A Rock and a Hard spot

"You don't think, Schuldig? He wouldn't." Nagi shook his head.
"Yes, he would." Omi groaned with the worried expression on his face. he moved around the tale to take a seat by Nagi who refused the offered coffee.
"Caffeine's not really that great for me." Nagi looked to Omis worried face and wished he could comfort the blond. But there was simply nothing he could say truthfully that wouldn't just make it worse.
They had gone out on a trip, him and Omi. it had been a wonderfully prepared get away, (Free time was prepared for them in great detail) They were given directions to a small motel on the side of the ocean. This was strange for Nagi, but Omi had been excited about it often recalling many summer holidays with his teammates as they drove to the destination.
His teammates had summer holidays, they had fun in the sun. They had a life. Nagi found himself wanting Omi to not stop telling the many adventures he had with his team. The funny moments and the exciting things. The heart-felt love they shared.
But what Nagi envied most of Omi was, his team, they were like his family.
Both boys never really had a family to call on, not blood relatives. Omis had abandoned him, Nagi had suffered the same fate. What made the difference was, the way the boys had grown up.
Omi was raised by his team, his team had been loving, kind, caring, supportive, encouraging. Everything a family could of been and more.
Nagi had been raised by Rozen Kruez and Brad. Brad had been untouchable, taunting, unpleasable, cold, strict and unforgiving. Nagi had grown up in an environment that was; please others with your power or kill others with your power. It was almost always the second one.
Kill or be killed. Please who ever, or be replaced. his whole life he had been taught, he was expendable, he was not worth anything and that there were so many out there to replace him. He wasn't anything special.
He found himself wanting to live out Omis life more. Even if he did come out the other side a pussy with to much emotion to handle himself properly. He wanted to be there when Omi slipped under that girls skirt on accident and she had screamed and kicked him. He wanted to be there when Yohji had been hit over the head with a frying pan after pushing Manx to far. He wanted to live the moment Aya had fell sick and the whole of Weiss had to take care of there bed-ridden leader. He wanted to care, wanted to be cared for.
Nagi had found out that, he was cared for.
He had dared to hope that perhaps Omi did like him, even as a friend. He wanted to feel, unique.
He found himself longing to stay at the motel, to stay away, away from Schuldig, from Farfarello, and the constant reminder of who he was. He had thought himself cared for before, by Schu, by Farf and even by Brad.
Omi had unknowingly unraveled Nagis life, and all the things he thought he was. And the others of Schwarz were.
He wanted to just be away from them.
All they could do was cause pain. And Nagi knew he was the same as them.
And just as he had gotten back, Omis smile lasted for about three seconds in the door. And everything that Nagi had worked so hard at forgetting for that day, was back. Schwarz. He was part of that, and he now hated himself for it. He had always though highly of Schwarz, but then again, he had never had nothing to compare his life to. And antisocial person like him didn't get out much, and heard even less of the outside world then Farfy.
Omi stirred his cup and Nagi could almost see tears spilling into the brown coffee. he hated himself, he hated Schuldig, he hated his life.
Nagi watched the emotions on Omis face and from a far off place in his mind a voice laughed at him.
You can do nothing.
Helpless
the word ran in Nagis mind. Ringing like church bells on a Sunday morning.

