Author's Note: Wow, I wrote another chapter! This was originally a one-shot but people thought I should write
more and well, here I am! I want to thank my friend Taz, for actually giving me my angst riddled cliffhanger idea
for this chapter. If you don't like it, blame her! j/k I hope you all like this new installment!
disclaimer: No I don't own Weiss, never did, never will.
pairings: Ken x Omi
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Secrets of the Heart- Heart's Torment
by Chisa Yume
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'Why couldn't Manx have just made us mechanics?' Omi pondered to himself as he looked at the blood pooling
at the tip of his finger. How many times had the roses pricked him lately? It seemed like it was happening more
and more often.
"Omittchi, what am I going to do with you?"
Startled, Omi looked up to see chocolate orbs peering at him. "Kami-sama Ken-kun! Don't scare me like that!"
"Gomen Omi, but seriously though, what am I going to do with you? This is the fifth time today alone that you've
cut yourself, and we haven't even had lunch break yet!" Ken's expression was a cross between two emotions.
Annoyance because the one he loved allowed himself to be hurt so easily these past few days, and second being
love because he wanted nothing more than to kiss him and make it better regardless of the hoard of girls
mobbing the shop.
"Your kidding right?" Not believing he had been that out of it, he looked down at his hands only to find seven red
pricks scattered about them. 'Am I that out of it lately?'
"See, I told you so! You didn't notice?" Concerned eyes looked down at the blond angel.
"Iie, I didn't actually." How many times did he space out today? 'Ken will be worried if he realized how often I've
been doing that these past few days.'
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to keep my eyes on you more often. Come on, let me see you hand."
Taking his hand, Omi simply watched as Ken gently cleaned his wounds, as tiny as they may be, and lovingly put
band-aids over the deeper punctures. 'This is the first time this week my muscles haven't tightened when
someone touches me. Isn't that pathetic? How does Ken put up with me? He's so wonderful and I'm just a
screw up.'
"Omittchi, stop that train of thought right now!" Puzzled eyes glanced up at Ken. "I can tell you're going on one of
your "I'm so unworthy" trips because your beautiful eyes always give you away. Can't you see that I love you?
Everything about you Omi." Finished with cleaning Omi's wound, Ken simply held the injured hands with his own,
trying to help the forlorn boy realize his self worth.
"Everything about me is screwed up Ken-kun! I never do anything right. See! I can't even make a damn
bouquet right!" Omi's grip on said bouquet was strong enough to make a few of the stems snap. He'd been
working on the cursed thing for the last hour.
"Omi, lets go somewhere more private." Ken said steering the overly stressed out tactician away from the shop
and towards his room, away from prying eyes. Along the way Ken motioned to Aya, who had been reading the
paper in the kitchen, to cover for them.
After shutting the door to the small sanctuary behind him, Ken turned to see Omi sitting on the bed, his hands
wringing the coverlet back and forth. Walking over to sit next to the troubled blonde, Ken thought about the turn of
events. 'How many times since that mission almost two months ago have we been in this position? Omi used to
always make me go to my room to talk whenever I was having problems, but now it's always the other way around.
He suddenly needs me, but am I strong enough for him? Heck, I was never strong enough for myself before this
mess, so how can I be stronger than before?' Gazing at the blonde before him, Ken couldn't stop the smile that
appeared on his face. Every time he laid eyes on the boy, it always brought a smile to his face. Omi was such
an amazing person, but it tore him apart to see him in pain. 'How can I make him realize he's everything to me
and I don't think he's any worse than he was before he was raped? Was his self image this negative before that
mission?'
"Ken-kun, I'm sorry for being such a burden"
"Do you honestly think you're being a burden?" Ken asked incredulously.
"Yes I do Ken-kun. Right now, your taking time out of your day to bring me in here and talk to me. That's being a
burden. This isn't the first time you've done this either." Even though he was trying not to get emotional, Omi
couldn't stop the hitch in his voice. "I'm always-" His sentence was cut off by soft lips covering his own. Tears
leaked out of his eyes as he melted into the kiss. Just as quickly as it started, it ended and Omi opened his eyes
to see Ken's love filled ones.
"Never think you're a burden to me, not even for a second. Was I a burden for you when you helped me deal with
Kase's death?"
