So, first of all I wanted to thank the people who reviewed my story (*hugs
everybody*). I will try to keep in mind to show more than to tell this
time, but I'm not sure if I'll manage to…
Anyways, Weiß doesn't belong to me, but I'm happy to be able to play with them a little ;-)
Enjoy! (or at least pretend to…)
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Ken arrived at Omi's apartment at least. Anxiously he rang the doorbell and waited.
No one came.
He rang again, this time a little bit longer.
Still no answer.
"Omi? Omi, please open the door! Is everything ok?"
Nothing.
And then he heard light footsteps on the carpet on the other side of the door. He stepped nervously from one foot on the other, listening to the door being unlocked.
Finally the last chain was removed.
'Why does Omi even need so many of them?' , Ken asked himself, but he didn't spend much time to think about it, soon being distracted by the sight of Omi.
He didn't look good. To be honest, he looked horrible. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair was messy and he was trembling slightly. All in all, it seemed likely, that he fell unconscious on the floor any minute.
"My god, Omi, what's wrong?"
The boy didn't respond, he only looked at Ken for a second, then turned around and went back to his bedroom.
Ken stood there for a while, a little shocked by his friends behaviour. Finally he regained his composure, stepped inside the apartment, closed the door (without locking it), and followed Omi.
He reached the bedroom and walked in, looking around. There, on the bed, was Omi, laying on his side and staring blindly at the wall.
"Omi?", Ken started hesitantly. He really didn't know how to handle this, didn't even have the slightest idea what was wrong.
He received no answer, so he moved closer to the bed, sitting down on it and laying a hand on Omi's shoulder.
No reaction.
"What's wrong, Omi?", he asked silently, not knowing what else to do.
"I don't know, Ken… I don't understand…" Omi whispered.
He began to tremble again, and Ken could see the tears flowing, though he didn't hear Omi cry.
Gently, he reached forward and pulled Omi close to him, trying somehow to help him. The younger boy didn't respond in any way, he just lay limply in his arms and continued to cry, silently at first, but soon he began to sob loudly. By now he was also shaking badly.
Ken tried desperately to calm him, whispering soothing words.
He didn't think that it really helped, but he just had to try. After what seemed like an eternity Omi calmed down a bit. He didn't cry anymore, though he was still trembling slightly.
Ken laid him down on the bed again, and glanced at his clock. Nearly forty minutes had past since his arrival. He looked down on Omi worriedly. His whole body was tense, his hands clenching and unclenching all the time.
Ken was frightened. Omi was obviously not alright.
Ken knew that he couldn't handle this situation all alone. And he didn't want to.
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Ramblings:
This chapter is a bit short, but the next chapter will be longer (probably). I have finally decided how this story will continue.
I'm trying to find a beta-reader, any volunteers?
Please mail me at LovelyBeast@web.de if you want to become one, ok?
Anyways, Weiß doesn't belong to me, but I'm happy to be able to play with them a little ;-)
Enjoy! (or at least pretend to…)
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Ken arrived at Omi's apartment at least. Anxiously he rang the doorbell and waited.
No one came.
He rang again, this time a little bit longer.
Still no answer.
"Omi? Omi, please open the door! Is everything ok?"
Nothing.
And then he heard light footsteps on the carpet on the other side of the door. He stepped nervously from one foot on the other, listening to the door being unlocked.
Finally the last chain was removed.
'Why does Omi even need so many of them?' , Ken asked himself, but he didn't spend much time to think about it, soon being distracted by the sight of Omi.
He didn't look good. To be honest, he looked horrible. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair was messy and he was trembling slightly. All in all, it seemed likely, that he fell unconscious on the floor any minute.
"My god, Omi, what's wrong?"
The boy didn't respond, he only looked at Ken for a second, then turned around and went back to his bedroom.
Ken stood there for a while, a little shocked by his friends behaviour. Finally he regained his composure, stepped inside the apartment, closed the door (without locking it), and followed Omi.
He reached the bedroom and walked in, looking around. There, on the bed, was Omi, laying on his side and staring blindly at the wall.
"Omi?", Ken started hesitantly. He really didn't know how to handle this, didn't even have the slightest idea what was wrong.
He received no answer, so he moved closer to the bed, sitting down on it and laying a hand on Omi's shoulder.
No reaction.
"What's wrong, Omi?", he asked silently, not knowing what else to do.
"I don't know, Ken… I don't understand…" Omi whispered.
He began to tremble again, and Ken could see the tears flowing, though he didn't hear Omi cry.
Gently, he reached forward and pulled Omi close to him, trying somehow to help him. The younger boy didn't respond in any way, he just lay limply in his arms and continued to cry, silently at first, but soon he began to sob loudly. By now he was also shaking badly.
Ken tried desperately to calm him, whispering soothing words.
He didn't think that it really helped, but he just had to try. After what seemed like an eternity Omi calmed down a bit. He didn't cry anymore, though he was still trembling slightly.
Ken laid him down on the bed again, and glanced at his clock. Nearly forty minutes had past since his arrival. He looked down on Omi worriedly. His whole body was tense, his hands clenching and unclenching all the time.
Ken was frightened. Omi was obviously not alright.
Ken knew that he couldn't handle this situation all alone. And he didn't want to.
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Ramblings:
This chapter is a bit short, but the next chapter will be longer (probably). I have finally decided how this story will continue.
I'm trying to find a beta-reader, any volunteers?
Please mail me at LovelyBeast@web.de if you want to become one, ok?