"Pass the Ball Farf!" Farfarello kicked the checkered ball as hard as he could across the foot ball field to Ken. He smiled as he headed the ball into the net with non resistant goalie in it. Cheering wildly and smiling at his partner.
Farfarello didn't see the point of the game. But he had a smile on his lips also. Ken picked up the ball and came running over to Farfarello, who without flinching took in Kens full on tackle.
They had been doing this for hours, just fooling around with the ball. Ken seemed quite intent on going on for hours to come. Farfy didn't Really want to leave either.
They had practiced many skills, heading the ball was Kens favorite.
Once ken had stopped one a Farf's Kicks with his hand and Farfarello was quite sure he heard something break. But ken just forced a smile and remarked on the strength of his kick.
ken smiled as he rolled over to look at the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds.
Farfarello clutched the ball to his chest and lay down with ken, the two boys leaning on the earth, looking to the sky.
"Look, a bunny." Ken pointed to a misshaped cloud, Farfarello crooked his his head to slant the picture as Ken pointed it out to his friend. Farfarello smiled at the cloud as it took shape. A small fluffy bunny rabbit took place in his mind, the picture half of his imagination, half the cloud. Ken smiled at Farfarello and elbowed the man playfully. Farfarello grabbed Kens arms and bit down on it force.
"Oie!" Ken batted at Farfarellos head as the White head tightened it's death grip on Kens arm. Ken felt a small pang of pain an batted harder.
"Hey! Don't, not so hard!" Farfarello laughed, Ken pushed the man off of his arm to find a bruise forming on his arm. Farfarello smiled proud of his mark on Ken.
"Why I otta!" Ken lunged at Farfarello and Farfy danced out of his grasp, laughing at ken as they both got up and Ken gave chase after his teammate playfully. Farfarello threw the ball at Ken and Ken caught it and sent it sailing back at the other. It hit Farfarello in the back of the head and the white haired man went tumbling head over heels down a bank, Ken grinned and followed after him.

"Yohji," Yohji walked into the room with Schuldig beside him and Schuldig grinned and took the cup of coffee that Omi had offered the older blond.
"Thanks sweetheart." Omi frowned deeply suppressing the urge to hit Schuldig over the head. Nagi pulled out a chair for Yohji and poured another cup of the liquid for the blond. Yohji stretched his lanky form over the Chair and sighed deeply, looking refreshed. Omi realized that Yohji looked completely happy with himself, and if anything, Yohji was cheerful, disgustingly cheerful.
"Hey chibie." Yohji ruffled Omis hair and Omi pulled away from him. How could he act this way?

Yohji sipped at the coffee and wondered why Omi was turning so bitter. The young blond was happy, and carefree most of the time. Now his attitude had taken a turn for the worst, not only had Omi been bitter and unfriendly at the now, he was giving Yohji the dirtiest looks Yohji had ever seen on the blonds cute face.
Worse then Aya... No... Aya was better at the death glare, besides this wasn't death glare. But it wasn't a thoughtful frown either, Omi wasn't thinking about things. he wasn't misunderstanding things wither. he was putting a situation in hand and jumping to a conclusion, whitch is something Omi has been know for NOT doing.

"Will you ever leave?" Ken smiled at Farfarellos question as they sat by the beach.
"I don't know, I can't promise that I will, I can't say that I won't" Farfarello nodded his head and picked up the soccer ball, throwing it in the air and heading it from a sitting position. It rolled into the see and washed up with the waves. The two watched the soccer ball float back to shore and sighed in harmony.
"Hello there?" Ken and Farfarello turned there heads, quick as lightning towards the female voice.
"Hey," Ken responded to the figure above there heads on the top of the bank.
"What are you doing down there?" Ken didn't know the girl, he didn't even think she was familiar. She was short, Asian and had black pink tails that made her slanted eyes smile with her face. She looked young, but ken was willing to bet she was at least eighteen.
She smiled once again.
"We're... um... watching..."
"Our ball." Farfarello nodded towards the floating ball in the surf.
"We were waiting for it to come back to shore."
"Oh, can I play with you guys?" Ken wasn't about to let the girl play, being quite sexist he did not believe that the woman were better soccer players then Men.
"Sure." Farfarello answered and before ken could stop the mad man he ran to go get the ball. Leaving Ken and the girl to stand and wait. Ken sighed.
"I'm Ken Hidaka, That over there is, Farfarello." The girl nodded and smiled, watching Farfarello play in the surf.
"I'm Gloria. Nice to meet you Ken." The girl held out her hand And ken shook it.