"Of course not Ken-kun! You're never a burden and never have been! How could you think that?!"
"So you helped me of your own free will because you wanted to, and not out of obligation?" Ken took Omi's
hands in his own, which had been torturing the blanket continuously.
"Of course, Ken-kun. You mean so much to me. Nothing could ever make me think of you as a burden."
"Then why do you think it would be any different when I help you? Omi, you've helped me through many hard
times in my life, and shown me how much you care through that. It's my turn now, you're the one who needs me.
Please let me help you Omi." Ken squeezed Omi's hand, hoping that maybe if Omi wasn't convinced yet, his touch could somehow reassure him.
Tears streamed down Omi's cherubic face as he squeezed Ken's own hand back. His breathing hitched once
as he looked at Ken's loving face before he grabbed Ken and pulled him into a tight embrace and started to sob
on his shoulder. Ken returned the hug with equal enthusiasm and thanked whatever higher being was out there
for making Omi understand.
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Two months later...
"So, what's the mission today Manx? Stop some horrible drug dealers? Maybe a prostitution ring to shut down?
What's the plan?" Yoji asked the red haired informant as he strolled into the mission room with his usual playboy
flair.
"Weiss just needs to go over the results from the physical you all took last week, Balinese." Manx said, dodging
Yohji's arm as he tried to sling it over her shoulder.
"That's it?" Balinese asked incredulously. "How can there not be raging psychos out in the world that we need
to take care of?"
"Is there a problem Manx? Usually you just mail us the results." Ken inquired, confused by Manx's grim
expression.
"I'm sorry to say there is Siberian."
A sense of dread filled Omi as Manx's serious gaze settled on him, making him feel as though his heart was
being crushed slowly in a vice like grip.
"Bombay... you tested HIV positive."
TBC!!!!
Ahh!!! Cliffhanger!! Don't hate me please!!! Sorry this took so long to get out!! I actually finished most of this a
month ago but I thought I wouldn't leave it here, so I didn't post it. Opps... ^_^ Please read and review! I'd like
to know what you think about the latest installment of Secrets of the Heart!
Ja!
more and well, here I am! I want to thank my friend Taz, for actually giving me my angst riddled cliffhanger idea
for this chapter. If you don't like it, blame her! j/k I hope you all like this new installment!
disclaimer: No I don't own Weiss, never did, never will.
pairings: Ken x Omi
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Secrets of the Heart- Heart's Torment
by Chisa Yume
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
'Why couldn't Manx have just made us mechanics?' Omi pondered to himself as he looked at the blood pooling
at the tip of his finger. How many times had the roses pricked him lately? It seemed like it was happening more
and more often.
"Omittchi, what am I going to do with you?"
Startled, Omi looked up to see chocolate orbs peering at him. "Kami-sama Ken-kun! Don't scare me like that!"
"Gomen Omi, but seriously though, what am I going to do with you? This is the fifth time today alone that you've
cut yourself, and we haven't even had lunch break yet!" Ken's expression was a cross between two emotions.
Annoyance because the one he loved allowed himself to be hurt so easily these past few days, and second being
love because he wanted nothing more than to kiss him and make it better regardless of the hoard of girls
mobbing the shop.
"Your kidding right?" Not believing he had been that out of it, he looked down at his hands only to find seven red
pricks scattered about them. 'Am I that out of it lately?'
"See, I told you so! You didn't notice?" Concerned eyes looked down at the blond angel.
"Iie, I didn't actually." How many times did he space out today? 'Ken will be worried if he realized how often I've
been doing that these past few days.'
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to keep my eyes on you more often. Come on, let me see you hand."
Taking his hand, Omi simply watched as Ken gently cleaned his wounds, as tiny as they may be, and lovingly put
band-aids over the deeper punctures. 'This is the first time this week my muscles haven't tightened when
someone touches me. Isn't that pathetic? How does Ken put up with me? He's so wonderful and I'm just a
screw up.'
"Omittchi, stop that train of thought right now!" Puzzled eyes glanced up at Ken. "I can tell you're going on one of
your "I'm so unworthy" trips because your beautiful eyes always give you away. Can't you see that I love you?
