Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, I'm simply messing with their minds.

Anything inside: "Quotes" means speech
'Apostrophe' means thought
Italics means flashback

What happens when the things that you do begin to haunt your dreams and make you lose touch with reality? When Omi begins to question who and what he is, he's pushed to the edge, and his world begins to fall apart. Can anyone bring him back?

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"Omi?"

Cerulean eyes blinked at the sound of his own name and he jerked his eyes away from staring out the window. "Gomen Ken, what did you just say?"

'Omi…'

The brunette sighed and turned off the hose that he had been watering the gentians with. He let his eyes wander from the gray and overcast sky that promised a storm, to the boy with the honey colored hair and gentle smile. "I was saying that we might as well close early. The weather's been like that all day, and it doesn't look like anyone else will be coming…hey, are you ok?"

Youji chimed in from the kitchen as he walked out to join Ken by the flowers. The taller blond blew gently at the steam wafting from the mug in his hands, and leaned his lanky frame casually near the bright and happy looking flowers. "Yeah, what's up genki? You've been out of it all day. Is there a hot date that we should know about or something?"

Omi put a smile on his face and even managed to let a laugh fall from his lips. "No, I was just…I was thinking about dinner. We're almost out of everything, so I was thinking that maybe I should go get some more stuff." He took off the apron around his neck and laid it down on the table before turning to walk slowly out the door. 'So easy to lie, so easy to hide things…just put on another mask, that's all.'

"In fact, I'll go right now…you guys want anything?"

Ken blinked and walked up to the youngest member of Weiss. "Now? It's going to rain, and we have enough for tonight. Omi, you looked tired, are-" The rest of what the brunette was going to say was cut off by a cold voice from the counter.

"Let him go. We're out of miso." Aya didn't bother looking up from the book that he had been reading, but he didn't need to. He knew there was a small smile on Omi's face as he nodded and walked out of the flower shop.

Youji glanced over the top of his shades at Omi's retreating back and sipped from his mug. "Yo Aya…don't we have a jar of miso in the fridge? …Aya?" He called again and turned around to the counter, but the silent red head was no where in sight. His only answer was the quiet sound of a lock clicking back into place as the backdoor was closed.

"Ken…I get the feeling that we're being left out of something important here…"

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A constant, steady rain started as soon as the shop was out of sight. Omi kept walking slowly and didn't even notice as the rain began to soak through the thin t-shirt that he wore. Or maybe he did, but he just didn't care anymore.

'I can feel the cold, the sting from the falling rain drops…but the people that I've killed can't. They can't laugh, they can't cry, they're just gone…I've taken so much…I don't deserve to be warm and happy.'

He continued to trudge along. His eyes were locked on the ground as he walked. His thoughts and guilt continued to pull him deeper and deeper into the darkness that was despair. The world around him was fading…

His slow shuffling footsteps paused for a second when he heard the laughter of a child. Eyes that had become slightly glazed looked up and saw a little boy in front of a store window. He was tugging at an older boy's sleeve and pointing excitedly at something.

"Nii-chan! Can I have that? Please? Huh, huh?"

His brother smiled at him and nodded as he held the little boy's hand and led him into the store. Omi watched as they disappeared before walking over to the window himself. Weak sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds for a moment just as he stood in front of the window. The light bounced off the window and his reflection stared back at him. But instead of a seeing a 17 year old boy…he saw a child no more than 5.

"Nii-chan! Come on, there's this really cool toy. Can I have it! Please? Huh, huh?" Hirofumi adjusted his glasses and smiled indulgently at his younger brother. "Only if you promise to be good Mamarou…"

Hirofumi's smiling face looked at him, but the color was slowly fading from him. His skin went from a healthy color to a waxy gray…blood began to pour from his lips and the wound caused by a cross bolt. His eyes were accusing as he reached a hand out. Lips moved, and the voice of the older brother that he had killed began to echo in his head. "Mamarou, Mamarou, Mamarou…"

Masufumi appeared next to Hirofumi and jeered at him. "Who is the monster now Mamarou?"

Cerulean blue eyes widened and he backed up until his back bumped into the lamp post. "No, I'm not Mamarou, I am not a monster…I-I'm Omi Tsukiyono, I…" He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his hands tightly over his ears. 'I am…Who am I?...I'm…lost…' His legs felt like rubber, and they didn't support his weight as he slowly slid down to the ground.

