New You
By Muchacha
Weiss doesn't belong to me, but the artist who did!
I'm going to go on with the story so I get it done. I simply felt peeved the day and started to write this fic about how might Omi reflect about his being. I wanted to see him evil. There will be sexuality and bits of drug involved. This fic isn't supposedly to be romance, so no. There'll be some ranting.
Anyone play Go? I'm learning ~_~;
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Chapter One
Ken might be only suspecting it, but has anyone noticed how Omi's been acting lately? It's very strange. The young Weiss member has grown extremely quiet. He keeps his eyes drawn down from everyone, including Aya, Yohji, and Ken.
You can tell by his blue eyes, they are not cheery anymore, but bleak and exhausted. It worries Ken to see a young friend's mood change drastically like that. It saddens him to feel helpless if a friend is in trouble. He's been busy with teaching kids soccer and doing his job. Omi obviously needs no help from him. If he did, he'd say so, because Weiss is like the family Ken never had.
Sure, Aya, Yohji, and Omi felt that way.
He wanted to help Omi so badly. Did the young boy know how painful it was to see him get up in the morning, with wrinkles on his face, and eyes showing deep redness. He'd walk with shoulders slumped, pacing his steps like a mind controlled robot, and not even pay attention to Ken when he talked to him.
He'd keep on walking, not advancing on Yohji's teasing anymore. Aya gave this a stern look. Omi was giving them the cold shoulder. It hurt Ken to be ignored. What if Omi had lost his voice? He wanted to shake or hit Omi so that he'd pay attention to him. He'd only give grunts or short responses. If something were wrong with Omi, he wouldn't be able to tell them what.
It scared Ken more than being on a mission. Today might change, though. Omi might find something to say.
~~~~~
It's strange. Why has chibi been so quiet lately? Yohji smoked in his room. It was a couple of hours to opening the shop. He couldn't sleep last night, and when he managed to close his eyes he'd only wake up soon. It was his choice to stay up and have a smoke.
Sensing the heavy bangs under his eyes, the poor guy looked toward his mirror. What a sweet face that reflected from the mirror-- beside looking a bit worn out, hair needing combed, and the dark rings forming below his eyes-- who could resist this face?
Lately, Omi had been avoiding him, not to mention Aya and Ken. He'd been silent with his back to everyone; it was like he took Aya's habit.
He slowly withdrew cigarette smoke from his nose. What was the use-to-be-genki-boy dreaming of now?
~~~~~
Aya had gotten up early this morning. He put on an ironed shirt and slipped into a pair of jeans. Slowly walking down the stairs like the god he is, he walks toward the kitchen. Setting to make himself a cup of coffee, he notices the trash was overflowing with numerous beer bottles and candy wrappings.
Didn't he tell Ken to take the damn trash outside?
Picking it up reluctantly, he intends to throw it out himself. He opens the back door. It led to a back alley, and down to his left, there the dumpster was. Sighing, he lifts the lid of the dumpster to drop the trash, but it is full.
The weeks trash was already in the dumpster, the beers and dead flowers exposed from a torn bag. How can the trash in the kitchen be full? Ken must have thrown out the trash last night, but then Yohji drank too much again.
Leaving the trash outside, he walks calmly through the door and sees Yohji looking in the fridge noisily.
"Hey," he turns to Aya looking annoyed, "do you know what happened to my beer? I've only got, like, two bottles left."
"Didn't you drink your damn packs last night?"
"No," he silently curses, slamming the fridge door shut.
"Hey," says a spontaneous voice from the doorway, but it's Ken.
"Hn."
"Kenken, do you know what happened to my booze? I had two packs, but their gone." Ken looks at Yohji with a skeptical look.
"No, why?"
"Some bastard drank more than most of my stash last night. I only bought the beer yesterday morning."
"Do you have amnesia, Yohji? I think you drank the packs, and now you don't even remember." Ken sneers.
