Omi no Kiken part 36
Cool steel in hand, Omi held Ran's .45 caliber Glock imagining just how much of a kick-back that monster would have. Touching below his nose with his left hand, he pulled it back to investigate for any more pooling shades of red.
He couldn't help but feel swimming, his body ached and for a moment he was reminded of the double-dream catcher hour glass thing that the bastard lawyer Kimegawa Rinzou had had. He felt his chest tighten, blue orbs went wide, if that was any indication…!
Omi shoved the door open and ran towards the shop, his knee hissed at him very loudly for the action.
Upon arriving, he spotted Ran investigating a pane of shattered glass, the redhead's ear-tails spun upward as his head whipped around to see Omi. Panting, Omi clutched his chest.
His fiery violet eyes expressed an instant question, asking if they were upstairs, the same eyes were laced with a determination to go hack up any enemies there.
"No one's there!" Omi huffed out, still holding his chest.
"Then what's wrong Omi? I told you to wait there! And why are you moving around?"
Omi shook his head, "I had a very bad feeling about being up there, it was almost exactly the same with Kimegawa."
Those violet eyes widened past their typical narrow slits before he could fix a glare, he approached Omi and wrapped a secure arm around the blond's golden hair, crushing him closely to his chest.
"I'm calling the others and we're going to a safe-house."
The dark blond mop of hair nodded at the idea before Omi slid down the wall to sit down and give his leg a break. "This has to be bigger than just Schwartz…" Omi stated, thinking that something so focused and elaborate would be against the dynamic relationship the two teams seemed to have with each other, though, he could just be having a heart attack and with all this stress in his life it did hold a distinct threat.
Omi's ears perked, hearing something from the wall. "Ran… did you clear the apartment?"
Ran looked at Omi uneasy, "…No. Why do you ask?"
Cerulean eyes narrowed to match the same distrusting glare Ran was fixed with, "I hear something behind the wall." Omi forced himself upright, "Let me go in first."
The dirty look he was faced with was very apparent, but Omi knew that if either of the two should get taken out of the fight with a cheap shot it should be the one with the least to contribute to the group. Omi pressed his back against the wall, with his fist, he punched his arm backward, throwing the door open, a flash-bomb went off, lighting up the room, Ran and Omi shielded their eyes, Omi rolled around
the wall through the door, gun aimed straight forward to deal with any possible confrontations. His eyes scanned the room that housed no other bits of damage short of some char-marks on the kitchen cabinet.
Inwardly, Omi twitched about having to clean up his poor kitchen after all this, but continued his sweep of the room. "Ran, what is going on here?" Omi asked in disbelief as he was met with a completely empty room.
A smashed shop-front display and a flash-bomb but no attackers, no theft, it was petty vandalism with really expensive spray paint substitutions. Then, Omi saw it. In the corner of the room he saw the true threat. He recognized that obnoxious ribbon anywhere, Sakura had taken fancy to wearing the gaudy thing, yet here it was, in they private apartment and he knew damn well it wasn't because the girl had advanced in her stocking techniques to know how to pick the locks. He also doubted she used flash grenades.
His eyes were narrow until he remembered his dream, he spun out of the room, "Aya! Ran we have to check on Aya-chan now!"
Ran's head whipped at the name dropped from his lover's lips.
"Whoever did this has Sakura-chan, I think they're going after your sister too, get in the car!" Omi was already half-way to the mission room, grabbing as many darts and projectiles he could before hobbling to the car.
Ran was on conversation three, first went to Manx, the second went to the hospital, the third to Hidaka's cell phone, he figured if the brunette saw the shop's number he'd be more likely to pick up than say, Kudou.
"We aren't too late, are we?" Omi asked, his body was racked with adrenalin, he could feel his chest tighten as he waited for Ran to answer him.
Ran hung up on Ken before dialing number 4, he had to see if Sakura really was captured, though he hardly doubted Omi, he had to check to make certain this wasn't some set-up or trap, that she was actually gone. After no answer, he could only assume that yes she, in fact, was taken too.
Taking his keys he slipped into the car, "I'm taking you to a safe-house, Manx is sending Birman to guard Aya-chan." Ran's voice was firm in this, but Omi wasn't sure how he felt.
He was angry, confused, but also he somehow was grateful that Ran was showing his protective side even if the timing was horrible. "We can't wait for that, Ran, I want you to get your sister, it's too risky to just have one person guard her, we should pull her to a safe-house!"
