He thought it would be fun, a sort of challenge.
A chilling scream of pain that shook the house woke Yohjis mind. Not at all distracted by the scream, Schuldig pushed the playboy down on the bed.
Yohji frowned, not really awake enough for it to register that Schuldig was molesting him.
Both pairs of jaded emeralds in the dark locked and Schuldig delighted in the look of terror in the older mans eyes.
"Get off of me!" The blond, suddenly, lively, screamed and kicked Schuldig.
Who, gracefully, let a sly grin come to his face before doubling over from the blow to lower parts of his body.
"That was below the belt." He gasped from the floor in his futile position, clutching himself. Yohji got up and snatched a shirt up off of his dresser.
"You better not have been below the belt. For your sake." Schuldig glared on the floor, in the dark.
"Your such a pussy Yohji!" Ignoring Schuldig Yohji quickly gathered himself and there was a flickering of the power as Schuldig sighed. He felt Nagis wave of shock and terror run through his mind. One, two, three.

Bam! bam bam bam ...

Pop! bam bam!

All the lights in the house exploded as the little shop shook furiously. Nagis powers running through the power lines as each fuse exploded with a bang!
The light bulbs littered glass, in a pretty shower, all over Yohjis head. The blond cursed as he fumbled in the dark for the door.
'don't worry, it's just Farf. He's got your little Kenith with a knife. But he only stabs once. Nagi has been rudely awaken and has sent his shock waves through the building. Nothing to worry about'
"Nothing more then you raping me in my sleep! Get out of my mind!" Yohji fingered Schuldig in the dark and stormed out of the room. Schuldig heard him stumble down the hall and a exchange of voices. He followed unconsciously attracted to the action.