"Me!? I was up most of the night smoking. Why do you think I'm up so early looking dreaded?" He cursed loudly as he sat down. "I was waiting to drink my damn beer this morning."
"It is uncommonly odd that you are awake earlier than Eleven."
"Shut up, Aya."
"Where's Omi?" Ken suddenly asks. "Doesn't he have school?" The others exchange looks. Yohji just shrugs and drinks Aya's coffee. Aya slaps him. 'Never mind.'
His heart is racing as Ken opens the door to Omi's room. He knows he should've knocked first, but to hell with that. Trying not to stir the young boy from sleep, he tiptoes ever so lightly on the carpet.
The room smells like the aroma of Yohji's beer. A body is lying on the bed with his back to him. There is tension in the air when Ken taps Omi on his shoulder. There isn't a movement of response.
"Omi?" Ken taps him even harder.
There is a long groan of response from him as he turns his body over to face Ken. The slit of his eyes open warily; a mask with a frown is formed on his face. The strands of his sandy hair haven't been shampooed and his face blooms red.
"Omi," Ken talks with a smile of sympathy on his face. "Are you okay?"
"…"
"You have school to go to. You should get up if you don't want to be late." Ken reaches to grab Omi's arm, but the younger boy slaps it away. He tries to help Omi sit up, but he pushes him away again.
"Omi, why---"
"Just-- just leave me…alone…" The smell of alcohol is stronger from his breath.
"Omi, did you drink Yohji's beer?" He looks up at Ken, staring straight into big eyes.
The expression on his face is disgust without a doubt. His eyes carry hatred while his face flushes deeply red. Omi's skin is burning at a high temperature. Ken's face saddens.
"Omi, I know what's bothering you; you're sick. I'll get medicine---"
Omi shakes his head. "Not sick, I'm a little drunk, that's all."
"I'll get you medicine," Ken places a comforting hand upon the younger boy's chest, lightly pushing him back down to the bed, "just rest more."
He leaves, shuffling his feet, shaking nervously.
~~~~~Later~~~~~
Omi woke up with the most aggravating headache in his life. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. His door was wide open and a bottle of medicine was forgotten on his bedside desk. He looks at his alarm clock, and reads 3:17 PM.
Tossing his legs out of bed, his head felt weightless and dizzy. Almost falling down the stairs from drowsiness, he sees the shop is completely crowded with schoolgirls. The din from their squeaky voices vibrates in his ears, making him more irritated.
"Oh, my kami, it's Omi!" Yells a girl.
"He just woke up!"
"Aww~~~w."
"Doesn't he look so kawaii!?"
The noise only gets louder upon Omi's ears as girls squeal and chatter endlessly. 'Damn bitches,' he mutters. He proceeds to the kitchen. He looks into the open fridge and sees a beer.
The taste from all those bottles of the alcohol still lingers from last night's raid. It made him thirsty for more, sequencing him of a desire that subsided after more amounts of beer. It took the place of his mournful depression. Why would Yohji ever drink it?
Grabbing the last bottle, he lounges in the table chair. Unfortunately, Yohji comes in and sees Omi drinking from his prized beer.
"It was you who drank my beer last night, wasn't it!?" His voice rises with anger. "I never would have suspected you, chibi, to ever drink under age and continue like a drunk. I always thought you weren't tolerant of alcohol, being so young." The statement gave Omi a worse headache. "And Ken told me you were sick."
Omi stands up to come face to face with Yohji, even though he was shorter. "You want the beer, Yohji?" He shakes the bottle in his hand in front of their faces. The liquid inside splashes against the glass. There is still alcohol left.
Then Ken walks in. "Yohji, what are you doing in here?" He sees Omi, with beer in hand, waving it shamelessly in front of Yohji. "Omi?"
Yohji's hand reaches to grab the beer, but Omi thinks differently. In a fast motion, he immediately puts the rim to his lips. Leaning his head back, he drinks the remaining alcohol. The small bulge on his skinny neck moves up and down as he continues to swallow more of the liquor. After the last drop fell to his tongue, he slams the bottle onto the table.