"So, Nagi, you enjoy your visit with Omi?" Nagi nodded at Schuldigs question, the tension in the room was so thick Nagi felt it waiting down on him.
"What's your problem?" Schuldig ruffled Nagi's hair and Nagi pushed his former Teammates way from him and glared at Schuldig with his icy eyes.
"Don't touch me." Nagi hissed Schuldig didn't flinch back, instead he took a step forward. Crowding the other.
"What if I do?" Schuldig dragged a finger down Nagis cheek.
Nagi burst, his brain was screaming in disgust and his body just reacted with it's reaction to Schuldig. He Spun backwards and the blow of his fist didn't even hit Schuldig as his talent acted for him. Schuldig went flying across the room, a look of pure surprise on his smug face that Nagi laughed at.
"Don't touch me..." Nagi laughed at Schuldig as he stood out of the Chair before turning on heel, Omi didn't even flinch at the damage that would of done to Schuldig. 'He deserved it' were his own thoughts as he retreated from the room with Nagi.

"How long have you been playing?" Ken stood as Farfarello was once again in goal as the two took turns to shoot on the Irish man.
"Most of my life." The Asian girl was quick with her feet. Not as Quick as Farfarellos reactions. Catching the perfectly plotted ball with ease.
"You?" Kens' turn with the ball.
"Umm..." Perfect shot. Farfarello smiled as the ball flew above his finger tips.
"Same."

"I have zero respect for him any more." Omi turned on the light in there room. Nagi gave a grunt and Omi sighed over his thoughts.

"Why are they like that?" Schuldig played with his hair in a feminine gesture.
"I think they're jealous, or they just can't handle the fact that I screwed you." Schuldig flopped onto the sofa.
"Pick one." Yohji mused.
"I think I would like the Can't handle the fact one. Then I would know Omi was just horrified, he looked at me like he was..." Yohji put a hand to his head.
"Appalled, in a in dignifying disgusted way? Like you have demoted yourself by allowing this to happen? Like he thought you were to high to sink to my level. Like he always thought you were bad, but not THIS bad..."
Yohji nodded and gave Schuldig a quizzical look.
"I read it in his mind." Schuldig shrugged.
"Shit." Yohji kicked the sofa.

"Shit." Ken was saying good bye, it was time to go, and he had slipped on the gravel and fallen.
"Silly Kenith." Farfarello helped ken up,
"Fuck! That hurts Dumb ass!" Ken was referring to his now twisted ankle. Farfarello looked at the injury.
"Can I fix?'
"Fuck. No, you can't fix." Ken grunted.
"Help me up."

"How did you ever put up with that man?" Nagi bit his lip at Omis question.
"I don't know how, as of now. I look back and I can't explain it." Nagi caught a loud curse from downstairs and the two boys smiled.
"How 'bout, we get out of here. I personally don't want to listen to them fight, or fuck for that matter."

"Now, I think you'll have to drive Farf." Farfarello lifted Kens leg over the bike and Ken flinched a bit.
"Wait, can you drive?" Farfarello jumped in the front of the bike, flipping the helmet back to Ken.
"Hold on tight. Your in for a ride." Ken strapped himself around the surprisingly lean midsection of Farfarello.

"How is it that, you and I have become so alike?" Nagi sipped on the glass of water in the pizza shop Omi had shown him. A cozy little place that was not bustling with people, but instead had a steady drift of little bits of people. Crowds that Omi had to wave to every one because he knew them all.
Omi didn't wave to any of them, he just sat with Nagi as they disgust The Schuldig Yohji situation.
"I don't know. But I think I have changed, slightly. Since meeting you... You have opened my eyes."
"To what?" Nagi was just throwing the right questions now. He watched Omi think for a quick second.
"To the world I guess, Assassins work wasn't enough to show me. People are really cruel." Nagi wanted to laugh at the blond. He knew nothing of cruel. He was, after all, still a virgin.
Not letting the laugh bail up to his face. He kept his emotions placid.
"Please don't."
"Don't what?" Omi gave him a puzzled look, this was too easy.
"Don't piety me."

"Slow down Farf!" Farfarello was streaming through the open country, he liked the feel of kens hands strapped around his torso, and the steering of the motor bike was exceptional.
"Hold on Ken." On the other hand, he thought that, in the back of his mind. He knew, they were being followed.
"What are you doing?"