Everything about you Omi." Finished with cleaning Omi's wound, Ken simply held the injured hands with his own,
trying to help the forlorn boy realize his self worth.
"Everything about me is screwed up Ken-kun! I never do anything right. See! I can't even make a damn
bouquet right!" Omi's grip on said bouquet was strong enough to make a few of the stems snap. He'd been
working on the cursed thing for the last hour.
"Omi, lets go somewhere more private." Ken said steering the overly stressed out tactician away from the shop
and towards his room, away from prying eyes. Along the way Ken motioned to Aya, who had been reading the
paper in the kitchen, to cover for them.
After shutting the door to the small sanctuary behind him, Ken turned to see Omi sitting on the bed, his hands
wringing the coverlet back and forth. Walking over to sit next to the troubled blonde, Ken thought about the turn of
events. 'How many times since that mission almost two months ago have we been in this position? Omi used to
always make me go to my room to talk whenever I was having problems, but now it's always the other way around.
He suddenly needs me, but am I strong enough for him? Heck, I was never strong enough for myself before this
mess, so how can I be stronger than before?' Gazing at the blonde before him, Ken couldn't stop the smile that
appeared on his face. Every time he laid eyes on the boy, it always brought a smile to his face. Omi was such
an amazing person, but it tore him apart to see him in pain. 'How can I make him realize he's everything to me
and I don't think he's any worse than he was before he was raped? Was his self image this negative before that
mission?'
"Ken-kun, I'm sorry for being such a burden"
"Do you honestly think you're being a burden?" Ken asked incredulously.
"Yes I do Ken-kun. Right now, your taking time out of your day to bring me in here and talk to me. That's being a
burden. This isn't the first time you've done this either." Even though he was trying not to get emotional, Omi
couldn't stop the hitch in his voice. "I'm always-" His sentence was cut off by soft lips covering his own. Tears
leaked out of his eyes as he melted into the kiss. Just as quickly as it started, it ended and Omi opened his eyes
to see Ken's love filled ones.
"Never think you're a burden to me, not even for a second. Was I a burden for you when you helped me deal with
Kase's death?"
"Of course not Ken-kun! You're never a burden and never have been! How could you think that?!"
"So you helped me of your own free will because you wanted to, and not out of obligation?" Ken took Omi's
hands in his own, which had been torturing the blanket continuously.
"Of course, Ken-kun. You mean so much to me. Nothing could ever make me think of you as a burden."
"Then why do you think it would be any different when I help you? Omi, you've helped me through many hard
times in my life, and shown me how much you care through that. It's my turn now, you're the one who needs me.
Please let me help you Omi." Ken squeezed Omi's hand, hoping that maybe if Omi wasn't convinced yet, his touch could somehow reassure him.
Tears streamed down Omi's cherubic face as he squeezed Ken's own hand back. His breathing hitched once
as he looked at Ken's loving face before he grabbed Ken and pulled him into a tight embrace and started to sob
on his shoulder. Ken returned the hug with equal enthusiasm and thanked whatever higher being was out there
for making Omi understand.
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Two months later...
"So, what's the mission today Manx? Stop some horrible drug dealers? Maybe a prostitution ring to shut down?
What's the plan?" Yoji asked the red haired informant as he strolled into the mission room with his usual playboy
flair.
"Weiss just needs to go over the results from the physical you all took last week, Balinese." Manx said, dodging
Yohji's arm as he tried to sling it over her shoulder.
"That's it?" Balinese asked incredulously. "How can there not be raging psychos out in the world that we need
to take care of?"
"Is there a problem Manx? Usually you just mail us the results." Ken inquired, confused by Manx's grim
expression.
"I'm sorry to say there is Siberian."
A sense of dread filled Omi as Manx's serious gaze settled on him, making him feel as though his heart was
being crushed slowly in a vice like grip.
"Bombay... you tested HIV positive."
TBC!!!!
Ahh!!! Cliffhanger!! Don't hate me please!!! Sorry this took so long to get out!! I actually finished most of this a
month ago but I thought I wouldn't leave it here, so I didn't post it. Opps... ^_^ Please read and review! I'd like
to know what you think about the latest installment of Secrets of the Heart!
Ja!