*Woohoo... Um..what chapter is this? Ugh.. 6? I think so. Um.. yeah... I
still don't own Weiss Kruez.. u.u; And, as you can probably tell by the
title, this chapter's not going to be um... all that fun. o.o; Any of you
listen to Malice Mizer? Aren't they the best?! Er... were the best, I mean.
LOL. Mana's going solo and Gackt has been for so long... rofl. It's all
good. :O Sorry, randomness? Bad spelling and grammer is still possible. You
must all suffer. XD Schudich, Schuldig, it doesn't matter to me. n.; I'm
used to spelling it as "Schuldich." Gomen ne. n.n;*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 6- Iie!
"Omi... O~mi!" Ran looked frustrated as he looked for the younger boy, walking down the sidewalks in an almost rushed manner, it was actually kind of out of character for him to be looking for the other but Youji insisted that Ran look for the boy. And as luck would have it... he turned a peticular corner and what did he see? None other than Nagi Naoe and Omi Tsukiyono. But that wasn't what pissed him off, what pissed him off was the fact that they were embracing.
He narrowed his eyes at the sight, deciding what to do about this.. Hmm, he'd bring it up when Omi walked in the door. Yes, infront of Youji. No, wait... He'd get Youji to get rid of Nagi while he was talking to the youngest Weiss member. Ah, yes... perfect. He let a small smirk run along those lips of his as he turned on his heel and headed back home. As soon as he walked in the door the shutting of it was echoed with the call of Youji.
"Did you find him...? Is he okay?"
"I found him. Yes, he's okay... for a time, I mean. I need you to do something."
"What? I don't feel like cooking so don't even bother asking. Make your own damn food, you lazy bum." Youji cocked his head to the side and sneered.
"Not that. I need you to kill that Schwartz boy.. The youngest one." Ran didn't give a reason, he didn't feel a need to. "You should head out now, I know you know where they all are because you've been messing around on the computer and in Omi's files, right?"
Youji nodded, "But why didn't he tell us where they lived?"
"He has his reasons... and you're about to get rid of one of them. I have to wait until Omi gets home because I have to talk to him about it, understand?"
"Right..." Youji raised a brow, he didn't get what Ran was talking about but.. oh well. He had a mission! And he got to kill someone! Woo hoo! Yes, he'd love this... Booyah! And so he grabbed his coat and headed out the door just as Omi was coming in. He smiled and winked as he left, throwing a mock peace into the air as he slammed the door behind him.
Omi blinked, those cerulean hues focusing their gaze on the red-head, "Ne, where's he going?" he slipped into an empty chair.
Ran sneered, "Your outbursts of emotion don't last too long, do they? Pfft. Anyway, he went to the store."
"Oh... okay.. and no, I guess they don't." He rolled his eyes at that and tilted his head to the side, he had just realized something, "I thought we didn't need anything..."
"Well, he went to go get something. Don't question me."
"I wasn--"
"Why don't you go do something useful and pot some plants? We all need to work more now that Ken is in the hospital."
Omi nodded in dissapointment, reminded of his hurt friend. Turning on his heel, slender digits reaching the wall beside him, sliding over one a the bullet holes from way back in the day... Cerulean hues narrowed as he took his time to get up the stairs, tilting his head back for a brief moment. "...What if it was your fault?" Then he was gone, the only sound heard was the door slamming shut.
"...Aya," Youji said as he opened the prementioned door and stammered down the stairs, waving a hand in the air in mock-greeting, "No one was there so I left a note... Eh, we challeneged them to a battle tonight. I told Omi, he got a little upset... Eh," He shrugged, slender digits fumbling with that blonde hair of his, "Whatever."
. . .
"Oh, a battle. Can I take my new knives?" Farfarello asked as he eyed the yellow postie-note. Crawford shrugged, raising a brow at the Irishman, "It doesn't matter to me."
Schuldich grinned and latched onto the right arm of Crawford, nuzzling his head against the mans shoulder, "So much fun, eh, Braddy-pie?" Green hues glinted for a moment as his glance shot up to the Americans face.
The latching on to only caused Crawford to shrug the pesky German off, careful hands brushing his suit off as he stepped aside. "Shut up."
Schu grunted and crossed his arms, "Fine. Nagi's better in bed anyway."
"Don't speak of me in such ways, I've never been with you like that and I don't ever plan on it either." Nagi stated that fact as he casually walked down the steps adjusting his own suit.
"Alright, let's go then..." Crawford was the first out the door because, well... he always was.
. . .
Nagi paused, turning on his heel to gaze into the boys deep cerluean eyes. Moments of silence passed, both boys staring blankly at one another. They didn't want to fight eachother, why were they dragged into this?!
"Make your move, Nagi!" Schuldich snapped, Nagi cringed at the sound of the German's voice... Schu knew that he and Omi were involved... but he also knew that the clumbsy telepathic had to pretend he knew nothing of it.
