*...I...really don't own anything having to do with Weiss Kruez -- though I
wish I did! So..please don't sue me... 'cuz you can't. n.n!!! This is a
cute little story about Omi and Nagi...and not Omi and everyone else BUT
Nagi and not Nagi and everyone else BUT Omi. For some reason (being the
rabid shounen ai/yaoi fangirl I am....'specially when it comes to Nagi and
Omi...which....could be the reason. ^.^;) Nagi x Tot just .... so turns me
off. She seems a little too childish for him (Not that she can help it.
x.x;). Thanks. :D Bad spelling and grammar ish possible. ;-;*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 1 - Forgiven
Indigo hues shut in disgust as the youngest member of Schwartz slammed the door behind him as he walked out of the house. Schuldich had once again decided to come up with a plan to rid the world of the black angels known as Weiss. Nagi, to be quite frank, was sick of it. He was sick of everything having to do with his "job." He blinked, those same spheres glancing about his surroundings until he decided to head for the park. That's where he usually went when he got upset...or disgusted. Taking casual steps upon the concrete beneathe him, he made his way around the corner. Good, no one had come running after him. Schuldich usually did while shouting crude insults. He supposed Crawford had decided to keep the German at bay.
He walked in silence through the city, just another face in the crowd. Most of the civilians were greeted by friends or family. He was never greeted by such and it didn't really bother him...because he had no friends or family. They had vanished long ago with his dreams of having a normal childhood. His "adventures" as a child molded him into the uncaring, monotone boy he was now. He felt he was this way for a reason but his usual feelings of hate for the world had been starting to disintegrate after a few run-ins with the genki boy from Weiss. He only knew him as Bombei -- and only because he heard the other Weiss members call him that.
He sighed and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The weather was hot with a cool breeze that suited him perfectly, though he wouldn't mind it being a little cooler. Because of the weather he noticed a larger crowd of people on the streets, more melted ice cream on the sidewalks (which he gladly side-stepped) and more hot air than one could imagine.
It was going to be a long walk to the park.
"Saa, I must make it to the restaraunt before it closes!" The prussian hued boy glanced at his watch and gasped as he broke into a run. A pot of Magnolias were grasped firmly in smooth hands. He had five minutes to get to a destination four blocks from where he was at the moment...and the streets and sidewalks were packed beyond beleif. He turned the corner with amazing speed and slammed right into a completely unknowing boy which sent them both to the ground and trampled on by other people that knew nothing of what was happening until it was too late.
Nagi didn't even have time to yelp before he was face first on the ground -- he managed to rip his pants and skid his knee on the ground. He sat up and winced as he slid over to a building, resting his back against the brick. He looked at his right knee which was now dripping with blood. The material around the wound had been soaked in it as well. He reached out his hand, slender digits cascading alond the wound. He winced once more and looked at the other, who was just getting up. Indigo hues went wide and glossy tiers parted upon noticing who the boy was. It was Bombei. He blushed.
Omi got to his feet and brushed himself off while hurrying to the other boy. He looked him over to make sure he was all right then spotted the wound. "Are you all right?!" He fell to his knees, grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it until he had a piece of material large enough to wrap around the bloody knee. "I -- I'm so sorry! I should have been looking."
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much." Nagi was trying to keep his head down and stay calm. His knee actually did hurt...a lot.
"That voice," Omi said while wrapping the material around the boys' knee, "...it's familiar. Have I met you before?"
Nagi studdered then decided an answer, "N -- ...no. No you haven't. Why are you being so kind to me?"
Omi shrugged, "I guess because it's my fault you're hurt. Let me see you're face, you might have a few scratches. I lucked out and only got a little one on my arm." He offered a smile as he pointed to his cut. "You see? It's kind of ironic."
Nagi shook his head, "I don't have any scratches on my face."
Omi sighed and reached out, lifting Nagi's chin to see his face. This action was returned with a sigh from the boy. Omi gasped as he realized who it was but quickly shruged it off, "You'd look much better if you smiled. I...I still have scratches on my back from when you threw me into that pillar. It's kind of shaped like a cat's face. A cat with really big eyes. When I see it in the mirror...it kind of freaks me out a little bit...so then I say 'Omi, you've got to get a grip of yourself! It just a few scratches.'" he frowned then smiled as the other chuckled, then coughed in attempt to hide it. "Your eyes light up too! You look so much better when you smile and laugh." He tied the two ends of the strip of material into a knot and stood up. He then extended a hand to the other who grabbed it, and pulled him up to his feet.
"Can you walk?"
"I think so." Nagi let go of Omi's hand, though he didn't really want to, as Omi backed up.
"Walk to me, just to make sure." The crowd had died down and that made all this a little more easier.
Nagi nodded and took a step, his knee gave way and Omi rushed to him before he fell. "Maybe I should help you...Anyway, what's you name?" Omi asked. He blinked in confusement as he was taken into Omi's arms, "Arigatou. M...my name's Nagi..." This was followed by a breif silence. "Omi-kun, " he became quite alarmed at calling him "Omi-kun" and sighed. "Why are you treating me so kindly? Aren't we enemies?"
"Nagi...We were enemies. Isn't everything over now? What's in the past should be left there. I've forgiven you for your past actions. I know there are things still going on but I feel that today's meeting was chance -- and we should make the best out of it. You're not here as my enemy and I'm not here as yours." He smiled and looked down at Nagi who began to straighten up.
