Part six of Hoshiko's (late) birthday present.

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, I'm just borrowing the characters for a little bit.

~silvershadeus~

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The Little Things - Part 6

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Skidding a little over shards of shattered glass, Omi wheeled around, darts poised to throw. He was quickly running out of escape routes as the guards cut him off from them one by one. Any admiration he might have felt towards their skill and ability was quickly fading into annoyance and frustration as they systematically closed in on him. He'd been driven down four more floors by them, but was unable to go any further with the reinforcements covering the ground floor.

He'd made his way to a large storage room on one of the lower floors that looked as though it was seldom used. Several of the windows set high up on the wall were broken, their remains littering the floor along with metal piping and leftover construction materials. Shaking his head as he thought he heard movement off to his left, Omi slid into the shadows instinctively seeking shelter.

A flash of color to his left brought him around, darts flying from his hand in a glittering arc. The muted sound of his darts striking flesh met his ears along with a loud clatter as though his assailant had dropped something. A muttered curse and the scuffle of feet and he threw himself into a roll as his attacker came closer, holding something in his hand like a club.

Weaponless now that he'd expended the last of his darts, Omi twisted his wrist, the knife falling into his hand. Jumping backwards, Omi kept a measured distance between himself and his attacker, blue eyes sizing his opponent up. A young guard by the looks of him, clothes bloodstained over his shoulder and chest where Omi's darts had marked him. He held a piece of metal pipe in his hand, rusted and covered in grime. Dancing back out of his range, Omi watched the other man closely waiting for the poison on his darts to take effect.

Avoiding the guard's swings with the metal pipe, Omi smiled grimly to himself as he saw the older man's attacks growing weaker. He'd recovered those darts from another guard he'd killed on one of the upper floors, forced to reuse them in order to remain armed. There was still enough poison on them to kill, but as Omi continued to evade the guard's increasingly erratic blows, the poison simply wasn't working fast enough. There was no telling when more guards would find him, he didn't have time to waste waiting for the one guard to die.

Gripping the hilt of his knife tightly, Omi waited until the guard took another swing at him before attacking. Easily dodging the blow he ducked in under the man's arms and struck, wincing as the blade sliced easily through the man's throat, blood spilling over his hands. Gagging, Omi darted away, turning away from the dying guard, eyes wide and gasping for breath. Trying to block out the strangled gurgling from behind him, Omi took a halting step forward - and froze as something at the edge of his senses reached him.

Turning, he saw a flash of white and bright red moments before he was slammed against the far wall by an invisible force. Sliding down the wall as his legs refused to support his weight, Omi caught a glimpse of a shadowed figure moving towards him.

//Hello, kitten.//

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Yohji hated hospitals. He always had. They reeked of sterility and sickness and death. He hated watching people in flimsy hospital gowns waiting to die, and judging by the looks in some of their eyes - they knew it. And the thing that made it worse was that Aya was lying still as any corpse, in the hospital bed in the room in front of him.

Yohji had left after a few minutes, unable to stand seeing the redhead bled white and laying so still. Ken was still in there however, red-eyed and vulnerable waiting for his lover to open his eyes. Such a little thing, but at that moment it was the most important thing to Ken. Just to have tangible proof that Aya was going to be all right.

Grimacing, Yohji continued his useless pacing itching for one of his cigarettes. The doctors had whisked Aya away the moment they stepped through the emergency room doors without asking needless questions. It was only to be expected, this was the hospital Kritiker had wrapped around their grubby little pinky. The hospital they went to where they knew no questions would be asked - or answered.

Dipping a hand into his coat pocket, Yohji's lips thinned as he fingered the computer disk there. Ken had fund it hidden on Aya during the frantic ride to the hospital. Yohji had said nothing at the time, deciding that Ken had enough on his mind to worry about without bringing up the fact that Aya had mentioned Omi and some kind of mission. Ken's discovery of the computer disk had clinched it in Yohji's mind.