There is an astonished look from Yohji. Omi pushes his way to the door. Then his sight becomes faintly visible and the pressure in his head is weightless. He feels strong hands grab his shoulders suddenly to keep him standing. He can see the brown blur of Ken's head, and knows immediately he is being guided upstairs.
A sickening feeling in his stomach immediately signals to his head. He falls to the floor, dragging Ken with him. The soccer player kneels beside him.
"Omi, what is it?"
"I need to use the bathroom, now." His breath quickens heavily.
He is quickly pushed into the bathroom and practically puts his head in the toilet. He throws up. It comes like a hose spraying water. Ken stiffly watches Omi, holding his breath. The smell of vomit exceeds the bathroom.
'I didn't want it to turn out like this,' mourns Omi, 'My life is a shame.' He sobs with his head relaxed on the toilet's rim. His cries echo in the empty bowl and through the bathroom.
Ken carries the helpless boy to his room, gently laying him on his bed. Omi's lungs relax as a blanket is pulled over him.
"Rest, Omi." The words grow faint and stir in his mind. Rest. But who is Omi?
~~~~~
Sounds like shit. This chapter should be something in the end. Too depressing for me to like. I know my grammer is confusing, even to me, but I felt like writing words I like, even if they don't make sense in a sentence... Enough rants.
Omi: Why do I act so helpless?! I'm not a toy to be toyed with!
Ken: At least you don't act like an egotistic drunk:: points to Yohji::
Yohji: He's a drunk in the fic. Poor chibi, ne?
Omi: Wah!
Muchacha: Shut the hell up so I can think the new chapter.
All: …
Yohji: Where's Aya, anyway?
Aya: Right here, baka.
Yohji: Woah! I didn't now you were here, I mean, being so quiet and all, AND this is a dialogue for Christ's sake, no screen shot.
Muchacha: Thanks for the reading, please review or email!… Email is actually slow…::rummages through cabnits and only finds children's Tylonol:: Damn.
By Muchacha
Weiss doesn't belong to me, but the artist who did!
I'm going to go on with the story so I get it done. I simply felt peeved the day and started to write this fic about how might Omi reflect about his being. I wanted to see him evil. There will be sexuality and bits of drug involved. This fic isn't supposedly to be romance, so no. There'll be some ranting.
Anyone play Go? I'm learning ~_~;
~~~~~
Chapter One
Ken might be only suspecting it, but has anyone noticed how Omi's been acting lately? It's very strange. The young Weiss member has grown extremely quiet. He keeps his eyes drawn down from everyone, including Aya, Yohji, and Ken.
You can tell by his blue eyes, they are not cheery anymore, but bleak and exhausted. It worries Ken to see a young friend's mood change drastically like that. It saddens him to feel helpless if a friend is in trouble. He's been busy with teaching kids soccer and doing his job. Omi obviously needs no help from him. If he did, he'd say so, because Weiss is like the family Ken never had.
Sure, Aya, Yohji, and Omi felt that way.
He wanted to help Omi so badly. Did the young boy know how painful it was to see him get up in the morning, with wrinkles on his face, and eyes showing deep redness. He'd walk with shoulders slumped, pacing his steps like a mind controlled robot, and not even pay attention to Ken when he talked to him.
He'd keep on walking, not advancing on Yohji's teasing anymore. Aya gave this a stern look. Omi was giving them the cold shoulder. It hurt Ken to be ignored. What if Omi had lost his voice? He wanted to shake or hit Omi so that he'd pay attention to him. He'd only give grunts or short responses. If something were wrong with Omi, he wouldn't be able to tell them what.
It scared Ken more than being on a mission. Today might change, though. Omi might find something to say.
~~~~~
It's strange. Why has chibi been so quiet lately? Yohji smoked in his room. It was a couple of hours to opening the shop. He couldn't sleep last night, and when he managed to close his eyes he'd only wake up soon. It was his choice to stay up and have a smoke.
