Omikun
Started 28/05/01
What I Want
PART TWO
Some Hope
Oh God! Just when this is gonna end?
I sustain Yohji's terrifying glare. He's really pissed off. And he thinks it's because of me… well… it's somewhat because of me, but it's also his own fault! I don't have to be the only one to blame in this ridiculous story! The first one to have done something wrong is him and only him! … I'm the second person to have done something wrong. But what's really getting on my nerves, is that he's blaming poor Omi too, just because the kid didn't warn him of the coming girls! He was in such a fit of laughter he could do nothing… The girls came in, saw Yohji who had left the backdoor's safe proximity, almost naked and in a as bad temper as physical state, Yohji gasped and made a run for the door, slipped and fell on the floor…hurt his ass against the wall…everybody laughed except Aya, who seemed absolutely dismayed… and the most extraordinary thing is that Yohji's ex-favorite boxer shorts, which he had involuntarily dropped in the shop, has since vanished. I suspect one of the girls to have abducted it and made a trophy of it, or some fanatic item.
Ok ok, Yohji is right to be angry. This situation would have unnerved even cheerful Omi. But it doesn't allow him to spoil our life! And even more if it's during lunch!
Feeling Yohji's boiling glare is preventing me from enjoying honorably my potato and hard-boiled eggs salad. I'm no longer looking at him, but I can sense his hatred. He's fixing me without eating. It's still going on since 12 minutes and 37 seconds now. Aya doesn't really seem to be affected by the atmosphere, he's eating without a word as usual. And Omi, poor innocent Omi… his head is so low that his nose is almost tasting his salad. He tried to slacken the tension between us, but Yohji is number two at holding grudges, number one being Aya. All his attempts failed. Seems he gave up 2 minutes and 13 seconds ago.
Uh? Omi lifts his head, about to speak…
"Anou… How's the salad? Gotta keep the recipe? "
Although he looks embarrassed, Omi manages to smile, I don't know how. I've always admired this energy of his and his omnipresent smile. It's one of the rare things that never fails cheering me up. I don't think he knows how important it is to me. I like to see him smile. He's so cute a boy. I could endlessly watch the sparkle in his eyes, and I sometimes fancy that my hand gently touches his honey-like hair… so soft under my fingers…
Not the time and place to dream of Omi! I smile back at him:
"Aa! I really like it! You cook like a pro!"
"Arigatou, Ken-kun!"
He turns to Yohji…
"Anou… Yohji-kun… You don't like my salad? You haven't touched it…"
Yohji is still fixing me. Omi looks at him with hope, his bright but shy smile waiting for the answer with impatience. Yohji finally opens his mouth:
"Stop it, you brat! Ya're getting on my nerves!"
I won't forgive him! Omi is taken aback. He really seems to be shocked by his friend's reaction. Yohji said that with such a disgusted tone! I look at Omi with apprehension. It seems to me that the poor guy is about to cry… I don't even hear Aya's harsh words towards Yohji, I just stand and leave.
***
Under a shining sun, Ken was walking down a crowded street. He didn't pay attention to the people he met, who several times had to deviate their route so as not to collide into the young depressed man. He just walked in silence, lost in thoughts, fixing the folding ground he was trampling. He was walking aimless, just reminding the last hour's events, focused on the idea that he hated his reaction. He wished he had stayed at the table and put Yohji in his place. Yohji shouldn't have been so harsh with Omi, and Ken really felt sorry for his young friend. He was imagining all the different speeches he could have said to his elder, and this had three main effects: he enjoyed them because he always had the last word, it was exiting him, and finally it was causing very deep regrets. Had he not been surrounded by so many people, he would have banged his head against a wall… He kept muttering a word, and an woman passing by thought she heard him say "Baka! Baka! Baka!…". Her eyes followed him an instant, wondering what was going on, and she then decided it wasn't her business…
So who's business was it? Poor Ken was not alone in the street, far from that considering that he had difficulties to make his way through the hurried mob. But he felt alone. He had no friends to talk with, no one to comfort him and smile at him… He wanted Omi to cheer him up… But Omi wasn't there, and the kid wasn't likely in the mood to give his free beautiful smile. Ken wished he had been more careful and saw that the boxers ought not to be put in the washing machine… Yohji would have thanked him for his kindness, Omi would have smiled all day long, Aya would have … well… been as cold as usual… But Ken was sure that this situation was unnerving the redhead too. And Ken would have been happy and have lived a nice day. But he had done something bad, unconsciously ok, but bad. And he felt bad… everything seemed to be bad… he was in the depths of despair…
He suddenly realized a tear was running down his cheek. He wiped it hurriedly with his hand, and rose his head to the world. He must have walked quite for a while, since he didn't recognize the alley he was in. He stopped… He didn't remember to have changed his direction, he thought he had walked straight ahead. Maybe he been carried along with the flow of people. He scratched his head, uncertain what to do. The place was quite desert, only a few groups of people were standing some meters away, lurking him… He didn't feel at ease. Of course he was fit to defend himself, but he didn't want to be involved in a fight. He passed by trying to look as normal and plain as possible. He felt relieved when nobody seemed to follow him, and he somehow regained some insurance. He walked on, thinking he would finally arrive on a more crowded street, when he heard voices…
They weren't really shouting. But they were speaking louder than the usual mere chat he was getting used to. It was seemingly the premise of a fight. Looking around him, he finally spotted the area where the voices came from. He just wanted to be sure that the people weren't aggressed, he certainly couldn't remain passive when somebody was in danger. He slowly approached the group, unnoticed, and observed what was going on. There's were about six full-grown ups around… a teen? Ken thought he should interfere. He couldn't see the kid, who showed only his back to him, but according to his frame he must be fairly young, and couldn't resist his attackers.