"Why? What did I ever do to you?" Ken spat at Farfarello who was still holding the bloodied knife. He clutched the bloodied wound in his thigh and was not really that much in pain, more angry at the sudden resentful action against him or no apparent reason. His anger boiled up and struck out at Farfarello with vengeance.
"You were..." Farfarello seemed to think for his actions too late. Ken cursed at the Irishman as fists hammered into the door.
"KEN! Ken are you all right? Ken please open the door." shuffling and hushed voices.
"Open the door you dirty fucker! You maniac! If you've hurt ken! I'll..." Yohjis voice loud and clear.
"Yohji!" Omis voice scolding Yohji.
Ken sighed. He really didn't need any help. He just wanted to sort out why the mad man had stuck him with his own pocket knife.
"I'm fine go away!" Ken shouted at the voices behind the door. The athlete turned his attention back to his partner. Better to work out problems now, before they had to work together on the mission.
"Now," Ken got up and walked over to Farfarello who flinched back and held the knife up in defense.
"Farfarello hasn't done anything bad! Don't punish him! Please no. I didn't mean to hurt ken, Just God. Only God. Just God..." Ken tilted his head to the side and watched the frightened Irishman shiver and hold the bloodied knife out towards Ken.
The knife was not pointed at Ken, more offering it to him. As the whit head was Mumbling incoherent jumbles of his thoughts and apologies all mixed with random passages from the bible as he shook in the dark.
Farfarello looked terrified.
"No drugs, no please." Ken took the knife from the shivering hand and flung it away. He didn't know quite what to do with the man before him.
Rocking back and forth humming Catholic tunes the other was not really any more a threat. Ken thought it was almost like Farfarello didn't know why he had hurt him.
All Ken knew was, the man was not threatening any more.
"Farfy." Ken was no longer afraid of the pathetic mess shivering before him. He put a hand On Farfarellos shoulder and There was more pounding on the door followed by Omis voice.
Ken ignored them. Farfarello stopped shaking and looked up at Ken with tears in his eye. Ken thought it was possibly the most messed up person he had ever met. And sitting there in the dark, wondered how the Schwarz members had bared to look at this.
how they had done this to him. Gently, softly, slowly, Ken brushed Farfarellos shoulders to comfort him.
"I'm not going to drug you, and I'm not going to punish you." Farfarello looked down at Kens hand, unsure what to do with the contact.
"No drugs?" Farfy questioned and there was more banging on the door. Ken shook his head softly to answer Farfarello.
"No. No drugs," Farfy looked puzzled.
"But Farfy, he didn't do something wrong?" Ken shot up with the thought, it hadn't even crossed his mind..
"No! Farfy is bad! Farfy hurt Ken! Look!" Ken pointed to The knife wound on his leg and Farfy followed his hand to gaze at it. He looked for a second then crocked his head.
"Then why you not punish Farfy?" Ken sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall with Farfy.
"Why did you do that Farfy? That's all I want to know." Farfy paused for a second and thought.
"There was a reason, I remember. I was not happy with you. But I forget why. I don't know, it was a unhappy feeling, discomfort if you will. And the only way I could make it go away was hurting someone else... Besides me." Ken looked down and for the first time noticed that Farfy was bleeding from more the one place. Great gashes down his chest, arms and legs. White bandages torn away from his blood soaked skin. Ken gasped. Farf was bleeding more then he was.
"Farfarello! Why do you do this?" Farfy blinked at Ken.
"No one has ever asked more questions about me. No one ever really cared why. Why should you?"
The door burst down and Omi, Yohji, Schuldig and Nagi rushed in through the dark.
"Ken!" Omi rushed over and Nagi with a quick step over to Kens dresser took up the tranquilizer and quicker then Ken could respond to, Darted Farfy in the chest. Farfy looked down at the dart and then to ken, smiled, his insanely creepy smile.
"No drugs?" Ken sighed and Farfarellos head slumped onto his chest in sleep.
"Ken! Are you ok? Look what he's done to you, why didn't you open the door? Can you walk?" Omi was all over the wound in Kens leg, but all Ken could do was look past the blond boy over to the Other man.
"He didn't even know why he did it." Nagi walked over to Farfarello and check the man over.
"I told you to drug him at night, or at least put him in a straight jacket. You should of listened to me." Ken felt a angry white flame start inside of him at that dark haired Japanese youth. He didn't know where it came from. But a dark remorse welled up inside him as Nagi pulled Farfy up and out of the room.
"Wait!" Nagi stopped at the door way, floating Farfy in front of him. Ken felt all eyes on him as he leaned on Omi to get up.
"I promised him I wouldn't..." Nagi looked at him and Ken felt extremely Awkward.
Schuldig burst out laughing.
"Ah ha!" He pointed at ken and didn't hide one bit of laughter. Ken went red.
"You feel sorry for him do you? After he stabbed you in your sleep? You still feel sorry for him? Oh gosh. What a push over. Nagi, leave the man here. Ken can sleep with him. he doesn't want you to drug him. Or punish him." Schuldig continued to laugh and Nagi frowned deeply after the look of shock passed over his face.
"Very well." Nagi flung his arm and Farfarello was flung across the room and, after hitting the wall, dropped on his bed. Nagi left the room.
"Ken," Omi put a hand on Kens shoulder. His blue eyes held much worry. Ken hated it when Omi worried over stupid things.
"I'm fine Omi..." Omi put a hand over Kens mouth.
"Shuss, I don't know what you have planned. But please be careful." Omi looked down to Kens leg and shook his head.
"I need light." Omi looked at Yohji and Yohji sighed.
"I'll go get some light bulbs and replace the fuses." Yohji left the room trailed by Schuldig. Ken sighed and Omi bit his lip, kneeling down to look at Kens leg.
"It's a good thing you didn't have jeans on, that would of caused more trouble." Ken sighed and felt the warm blood dribble down his leg. It hurt, but he was used to pain. Omi walked ken over to his own bed and ken sat down slowly.
"I'm gonna have to stitch that up." Ken nodded and leaned back so he was lying down. Sleep came to him as quickly as it always did. This time it was almost involuntary.

Kens head was clear, and the morning breeze meant that Omi had forgot to shut the blinds and Door to the deck. He moaned and remembered. Omi wasn't living in the same room as his any more. he was in the storage room with Nagi, and he was stuck here. In this room with this mad man. Ken smiled and looked over to his new partner sleeping peacefully in the bed next to his. He sat up and the sore pain in his leg came in sleepy waves. He moaned and scratched the back of his neck. Looking down at Omis patch job he smiled. He loved that kid. He got up and right to the left side of him were a pair of crutches with a sticky note on them in Omis writing.