Sensing the heavy bangs under his eyes, the poor guy looked toward his mirror. What a sweet face that reflected from the mirror-- beside looking a bit worn out, hair needing combed, and the dark rings forming below his eyes-- who could resist this face?
Lately, Omi had been avoiding him, not to mention Aya and Ken. He'd been silent with his back to everyone; it was like he took Aya's habit.
He slowly withdrew cigarette smoke from his nose. What was the use-to-be-genki-boy dreaming of now?
~~~~~
Aya had gotten up early this morning. He put on an ironed shirt and slipped into a pair of jeans. Slowly walking down the stairs like the god he is, he walks toward the kitchen. Setting to make himself a cup of coffee, he notices the trash was overflowing with numerous beer bottles and candy wrappings.
Didn't he tell Ken to take the damn trash outside?
Picking it up reluctantly, he intends to throw it out himself. He opens the back door. It led to a back alley, and down to his left, there the dumpster was. Sighing, he lifts the lid of the dumpster to drop the trash, but it is full.
The weeks trash was already in the dumpster, the beers and dead flowers exposed from a torn bag. How can the trash in the kitchen be full? Ken must have thrown out the trash last night, but then Yohji drank too much again.
Leaving the trash outside, he walks calmly through the door and sees Yohji looking in the fridge noisily.
"Hey," he turns to Aya looking annoyed, "do you know what happened to my beer? I've only got, like, two bottles left."
"Didn't you drink your damn packs last night?"
"No," he silently curses, slamming the fridge door shut.
"Hey," says a spontaneous voice from the doorway, but it's Ken.
"Hn."
"Kenken, do you know what happened to my booze? I had two packs, but their gone." Ken looks at Yohji with a skeptical look.
"No, why?"
"Some bastard drank more than most of my stash last night. I only bought the beer yesterday morning."
"Do you have amnesia, Yohji? I think you drank the packs, and now you don't even remember." Ken sneers.
"Me!? I was up most of the night smoking. Why do you think I'm up so early looking dreaded?" He cursed loudly as he sat down. "I was waiting to drink my damn beer this morning."
"It is uncommonly odd that you are awake earlier than Eleven."
"Shut up, Aya."
"Where's Omi?" Ken suddenly asks. "Doesn't he have school?" The others exchange looks. Yohji just shrugs and drinks Aya's coffee. Aya slaps him. 'Never mind.'
His heart is racing as Ken opens the door to Omi's room. He knows he should've knocked first, but to hell with that. Trying not to stir the young boy from sleep, he tiptoes ever so lightly on the carpet.
The room smells like the aroma of Yohji's beer. A body is lying on the bed with his back to him. There is tension in the air when Ken taps Omi on his shoulder. There isn't a movement of response.
"Omi?" Ken taps him even harder.
There is a long groan of response from him as he turns his body over to face Ken. The slit of his eyes open warily; a mask with a frown is formed on his face. The strands of his sandy hair haven't been shampooed and his face blooms red.
"Omi," Ken talks with a smile of sympathy on his face. "Are you okay?"
"…"
"You have school to go to. You should get up if you don't want to be late." Ken reaches to grab Omi's arm, but the younger boy slaps it away. He tries to help Omi sit up, but he pushes him away again.
"Omi, why---"
"Just-- just leave me…alone…" The smell of alcohol is stronger from his breath.
"Omi, did you drink Yohji's beer?" He looks up at Ken, staring straight into big eyes.
The expression on his face is disgust without a doubt. His eyes carry hatred while his face flushes deeply red. Omi's skin is burning at a high temperature. Ken's face saddens.
"Omi, I know what's bothering you; you're sick. I'll get medicine---"
Omi shakes his head. "Not sick, I'm a little drunk, that's all."
"I'll get you medicine," Ken places a comforting hand upon the younger boy's chest, lightly pushing him back down to the bed, "just rest more."
He leaves, shuffling his feet, shaking nervously.
