Omi no Kiken part 29: Monozuki

Omi no Kiken: part 29 Monozuki

A/N: Well, this one gets a little scary, keeping this story at an R rating, geh… only because I won't describe it in full detail. You'll know what I mean by time you get to it. Thanks all! I hope you enjoy the next portion!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Weiss.

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Ken glanced over at Aya from behind the shelving, he leaned back into it ignoring the wobbling and the dancing sounds of pottery on the top shelf informing those under it of it's beautiful motion.

"Hidaka." Aya warned with fierceness that rattlesnakes lacked.

"Oi, Omi's back. Just thought I'd tell you, and he's not broody so your crisis is diverted."

Aya nodded grateful to Ken's sudden change of heart from being a competitor to being a happy observer.

"He rented a stack of movies, and from the titles I caught I'd say the crisis is diverted but not defused."

Aya raised an eyebrow, since when did Hidaka become so useful! "Really, what movies?"

"He had a stack of ten. Would you like them listed alphabetically or no?" The eyebrow rose a bit higher still.

"Hn."

"Ringu, Battle Royale, Tell me Something, Silence of the Lambs, Red Violin, Red Dragon, Black Sunday, Frailty, Santa Sangre, and It. A lot of American films, a few are Independent films, and there was one Hong Kong flick, the others you know from theaters. Either way, I suggest bringing a blanket and pillow plus hiding Omi's darts and your sword in case a certain someone has a nightmare."

Aya contemplated and nodded, a valid point. Did one of those pots actually fall and clock him in the head? This isn't normal- Ken, having a valid, equal conversation and NOT pissing Aya off, this made him nervous.

"I suggest going out to greet him though, asshole. If he wasn't as happy as he is when he's with you, I'd have gutted you for half the shit you pulled within the last two weeks."

Aya smirked, there's the Ken he knew and tolerated! Oh, that's not how the saying goes? Ah, well. The important part is that Ken was back to his slightly unhinged self and that thusly restores the balance to the team.

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Kimegawa Rinzou leaned back into his plush office chair, he pressed the button to the speakerphone signaling for his secretary to send in his recently acquitted client.

"Congratulations, you've beaten the system." He looked over the psychotic man under his ward. "I've gotten you a present." He took out a nine-iron.

The man's eyes sparkled, "You remembered." He winked and giggled, "Kimegawa-san, I owe you my freedom and my life- how can I repay you?"

"Just be yourself." He flipped his hair up, "Now get going, I just wanted to give you the good news."

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A single shot rang out, followed by a splash as a body hit water, screams following it as did more shots fired. By the end of a ten-minute period, chaos was complete as a lone gunman proceeded to open fire into a crowded college campus.

Fast to the scene a team of reporters arrived already covering the carnage as the ambulances carted away several critical patients and assessing those killed on impact, a shooter stood up, laughing as the cameras scrolled up as another two shots were fired, the reporter dove towards the cover of the van as the braver still camera man focused on, in horror, the shooter as he pointed his modified rifle and blasting himself ending the shootings, he tumbled over the building leaving a bloody puddle as his skull cracked open over the cement walkway.

"Breaking news, a lone gunman opened fire on…"

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Omi flipped on the news catching the end of a shooting spree as a man showed the world what he was made of rather unorthodoxly. He visibly flinched as the sound resounded through the mission room, he glared toward the kitchen as the microwave beeped informing Ken that the popcorn was ready.

Slightly shakily, Omi turned the channel.

As the next channel focused in on picture another news report started to drone on, at first by listening to the audio Omi assumed it was covering the same incident, as the picture finally focused in closer, his eyes met with horror to another scene though, this one with a pair of familiar faces from earlier that day.

His eyes shrank back as a sheet moved to cover a rather drunk version of a girl's father that he had just encountered. Omi stumbled back onto the couch, the couch slid back a foot at the forceful amount of dead weight falling in awkward angles. More words sped by the basics being caught and processed by the blond as Ken walked into the room holding a bag of popped corn.

"…using a nine iron…"

'The trial…'

"…struck repeatedly in the head…"

"one dead on scene,"

"rushed to the hospital in critical condition…"

"…suspect is believed to have just been acquitted for the identical crime, questions of who the serial clubber…"

"…escaped before police could…"

"Be on alert for a…"

"How could they have let him GO! They had all that evidence and they let him walk!"

Ken blinked at Omi, "Oi… Omi… what's going on? How do you know about this? What's going on?"

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Rinzou walked along side of his penthouse office, moving across the glass walkway, staring straight ahead as he cleared his mind.