This is for you, you'll be one them for three days at the least. Get better soon Ken
-Omi

Ken picked up the crutches, not even bothering to see if he could stand on his own. Omi was always right. He moved slowly wobbling on the supports, over to his dresser where he found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to put on, moved back to his bed he sat down and pulled on the shirt. Moving slowly he pulled the Shorts over his boxers and sat up. he was greeted by a slightly shocking but still familiar face.
"Good morning Ken." Ken was surprised to here his name from Farfarello. Who had, until this point in time, Called him Kitten.
"Good morning Farfarello, you sleep well?" Ken was surprised he didn't feel a bit remorseful at the man. Ken felt a finger tracing his wound and flinched back. Farfarello looked up at him as he pulled his Leg up.
"I did that?" Farfarello asked standing up. Ken nodded, a bit of fear returning to his mind. Farfy nodded and moved away. Ken flinched as His entire arms from shoulders to elbow was bandaged with Red stained white. Also his legs from ankle to knee, and shoulders. The stringy man looked awkward slouched over as he walked. Ken felt sorry for the man. Ken watched as Farfy pulled a vest pants and tank top on along with his leather collar. It seemed he slept with his eyes patch on. Farfy moved out of the room without any more contact with Ken.

Nagi was eating peacefully by the time Omi got up, it was nice to have someone else in the house up this early. Omi smiled as he entered the kitchen. Aware that Nagi was still irritated with him for last nights events. Omi remembered Nagi had been sleeping so peacefully and then as soon as Omi touched him, Bam! Nagi shot up a screamed awake. Clutching at Omis hand, a look of terror beyond anything Omi had seen all over the younger boys face. and then the lights when out with a bang! And the shop shook for a few seconds as Omi calmed Nagi out of his shocked state. Nagi had blown all the light bulbs and fuses. He had slapped Omi as hard as he could across his left cheek and gave Omi a long lecture about not touching him when he slept. Omi was so socked at what had happened he was sure he would NEVER do that again.
"Good morning Nagi." He offered and Nagi gave him a curt nod and continued with reading the paper he had gotten for himself. Omi always got the paper. Swallowing Omi moved over to the refrigerator and opened it to find something to make breakfast for everyone. cooking was more of a two person job now. For all these people. It was a chore, Omi always enjoyed cooking. Realizing that Omi new nothing of what Schwarz members liked to eat he turned to Nagi.
"Umm..." Omi struggled for words in the awkward silence.
"Spit it out." Nagi placed the paper down and looked at Omi content.
"Is there anything... You guys don't like to eat?" Nagi smiled a bit.
"Don't be so tense Omi, it was a mistake anyone could of made. Cool it, I forgive you. I was just angry last night that's all. Now," Nagi walked over to the refrigerator to peer inside. Icy eyes scouring the contents, finger tapping on his fine chin in thought.
"Here!" Nagi pulled out the milk and Eggs, then some lunch meat.
"Where do you keep your cereal?" Omi pointed to the cupboard three from his right just above the sink and Nagi pulled out the sugar coated stuff and decided it was good enough.
"Farfarello always has Raw eggs blended with lunch meat, ketchup, tuna, olives and mustard. He won't anything else in the morning so..." Omi shivered.
"Gross! He actually eats that?" Nagi nodded with a smirk.
"HE thinks it taste good. And Schuldig, he don't eat too much, diet contains mostly drugs and liquor. But sometimes he eats a protein Shake and ice cream." Nagi handed Omi the ice cream and Omi gave him a puzzled look.
"That's not very healthy." Nagi smirked even more.
"Schuldig himself, is not very healthy, I'd watch out if I were you. You could get AIDS just by standing next him. So don't get too close." Nagi pulled the blender from it's very rarely used position. Omi caught him from falling off the counter, supporting the younger boys legs and Nagi blushed as he was resting on Omis head.
Omi pushed Nagi upright without a word and Nagi cleared his throat and put the blender down.
"You'll need to keep this in a more accessible place." Nagi stated as he got down from the counter top he had been sitting on.