Ken frowned. One of the guys' hands were lingering on the kid's face… going down to his body… Ken stepped forward, not wanting the kid to be raped.
"Hey!"
Six faces turned to him. They seemed stunned that somebody dared to bother them during their game, but they seemed glad to see that things were growing interesting. Ken thought it was going to be hard, but he wanted to help the kid.
The kid… turned… slowly…
Ken had never been so taken aback in his whole life! The kid he was saving was… the kid from Schwarz!
Pale green eyes stared at him, but nothing in them showed fear nor surprise. For a moment he thought he was facing Aya. The unconscious parallel between his friend and his enemy quite bothered him…particularly since he really liked Aya. The kid didn't move… but the other guys did move. They were coming closer to Ken.
BAKA!
It was Ken's favorite word right now. He endangered his life for a Schwarz member, who didn't even seemed to be concerned by his own aggression. However, it was still a kid. He couldn't go and let him handle this alone. Anyway he was already trapped between four of the guys. They were very close, and Ken was disgusted by their proximity, and by the glances they were throwing him. He wanted to punch those smirks on their faces to make them disappear.
"Hnnn… Ya wanna play with us, bishonen?"
"Sure he wants! Would be a fool…"
"Ya're not going to spoil our game, ne?"
"Maaaa… he's sexy!"
"Let's play!"
Ken was ready, he was waiting for the first blow. He didn't have to wait long, for one of the men hit him directly in the face… or tried to. Ken jumped on the side and hit him back in the stomach with his leg. It wouldn't be too hard for an assassin like him to finish the six furyos. But maybe he concluded too fast the situation in his mind. He should have been more careful.
One of them was deadly fast. He took advantage of the fact that Ken's attention was attracted by the others to get him backward. He took Ken's arms, and imprisoned him in his embrace. Kuso! The bastard was strong! Ken tried to escape, but failed. A few seconds and the others were on him. He suffered many hits… one hit, another hit…Ken's face hurt badly. He knew he was going to collapse if he didn't do something, but after a few kicks he wasn't sure he had still the strength to move…
"Let him go."
The gentle voice was like an angel's.
Ken saw his aggressor's fist stop dead a few inches from his face, as if something was restraining him. The man looked puzzled, and tried to fight the immobilization. Suddenly, under the scared eyes of the other members of his band, he flew and crashed on a wall, twenty meters away. All of them were feeling both astound and frightened, Ken included. Their eyes turned to face the Schwarz kid, who looked so frail and innocent… he was stepping in their direction, eyes empty of any emotion. He was staring at Ken.
"Let him go, or you'll fly."
Ken felt the grasp that imprisoned him loosened, and he quickly moved from the furyo's arms to get free. He staggered a little, and finally took hold of his body. He leant on the closest wall and rose his eyes, just in time to witness another guy being expulsed by the Schwarz boy's will. The band finally desperately ran away. Ken thought they would hesitate before attacking a kid from now, and the idea quite relieved him. Then he remembered of the Schwarz boy's presence.