~~~~~Later~~~~~
Omi woke up with the most aggravating headache in his life. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. His door was wide open and a bottle of medicine was forgotten on his bedside desk. He looks at his alarm clock, and reads 3:17 PM.
Tossing his legs out of bed, his head felt weightless and dizzy. Almost falling down the stairs from drowsiness, he sees the shop is completely crowded with schoolgirls. The din from their squeaky voices vibrates in his ears, making him more irritated.
"Oh, my kami, it's Omi!" Yells a girl.
"He just woke up!"
"Aww~~~w."
"Doesn't he look so kawaii!?"
The noise only gets louder upon Omi's ears as girls squeal and chatter endlessly. 'Damn bitches,' he mutters. He proceeds to the kitchen. He looks into the open fridge and sees a beer.
The taste from all those bottles of the alcohol still lingers from last night's raid. It made him thirsty for more, sequencing him of a desire that subsided after more amounts of beer. It took the place of his mournful depression. Why would Yohji ever drink it?
Grabbing the last bottle, he lounges in the table chair. Unfortunately, Yohji comes in and sees Omi drinking from his prized beer.
"It was you who drank my beer last night, wasn't it!?" His voice rises with anger. "I never would have suspected you, chibi, to ever drink under age and continue like a drunk. I always thought you weren't tolerant of alcohol, being so young." The statement gave Omi a worse headache. "And Ken told me you were sick."
Omi stands up to come face to face with Yohji, even though he was shorter. "You want the beer, Yohji?" He shakes the bottle in his hand in front of their faces. The liquid inside splashes against the glass. There is still alcohol left.
Then Ken walks in. "Yohji, what are you doing in here?" He sees Omi, with beer in hand, waving it shamelessly in front of Yohji. "Omi?"
Yohji's hand reaches to grab the beer, but Omi thinks differently. In a fast motion, he immediately puts the rim to his lips. Leaning his head back, he drinks the remaining alcohol. The small bulge on his skinny neck moves up and down as he continues to swallow more of the liquor. After the last drop fell to his tongue, he slams the bottle onto the table.
There is an astonished look from Yohji. Omi pushes his way to the door. Then his sight becomes faintly visible and the pressure in his head is weightless. He feels strong hands grab his shoulders suddenly to keep him standing. He can see the brown blur of Ken's head, and knows immediately he is being guided upstairs.
A sickening feeling in his stomach immediately signals to his head. He falls to the floor, dragging Ken with him. The soccer player kneels beside him.
"Omi, what is it?"
"I need to use the bathroom, now." His breath quickens heavily.
He is quickly pushed into the bathroom and practically puts his head in the toilet. He throws up. It comes like a hose spraying water. Ken stiffly watches Omi, holding his breath. The smell of vomit exceeds the bathroom.
'I didn't want it to turn out like this,' mourns Omi, 'My life is a shame.' He sobs with his head relaxed on the toilet's rim. His cries echo in the empty bowl and through the bathroom.
Ken carries the helpless boy to his room, gently laying him on his bed. Omi's lungs relax as a blanket is pulled over him.
"Rest, Omi." The words grow faint and stir in his mind. Rest. But who is Omi?
~~~~~
Sounds like shit. This chapter should be something in the end. Too depressing for me to like. I know my grammer is confusing, even to me, but I felt like writing words I like, even if they don't make sense in a sentence... Enough rants.
Omi: Why do I act so helpless?! I'm not a toy to be toyed with!
Ken: At least you don't act like an egotistic drunk:: points to Yohji::
Yohji: He's a drunk in the fic. Poor chibi, ne?
Omi: Wah!
Muchacha: Shut the hell up so I can think the new chapter.
All: …
Yohji: Where's Aya, anyway?
Aya: Right here, baka.
Yohji: Woah! I didn't now you were here, I mean, being so quiet and all, AND this is a dialogue for Christ's sake, no screen shot.
Muchacha: Thanks for the reading, please review or email!… Email is actually slow…::rummages through cabnits and only finds children's Tylonol:: Damn.