"Schuldig, if you are within twelve paces from me I would run before I open my eyes and see you." Yohji heard some rustling and a light flickered on. Both men Screamed and turned over in there beds, burring there head in the pillows. Screaming each others name to turn of the light.
"Schuldig?" Schuldig heard Farfarellos voice and threw the alarm clock at the man.
"Go away! And turn of that light! Now! Before I..." Yohji heard Schuldig screech some more at Farfarello and then the door slam and the lights go off. The locking of the door and a rustling of blankets as Schuldig flopped back down on his bed.
"Don't worry, I'm nowhere near you." Schuldigs voice was muffled by the pillow Yohji knew was gripped in his mouth. Yohji sighed and opened his jade eyes, taking a few moment to adjust to the darkness.
The fan was turning slowly overhead and the window was open. Yohji felt a could breeze swish over his chest as he breathed in the morning air.
"What time is it?" Yohji rolled over to face the ceiling.
"Nine." Schuldig answered and Yohji groaned again wondering if Schuldig got waken up like this every morning.
"No," Yohji shivered at Schuldigs answer to his thought. Frowning at the invasion of his privacy.
Schuldig just continued, flicking a small piece of hair out of his face with a feminine jester that Yohji found strangely fitting for Schuldig.
"It's strange the way Farfarellos been behaving lately. It's not like him to do any of the stuff he's been doing of late." Schuldig looked at Yohji, green eyes smiling in the darkness. Yohji was his. He could tell Yohji had just thought about him. It made him feel good to have his blond man thinking about him so often. Gave him a slight giggling fit in his mind. Like a school girl that giggles because the hot, calm, cool, collected guy just waved at her.
It was always contained though. Never going anywhere but his mind. Yohji looked at him puzzled and frowned, sighing and picking up a pair of pants.
"Why must you constantly be in my mind?" Yohji was too tiered to be mad at the man. It was a simple question he wanted to be answered. Nothing more, he though.
Schuldig smiled larger, his wide German mouth always pulling off the perfect smirk that spread from one corner to the other corner of his face. and just when you thought it couldn't get any bigger. Schuldig could always prove you wrong. Pulling off an even wider grin.
"I have only been IN your mind once, that's it." Yohji snorted at that statement. Schuldig rolled over to face his blond partner a slight frown to his lips.
"You don't believe me do you?" He sighed and rolled back over to face the ceiling once again.
"I don't need to be in your mind to read your thoughts. It's like you think..." Schuldig never really had to explain it before.
"...You think really loud. It's hard NOT to here your thoughts." Yohji faced Schuldig in the dark.
"I THINK loud? How is that even possible?" Yohji asked and Schuldig smiled in the dark.
"Really, the louder ones, they are smarter. They are the ones who think everything through before making an action. You and Omi, gosh you guys are loud." Yohji nodded spotting the hidden complement.
"So back, back when we were... Captured and you told us to shut up. You didn't mean to stop talking."
"Bingo." Schuldig perked up, a sparkle to his eye. Yohji was getting this.
"You guys were loud. And for some reason my Abilities retaliated when I put up mental barriers. Another words, I couldn't block out any of your thoughts. They just kept coming." Schuldig sat up on his bed and turned on the small dim lamp on his corner table. The light caught him in a perfect pool, softly lighting his pale skin and bright hair, illuminated by the light, it almost seemed blond.
"I like Ken, he thinks really slowly, really softly and very sparsely." Schuldig flashed a grin at Yohji and Yohji couldn't help but smile back.