The kid was looking at him, still showing nothing that could be interpreted as a feeling. His face was like an doll's, beautiful but empty. Ken wondered what he was thinking about. He was sure he had feelings… he was sure if he looked carefully into these charming eyes he would see something… a feeling… a thought…
"Daijobu?"
"Ha… hai." The young man was surprised by his enemy's interest in his health. He thought he was a cold bastard that would take advantage of his temporary weakness to finish him off. He looked in those eyes again, and saw… humanity.
"Ya're… Nagi, ne?"
Nagi didn't answer, he just stared at him, directly in the eyes. This eye connection between them quite confused ken. It reminded him of Aya, who was the only one who ever watched him this way, without uttering a single word. In Aya's eyes he usually saw anger. In Nagi's eyes he now perceived loneliness… those eyes showed his broken soul.
"You can walk?"
Ken stood up straight and made a few steps. He was feeling much better.
"Yeah, I'm ok."
"Good. Sayonara."
Nagi started to walk away. Ken had expected an attack, yet the child didn't even try to touch him. As he watched him leave, he suddenly felt the need to follow him. He didn't want their meeting to end this way. He moved and followed him with hesitation.
He walked silently a few steps behind Nagi. The street was empty now, only the two of them filled it with the soft noise of their pace. Nagi knew Ken was following him. His elder wasn't hiding it. He just accompanied him. It didn't really bothered the teen, he didn't care, as long as Ken didn't bothered him. He could get rid of him any time he wanted with his telekinesis. And Ken was aware of that. He didn't know how to behave with Nagi, first because of his power, then because he was his enemy. But then, why was he following him? Ken thought about it, watching Nagi's back as he walked. He had saved him… no… Nagi didn't need to be saved. Actually it was more Nagi who had saved Ken in the end. But why was he following him? Why? … Was it because of what he saw in his eyes? He had felt sympathy for the kid. This loneliness… he knew it too well. Of course he had his friends. The best friends he ever had, and certainly the best he'll ever have too. They sometimes had argument, like this morning, but everything always went fine in the end. He loved his friends, but he really felt lonely. He was good at nothing except soccer, but an assassin would never become a famous soccer player… he never could, he would end in jail…he had nothing to keep him living save those moments of happiness he had with his friends. And when his relationship with them degraded like this, he had nothing left. Hence the depression.
But what about Nagi? He was part of Schwarz. Were the other members of Schwarz his friends? Ken had never thought this way, not about his worse enemies. They had feelings too, they were friends, they shared moments of happiness like him with Weiss… then why was Nagi lonely? Was he in the same case as Ken? Did he have a fight with his friends?
"Na… Nagi?"
The kid shuddered. He didn't expect Ken to talk to him. He grumbled in answer.
"What about… your friends?"
Nagi stopped. He turned back to Ken and fixed him straight in the eyes. Ken contemplated his beauty once again. Damn! He wasn't just cute. He was really handsome!
Nagi watched him this way for some long and extended seconds, then answered with his soft voice:
"They're cold bastards."
He walked on. Ken followed. He had sensed anger and regrets. Schwarz had a fight, in which Nagi had been psychically injured. Ken felt close to Nagi. They both had a trying day, and reacted the same. They were both depressed.
They had been walking for hours. They were now in a park, walking side by side. From times to times Ken had tried to start conversation, without much success. After such an afternoon, even an athlete like him would be exhausted. They had walked and walked and walked. Ken was more used to shorter periods of intensive effort. And his previous fight didn't improve his health. His feet badly hurt. He wondered how Nagi could go on like this without looking tired.
As if the kid had read in his mind (influenced by Schuldig?), he changed his direction to walk on the grass and sit under a maple. He crossed his legs and put his hands on the grass behind him. He closed his eyes to feel the wind softly stroking his face and stirring his hair. For a second, Ken thought he perceived a faint smile on the kid's lips.
The young man came and sat next to him. He first looked at the landscape, laughing as he saw lads playing soccer not far from them. He was torn between the will to join them and the joy of being there with Nagi. Uh? What? He… he felt joy being with a Schwarz? …What was he thinking about? He should have hated the boy!
Then he looked at Nagi once again. Sure he was attractive. He was slender, beautiful… had something that reminded him of Aya… maybe this cold aura. But he was sure now that inside, the kid was alive, as was Aya. But he had not Aya's constant hatred, and his habit to mutter. Yes, he liked Nagi.
Nagi opened his eyes and slightly blushed as he saw that Ken was fixing him.
"Wanna drink something?"
"Anou?" Nagi was puzzled. Ken repressed a laugh.
