Broken
Part 9
Schwarz had another meeting. Nagi was sure he could fix the computer and get the information – if he had it in front of him. They agreed that they would have to get it… but Crawford pointed out that they couldn't just walk in and pick it up, since someone didn't make sure to get rid of Weiss, he looked firmly at Schuldich.
Time was razing towards them. They didn't have time to plan a break-in, and Crawford wouldn't risk anything, by not planning things carefully.
"Brad, we haven't got time…"
"We still have two more days, I will arrange things and get the computer for you tomorrow night." He said looking at Nagi.
"But…" Schuldich tried hoping to get a chance to play with Aya.
"No buts, dismissed." Crawford said in an ice-cold voice. He got up and walked to his desk waiting for the others to leave.
…….
"Aya is falling apart." Ken whispered to Yoji in the kitchen.
"Yeah I noticed too, though he is hiding it pretty well. He is almost as good at playing "fine" as Omi is."
They went into the living room where Aya was looking at the television absently.
"Aya, we have to talk about this. It's been almost two weeks now – you can't keep this up…" Yoji started.
"I'm fine." Aya said monotonously.
"Yeah right. Aya we are just as sad as you are… but we have to… life goes on… we just have to find out how…" Yoji's heart trembled and he had to steady his voice.
"I - am - just - fine." Aya said flatly. He drew a deep breath and swallowed hard. Then he sighed and looked down at his clutched hands.
"Who are you trying to fool?" Ken sighed. "We have to talk about… the future, it's not very likely that Omi is still alive…"
"He's still alive." Aya snapped suddenly very angry.
"Aya, we have to face it…"
"I know he is still alive – I can feel it."
Yoji bit his lip "We all hope he is still alive, but when Schwarz got their information they probably…"
"I know he is alive, and he didn't give them the information, he would never do that and…"
"Schuldich is not the kind of person who cares if you let him do anything. He will find whatever he wants if…" Ken interrupted.
"And besides he doesn't know the codes… I asked him not to read them … for his own sake." Aya said.
Neither Ken or Yoji got to answer - the phone rang.
Aya got up and picked up the phone. "Yes?" he said coldly.
"Hello, Aya." Crawford said in the same cold voice.
"Where is Omi?" Aya demanded. Ken and Yoji looked at each other and held their breath.
"Calm down, I have a special offer for you." Crawford said, "I want to trade Omi for his computer."
Aya didn't answer immediately. "How is he?"
"He will survive, what do you say – do you take the offer?"
"Stupid question, where do we make the exchange?"
Ken and Yoji got up behind Aya trying to make out what was said.
"I suggest the same place Schuldich drove you to, and come alone."
"When?"
"Tomorrow - 10 p.m."
"Deal."
Both leaders hung up.
……..
"Yoji?" Ken whispered through the door. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, come in." Yoji said and let Ken into his room carefully checking that Aya wasn't standing in the hall watching.
"Ehh, we've got to discuss this. Aya is going to do it tomorrow night… and…"
"I know what you mean, it is not fair to let Omi go through all this for nothing." Yoji said quietly. "He was really brave, we can't do this to him."
"No, he's been through so much, and what for? If they get the information anyway…"
"Can't we do something?"
"I called Manx and told her about the phone-call, Persia can not allow the transaction." Ken said in a sad voice.
"Son of a bitch… this is not just some lame assassin, it's his own nephew, I don't care how important the information is but…" Yoji hissed angrily.
"Wait Yoji, I started shouting at him in the phone too, but he had a suggestion. He will send Manx to us tomorrow with a computer expert; they will backup everything in the computer, and then delete all the files. Schwarz can't use an empty computer to that much." Ken gave Yoji a smug smile, and continued. "But if Schuldich is checking if Aya is trying to pull a fast one on them – I don't think we will get Omi back in one piece, so we've got to make sure Aya doesn't know that the files are deleted."
"Say no more, I can arrange a pretty little diversion…"
"A pretty big diversion." Ken corrected. "Fixing the computer will take time, hours maybe."
"I can deal with it – just leave it up to me."
……………….
Omi was still lying bound and broken on the bed in the basement. His wrists were bloody from all his attempts to break free and reach the drug on the table. He was so miserable, he felt weak and just wished he would die so that the darkness around him could swallow him, make him perish and take away the pain.
After Crawford and Schuldich had left him the day before he had been all alone in his misery. He had only slept a couple of hours in all. His fever had started to die away, but he still felt sick and thirsty. When he had had his flushes of heat, he had kicked the blanket off. Right now he regretted it, because he was shivering in the cold moist room.
He knew he was doomed – they would just leave him to die, they had what they wanted and didn't need him anymore.
Now that the drug's side effects had worn of and his withdrawal symptoms had died away a little bit, he started to think more straight. His mind was still hazy not because of the drug, but because of the pain. Omi didn't want to think about his friends, but he couldn't stop doing it. He missed them so much.
Suddenly light filled the room and Omi turned his head to see Schuldich enter. The boy just moaned - he didn't have the energy to say anything at all.
