Neues Erzeugung
Author: Shura
Rated: PG-13
Spoliers: Lots.
Warning: Original character, chance of shounen-ai.
Note: This takes after the Dramatic Precious CDs.

Chapter 2 - Unerwartete Sitzung

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It had been two days since the email that contributed to his stress was sent over to him. Sleeping was a difficult task, for he questioned his sanity when he found himself wavering between whether to stay here with his last relative alive, or to return to his old way of killing politics for justice. Wasn't he suppose to be glad that he escaped from that life that was hell to him? Why would he ever consider returning?

Omi rested his chin upon his hand as is sapphire gaze was inattentively out the window, observing the trees and the pathway in front of the large mansion. His mind was elsewhere, and the view was not registered by the mind. He pondered about Ran, Ken, and Yohji. They hadn't contacted him since the email. What were they doing? Were they trying to sort their thoughts out, like him?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a blurred figure standing in front of the mansion, gazing upward, as if to observe and memorize the whole location. A delicate brow was raised at that, and the young boy snapped out of his trance, raising himself from the leaning position on the window and turning his heels to leave the room.

After he made his way through the long hallways and several stairs, the small brunette was successful at obtaining a clearer view of the individual who stood outside the mansion gates. A girl. No…maybe a boy? It was difficult to tell by the attire they were dressed in. The boy left the mansion and trotted over to the gate. By this time, the individual had taken notice of the approaching boy and onyx hues blinked.

A short teenager, maybe around the age of fourteen, with bleached hair that was blonde, brown, and black. Interesting. The clothing was a simple one, black long-sleeve shirt and baggy tan pants to accompany it. The figure didn't stir at the appearance of the other, merely stood there, hands in pockets.

"Ano…may I ask what you're doing staring at my grad-our house?" The brunette had come to accept the fact that he now lived here and was an inhabitant, along with his grandfather. But for how long…he was still unsure of.

"Gomen…I was just interested, since it's so big… I wish I could live in a place like that. Probably never will but hey, one can dream." A light voice flowed from parted lips as a toothy grin was flashed at the youth. The teenager had an American accent, an unmistakable one.

"Oh…" Omi gave several blinks at that comment. The person seemed harmless enough.

"Well, I'll be off now. Sorry for bothering ya." With a wave, the bleached hair individual was off and running.

"Ah…" He didn't even have time to say that it was fine. As the person's form blurred and disappeared into the distance, he shrugged and returned inside the building, back into his room to let his thoughts wander once again.

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After dinner, Omi - or Mamoru, as his grandfather called him - was logged on to his computer and browsing the net, attempting to acquire more information on the killings of politics lately. Most of them had clean cuts or clear shots. Yet some were murdered in a brutal form, seeming to be guided inch by inch to the hands of death. It was disturbing. It was amazing, though, that none of the family and friends of the individuals had been harmed.

It was a full moon that night, and he took a break from glaring at the computer screen and went outside to catch from fresh air. Little did he know what was coming his way and how it would affect him for years to come.

Dressed in T-shirt and shorts, it was a bit chilly out at night, but it as none all too annoying. He gazed up at the moon, narrowing his eyes; a pleasant smile perched upon his lips. It was peaceful, silent. The wind gently danced as it blew, the moon lighting the dark night dimly.

Yet that was interrupted by the sound of someone or something collapsing onto the mansion gates. Immediately the boy was on alert, head snapping in the direction of the sound. What could it be? The query would be soon answered as he jogged his way to the source of the sound.

Eyes widened at the sight that came into view. A figure, limp, on the ground, leaning against the cold metal of the mansion gates. A figure dressed in all black, with a cap partially covering its face. Still, the shade of hair was undeniable to tell who it was. The teen from earlier. But why…?

Hastily he opened the gates, kneeling by the unconscious individual. A quick examination and he noted two odd features: blood and the attire. Blood, for one, was seeping out of the youth's side, as if shot. As for the attire…all black was one eye-catching feature, but also he had many pockets, as if to carry firearms in them. After focusing on those two points, he noticed that there was something grasped in the individual's hand - a katana.

He quirked his brows at it. It was much like the one Ran had had only a tad bit smaller and thinner. What was a teenager during lurking around at this time of day, with a weapon in hand, bleeding? Several questions arose in the young boy's mind, but after a quick shake of his head, he figured that this was not the time.

The unexpected visitor's wounds were to be taken care of. He called for help as he attempted lifting the figure and carrying the teen back into the mansion…

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I'm sorry at the lack of actions for Ran, Ken, and Yohji. I'll be sure to put them in the next chapter.