"Drink? You know, when ya're thirsty. Something liquid to pour in your mouth, and then ya feel better."
Nagi stood up.
"I think I'll leave now."
"Hey! Wait!"
The game of walking and being followed continued. Ken felt embarrassed, he didn't know if he could leave Nagi now. He felt concerned with his depression. Those green eyes had told him so many things… sad feelings… wishes… he had thought all day long, and his perception of things had totally changed. He had observed Nagi for hours now, and had learnt to interpret the boy's features and behavior. He liked this link that was being built between them, but he thought their teammates would never understand if they knew. But maybe they would? They were friends, they would at least try to understand. And now Ken could explain many things to them. And what about Schwarz?
"You should go, now."
Ken awoke from his daydreaming at the sound of Nagi's voice. They were in the corridor of what seemed to be a wealthy building, which he hadn't even noticed he had entered being concentrated in Nagi's observation and his thoughts. Nagi was standing next to a door, staring at Ken, who lost himself a few seconds in his eyes.
"Na… nani?"
"I'm home. It's growing late, and you should go."
Home? He was just in front of the Schwarz headquarters? Ken couldn't believe it! The kid had let him follow him up to their secret headquarters? He didn't understood something for sure… he wished he hadn't been thinking all their way long. He looked back at Nagi, worried.
"But… are you ok?"
Nagi blinked. Regaining his composure, he turned to the door, opened it, entered… and let the door open as a silent invitation to Ken. The young man had no idea of what to do. The rest of Schwarz wasn't there, or Nagi wouldn't have let him come this far and endangering him…well, that was what Ken thought. He wasn't sure he could leave the boy now, and he was quite curious to see where Schwarz lived. He finally stepped in.
As he shut the door behind him, he was welcome by the filtered light that the thick curtains let pass. The place was vast, but barely decorated. He had to wait a little so that his eyes got used to the half obscurity. It was modern style furniture. Big expansive television with video games and DVD player…he was sure Omi would like to enjoy the place. Opposite to him was a corridor leading to many doors, and on the right he could see the kitchen through an opened entrance.
Nagi went to the kitchen and came back with two beers. He hold Ken one, and started to drink the other.
"Hey! You're not allowed to drink that!"
"I'm not allowed to kill too, but I'm a killer."
"The other Schwarz allow you…"
"They don't care, provided I don't get drunk during missions."
"But…"
"No but. Stop with your buts. Crawford is too busy to feel concerned with my education, Farfarello with his knives, and Schuldig doesn't care. I'm free to do whatever I want."
The little speech was filled with reproaches and regrets. Ken felt sorry. He lowered his eyes to fix the ground, not knowing what to answer. Nagi saw his reaction, and came closer. Much too close to Ken's opinion. He could smell the flavor of alcohol, and something else he couldn't point out… a delicious scent that reminded him of sand. The boy's face was really very close, and Ken walked back. Nagi followed him.
"Tell me… why did you follow me the whole afternoon?"
"Why… you looked so sad! I couldn't leave you!"
"We're enemies. You're not supposed to feel concerned with me. You ought to hate me."
Ken's back bumped in a wall. Nagi was slowly coming closer.
"I… I needed someone."
Nagi frowned, waiting for more explications.
"Yesterday I did something wrong. I had a fight with Yohji. He's spoiling my life holding his grudge. He bowled Omi out. I couldn't stand it. I left…"
Nagi didn't really know who the names mentioned. Nevertheless he smirked.
"So you stayed with me to seek help? Compassion? You're a fool. A selfish fool."
"No! It's just that…"
A gentle touch on the lips, a soft sensation, a growing pleasure…
Ken was totally taken aback by Nagi's kiss. He hadn't expected their first real conversation to end this way. Oi! A man was kissing him! He wasn't even a man yet! He was still a boy! How old could he be? 14? 15? Yet he couldn't resist the exquisite feeling that overwhelmed him. His heart was pounding. He kissed Nagi back, and their embrace became passionate. Their tongues fiercely collided, explored, tasted. Their minds merged. They grew unaware of the outside world. Their world was only both of them, melting in one another…
Then Ken's mind reemerged. He suddenly broke apart, pushing Nagi away. His eyes were wide, and he kept repeating himself "shotakon!". It wasn't something new that he was attracted by men. He felt something strong for Aya, but he didn't really know if it was love. He always thought that Yohji was damn sexy, and Omi was so cute he could devour him. But they were grown ups (or almost, in Omi's case). Nagi was a kid! Not much older than some of the kids he was teaching soccer! He just couldn't kiss a kid! He couldn't! Anyway it was Nagi who kissed him, not the contrary. But he had kissed back! And a deep kiss! And his physical reaction proved he had really enjoyed it. Oh God: what had he done!