The same face appeared as he focused and refocused his eyes.

Whoever that had been had fascinated him, from what he saw he was a contradiction but one he could exploit, and use, and abuse.

His mouth watered at the prickly sweet-sour taste his mind conjured in preparation.

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Omi's heart changed, as did his stomach, from watching the horror movies halfway through the first stack.

Why was he such an idiot!

Ringu- an abused child betrayed and exacting revenge, oh how foreign a concept. His mind seemed to splinter so it could just look down at him, shaking it's borrowed image of Omi's features to scold him.

Frailty wasn't much different, one son has to choose to kill the other because their father was too weak to stop the evil one even though the quest seemed to show them fanatics… Way to describe Kritiker.

And Santa Sangre! Well at least he was just creeped out by association versus a complete parallel, though he did have to admit that the whole mental breakdown and forgetting about traumatic event and points thereafter kind have struck a chord.

Then the faces. Not just the nameless victims of horror movie slaughter but the faces of two very real people he had encountered that very same day, knowing that he might have been able to help them had he stayed behind… had he… if he only… Omi pressed his face into his chest, feet perched at the edges of the cushions he wrapped his hands around his bent knees leaning his head against his thighs.

Aya glanced up and down his blond counterpart. Taking up the remote from the couch corner he paused the film on a rather safe-scene.

"Omitchi…? Are you okay?" Cutting straight through the bullshit, Aya caught onto the trend rather early on, the sad thing is he knew Omi hadn't seen all those movies, he had just probably grabbed the scariest looking titles he spotted and ones that got the most attention in the media for being terrifying.

Ken turned away from the television strangely silent for the three movies as he held his tongue for the blond about the earlier incident.

"…On the news today, there was a girl and her dad, they were attacked, her dad died during it… I… I wasn't really at the arcade, the girl actually caught me on my way out of the movie store and made me take her to the courthouse for a trial…"

He looked harder down into his legs, putting more force to bury his face deeper, "there was a mistrial and the person who attacked them… has to be the same guy as from the trial, he threatened them, I was sitting right there… they asked me to come with them… but I didn't… and now… and he's dead… and…"

Aya blinked once, well that was unexpected to say the least. "I think we should turn off the movies for a bit, Omi. Come with me upstairs, alright?"

Omi nodded twice, the redhead turned off the TV and pulled Omi up off the couch leading him towards the metal stairway.

Ken sighed before leaning back and eating the popcorn in silence. After a few more handfuls he threw the bag down to the ground. He reclined further back into the chair, slumping downward until he was half-out of the chair before finally forcing himself to get up and throw out the now cold snack.

Once Aya cleared the hallway he spun Omi around to face him. Putting his hands around Omi's face his eyes bored into Omi's.

"Omi?"

The blond bowed his face down trying to hide the welling liquid waiting to burst past his eyelid-made dams.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner? You didn't have to sit through that…" he internally cursed the boy's selection of movies as well. "Omi…?"

The blond launched himself at Aya's chest clinging tightly to the other.

"Why didn't I stay? I could have helped them but… but…"

Aya's eyes softened. "Omi you can't know everything, it wasn't your fault that it happened, koi."

"What good am I… all I can do is kill someone, it doesn't bring them back… I'm such a baka…"

Aya pulled Omi closer to his chest. "No, you can't bring them back Omi. But you do stop it from being the next person, the next family, you know that." He knew the next choice in wording might wind up biting him in the ass, but he had to say it, "Don't forget that, most of all."

Omi blinked back, turning his face upward to look at Aya. "Ran-kun…"

Soft fingers smoothly glided underneath Omi's eyes wiping past the tears. Omi pulled himself closer to Aya, lacing his fingers around the base of his head, face resting in the crook of Aya's neck. Taking in a few calming breathes Omi caught a few stray hairs at the tip of nose, he smiled involuntarily forcing back a giggle.

"I seriously debate if I'll ever be well adjusted." Omi sighed, "Ran-kun, would you go with me for a walk?"

Ran smiled softly, "If you think it will help, sure." His droopy eyes locked onto the door at the end of the hallway. "Why don't you get changed and I'll spring for something to eat, hm?"

Omi smiled back to Aya, "I have a better idea."

Aya perked an eyebrow this had potential.

"Let's go to the park and go roller skating. I'll spring for the rentals, okay?"

Aya glanced up Omi in a look that near read 'you're kidding me' he smiled softly, he caught the sleeves to Omi's shirt and leaned in to kiss his lips softly.