"Pitty?"
"I hate it, always have. Never had need of it, never will." Nagi leaned forward.
"Let's be equals. Me and you, you don't pitty me, and I won't call you a pussy." Omi frowned at Nagis bluntness.
"Ok."
Nagi offered his hands out to shake on it.

"Home's the other way Farf!" Farfarello was sure he was being followed, and not even discreetly. The other black car was now in full speed, as was the bike, and Farfarello was running out of places to dart into. Running out of dark allies to hide in.
"We are being followed You moron!" Farfarello hit Ken over the head and Ken cursed as he looked back.
"Faster! They are gaining."
"Your fucking bike is not that fast you dink!"

"You think I upset him?
"About what?" Schuldigs lazy form was stretched around the chair and he was soaking up the sun.
"About, us." Schuldig's shot up.
"Us?"

Omi took Nagis hands and Nagi smiled.

"There shooting at us!"
"I'm insane, not stupid!" The bullets were flying, glancing off the sides of the bike, missing them by inches.
"Hey, is that Omi?"

"There is no us." Schuldig's stood up and crossed his arms.
"I fucked you, end of story."

"Nagi!" Ken screamed out the name, Nagi whirled around, big blue eyes filled with a question.

"Excuse me!" Yohji stood up now.
"You were the one who I almost ditched, you followed ME into the bedroom.m you were MINE, I had you."

Nagi held up a hand and stopped the racing bike, Farfarello jumped off and Picked up ken with a strength that Ken couldn't say even Aya had. bullets ripped through Farfarellos left arm, sinking into Kens side.
Ken screamed out in pain, feeling blood rush.

"Hey!" Schuldig's pushed Yohji.
"I belong to know one! I can have as many people as I want, why should I settle for you, dick face. I am the one who decides who I want to be with, and I would not, as of now. make you and me an 'us'."

Omi cried out and Nagi frowned deeply in concentration, erecting a telekinisik barrier to protect them.
Farfarello pushed a table over, people were screaming, kens side hurt as Farfarello lay him back down on the pavement. Ken cried out, the bullet twisting in his side.
"Stay here." Farfarello brushed the hair out of Kens face. Ken blinked.
"I'll be back," Farfarello kissed Kens forehead and was gone before Ken could question him.

Schuldig pushed Yohji against the wall, Yohji grabbed a knife.
'Pleas don't make me kill you.' he thought.

"Die!" Farfarello sped out of the barrier without Nagis consent. Nagi flinched as his former teammate pushed his way through to attack the gunmen. Omi shot two down form inside the barrier.

Schuldig took both Yohjis arms and forced the other back into the corner, easily controlling the older blonds unmuscled arms.

Omi was down, his arm had been grazed, enabling him to pull the string back on his bow. Farfarello tore around the massacre site, innocent sandbyers were horrified, masses of buddies lay around the street square. Nagi was getting weak. Just hold up a few more...

Yohji flinched back, expecting to be struck in his helpless position.

Nagis barrier broke.
Nagi cried out, the last of his strength zapped, he felt to his knees and his head was throbbing, his mind was fuzzy. Not now, don't black out. Stay awake. Screams listen to the screams.

Schuldig kissed Yohji, Yohji melted into Schuldig with relief and tears spilt onto Schuldigs Shoulders.

"Nagi!" Omi ran over to his partner, feeling the barrier break in a big pop.
Omi knelt over the young boys form and lifted the dark haired Youth into his arms.
"Go! We must go now!" Farfarello was right behind Omi with Ken in arms. Ken was hanging onto Farfarellos neck and looking quite determined.
"Get the bloody car started you twit!" Omi ran, he ran towards Ayas red car. Police sirens pursuing him.

"I don't think you could of killed me, your too week. Give in with a simple kiss."
"You have won the battle,"
"But not the war." Schuldig snickered and plucked a strand of blond hair making Yohji tilt his head, exposing his neck.

"Not home. I drive." Omi tossed the keys to Farfarello, placing Nagi in the front seat, Farfarello gently pushed Ken in beside Omi.
"Keep him unstraight. And buckle up." Farfarello slammed on the gas petal and darted into a dark, narrow alleyway.