"F....forgiven?" Nagi went cross eyed for a second as he looked at Omi and smiled. "Arigatou." It feels nice to be forgiven.
"Doitashimashite. Come, I'll get you a nice cup of tea and we can have lunch."
"Okay."
*END OF CHAPTER ONE. ^.^ Please comment. n.n PLEASE. :D n.n.......*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 1 - Forgiven
Indigo hues shut in disgust as the youngest member of Schwartz slammed the door behind him as he walked out of the house. Schuldich had once again decided to come up with a plan to rid the world of the black angels known as Weiss. Nagi, to be quite frank, was sick of it. He was sick of everything having to do with his "job." He blinked, those same spheres glancing about his surroundings until he decided to head for the park. That's where he usually went when he got upset...or disgusted. Taking casual steps upon the concrete beneathe him, he made his way around the corner. Good, no one had come running after him. Schuldich usually did while shouting crude insults. He supposed Crawford had decided to keep the German at bay.
He walked in silence through the city, just another face in the crowd. Most of the civilians were greeted by friends or family. He was never greeted by such and it didn't really bother him...because he had no friends or family. They had vanished long ago with his dreams of having a normal childhood. His "adventures" as a child molded him into the uncaring, monotone boy he was now. He felt he was this way for a reason but his usual feelings of hate for the world had been starting to disintegrate after a few run-ins with the genki boy from Weiss. He only knew him as Bombei -- and only because he heard the other Weiss members call him that.
He sighed and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The weather was hot with a cool breeze that suited him perfectly, though he wouldn't mind it being a little cooler. Because of the weather he noticed a larger crowd of people on the streets, more melted ice cream on the sidewalks (which he gladly side-stepped) and more hot air than one could imagine.
It was going to be a long walk to the park.
"Saa, I must make it to the restaraunt before it closes!" The prussian hued boy glanced at his watch and gasped as he broke into a run. A pot of Magnolias were grasped firmly in smooth hands. He had five minutes to get to a destination four blocks from where he was at the moment...and the streets and sidewalks were packed beyond beleif. He turned the corner with amazing speed and slammed right into a completely unknowing boy which sent them both to the ground and trampled on by other people that knew nothing of what was happening until it was too late.
Nagi didn't even have time to yelp before he was face first on the ground -- he managed to rip his pants and skid his knee on the ground. He sat up and winced as he slid over to a building, resting his back against the brick. He looked at his right knee which was now dripping with blood. The material around the wound had been soaked in it as well. He reached out his hand, slender digits cascading alond the wound. He winced once more and looked at the other, who was just getting up. Indigo hues went wide and glossy tiers parted upon noticing who the boy was. It was Bombei. He blushed.
Omi got to his feet and brushed himself off while hurrying to the other boy. He looked him over to make sure he was all right then spotted the wound. "Are you all right?!" He fell to his knees, grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it until he had a piece of material large enough to wrap around the bloody knee. "I -- I'm so sorry! I should have been looking."
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much." Nagi was trying to keep his head down and stay calm. His knee actually did hurt...a lot.
"That voice," Omi said while wrapping the material around the boys' knee, "...it's familiar. Have I met you before?"
Nagi studdered then decided an answer, "N -- ...no. No you haven't. Why are you being so kind to me?"
Omi shrugged, "I guess because it's my fault you're hurt. Let me see you're face, you might have a few scratches. I lucked out and only got a little one on my arm." He offered a smile as he pointed to his cut. "You see? It's kind of ironic."
Nagi shook his head, "I don't have any scratches on my face."
Omi sighed and reached out, lifting Nagi's chin to see his face. This action was returned with a sigh from the boy. Omi gasped as he realized who it was but quickly shruged it off, "You'd look much better if you smiled. I...I still have scratches on my back from when you threw me into that pillar. It's kind of shaped like a cat's face. A cat with really big eyes. When I see it in the mirror...it kind of freaks me out a little bit...so then I say 'Omi, you've got to get a grip of yourself! It just a few scratches.'" he frowned then smiled as the other chuckled, then coughed in attempt to hide it. "Your eyes light up too! You look so much better when you smile and laugh." He tied the two ends of the strip of material into a knot and stood up. He then extended a hand to the other who grabbed it, and pulled him up to his feet.
"Can you walk?"
"I think so." Nagi let go of Omi's hand, though he didn't really want to, as Omi backed up.
"Walk to me, just to make sure." The crowd had died down and that made all this a little more easier.
Nagi nodded and took a step, his knee gave way and Omi rushed to him before he fell. "Maybe I should help you...Anyway, what's you name?" Omi asked. He blinked in confusement as he was taken into Omi's arms, "Arigatou. M...my name's Nagi..." This was followed by a breif silence. "Omi-kun, " he became quite alarmed at calling him "Omi-kun" and sighed. "Why are you treating me so kindly? Aren't we enemies?"
"Nagi...We were enemies. Isn't everything over now? What's in the past should be left there. I've forgiven you for your past actions. I know there are things still going on but I feel that today's meeting was chance -- and we should make the best out of it. You're not here as my enemy and I'm not here as yours." He smiled and looked down at Nagi who began to straighten up.
"F....forgiven?" Nagi went cross eyed for a second as he looked at Omi and smiled. "Arigatou." It feels nice to be forgiven.
"Doitashimashite. Come, I'll get you a nice cup of tea and we can have lunch."
"Okay."
*END OF CHAPTER ONE. ^.^ Please comment. n.n PLEASE. :D n.n.......*