A/N: I'll tell you here and now: I have an obsession with torture and pain of
male characters. Attractive male characters. This
should explain why I'm such an angsty bitch.
Angel's Pain
Written by Sakki-san
Anything you haven't heard of belongs to me. Like the song I use in this chapter (anything in { }).
Anything you HAVE heard of, doesn't. Like Ken.
And Shavica…I like your reviews, but that one for Chapter 5 was a bit strange…o_O I take it you were angry…?
Omi says I was having a nightmare and fell off the bed. Aya and Yohji accepted the story, but I'm pretty sure Omi suspects something else happened.
He said that when he called me for breakfast and I didn't come, he got worried. So he went to my door and knocked. When I didn't answer, he got even more worried. He opened the door.
He said he saw me lying on the floor, silent, like I was dead. He ran over to me and saw the blood. He cleaned me up and put me back in my bed. No, he didn't tell Aya or Yohji about the blood. He cleaned that off the floor, and neither of them has been in to see me yet.
Only I know what really happened, why I was lying there on the floor. Actually, I'm not entirely sure why I was there, but I guess Farfarello finished with me faster than I thought.
Why my head twisted to the side was to knock me unconscious. I'm guessing that, with me unconscious, Farfarello cut me up a little more and tossed me on the floor. It was that simple. How do I know he cut me up more than just the cross in my chest?
There were slashmarks on my arms, Omi said. And they were bandaged up.
Now I really look like Farfarello. My skin's getting pale, I've got bandages along my lower arms and around my chest, and I'm getting a sort of blank stare. Omi's been wondering why I was bleeding, but he hasn't asked me anything other than, "Need more painkillers?" or, "Are the bandages holding up?". Things like that. He cares. A lot. Sometimes I wish I could be more like him.
So I'm laying on my bed, my eyes shut, dazing between sleep and awakeness. I'm a little more tense then usual, but since it's daylight, I'm not so scared of Farfarello coming in. I begged Omi to shut my window this morning when I woke up.
While I'm lying there, I hear the door open. I open my eye just enough to see who's coming in. I'm surprised at who I see and quickly shut my eye.
Aya!
He sits down on the chair next to my bed and watches me. I pretend to be asleep, breathing lightly. He reaches out and gently pushes some of my bangs off of my eyes. I struggle not to blush, because you don't do that when you're asleep. Instead, I shift my body slightly.
I think he reached out to brush away my hair again when he noticed the bandages on my chest. How did I know this? There was a sudden lack of light on my face, then hesitation, then the feeling of the sheets being pushed down my chest a little, revealing the bandages. He's being incredibly stealthy, so as not to wake me.
He looks at the bandages, then pulls the sheet back up and sits where he is. I turn on my side to make it look like I'm dreaming. I hear him get up and leave, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Then –
"Why is he wearing bandages?" Silence.
"…what are you talking about?" Omi's voice. Omi and Aya are talking.
"Don't play stupid." A sigh.
"He…cut himself. I'm not sure how, but he did it."
"He cut himself and it got infected? Is that why he's sick?"
"Yeah…" More silence. I can't help but feel curious, but I can't move. What if one of them walks in? What if the door's open?
"I don't believe you." Receding footsteps. Omi sighs, and leaves as well. I cringe internally. Is Aya going to find out about Farfarello? What's he going to do if he does? Damnit, why me?
So I'm sick. Omi forgot to tell me that part of it. I was feeling a little off color ever since Farfarello snuck in. Maybe it's the man's mere presence that causes me to be nervous.
This is so weird. What does he want with me, anyway? Usually, he would kill me, but he said he had no reason to kill me. Which is strange, because he always has a reason to kill someone. Hurt God, that's what his reason is.
Why am I not dead yet?
I lay on my back and trace the new scar on my chest through the bandages. It hurts a little, but not a lot. Not enough to change my facial expression, anyway. I sigh. Omi walks in.
"Oh, you're awake." He's coming in sideways, holding a tray. Must be dinner. I sit up and take it from him, lay it on my legs, and poke at the food.
"Who did the cooking?"
"Yohji."
"That would explain the canned soup and frozen waffles…" Omi laughs a little.
"At least you're feeling better. Eat something, and I'll get some more painkillers."
"I don't need them." He looks over at me from the entry to the bathroom.
"Oh…um, Ken…I wanted to ask you something." I stop eating, the spoon halfway to my mouth.
"…what?"
"I'm pretty sure you didn't hurt yourself by falling off your bed in a nightmare. Something else must have happened."
I knew he'd ask that eventually. Omi's too smart to believe his own lies, even for a second. But what should I tell him? That the psycho member of Schwartz snuck in here and sliced me open? That he didn't just cut open my chest, but my back, too? I have no idea what I'm supposed to say.
"Are you…well…suicidal?" I drop the spoon.
"Wh-what?! No! I'm not suicidal!" I wince. That was a bit too much air for me. He hurries over to me.
"Ok, ok…I didn't think so. You're the sane one, and I kind of wondered how you could cut your back like that…"
So he knows. He must have known, when he bandaged my front.
"How long was your back like that?"
"…around two weeks." That can't do any harm. Tell him how long, keep away from who did it.
"Who did it to you?"
Damn.
"…" I gaze off into space, trying to look like I can't remember, or that I'm trying to recall it. He watches me for a moment.
"Can you remember?" I shake my head. It's a lie, but I'd rather not tell him the truth. "Ok…well, just call if you need anything." He quietly shuts the door as he leaves.
I ponder telling him while looking at my soup. If I can tell anybody, it's Omi. He'd never spill a secret. Aya and Yohji would never know. I want to tell him so badly…!!!
But I can't. He'd either not believe me or something worse. And what if Aya or Yohji overheard? Then I'd really be screwed. They'd think I had something to do with all of this.
I can't trust them.
The sun is starting to set. I'm quiet as it does. My window is locked, my door is shut. I'm fine. Farfarello can't come in.
Right?
I mean, I had my window locked for two weeks, and he never came in. Then last night I opened my window and he got in. So I'm safe.
But even as I put the tray of food on the floor and lay down, I'm nervous. God, I'm getting paranoid. Just relax, Ken, just relax…
I can't breathe.
Something is keeping me from breathing. I don't know what, but I can't move, either. I struggle violently in my drugged sleep – damn Omi for putting those drugs in my food! – but whatever's out there has a tight grip on me.
Is it Farfarello? My movements are sluggish and slow. It's unbearably hot, I can tell that, and I feel numb. I can hardly control my arms and legs, and even my torso.
A hand rests on my forehead, and I realize this must be a friendly visitor. Your mind works in weird ways during the night. It's easier to breathe now. I stop fighting altogether, and I can breathe just fine.
Someone is talking. I don't know who because I can't open my eyes. The voice sounds familiar, but the words aren't…
…familiar…
{Sunlight fading;
Daylight gone;
Sleep, little one, please
Sleep my little kitten…}