Aya had been following Omi from a distance and watched with a pained expression on his face as the boy sat there miserably in the rain huddled in on himself. It was hard to see Omi suffer like this. At first he wouldn't admit it to himself, but….With silent footsteps he walked up to Omi and then knelt down next to him. His hand reached out gently to touch the boy's shoulder.

But before he could, fever bright blue eyes shot open and looked around wildly. Omi jerked himself to his feet and began to run without really seeing where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. "Omi!"

"No!! Get away from me!" His breath was coming in ragged gasps and he charged into the street…and right into the path of an oncoming car. He froze in the headlights like some scared animal. Like a rabbit…

The poor thing had lain there broken and bleeding… 'Make it stop…my fault…peace…'

The headlights loomed closer as the sound of a horn was joined by the screech of tires. There wouldn't be enough time to stop….An almost peaceful smile touched his lips as he closed his eyes. 'I'm sorry…'

Something slammed into Omi and knocked him clear from the path of the car. All the air was knocked from his body and he lay there stunned underneath something soft and warm.

For a long minute, there was absolute silence. Then, the steady patter of the falling, stinging rain came, along with a quiet sobbing. Next, was the sound of tires squealing as the car pulled away, and cursing. "Watch it you brat! Do you want to die!? Kids these days…"

'Do I want to die? No…maybe…I'm so lost.'

"…Omi? Are you alright? …Omi!" Strong hands grabbed his shoulder and began to shake him.

He smiled and looked up at the man who had just saved his life. "Why didn't you let it hit me? …Do you hate me too?"

Violet eyes that had been glaring widened and Aya froze. "Hate you? Omi, what are you talking about? I…you're not well. Let's go…" He rose in one fluid motion and reached down to pull Omi to his feet.

The eerie little smile was still on his face and bright blue eyes didn't even seem to see the man holding him up. "You do hate me…always so cold. You wouldn't let me make the screaming stop…you won't let me rest…so tired."

Golden bangs drenched by the rain hung down and obscured his eyes. Or else Aya might have seen the self loathing in them. Omi suddenly shoved him away and stumbled a few steps before his unsteady legs dropped him down onto the cold, hard ground again. "I'm a monster…a blood drenched monster…everyone hates me." He turned his face up to the sky and let the biting cold water pour down on him; mingling with the burning tears that streaked down his face. 'I don't deserve anything…'

Aya had stood there as if frozen in place by Omi's harsh words. This wasn't the person that had slowly warmed his heart... The hand that was outstretched was lowered slowly and his face was as set as usual, but his words cut through the induced haze that Omi's fever had caused. "I don't hate you Omi. I…"

Slowly, Omi turned his head around to peer through his wet bangs. His voice was strained and small. "You, don't hate me?"

Cold violet eyes became just the tiniest bit warmer as he nodded. He approached the shivering figure one step at a time. Afraid that if he made any sudden moves, Omi would run again. Soon he was standing over the boy and looking down at him. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down into a pair of cerulean blue eyes. Even now…he was, just…

The glazed look faded slightly and Omi tried unsteadily to rise to his feet. He stood for a second before he lost his balance and began to go down again, when Aya reached out and pulled him against himself. Omi felt like ice, and the shivering was getting worse.

"Aya?" He leaned against the man and looked up hesitantly with eyes that threatened to close from exhaustion at any moment. "Am I a monster?"

His face was still cold, but Aya's eyes were warm as he slowly brought his arms up and wrapped them around Omi. "No."

"But-"

His words were cut off by the red head picking him up in his arms. "Shhh, you need to rest. Remember what I said…"

Omi let the gentle darkness pull him under, but before his eyes closed he thought he saw something like a smile on the other's lips. He curled himself against Aya's chest and remembered…"

As soon as the tears had started to fall, he had thrown himself against Aya's shoulder. He felt the man tense for second before wrapping one comforting arm around him. Holding him gently… "It's going to be alright…I'm here for you…"

He still vaguely wondered if it was all some dream…but for right now…the screaming and voices had stopped, and he was safe.

Aya's smile widened slightly as Omi's breathing became deep and even. "I'll be here for you." He gently kissed Omi's cheek as the boy slept, and was rewarded with a contented sigh.

Author's note: Poor Omi. ^-^; Boy, am I picking on him…and since I actually got reviews, I might as well continue. Eh-hem, more R&R please? Good, bad? Well?