Sweet Dreams: Part 2
... denotes thought
Nagi threw his eyelids open violently. He found himself bathed in icy
cold sweat. Like needles all over his body. He pulled Omi closer to his
chest as he began to tremble.
It was only a dream... a dream he told himself over and over again.
Squeezing Omi tighter in his arms, he reassured himself that his
angel was in fact alive and in his arms. Everything was alright. Omi was
perfectly fine. He hadn't been killed or raped and Schuldich wouldn't ever
touch Omi. Why did everything still feel so wrong?
Nagi could not sleep at all. He looked around the hotel room checking
to see if anything was out of place. Searching for anything to be wrong
with the room. The sheets were stained with his own sweat. That dream had
seemed do real. The feeling of Omi drifting out of his life casually as if
he were simply a single yen, easily exchanged for food or clothing of
temporary happiness.
Nagi lay in bed with Omi in his arms for a few minutes. He's real.
He's alive. You are holding him right now. He's not dead. He tried to
drive that point into his head. He closed his eyes and images of Omi
dissolving out of his life flashed before his eyes. It all seemed so real.
It was horrifying to even think that he could simply forget Omi. He found
himself utterly incapable of understanding the meaning of his nightmare.
Suddenly he heard music. It was coming from the other room in their
small two bedroom apartment, calling him in. Nagi found himself afraid to
leave Omi alone, even if only for a few momments. Knowing that he would
leave, he picked Omi up. He stood and began to walk out of the room. He
unlocked the door to Aya and Ken's room. It was empty. They were probably
still out "eating dinner."
And if I jumped off the Broklyn Bridge,
Tell me would you still follow me?
Why the hell was Aya listening to Three Doors Down?
And if I made you mad today,
Tell me would you love me tomorrow?
Please...
Omi streched in Nagi's arms. He looked so beautiful with slightly
flushed cheeks. The moonlight made him look silvery and the fact that he
was only wearing an old, worn out pair of loose fitting black silk boxers-
that could easily slip off- made him absolutely irrestable. Nagi lay Omi
down on the bed softly and kissed him delicately and softly. Omi let out a
soft sigh and his eyes fluttered open.
Or would you say that you don't care,
And then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair,
And screaming...
"Mmm... Nagi-kun, where are we?" Omi said looking wide eyed and
sleepy.
Nagi turned the music down and sat down on the bed next ot Omi. He
pulled him up to his chest and could feel the warmth of his body. He began
to stroke the soft, silky, ribbon-like strands.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep, but I was afraid to leave you by
yourself, so I..." Nagi trailed off realizing Omi had fallen back asleep.
He must be exhausted. They had all been so busy the past few days. They
had been on the plane Friday, Saturday, it had been sightseing- The Louvre
and The Eiffel Tower- and yesterday they had gone to the Opera, trying to
find their target that they still hadn't found. They were addmittedly having
a great time in France, but Nagi kenw that sometime, they would have to complete
their mission and then all the fun would b eover and Omi and Nigi would have
to go back to the way their lives had been before. Nagi was afraid for the day
that happened because he knew that Schuldich would have much for him to do
when they go back.
Even though Schuldich had insisted that he was a changed man and that
he would never hurt anyone ever again, now that he had Farfello, Nagi
still didn't trust him. He just found it so hard to trust someone who had
misled him so many times and hurt him so many more. He was afraid that he
would find some way to ruin Nagi's happiness. He was so afraid he would
steal his Omi. Everyone else believed ad trusted Schuldich. everyone else
was ready and willing to give Schuldich a second chance. That was exactaly
Nagi's problem. This wouldn't be his first time forgiving Schuldich. Nor
the second, or even the fiftieth. In fact, Nagi had lost count. How many
times had he forgiven Schuldich? How many second chances had he given the
red-haired German?
Nagi wiped the icy droplets of sweat from his face, only to find that
they were his own salty tears. He was crying. He had promised himself on
that first day that Schuldich had raped him that he would never do it
again. Well, here he was, crying, like the baby he was. Get a hold of
yourself Nagi. It was only a dream.
Living risky, never scared,
Wander closer to the edge.
Nothing valued, think, no fear,
Always wondering why you're here...
Only a dream... only a dream... it was just a dream... He pulled Omi
closer to his body. He felt like he had already gone over the edge.
Falling faster, time goes by,
Fear is not seen through these eyes.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain.
Nagi was falling, falling hard. Lost in a world of deceit and hate and
pain without Omi. But I have him. He's right here... That one thought made
a world of difference. Suddenly, a vicious, voice bit into Nagi coldly.
One that he had almost become accustomed to hearing.
THAT'S JUST IT, YOU DONT HAVE HIM.
He shook from the sudden chill in the room. It was, of course
Schuldich, breaking his promise and trying to ruin Nagi's life. But still,
what was that supposed to mean?
YOU'VE SEEN THE WAY THAT HE LOOKS AT YOUJI. OH, COME ON! *YOU*
ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU?! REMEMBER YOU WILL
ALWAYS BE MY SWEET LITTLE BISHONEN WHORE. AND YOU'RE SO GOOD AT IT TOO!
No! It's not true! he loves me! He told me himself! I have him right
here with me! You're wrong!
NO! Schuldich persisted. NOW YOU MUST STOP THIS AFFAIR. BUT WAIT UNTIL
MORNING. SLEEP NOW... REST... He chanted quietly.
Nagi instantly feel asleep. Omi curled up in his arms and sighed.
Nagi never wanted to let him go, ever.