"Ken, your up early." Ken hobbled down the stairs to be greeted by Omi, who was as of now blending a kind of sickening orange mixture and smiling as he always was in the morning.
"Farfy left the door open, the cold air woke me up." He said waving curtly to the other youth, Nagi nodded and gave him a smile.
"What on earth are you doing?" Ken looked around the room with a slight smile at Omis unorthodox ways.
"I'm making breakfast, what would you like Ken?" Ken smiled at his blond boy.
"No thank you Omi," Omi almost dropped the cup he was getting.
"What? Ken you always eat. More then anyone. You feeling ok?" The athlete smiled back at Omi and nodded.
"I'm fine Omi, just not hungry." Ken then got back up and just as Schuldig walked in the room, excited.
"Have you seen Farfy? I have a bone to pick with that squaw fish." To Omis surprise Yohji walked in the room right after Schuldig, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room. He smiled at Omi with a nod.
"What did he do this time?" Nagi smirked at Schuldigs foul glare.
"He woke me up! At nine!"
"And in the process woke me up too!" Yohji sat down and Omi brought him a cup of coffee with plenty of sugar.
"Thank you Omi." Yohji drank it as if it was life support. Schuldig smiled at the blond boy as he got another cup ready. That's right, you better make that coffee. Smug grin was in place as he sat down.
"And you are mad at him?" Nagi peered over his laptop to gaze idly at Schuldig.
"Ja! I mean, you just don't do that to Schuldig." Nagi snorted at Schuldigs power hungry statement.
"Good luck, I don't think Ken will let you near him Schuldig. He's pretty set in his ways." Nagi went back to gazing at his laptop as Schuldig stormed out of the room to search for Farfarello.
Yohji moaned, mumbling to himself. Omi smiled and sat down beside the familiar Taller blond. It was good to have Yohji with him.
"Rough night Yohji?" Yohji knew to what Omi was referring too and nodded sipping his coffee. Omi smiled and put his hands on Yohji shoulders and began to rub away the nights crooks. It was something Omi did when Yohji just go too stressed. Overworking Yohji could result in bouts of depression witch resulted in Yohji Aya fights and Omi hated that.
So he would calm them both down. Mostly Yohji.
He and Yohji were quite close. After all Omi was always the one to drag him in the door when everyone else was asleep because it was a unholy hour to be up.
Omi was always the one to Clean Yohji up after one of his many drunken fights. He was always gentle. And Omi was always the one to talk things out between Aya and Yohji when things got to locked doors and suborn attitudes. Omi had a way to seeing both sides of the problem. And could almost always find a solution.
Yohji leaned forward and put his head on the table. Omi smiled and Nagi gave him a funny look. It looked as if the dark haired youth felt slightly awkward with Omi touching Yohji, but didn't want to move.
Omi gave him a smile but didn't bother to explain. Yohjis shoulders fell down and he seemed to fall asleep on the table. Omi smiled at the taller bond. At least he wouldn't be on the mans bad side when he was grouchy this afternoon.
"You'll let him touch your shoulders?" Yohjis head snapped up and Almost hit Omis head. Omi flinched backwards and sighing, shook his head at the Orange haired man.
"Because he trust me." Omi stated.
Yohji sighed and flung a hand at Schuldig, trying to dismiss the German man.
Schuldig just walked further into the room and sat down in the chair beside Yohjis giving the blond a good look he snorted. Omi threw his head up in a snobbish gesture and with a final pat to Yohjis head he left to go to the pantry.
"No wonder your tiered Yohji," Schuldig go up and resumed Omis spot behind Yohji and Yohjis head shot up once again as cold, light fingers prickled his shoulders.
Schuldig smiled brightly, Yohji had not gotten a wink of sleep last night. It was all because of Schuldig of course. The blond had not trusted the other to keep to himself. So had forced himself to stay awake. Schuldig smiled at the situation.
"Sussh." Schuldig cooed into Yohjis ear and Yohjis head fell straight forward again. Not hitting the table by a inch, held up by Schuldigs Hand gripped firmly on Yohjis chin. Omi turned away, with a gasp.
What should he do? What was Schuldig doing?

Yohjis eyes didn't respond to anything, they just kind of lulled into the back of his head. Schuldig smiled at his prisoner.
Yohji was immobilized, for now. It was a trick he had picked up from working the streets. You just had to shut there brains down, Yohjis mind was so easy to navigate, it was so easy to find the right switches.
What plans he had for his pet. Schuldig picked a piece of hair up off of Yohjis forehead and tucked it behind his ear.
"Please! Take your toy somewhere else to do that Schuldig!" Nagi rolled his eyes and Schuldig smirked.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. Did I disturb you?" Nagi got up slamming his notebook on the table, ready to take the matter farther. Omi beat him to the punch, coming into the room with the bottle of red ketchup to put in Farfarellos drink, eyes like Ice Omi clenched his fists.
"Hands off Yohji!" Omi was suddenly brought to the center of attention and Nagi shook his head.
Bad move on Omis part.
Schuldig would have his toy no matter what the boy did. And if Omi tried to stop him, Schuldig would only smile and make matters worse.
Which he did.
"You mean, don't do this?" Schuldig smirked, trickling his hands up and down Yohji chest and planting a kiss on Yohjis right cheek.
Omi broke.
If it was one thing he would not stand for, it was the abuse of his close friends, in Any way.
The blond boy ran after Schuldig with the bottle of ketchup raised above his head. Schuldig smiled and Caught the boys flying fists with grace, flipping the blond over and hearing a crack as Omi landed hard on his back.
The ketchup bottle in Schuldigs left hand.
Omi arched up as white pain ran through his spinal cord and head. A cry of anger and pain escaping from his trembling lips, his arm felt out of joint, and quite possibly, was broken.
Schuldig smiled down on Omi.
With his inhumanly speed, like quick silvery, he melted down to the boys side. Omi gaped with tears in his eyes as Schuldig trailed a finger down the blonds heedless form. His emerald eyes not Meeting Omis, but lulling over his shape on the floor.
"You are so sweet and innocent, would you like to loose that innocence? 'Cuse I'm sure your would taste soo sweet."
"Schuldig enough!" Nagi watched As Schuldig picked up a chair and was going to resume beating the blond boy until Omi learned to not interfere with Schuldig love slavery.
But Nagi was quicker, Taking the chair from the Mans hand and whacking the back of his head with the one leg, taking Schuldigs own feet from under him.
The orange haired German was now on his back too. A glare of death aimed at Nagi.
"What the fuck is the matter with you!" Nagi hurried over to Omi, turning the boy over and helping him up as he glared at Schuldig.
"We're not 'post to hurt one another! We are a team now Schuldig! We must work together!" Nagi glared even more at the older man and Schuldig leaned against the Doorway, working on a glare of his own.
"That's not it," Schuldig struggles as his glare turned into a smirk. Nagi gasped,
"Get out of my mind!" The determined youth screamed form his corner of the room. Schuldig smirked at Nagis sudden defense raised up around his mind, it was too late, Schuldig already heard the boys thoughts.
"Tell him the truth." Schuldig spat out, pointing to Nagi.
Nagi froze under the finger point. In to a dreadful shock that gave Omi goose bumps to watch the other struggle for his own free will.
Nagis lips trembled as he turned, rigidly, to face Omi, a look like a half there frightened rabbit.
Eyes glazed over and face expressionless, Omi could still see the battle inside his mind through his dark, glass-like eyes.