He had called Manx after they'd gotten word that Aya would be all right with a blood transfusion and some time to recuperate, and she had said she would arrive as soon as she was able. There had been something in her vice that Yohji hadn't liked. A sort of cool detachment that went further than her usual indifference to their lives in general. Yohji had the feeling that it didn't bode well for whatever explanation - or excuses - she would have to give him.

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Eyes widening as Schuldig stepped out of the shadows, Omi scrambled to get away, but that same invisible force pinned him in place, helpless against the approaching German.

//Long time no see, eh?// The German asked, his mental voice slithering through Omi's thoughts with horrifying ease.

Omi struggled against the force holding him motionless, eyes wild as Schuldig loomed over him, panic clawing at his throat.

"Really, that's no way to act, kitten. We just took care of those nasty, nasty men who were trying to kill you. You could at least be grateful for that." Schuldig said, somehow managing to sound hurt through the wicked smile on his lips.

Kneeling before Omi, Schuldig reached out to wipe a smear of blood from Omi's face, green eyes unreadable. Catching Omi's terrified eyes watching him, Schuldig smirked, turning his touch into a caress, fingers lingering over the curve of Omi's cheek.

Jerking away from the German's touch, Omi glared at him blue eyes narrowed. Seeing that, Schuldig grinned, something dark flitting through his eyes.

//So spirited. Maybe I could fix that - //Schuldig began, his mental voice sliding into something like a purr, radiating pure sensuality.

Omi gritted his teeth, turning his head away as Schuldig's fingers explored his face, tracing the line of his jaw and playing over the fine hairs of his eyebrows, his touch feather-light.

"Schuldig. We're here for a reason."

Swearing softly under his breath as a smooth voice cut into the silence, Schuldig drew back from Omi casting an annoyed look over his shoulder at the slight figure that stood just in the shadows.

"Fine, fine. But afterwards..."

"No. Crawford wants us to return as soon as we get what we came for."

Turning back to Omi, Schuldig smirked.

//What...interesting...phrasing, eh kitten? I've got what I came here for.//

"That's not what I meant, Schuldig." Nagi clarified, shooting his teammate a dark glower. "The mission, remember?"

Sighing, Schuldig got to his feet, eyes straying over the lines of Omi's body.

"Schuldig."

Glancing at eh slight figure at his side, Schuldig grinned disarmingly.

"All right, all right." He muttered, his gaze sliding back to Omi.

Omi honestly didn't know which was worse: having Schuldig looking at him as though he were a particularly tasty morsel and pawing at him, or having Schuldig looking at him with no emotion on his face at all.

Nagi's gaze switched from Schuldig to Omi, something in their depths causing him to shudder involuntarily.

"Where is the disk?"

Omi remained silent, blue eyes locked with Nagi's.

"I'll ask you once more, where is the disk?" Nagi repeated, growing impatient as the minutes passed and Omi refused to answer.

Still he said nothing.

"He's not going to talk, Nagi. The kitten is far too noble to ever do something like betray his teammates or the mission...isn't that right, kitten?"

Omi's eyes narrowed further at the mocking tone in Schuldig's voice. The German's opinion on the matter was clear to anyone who cared to hear it.

"Schuldig." There was a frightening sense of finality in the way Nagi said his teammates name. As though he had no other choice but to resort to using the German telepath's talents.

The German smiled nastily, and turned his eyes back to Omi.

"This will only hurt a little bit, kitten. Try not to scream too much."

And then Omi felt something slipping into his mind on sharp little feet, ripping at his mind and tossing his thoughts upside down and inside out. Something burned in his mind as the invasion went deeper, scattering thought and memory in its path. Instinctively Omi tried to fight it, to block it from his mind.

//Sorry kitten, but I've no times for games.// Schuldig whispered - sounding genuinely apologetic - moments before agonizing pain erupted in Omi's mind and the world around him faded to nothing.

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TBC...

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A/N: Erm...I apologize for the cheesy fight scene...we don't get along, fight scenes and me. And as for Schuschu and Nagi? They sort of snuck in. ^^;;