/Gomen ne, Chibi.../
"Don't just stand there!" Youji screamed at Omi as wire flew towards both Farfarello and Schuldich, beads of persperation already viewable on the mans forehead. It wasn't easy fighting two people.
Farfarello merely smirked as the wire wrapped about his wrist, cutting into his skin and drawing blood. Simple red blood... delicious... dripping from his wrist to the ground. A single golden eye shot in the direction of the German who had been able to avoid such pleasure and had decided to use his speed to force a kick into Youji's abdomen.
Youji yelped as the foot hit him, he fell back a few steps and doubled over in pain; an action that had provoked Schuldich to move behind him, claps his hands together, and bring them down upon the blonde's back. Youji fell limp to the ground, coughing as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Ran was busy slashing at Crawford, yet he made not a scratch anywhere on the American. That pissed him off. "Damn you!"
Nagi watched in horror as the others faught, did they expect him to fight Omi? The one he loved? He hesitated and tried to take a step forward in attempt to fight the boy, but his attempt failed. He gunted, and turned his head to the side, indigo hues narrowing in disbelief. He had grow weak.
Omi sighed as he watched the other, he, too, was unable to to start a fight -- even a fake one. A slight smile slid across those glossy tiers, though he fought against it. He adored Nagi much more than he thought he did. Nagi was his pride and joy, his angel. This was bliss.
This bliss, however, was shortlived. Farfarello, who had been watching the two, had grown sick of the lack in fighting. He flew towards the Omi, jabbing the blade of his new knife into the boys side, right below his rib cage. He smirked as he twisted the knife, watching in delight as crimson colored blood began spilling out of the wound.
Omi screamed in pain as he felt the knife twist and turn inside of him, falling into the Irishman as he tried to pull him away. This only caused Farfarello to act even more, pushing the knife into new depths and twisting and pulling. Push, twist, pull.
Nagi stared in horror, finding himself unable to move, frozen in shock. He was then hit with the full impact of the situation and he idly began hitting Farfarello. "Dame da.. dame da....DAME DA!" He screamed in agony as one fist after the other pounded the Irishman.
The Irishman's free hand pushed Nagi away as he pulled the knife out of the other boy. He was happy now, his hands smothered in blood. The blood of a Weiss boy.
Omi screamed once more before falling onto his back, onto the cold, hard ground. Those cerulean pools had lost seemingly all of their color. He tried to focus his deminishing sight on the frieghtened Nagi.
"IIE!" Indigo hues shot wide open as Nagi dropped to his knees beside Omi, sobbing as slender digits traced the boys jawline, "Iie.."
The fighting stopped and everyone turned their attention two the two young boys. Not a word was exchanged between them, they were all devoured by the unfolding situation surrounding the two teenagers.
"Omi..." Slender digits then pressed upwards to brush honey-dipped filaments from the boys face. This... was the first time he ever really cried -- he was always expected to be so bland and emotionless. He noticed Omi's breathing had started to slow down and his eyes were slowly starting to close. The blood flowing from the wound hadn't even started to stop or get slower. Nagi blinked in confusion, taking a glance at the bloody handprint on his shirt before looking back at his lover. The sobbing got worse.
"Don't cry, koishii..." Omi whispered as he opened those bright blue eyes, a hand -- though bloody -- was raised, the palm placed on Nagi's cheek. He was almost on the verge of tears himself.
"Omi..." Youji moved foreward only to have Ran grab his arm. They both couldn't really register the whole thing. Yes, Ran knew... but now he saw... he saw everything.
"No, Youji... just let them be right now..." Guilt, he felt it. A lot of it. He was so stupid. Youji nodded and fell to his knees.
It began to rain as they all watched, Farfarello was amused by the whole deal. Omi would die, God would cry... and he'd be happy. Schuldich on the other hand was none too pleased; he had to turn away and face the other direction in order to keep himself situated. Crawford was.. well, he was pissed. Nagi had apparently betrayed them in many ways and... that was not to be taken lightly. He grunted.
...And Nagi continued to cry, the droplets of rain beating against his back as he leaned down and rested his head on Omi's chest.
Slipping both of his arms around Nagi, Omi tightened his grip on the boy. His glance slid to Ran and Youji, "Tell... tell Ken-kun I'm sorry and that I'll miss him as much as I'll miss the both of you..." His breathing had become harsh and much more slower.
"No, Omi! Don't say that...! You can't... you can't..."
"Shh, Koishii... Gomen ne..." Omi had finally started crying... and it was odd because... because he was trying so hard not to.
Youji and Ran both looked on, the blonde was sobbing and Ran had sat down to comfort him, "We... we'll tell him Omi." Ran said as he drew Youji into a hug, "...And I'm sorry. It's my fault this happened..."