Nagi had lost his balance as Ken had pushed him away. The teen stood up, and merely asked:
"How long have you been here?"
Ken's heart suddenly stopped to beat. He had not realized there was somebody else in the room.
"Long enough…"
He recognized Schuldig's nasal voice. The German stepped from a shadow and leant on the wall next to Ken, fixing him right in the eyes, an evil smile on his face. Farfarello came then and sat on the couch not far away, licking a threatening knife.
Now Ken really experienced fear. He was defenseless against both Schuldig and Farfarello, and even more without his bugnuk. But if he had to fight, he would fight with all his strengths!
"Oh! I know I know. You're really brave! Taking advantage of a child…"
"Schuldig! It's none of your business!"
The red-head turned to Nagi, seemingly really enjoying the situation.
"Nagi… you don't want to share your new friend with us?"
"Yeah… we could have fun…"
Farfarello's reply was accentuated by an example of his capacity not to feel pain. Blood flew down his arm.
"Don't you dare touch him. He's mine."
Nagi stood firm facing the dangerous men on his own. Ken was impressed by the kid's determination. He knew of course that his self-confidence was induced by his power. The boy could handle a fight with either the German or the Irishman. But could he win against both?
Ken was embarrassed by Schuldig's proximity, and his own weakness. He could do nothing but watch.
"Exactly, Kenken. You can do no-thing."
Schuldig stretched a hand to Ken's face, who shivered and moved away. Nagi was looking at his teammate with loathe. He walked to Ken, took his arm and dragged him to the flat's door. Schuldig screamed at Nagi:
"Hey! Do ya really think we'll let him go?"
"Anyway we'll move off in a week or so, as usual. Weiss won't come."
He opened the door, and pushed Ken into the corridor. Ken had let him lead him obediently, but now he wasn't sure he appreciated being bounced this way. He was relieved to have some distance between the two Schwarz members and him, but he certainly didn't want to leave Nagi this way, and let him alone with two psychos. He looked desperately into the green eyes again, and feared that they would disappear anytime. Nagi hold his gaze, but now Ken had no idea of what could be thinking the teen. He uttered a few words that Ken didn't realized the meaning.
"What?"
"It's my phone number."
Ken repeated the number in his head.
"Got it!"
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…
"Ken?"
It was the first time Nagi called his name. He didn't even know Nagi knew it. Ken blushed.
"Aa?"
"Arigatou."
The door suddenly shut.
Ken beamed. Nagi had just thanked him. Nothing could have made him happier. Nagi had appreciated his presence, and he had managed to somewhat help him! The memory of their kiss resurfaced, and the young man blushed a bright red. He had spent a wonderful afternoon with the boy. He felt ashamed of what they had done, even more because it was witnessed by Schuldig and Farfarello, but for him Nagi was no longer an enemy. Still this situation could bring troubles for both of them. What if they met during a mission, and had to fight? No, he would never hurt Nagi. And he was sure Nagi would never hurt him either.
As he left the building, Ken realized he was happy. His depression had vanished, and he had the impression that he could succeed in everything he would start. He was experiencing a feeling he hadn't experienced for ages. He was experiencing freedom. Had he wings, he would soar high in the sky. His face and feet no longer hurt, he only felt the joy that Nagi had brought.
He decided to walk home as fast as possible, and to apologize to Yohji. Omi would feel better and smile at him again. Aya would sure feel relieved too, even if he wouldn't show it. Yohji would be really stunned, but Ken was sure he would forgive him. If not, he would do anything to regain his friendship. The day after was his day off. He would call Nagi and see if they could meet. He repeated the numbers several times so as not to forget them. He won't be a baka anymore! He repeated them again and again as he walked home.
Right now he wanted to see his friends.
-Part Two_owari-
Still there? Cool! You liked it? You hated it? Just tell me! I accept every kind of notes provided it's either funny or constructive! ^____________^ Personally, I just love Nagi, and I think he deserves somebody nice, who would make him really happy. That's why I thought of our little Kenken! He's the most human character in Weiss Kreuz! Love him! But it's not as simple…you'll see if you read the next chapters! Ja ne!