Omi blushed then smiled, "Gomen ne, Ran-kun I'm sorry I haven't been myself…"

Ivory toned flesh wrapped around Omi's waist and again pulled him close, apparently Ran had 'hold mode' engaged, "I don't see that. You are being yourself, you smile just as often as always, sometimes even more in private audience, I don't see you as a different person, Omitchi you're still the one I love, I don't think I could ever stop loving you at this point."

A blush crept along Omi's cheeks threatening to leave him as pink as a summer sunset.

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Kimegawa glared into the ceiling, that same image playing over and over in his mind, he needed him.

Right now.

He walked out of his private office taking his hat and overcoat. Stopping in at his meeting room he pressed the intercom to inform his secretary he was leaving for the night.

Taking his keys and a pair of high-grade leather gloves he tugged them past his hands, securing his coat and lastly hat, he noted the shine in his shoe before he locked up the public office and exited.

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Outside of the roller rink Omi spotted a bench nearby a Japanese Maple, the leaves just opening up, starting to spring back into life. He smiled and guided Aya over towards the resting area, the filling moon slowly moving up the sky as the sun fell down it.

"Oh, so kawaii!" Omi sat down on the bench and looked up, through the budding leaves to see the moon.

Aya whispered gently into his ear setting the hairs on his neck on edge, "Hai."

Blushing Omi turned to face Aya, as he turned blurs replaced peripheral vision as his world locked on Aya. Omi kissed Aya chastely on the ear, hoping to get away with the public display without hearing about it later.

To his joy, he noticed Aya smiling at the gesture, he let his fingers trail up Omi's stomach, halting when he decided that might be too much for the public eye.

Kimegawa watched in intrigue at the display, it was a strange bit of bittersweet luck that gave him the chance to catch an eyeful of his newest interest, plus with the interaction the boy was engaged in he had a glimpse of what's to come and know the boy has some experience to say the least. His eyes lingered on the boy, locking on his features of his overstretched neck, the edge of his cheek as a blush moved up it, his chest as he took in shortening gasps, the flicker of fear in his eyes as he realized something was wrong, his mouth opening and closing, his left hand craning to cover his heart, the wince in his eyes. Kimegawa smirked, just a little longer.

Less and less air passed his lips, his eyes lost in thought missing their clarity, the blond fell forward as a very confused man beside him kept babbling on in drivel that Kimegawa could care less about hearing.

"Omitchi, what's happening?" He wrapped his hands around Omi's face, trying to lock the near-panicked eyes into his calming ones. "Omi, deep breathes, deep breathes!"

No use fighting it, he thought to himself. He wasn't about to let this pretty-boy out of his grasp.

"Omi what's going on, tell me what's wrong…"

So his name's Omi? He took a fast pace towards the redhead, "Excuse me, is something wrong?"

Aya only broke his gaze with Omi for a moment to acknowledge the stranger and inform him mentally Captain Obvious was obviously a fucking moron. His eyes locked back onto Omi, not letting the boy close his eyes, making sure all he would notice was him, in hopes that the calmness would still him. His hands continued to dig into Omi's shoulders keeping the boy from falling back off of the bench.

"Is this man bothering you?" He asked towards his newly acquired puppet. Omi's eyes shrunk further back until they snapped into themselves and fluctuated back towards a normal size like a rubber band gone flying. He pushed passed Aya and Kimegawa, running off as he struggled to recapture a balance of air in his belligerent lungs.

As he hit Kimegawa's shoulder something kept going through him, a feeling he was certain he didn't like, he didn't know why he was doing what he was doing, but he was doing just that. Doing… doing what? Running from Aya for no reason, by time he was capable enough to halt his body his body had built up enough carbon dioxide to stop him, sending him to the ground unconscious.

Kimegawa smiled inwardly careful not to show it, he threatened with the police but it seemed whoever this man was hadn't a fear of authority, it was strange really. Normally he could get a grasp for a person's intentions, inner workings, thoughts but he couldn't even get a scratch, not even in the darkest places, so pushing towards a new strategy…

"Well, as this seems to be your repertoire, here's my card. I'm a defense attorney. Whether attacking bishounen is just your thing or else wise, I'm sure we'll meet again later." With that he smiled a business-casual glance and left.

And cleared the corner going in the opposite direction.

Then doubled around after the redhead took off to find his toy. He already knew where the boy was, unconscious, out of view and ripe for harvest.

Once the redhead was out of range, he waltzed into the alleyway and lifted his quarry. "Ohayo, koi."