"Arigatou... I love you two... as well as my angel..."
"We love you too, Omi."
He never expected to hear something like that from Ran... but after hearing it he knew he could let go. And so, as he closed his eyes he whispered, "Aishi'teru, Nagi-kun... My memories are my..." A pause, he took another breath of air, "...my wings. Don't worry, I can fly..." And then he let go of what little life he had left as he exhaled.
Nagi's eyes widened in horror as he felt his lovers chest rise and fall for the last time. Indigo hues darted around in confusion and worry, he didn't want this to be happening. "Omi..." He whispered, sobs giving way to a full outcry, "Omi...Omi, OMI!" He shook the boy gently to get him to wake... yet nothing happened. He dug his face into Omi's chest for a second before lifting his head, shimmering tears streaming from those indigo pools, "IIE!"
*The end. n.n; Chapter 7 on its way. Comment please, I worked hard on this. Sorry for the delay but I hope it was worth the wait.*
A Foe's Love
Chapter 6- Iie!
"Omi... O~mi!" Ran looked frustrated as he looked for the younger boy, walking down the sidewalks in an almost rushed manner, it was actually kind of out of character for him to be looking for the other but Youji insisted that Ran look for the boy. And as luck would have it... he turned a peticular corner and what did he see? None other than Nagi Naoe and Omi Tsukiyono. But that wasn't what pissed him off, what pissed him off was the fact that they were embracing.
He narrowed his eyes at the sight, deciding what to do about this.. Hmm, he'd bring it up when Omi walked in the door. Yes, infront of Youji. No, wait... He'd get Youji to get rid of Nagi while he was talking to the youngest Weiss member. Ah, yes... perfect. He let a small smirk run along those lips of his as he turned on his heel and headed back home. As soon as he walked in the door the shutting of it was echoed with the call of Youji.
"Did you find him...? Is he okay?"
"I found him. Yes, he's okay... for a time, I mean. I need you to do something."
"What? I don't feel like cooking so don't even bother asking. Make your own damn food, you lazy bum." Youji cocked his head to the side and sneered.
"Not that. I need you to kill that Schwartz boy.. The youngest one." Ran didn't give a reason, he didn't feel a need to. "You should head out now, I know you know where they all are because you've been messing around on the computer and in Omi's files, right?"
Youji nodded, "But why didn't he tell us where they lived?"
"He has his reasons... and you're about to get rid of one of them. I have to wait until Omi gets home because I have to talk to him about it, understand?"
"Right..." Youji raised a brow, he didn't get what Ran was talking about but.. oh well. He had a mission! And he got to kill someone! Woo hoo! Yes, he'd love this... Booyah! And so he grabbed his coat and headed out the door just as Omi was coming in. He smiled and winked as he left, throwing a mock peace into the air as he slammed the door behind him.
Omi blinked, those cerulean hues focusing their gaze on the red-head, "Ne, where's he going?" he slipped into an empty chair.
Ran sneered, "Your outbursts of emotion don't last too long, do they? Pfft. Anyway, he went to the store."
"Oh... okay.. and no, I guess they don't." He rolled his eyes at that and tilted his head to the side, he had just realized something, "I thought we didn't need anything..."
"Well, he went to go get something. Don't question me."
"I wasn--"
"Why don't you go do something useful and pot some plants? We all need to work more now that Ken is in the hospital."
Omi nodded in dissapointment, reminded of his hurt friend. Turning on his heel, slender digits reaching the wall beside him, sliding over one a the bullet holes from way back in the day... Cerulean hues narrowed as he took his time to get up the stairs, tilting his head back for a brief moment. "...What if it was your fault?" Then he was gone, the only sound heard was the door slamming shut.
"...Aya," Youji said as he opened the prementioned door and stammered down the stairs, waving a hand in the air in mock-greeting, "No one was there so I left a note... Eh, we challeneged them to a battle tonight. I told Omi, he got a little upset... Eh," He shrugged, slender digits fumbling with that blonde hair of his, "Whatever."
. . .
"Oh, a battle. Can I take my new knives?" Farfarello asked as he eyed the yellow postie-note. Crawford shrugged, raising a brow at the Irishman, "It doesn't matter to me."
Schuldich grinned and latched onto the right arm of Crawford, nuzzling his head against the mans shoulder, "So much fun, eh, Braddy-pie?" Green hues glinted for a moment as his glance shot up to the Americans face.
The latching on to only caused Crawford to shrug the pesky German off, careful hands brushing his suit off as he stepped aside. "Shut up."
Schu grunted and crossed his arms, "Fine. Nagi's better in bed anyway."
"Don't speak of me in such ways, I've never been with you like that and I don't ever plan on it either." Nagi stated that fact as he casually walked down the steps adjusting his own suit.
