Broken

Part 10

Aya was waiting under the bridge. He had the laptop in his hands – holding on to it so hard his knuckles were white. He was more pail than usual and he constantly turned his head to look for Crawford's car.

He hadn't been able to do anything all day. He couldn't concentrate, though Yoji had tried everything he could… He had entertained Aya for three whole hours – and Aya didn't remember what they had been doing, his mind had been elsewhere.

He suddenly felt strange, like his day was repeated in front of his eyes. Aya shook his head and tried to stop his thoughts from spinning.

…….

"Has he been doing anything to trick us?" Crawford asked Schuldich in his thoughts.

~Nope, it seems he has the best intentions – he couldn't care less about Kritiker… Go ahead and make the switch.~ Schuldich answered after checking on Aya's memories of the day's events.

"Ok." Crawford thought and then concentrated hard on keeping Schuldich out of his head. He turned around in his seat and looked at the broken boy lying bound on hands and feet on the backseat.

Omi was still crying. Every single movement hurt and reminded him of what Schuldich just did to him. He could still feel the aggressive dry thrusts, the beating and still taste the seeds Schuldich had forced him to swallow, when he had pulled out and moved in front of the bound boy to climax in his mouth.

"Here goes." Crawford said and turned around a corner; then stopped the car and left Omi behind.

Omi waited and tried to lie still; Crawford had warned him about staining the car with blood. His legs were going into a cramp and the disgusting taste in his mouth made him retch… but if Crawford didn't want him to bleed on the seats - Omi didn't dare to think about what the Schwarz-leader would do to him if he threw up.

 A couple of minutes past, then suddenly the door opened. Omi was dragged out and thrown to the ground. He whimpered in pain and saw Crawford get in, placing a very familiar looking laptop next to the driver's seat. Then he drove off.

"Omi?" Aya's voice reached the blond's ears. He turned around to see the most wonderful sight he could remember ever seeing. Aya was running towards him.

"Omi!"

Aya threw himself next to his youngest team-mate and took him into his comforting arms in a warm hug. Omi flinched as Aya squeezed on his wounds - but it didn't matter and Aya didn't notice.

"Are you alright? What have they done to you?"

"Aya-kun…" this was the only thing Omi could get past the lump in his dry throat.

"Omi." Aya sighed but didn't let go of the boy; he didn't want to release the little angel – ever again. But the position had to be very uncomfortable for Omi with his hands and feet tied up, so Aya started to untie him.

"I want to go home." Omi started to cry though he didn't want to. Not in front of Aya. Hadn't he cried enough?

Aya picked the crying youth up in his arms and carried him to the car.

………

"Omi!"

"How is he?"

"Should we call one of Kritiker's doctors?"

"Is he ok?"

"Oh my God, what have they done to him?"

Ken and Yoji were waiting outside the flower shop when Aya arrived. Omi was curled up on the backseat. He felt dizzy; he had been through too much. He had been addicted to a drug and it hadn't exactly been a slow and gradual withdrawal Schwarz had put him through. His body was sore from all the kinds of abuse it had been through, and his throat was sore from screaming and crying – not to mention the pain caused by Schuldich's fierce thrusts; when he had shoved his member deep down into Omi's throat ignoring the boy's coughing and shocking. And Omi could still hear Schuldich's laughter inside his head.

Though he was saved, and had realised that his friends were there for him after all… he couldn't relax and just let them comfort him. Omi was bitter. Schwarz had used him. They had played a dirty game with him - and won. Now Omi had to live with it. Omi just didn't have the energy, but he was angry anyway… He was starting to realise what had happened to him, and he didn't want to accept his defeat. It was so unfair.

"Be careful," Aya said to Ken as he pushed him away from the car door, "he is badly hurt." Aya scooped Omi up in his arms and carried him inside followed by Ken and Yoji.

Aya held on to Omi as if he was afraid someone would try to take his treasure away from him. He didn't even let Ken and Yoji help him. But though Aya's embrace was nice and welcoming, Omi didn't let himself melt into it. Omi was angry with himself – but also with Aya. It suddenly hit him what had happened in the last two hours.

Omi's pain and agony had peaked when Schuldich took the last thing Omi had left that was his own. Or… well… he didn't actually take it – but he reminded Omi that it had already been taken away from him, when he was a child. And then he humiliated him, destroying every hope of a somewhat bright future. Omi was left empty to go back to a life he couldn't possibly face.

Every time Omi would look into the mirror he would see the scars, and remember the humiliating defeat. If Aya would ever want to have anything to do with him now, Omi wouldn't be able to enjoy it.

He wasn't even sure he would be able to take any missions that had anything to do with Schwarz anymore. He could imagine the mocking look on Schuldich's face. Omi could hear Schuldich's comments on the last time they were together, and he didn't feel safe knowing that Schuldich would rape him again if he got the chance – he would... that was the last thing the Schwarz-member had said before leaving Omi naked in the seller, more humiliated than ever.  

Omi wanted to blame somebody… he didn't want to live the life that awaited him now, didn't want his team-mates pity, and right now he didn't want Aya to hold him – Aya had let Schwarz win, had given them the information they wanted, and thereby inflicted the mortifying failure upon Omi.

If Aya had just left Omi to die he wouldn't have to live with the humiliation, wouldn't have to look down in shame every time his eyes met the others'. If he had died, he would at least have died trying to foul Schwarz' plans.

But now his friends looked down at him – how could they do anything else. Schuldich had told Aya that he would rape Omi, and they had seen him cry through the mirror – they knew he was a failure.