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Omi blinked sleepily as he let his eyes slowly regain focus, it was nice, this feeling, but strange. He felt so warm, not hot or uncomfortable, but warm. Everything around him was so soft, so gentle… he motioned for his hand to wipe his eyes, he was leaning back onto them, his skin warm from sleep. He tugged his hand realizing it hadn't come upon summoning. His eyes started to collect a sense to them. He pulled slightly harder, this time he heard something not quite sure what though, it felt like a vibration of something though, like he was knocking into something.

Kimegawa casually strolled into the room, still wearing his white business shirt, sleeves rolled up and tie loosened, pants now replaced by warmed gray jeans and a black leather belt, his socks seemed pristine in their white state. The man fixed his hair then continued to carry in the two glasses of champagne as if this was a common practice. He let his eyes roam freely up and down Omi's body.

He couldn't believe this was happening, his chest hurt, his nerves were on fire now, he was afraid… where this was going… Omi clenched his fists and pulled again at the …silk scarves! What in hell…?

The brunette elder approached the bed, placing the glasses beside the bed on a table he leaned in and stroked his hand down Omi's face, goose bumps appeared over Omi's arms and legs as he felt chills. He flinched his eyes still pulling at his bonds. Somehow his body was screaming at him in both repulsion and pain.

"Oh that's not a very pretty face." He smirked down at the boy, "But I can live with it." He leaned downward placing his lips over Omi's, carefully keeping his eyes strained on Omi's, the boy's eyes started to fog, slowly moving from the flinch to a dulled groggy form, hands opening from fists, falling as dead weight versus the pull from moments before.

His breathing thinned to that of a panicked rabbit, why did this hurt so much, his eyes just burned, he saw something too deep that no one should see. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, Kimegawa glared into those cerulean orbs he was so fixated with and swiped at the tears.

"Omi…"

The blonde's eyes flickered at the familiar term.

Kimegawa snaked his fingers around the flute on the table, breaching his kiss he put his other hand behind Omi's head tilting it up. Panicking eyes locked onto the other's.

"What… what are you doing… you… who are you?"

He put his pinky to Omi's lip. "Sh." Smiling his eyes turned into a look of mock-kindness, "drink this, it'll make it feel better."

Omi's eyes again shrank. "Make WHAT feel better!" Kimegawa's smile turned perverted.

It was a mistake to let his guard drop, along with his jaw, this was very bad, very, very bad. He couldn't keep his guard up, something kept hacking away into him and he couldn't stand it, the feeling of a drowning liquid in his mouth made him realize exactly how much trouble he was in. As the liquid tingled down his throat, a numbing prickle eating away at his senses further.

"Ng! Stop it!" The champagne bubbled with air past his mouth, the alcohol falling onto his chest. As senses blurred he realized that numbness also signaled something beyond mere liquor but also housed a sedative. "What do you WANT with ME!"

Kimegawa kissed his cheek. "Take a wild guess, bishounen. You're such a cock-tease, did you know that?" He licked Omi's earlobe, letting his mouth move around it.

"Stop it! YAMERU!"

He poured another half-glass down Omi's throat. "Don't act as though you don't want it, I know you do, maybe not with me but I can help you pretend. It's alright, I'll let you do that the first few times, you'll learn to love ME… after all, I'll treat you exactly as you deserve and I'll understand all your secrets, can you even say that other man could?"

"Get off me!"

"Now, koi, that's not a very nice greeting, particularly on how close we are." His hand rubbed downward onto Omi's chest, slipping the buttons open, the boy blinked at the new fact that his clothes had been changed, he had no idea where he was and his sense of vision was now blurring ridiculously. "Now, how do you prefer Ran to look like…" he echoed into Omi's mind several past images of his lover, some with his hair wet, others with different expressions, one with him giving a warm, sincere smile that looked to be from when they had first joined. Omi felt revolting that he could just let this freak sully his memories and make Ran's essence dirty simply by hacking into his head, just accessing things without realizing their relevance, bothering to try to see why those stayed and other images could be washed away…

His eyes flashed dark as a particularly ruthless face of Ran's appeared, when Ran had come to save him, he was just hanging there, tattered and hurt, scared to say the least, the look was only a flash but it was one of the most comforting looks in Omi's mind right now, that Ran would find him and give this man the very same look before he destroyed him.

Omi kneed up into Kimegawa's stomach as he was distracted with the rather unpleasant scowl that Omi had selected. "That's not a very flattering image, but if you'd rather me take you with his killing face versus his pleasant, sweet face, I'll have to oblige."

"Don't come near me!"

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