His heart was going a hundred mile an hour. But Schuldigs control over him was strengthening every second.
Schuldig dug further into Nagis mind. Gripping him and his functions. Nagi looked at the blond teen before him and trembled.
"Stop! Schuldig! Stop it!" Omi screamed his voice hoarse and off-key. He held himself against the walls. Schuldig smirked at the feebleness of the two boys before him.
"Tell him! Tell him what you think!" Schuldig threw a hand out to Nagi who fought with all his might to keep his secret. Tears ran down his blue eyes that suddenly now held so much terror it made Omi wanted to run. But Omi knew he couldn't. Nagi was gripping him. He could feel the invisible fingers holding onto him.
Nagi couldn't help it. Omi felt him grasping at his older partner.
A feeble attempt to stop that, Nagi gulped down and whimpered.
"Tell him!" Schuldig smiled as Nagi whimpered and more tears came.
"The more you resist the more you feel pain!" Schuldigs last word was accompanied by a howl of pain from Nagi who would of fell to his knees, Omi was sure, If Schuldig wasn't holding him up.
"You are... Are... Are... You are... God forgive me... Only... Thing... Ahhh!" Nagi gasped with painful words. All coming from the quivering lips by force.
"Stop it! Schuldig! Your hurting him! Don't do this! Not to your own teammate!" Omi lunged forward to be greeted by Schuldig, who picked the boy up by his hair.
"Listen!" He hissed and forced Omi face close to Nagis. An insane look to his crazed eyes.
he had lost it, Schuldig was mad.
"Can you hear his thoughts? Can you here them! I can, I can. And why? Why for you?" Nagis Tears fell on Omis Cheeks there faces were so close.
"I'm sorry." Nagi bit his lip till it bled and looked down, attempting to shadow his face. hiding the pain.
Schuldig had never gotten this angry at him before. Nagi didn't know or care what Schuldig was angry at him for. All he knew was, Schuldig was angry.
Pain was coming.
Detach yourself.
You are no longer with your body,
Let yourself go, he was quite good at this by now.
Beatings and other volitions of his body were an act against him from very young. So he had learned to ignore his body, in a way most people though impossible.
He would take pain in this way, it was a buzz in his brain.
So he did, letting his body go and fading deeper into his mind.