Aya had reached the living room and laid Omi on the sofa very gently. "Ken, get the first aid box." Aya said not taking his eyes from the boy a single second. Checking every inch of his body for alarming wounds.

Yoji had already started to remove what was left of Omi's very torn pyjamas, but this triggered something and Omi started to kick and scream at his team-mate, telling him to get away. And he tucked on his remaining clothes and tried to bury himself under the blanket that was lying on the armrest.

He didn't want the others to touch him or see his wounds and he definitely didn't want anybody to remove any of his clothes. It reminded him of Schuldich's cold hands less than two hours ago in the moist basement. Back then he couldn't do anything because his hands had be tied to the bed over his head – but right now nothing could stop him from thrashing and kicking.

"Stay away from me!!!" Omi shouted angrily and desperately clenched his pyjamas.

"Wow, take it easy Omi," Yoji said and moved away in shock. "We just want to help you."

"I don't want your help, leave me alone…" Omi whimpered and collapsed on the sofa as he realised he only had limited power. He was hungry and thirsty… Schwarz didn't give him anything to eat or drink after they got the information they wanted – and Omi was exhausted.

"What's going on in here?" Ken asked as he ran into the room with lots of gauze bandages, painkillers and the first aid box in his hands. "What is wrong with him?"

"Omi?" Aya said and kneeled in front of the sofa trying to make eye contact with those wonderful blue eyes. It was almost impossible though, because Omi averted Aya's eyes, trying to hide his tears. "Omi, please stay still, we have to take a look at those wounds."

"Don't touch me!" Omi sobbed.

"But…"

"Leave me alone, I don't want you to… it hurts…"

"Omi I… it's ok, were here, everything will be fine now, you can…"

"I hate you!" Omi suddenly shouted and smacked Aya hard across his face.

Silence…

"Why did you do this? Why couldn't you just have left me, I don't have the strength to start all over again – I just want this to end." For the first time Omi looked into Aya's eyes. They were not cheerful as they use to be, they were full of sorrow and pain and anger – they were shining as tears started to form in them.

"Omi…"

"I can't bare this defeat, I'm not strong enough."

"I'm sorry… I know it must be hard on you… but I couldn't bare to loose you."

"Your so selfish! Try to think about what I have to go through!"

"Omi, I I… I don't know what to do without you. I needed you, I had to…"

"…" The boy let his head drop.

Omi was disappointed – he couldn't get the words out - they were caught in his sore throat, but he didn't care, words couldn't possibly express his feelings anyway, right now he just couldn't face the fact that he had to go on living. The death - that would have come to him soon - had he stayed in Schwarz' basement - was no longer in sight, and right now the only thing he wished, was to be released from all the pain.

Ken and Yoji had held their breath without realising it. Now Yoji spoke up. "Omi, you didn't loose, your sacrifice was not in vain… we deleted all the files on you computer… they wont get the information."

Both Aya and Omi looked at Ken and Yoji.

"You what?" Aya asked.

"Manx fixed it for us. We… thought it was better if we didn't tell you, if Schuldich was there and…" Ken stopped. Omi looked confused – he tried to understand the new facts.

"You weren't defeated Omi," Yoji said softly "but you paid a very high price… please let us help you."

Omi shook his head he still looked confused. It didn't quite make sense to him; his mind was too hazy right now.

Aya looked at the others. They were just as concerned as he was. "Look," Aya whispered softly as he moved up into the sofa and sat down. "We just want to do what is best for you…" Omi tried to move away from Aya, but the redhead was fast – he gently grabbed Omi and took him into his arms. "I want to help you."

Omi thrashed wildly and tried to break free, but Aya held him close and didn't let go. Ken and Yoji looked at each other – not sure of what to do.

"I'm sorry Omi," Aya sighed, "I'll never let anybody hurt you again, I promise."

Omi made a final attempt, but he was to weak to fight back anymore. "Aya…"

"Forgive me, please let me make it up to you. Give me a chance – let me help you, I only want you to be happy again – I can't live without seeing your beautiful smile and hear you cheerful voice…"

"I don't have the strength to do this alone…" Omi whined and closed his eyes. The thought of his horrible future was too much to bear.

"You're not alone, we'll help you… I will help you."

"I could do it ten years ago, but back then I had Persia and a new life to…"

"I'm here for you…"

"I don't want your pity – I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not a burden – I love you!"

Omi stopped fighting and looked up at the older boy.

"I love you." Aya repeated softly.

Omi couldn't hold back the flood of tears anymore. He broke into uncontrollable sobs and pressed his head against Aya's chest. The boy's tears soaked Aya's shirt – but it didn't matter. Omi trembled and let go of himself. He met the warm embrace and let his friends help him. Clenching Aya's shirt as he finally let Ken and Yoji work with his wounds. Again, he couldn't stop crying. – But this time his tears were not of sorrow or pain. They were somewhat happy tears.

Aya kept whispering soft words into his ear and stroke him comforting. He nuzzled the boy's hair and pulled him against his chest when he felt Omi shiver.

Yoji and Ken were soon finished with the wounds on the blue eyed boy's back, they could see that someone had scratched them open only hours ago, but most of the boy's remaining wounds were fine. They had been taken care of. Only a couple of the deep sores that Farfarello had carved with his knife needed special care – the boy's feet for instance.

When they were done, Aya carefully lifted Omi and carried him upstairs into his room. Ken and Yoji followed.