"Omi, in your condition you wouldn't be able to properly defend yourself let alone Aya-chan. Get in the car."
Omi's mouth gaped, "Ran…" He couldn't believe the words coming out of Ran's mouth, it was almost like Ran just told him how precious he was, and yet, again, totally afflicted with crappy timing as Aya-chan needed them, he knew it somehow. Omi grabbed the keys from Ran and dashed for the car, he couldn't believe what he was doing, but somehow his body knew what it had to do.
He felt the pull of imaginary strings as he slid into the driver's seat. Saying Omi wasn't a licensed driver, he was confused as to how he was moving so naturally, "I'm going after Aya-chan. Ran, I can't just leave her with Birman, I'm sorry. I'll meet you there." Turning on the car Omi gunned the engine.
In the back of his head, Omi registered the thoughts of wie zu fahrt das Auto, mit ihr Hande gegen die zehn und zwei uhr. "Goodbye, Ran." (Translation note: how to drive the car, with your hands against the 10 and 2 hour. Brought to you by bust-ass German, hazah!)
Schuldig continued to concentrate on driving while Brad tailed Essett's escort, Sakura in tow, actually more accurately, she was in trunk.
Somehow, it was amiss to Omi that he wasn't driving to the hospital, in fact, he had no idea where he was driving to, nor how he was driving stick especially saying the only simulators he trained on just happened to be automatics, and Ran's car was known for having a hair's touch. Omi squeezed his eye shut, his head hurt as did his chest. All the same, he approached Tokyo's city limits, going toward the water-front. As he continued onward, he hit the tracking button on Ran's dashboard subconsciously.
-.-.-.-.-
When Ran reached the hospital to see Omi was nowhere nearby, nor had anyone seen a white Porsche, which he was well assured would be recalled, the redhead became very, very, very unhappy. And that was a nominee for understatement of the year.
When he got into the hospital to see Birman inside his sister's room beaten far past what the normal body should even be able to survive, he noticed how her fingers were chopped. She sputtered out to Ran, "They took Aya-chan, Essett… they're going to perform… some ritual to revive a god. I'm sorry, they had powers… I couldn't take them, I'm so sorry."
Ran looked at her, his gut twisted, she looked like she was in so much pain but was holding on just to spread a message, "Did you see Omi?"
She shook her head, "No. They're after his too, I don't know why… didn't Manx tell you?"
Ran's fist clenched, "Birman… I'll call a doctor in, so hold on."
She shook her head, "No, don't Aya-kun. I won't survive, please just tell Manx I was happy, that I didn't regret this life. Please remember to tell my sister." Her head slumped over, Ran knew then that she had died. His fists balled tightly, he felt so much rage.
He heard the tell-tale beep of his car's tracker being turned on. He pulled out his small communicator to look at the device. "Omi…"
Ran gritted his teeth, whoever this Essett was would pay dearly for all of this. Omi didn't even know what he was getting himself into, "Omi, kimi no baka." Ran approached Ken's motorcycle. If anything happened to his car… that would just be inconvenient.
-.-.-.-.-
Omi parked the car in a semi-discrete location that definitely had the haul-ass-out-of-here element as far as positioning and trajectory was concerned. Omi didn't even want to pretend to understand how he knew how to parallel park, on a standard no less. Didn't people always complain about stalling out their standards, anyways? If the clutch isn't worked right? He should his head, now was hardly the time to figure out how he knew how to drive, though he was pretty sure he acquired the skill the same time he learned how to coach himself in German.
He looked at the gun in his pocket, he left the homing device in the car presuming it would be better suited there.
Omi approached a massive entrance, wincing, he really did prefer more stealth so why was he so driven to do things in such a strange way?
Kommen Sie hier, Katzchen. (Come here, kitten.)
Omi did as he was instructed, pulled toward the voice? Well, whatever made him sense the foreign words, he was compelled to draw closer.
As he began to loom about the stone pillars, he could hear a roar of voices and yet he hadn't seen one person yet.
Kommen Sie! Ja, dass ist recht. Nahe, nahe… Vollkommen! Das ist sehr Wunterbar. Schlafen Sie jetzen! (Come! Yes, that's right. Closer, closer… Perfect! That is wonderful. Now sleep!)
Omi fell to the ground, unconscious.
To Be Continued… says the evil, evil author Vanessa S. Quest.