Schuldich looked at the bound boy with a grin. Then he removed the bucket from the bedside and sat down right next to Omi.
"I am here to prepare you." The redhead said. "You are going home in less than an hour."
Omi didn't really get the point. He heard the words – but they made no sense, he just looked at his captor in puzzlement.
"Aya agreed to trade you for the information you hid for him in your computer." Schuldich kept on, still looking at the youth hungrily while he let his fingers run through Omi's tangled sweaty hair.
The words began to sink in and Omi tried to find out if Schuldich was just playing with him.
"No, this is not a game, this time I am telling you the truth." Schuldich said smugly.
He leaned over Omi and whispered in the boy's ear: "Omi I have a confession to make…" Omi stirred and tried to turn his head, but Schuldich grabbed his chin and kept a firm hold. "I am the one who made you think Aya hates you – in reality he didn't abandon you, he would have done anything to help you – he would have given his own life."
Omi was confused; he searched his captor's eyes to see if they were honest.
"I'm not lying, Aya doesn't hate you at all – to tell the truth… he loves you." Omi was about to say something but Schuldich kept on. "Remember when you realised he was in the room next to you and you heard him scream? - He wasn't screaming at you, he was attacking me, I just helped you to misunderstand the event." Schuldich was smiling evilly and gave Omi time to understand the facts.
Omi swallowed hard, his brain going through every time his heart and mind had had different opinions about the situations.
"That's right, you can never believe what your mind is telling you when I'm around – never listen to that mysterious voice inside that pretty little head of yours! Always follow you heart."
Omi's eyes glowed with hatred and he held his breath. Schuldich had used him as a toy, taken away his freedom, his friends, and his dignity, everything that was dear to him. Even though all these things were running through his head – he suddenly felt warm inside… Aya loved him?
"Don't get too excited mein Kleiner, I'm not finished with you yet."
Omi snapped out of his thoughts realising that Schuldich's face was only inches away from his own. He could feel the German's breath on his face, and tried to sink deeper into the pillow.
"Do you know why I did these things to you?"
Omi tried to turn his head away from his captor, but Schuldich kept a firm hold on his chin and turned his head back so they had eye contact.
"It's because I like being in control, and I like to hurt people. Do you want to know why Aya was screaming at me like that?"
Omi wasn't really sure if he did. Schuldich was moving bangs of hair out of Omi's eyes and stared at him in an odd way that Omi didn't like.
"It has got something to do with control and power…"
Omi thought about it but didn't know what to answer. Schuldich's breathe on the boys face was disturbing, and the hungry look in the German's eyes made Omi uneasy, it reminded him of something.
"Rape." Schuldich whispered in Omi's ear and licked a line down his neck.
Omi froze.
"I promised Aya to take you virginity before I returned you… that's why he got so angry, and since you are going home at 10 o'clock tonight… I guess that doesn't leave me with that much time…"
Omi suddenly thrashed as he realised what Schuldich was going at, but the German pinned the boy down. He moved to sit on top of the blond who now desperately tried to free his bound wrists.
"Rape is power – the most perfect and rewarding way to be in control, and the most destructive way to hurt a person… but why am I telling you this… you already know." Schuldich laughed and gave his victim a mocking smile while he started to remove what was left of Omi's torn pyjamas.
"No," Omi whimpered.
"Come on, you know I gave Aya a promise I can't keep… I can't take something away from you which somebody else already stole years ago…" Schuldich started to dig in Omi's past, finding the images he used in Omi's nightmares. Omi whimpered and pressed his eyes shut – but it didn't stop the memories from coming.
"Too bad you woke up so early the night I kidnapped you… you missed the best part." Schuldich whispered and smirked. When Omi looked up at the man on his chest the painful memories flooded his vision.
"Ohh how many times have you wished that Persia had arrived to save you just 15 minutes earlier? How many times have you wished you had been spared for what the kidnapper did to you?" Schuldich laughed as Omi started to cry.
"Please don't…"
"Don't think I will go easy on you my little angel." Schuldich moved his hands over Omi's bare chest letting his fingers run along the wounds Farfarello carved a couple of weeks earlier. "I will give you a memory that you can't close out – and it will come back to haunt you every time you and Aya are together at night." Schuldich snickered and moved to roll Omi onto his stomach.
"No!" Omi cried – but it was no use. Schuldich was now removing his pants and pushed the boy's head down. Omi made a final attempt to free his hands but couldn't. He was completely helpless - at the mercy of his abuser. His assassin training didn't help him much in this situation.
"Please… I beg you."
Omi let out a tortured moan as Schuldich dug his nails into the flesh of his back and drew them downwards, reopening most of the half-healed wounds there.
"Yeah, you can beg as much as you want – it just makes this more fun."
Schuldich wanted it to hurt – he wanted to imprint something inside the boy, wounds that would heal physically but never mentally, wounds that wouldn't allow Omi to enjoy making love with Aya - ever.
Then Schuldich positioned Omi and rammed himself inside the boy roughly, without even preparing him or using any kind of lubrication. Omi threw his head back and screamed in pain – he couldn't stop crying.
