In Deep

Na-chan

Disclaimer:
All names, characters, etc., all belong to Koyasu Takehito &
Project Weiz.

Warnings: Same as before. Yaoi (m/m pairings). If you don't like it, then
leave. If it's against your religion or the thought of two guys kissing sickens
you go away. Don't even bother reading any further. This is my first
attempt at a yaoi and flamers will not be tolerated. But for all you other good
folks, come on in, into Na-chan's little house of pure madness! Other things
which I've changed or added was due to the fact that this is an AU, taking
part in an alternate universe and thereby does not necessarily have to
follow the same conventional rules of the series. Oh yeah, and OCC-iness!
At first I tried making them sound like the characters, but then it wouldn't be
as fun, ne? There's also a bit of a language issue here. Apparently their
mothers' didn't wash their mouths out with soap when they cursed.

^_^;

That's okay, heee! Neither did mine!

Chapter 2
Looking Back at Tomorrow


"OOOOOMMMMIII!!"

Omi winced, forgetting he'd been dozing. And looked down. The dead
flower he'd been trimming beheaded, ending sharply in a raised point. The
shears glistened in his hand, almost as if in silent accusation. When, he
wondered, becoming lost into endless thought.

Soon this all will be over...

Was it? Omi debated, turning the matter over in his mind. After that last
night, he hadn't either seen or had heard any word from Naoe.

The missions, the rivalry, everything...

Days passed and they hadn't received any missions from Persia. Manx
stopped coming abruptly after. Even Schwarz, their dark counterparts had
disappeared, leaving naught but a memory. Everything had changed.

"Omi," the voice said approaching swiftly from behind. "Look what you've
done!" Bending down and picking up the dark petals, and began ranting on
about something.

"Hey Omi," Yoji said, his voice full of concern. "You better get that
cleaned."

"Wha?"

He looked down at his hand, the blood trailing quickly as it made its way
down, staining the white floor as it landed.

"It's gonna get infected if you don't," the blond said moving to get the
FirstAid kit. Omi followed, seating himself right next to on a stool. Yoji
turned, after rumaging through the white box, disinfectant and bandage
readily in hand.

He leaned close, their noses barely touching. Omi leaned back, bracing
himself from falling off, his grip tightening along the sides of the stool. "I
bet you were thinking of a girl when you did it."

"...did...what?" Omi asked, fear rising in his voice.

"What?" Yoji laughed, snatching up Omi's hand, carefully applying the
disinfectant, then slapped on the bandage. "What do you think?"

Omi sighed. Defeated, finally giving it up. "Nothing." Then in a lower voice,
"I don't know what to think anymore."

"It doesn't matter what you think," a familiar voice said from behind.

"Manx!" They exclaimed simultaneously, as if on cue turning around and
facing the redhead.

"...so long as you take the mission."


"Who the hell are you?"

He looked down at the man, slowly rising to his feet. "He who serves a
greater evil is always evil himself. I am a hunter. Weiss."

"Die!" The man yelled, weakly striking at the boy.

Omi dodged, letting hold of silver darts, neatly imbedding all three in his
chest.

"Come on," Ken said baring bugnucks. "Let's finish this."

The other watched as they continued, killing all the rest.

Omi...a distant spectre whispered, head slightly bowed, concealling tears.

*Flashback*

"What do you want?"

"We have a problem." Crawford said masking his surprise. The other
having entered so quietly that even he hadn't noticed, even with his
precious gift. He sighed, his back to the sun, silhouetting his dark form as
he rose. "Nagi."

"Nagi?" Schuldich quirked, showing apparent disinterest in the subject. "I
think you're mistaken, Crawford. He's one of us now, remember?"

"I had a vision last night. Here," he then added, carefully tossing him both
items.

Bastard...Schuldich thought looking solomnly at them both. Running a
finger over it, easily slicing his soft skin. "Awfully sharp, ne?"

"What's wrong?" Crawford asked. "I'm not asking you to peel apples."

Author's Note: Thank you everybody for reviewing! Your reviews are
wonderful, entirely making this fic possible. I'm so glad everyone liked it. I
had my doubts. I thought nobody would like it or that I'd get seriously
flamed. Thankfully that didn't happen.

(Jumps up and down.) I did it, I did it! Fic #2! You see, I have this
thing about fics. This is the second fic series-wise that I had started, the
first receiving so little reviews in such a long period of time that I knew one
liked it. After a short while after plotting out exactly where everything was
supposed to fall, I lost interest in the series and then stopped collecting it
altogether. That's why I need feedback. It's the thing that keeps me going.
Say what want, just absolutely NO flaming. (Those people shouldn't be
this reading this right now and are really stupid for not reading the
warnings.)

So, what's coming up next in the next chapter? Seriously, I don't
know. I'm in the same boat as you guys. I'm just going wherever the ride
takes me, letting my fingers just fly across the keyboard then looking back
and say wow. But I'm biased. I'm the author for crying out loud. I want to
know, what do you all think?

Farfie: "It hurts God."

Omi: "Will you cut that out?"