Nagis will was fading, his eyes became more and more distant as illegible gurgles came form the others lips. Omi cried out.
"Get off of him!" Omi was so glad to here kens voice he screamed out for joy. but he was greeted by a more horrific face.
Farfarello jumped on Schuldig and with a small movement Schuldig wasn't even able to resist. Schuldig fell down.
Nagi Fell to his knees and Omi fell with Schuldig, gasping for breath Nagi felt the tears come.
Tears he had waited all his life to cry. Tears of loneliness and self pity he never had time for. he had kept them so in check before. He never wept when he endured beatings from random people as a child. He never wept when he saw his mother die in his own arms when he was only two. He never wept when Brad was stolen from him. His only real comparison to a father was Bradley. Nagi never felt the need to cry, to howl out rage. He was too collected for that. Emotion was only in the way.
It all came to him now. Abuse from years ago resurfaced. Nagi wasn't sure weather it was Schuldig pulling out of his mind that brought out theses wounds. Or the fact that someone else was weeping in the room. Beside him Omi held out a hand to his partner. He was crying. What a pussy. Nagi made himself laugh, a hoarse choke of emotions mixed. Nagi looked away to see Schuldig was lying there on the floor. Why was he so angry at me? Nagi felt more tears flow from his cheeks and sniffed leaning over and letting the tears flow. A coked sob heaved his body. Then suddenly there was a soft warm comforting form around him.
Omi held the younger boy in his arms. A comfort Nagi had never felt before. Nagi Turned quickly to gasp at Omi. Both pairs of blue eyes met and Omi smiled softly, tears still running down his cheeks.
"It's ok, it's all over now." Nagi pushed himself deeper into Omis grasp. He had never felt so cared for in his life. When Omi smiled at him. When he knew there was a friendship there that only came about after a night. It wasn't something that Nagi wanted to hold back. But the emotions brought up by Schuldig unwillingly let Tears flow and uncontrollable sobs. Pity. Nagi hated it. Yet when it was painted across Omis face. It didn't seem that bad. Nagi needed that comfort. More then anything now, now that he felt it. Now that he had a chance to taste kindness and feeling that dulled Brads. A compassion and mercy of a fellow human being. It was all too much too fast. But Nagi didn't care.

Omi caressed Nagis dark hair and smiled to himself on how much this child reminded him of his younger self. Way back when. He had felt alone. He had felt sorrow and he had felt that the only thing he would ever feel from others was fear, hate and remorse.
Then Omi had met his team. He knew how it felt to have the leader ripped out of his life. Nagi seemed to take Schuldigs betrayal of his personal space hard.
A dark wave of emotions shook the boy and Omi squeezed Nagis shoulders. Silence was broken:
"Nagi?" Farfarello took a gentle step closer and kneeled at Nagis side. Nagi still clung to Omi with a desperate grasp. Tears wetted Omi yellow shirt. Farfarello smiled at Nagis tears and wiped a single one from his pale cheek.
"Nagi, why you cry?" Nagi sniffed and Smiled at Farfarellos kindness. Worry if you will. Letting go Of Omi Nagi seemed to realize what he was doing and kindly pushed the older teammate away from him.
"I'm sorry." He muttered and Omi nodded,
"It's all right, I don't mind." Omi struggled with the words in his choked up throat. Farfarello moved closer and Nagi smiled at him patting the Irishman on his left shoulder.
"Thank you Farf." Nagi gathered himself and stood solemnly, on his own with out another word the Japanese youth excited the room with a quickness that Omis mind blanked out for a second and missed him.
Omi regretted not saying a few things before the moment was past. But it was gone and all he could do was sit there. His arm felt like it was going to fall off. And by the looks of the broken limb the pain seared into his mind. A realization of how much damage the German could do so quickly.
Ken knelt beside the blond boy and embraced him in his grasp. Omi felt tears dry up and quickly stood with Ken.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get here quicker." Ken said and Omi shook his head.
"It's not your fault. It's theses screwed up people!" Ken ruffled Omi hair and smiled at the younger blond.
"These people are screwed up for a reason. WE don't understand right now why they are like this. They all have there problems. But it's not there fault the world is cruel, we just have to be patient." Omi was stunned, Ken was defending the man who just broke Omis arm and possibly injured his back.
Omi would of thought something like that from himself. Ken was wallowing in there pity. and yes they were pitiful. Omi shrugged away from Ken.
"Your wrong, they're heartless bastards, no matter how they became this way. They will always be heartless bastards." Omi couldn't look at ken. He walked away promptly. He was passing the kitchen when Yohji sprang awake and looked at Omis left side of his face and arm.
"Holy Shit kid! What the fuck happened to you?" Omi gave Yohji a half hearted smile.
"Yohji, can you take me to the hospital? I think I broke my arm." Yohji was in disbelief.
"What happened?'