"Alright, let's go then..." Crawford was the first out the door because, well... he always was.
. . .
Nagi paused, turning on his heel to gaze into the boys deep cerluean eyes. Moments of silence passed, both boys staring blankly at one another. They didn't want to fight eachother, why were they dragged into this?!
"Make your move, Nagi!" Schuldich snapped, Nagi cringed at the sound of the German's voice... Schu knew that he and Omi were involved... but he also knew that the clumbsy telepathic had to pretend he knew nothing of it.
/Gomen ne, Chibi.../
"Don't just stand there!" Youji screamed at Omi as wire flew towards both Farfarello and Schuldich, beads of persperation already viewable on the mans forehead. It wasn't easy fighting two people.
Farfarello merely smirked as the wire wrapped about his wrist, cutting into his skin and drawing blood. Simple red blood... delicious... dripping from his wrist to the ground. A single golden eye shot in the direction of the German who had been able to avoid such pleasure and had decided to use his speed to force a kick into Youji's abdomen.
Youji yelped as the foot hit him, he fell back a few steps and doubled over in pain; an action that had provoked Schuldich to move behind him, claps his hands together, and bring them down upon the blonde's back. Youji fell limp to the ground, coughing as he wrapped his arms around himself.
Ran was busy slashing at Crawford, yet he made not a scratch anywhere on the American. That pissed him off. "Damn you!"
Nagi watched in horror as the others faught, did they expect him to fight Omi? The one he loved? He hesitated and tried to take a step forward in attempt to fight the boy, but his attempt failed. He gunted, and turned his head to the side, indigo hues narrowing in disbelief. He had grow weak.
Omi sighed as he watched the other, he, too, was unable to to start a fight -- even a fake one. A slight smile slid across those glossy tiers, though he fought against it. He adored Nagi much more than he thought he did. Nagi was his pride and joy, his angel. This was bliss.
This bliss, however, was shortlived. Farfarello, who had been watching the two, had grown sick of the lack in fighting. He flew towards the Omi, jabbing the blade of his new knife into the boys side, right below his rib cage. He smirked as he twisted the knife, watching in delight as crimson colored blood began spilling out of the wound.
Omi screamed in pain as he felt the knife twist and turn inside of him, falling into the Irishman as he tried to pull him away. This only caused Farfarello to act even more, pushing the knife into new depths and twisting and pulling. Push, twist, pull.
Nagi stared in horror, finding himself unable to move, frozen in shock. He was then hit with the full impact of the situation and he idly began hitting Farfarello. "Dame da.. dame da....DAME DA!" He screamed in agony as one fist after the other pounded the Irishman.
The Irishman's free hand pushed Nagi away as he pulled the knife out of the other boy. He was happy now, his hands smothered in blood. The blood of a Weiss boy.
Omi screamed once more before falling onto his back, onto the cold, hard ground. Those cerulean pools had lost seemingly all of their color. He tried to focus his deminishing sight on the frieghtened Nagi.
"IIE!" Indigo hues shot wide open as Nagi dropped to his knees beside Omi, sobbing as slender digits traced the boys jawline, "Iie.."
The fighting stopped and everyone turned their attention two the two young boys. Not a word was exchanged between them, they were all devoured by the unfolding situation surrounding the two teenagers.
"Omi..." Slender digits then pressed upwards to brush honey-dipped filaments from the boys face. This... was the first time he ever really cried -- he was always expected to be so bland and emotionless. He noticed Omi's breathing had started to slow down and his eyes were slowly starting to close. The blood flowing from the wound hadn't even started to stop or get slower. Nagi blinked in confusion, taking a glance at the bloody handprint on his shirt before looking back at his lover. The sobbing got worse.
"Don't cry, koishii..." Omi whispered as he opened those bright blue eyes, a hand -- though bloody -- was raised, the palm placed on Nagi's cheek. He was almost on the verge of tears himself.
"Omi..." Youji moved foreward only to have Ran grab his arm. They both couldn't really register the whole thing. Yes, Ran knew... but now he saw... he saw everything.
"No, Youji... just let them be right now..." Guilt, he felt it. A lot of it. He was so stupid. Youji nodded and fell to his knees.
It began to rain as they all watched, Farfarello was amused by the whole deal. Omi would die, God would cry... and he'd be happy. Schuldich on the other hand was none too pleased; he had to turn away and face the other direction in order to keep himself situated. Crawford was.. well, he was pissed. Nagi had apparently betrayed them in many ways and... that was not to be taken lightly. He grunted.
...And Nagi continued to cry, the droplets of rain beating against his back as he leaned down and rested his head on Omi's chest.
Slipping both of his arms around Nagi, Omi tightened his grip on the boy. His glance slid to Ran and Youji, "Tell... tell Ken-kun I'm sorry and that I'll miss him as much as I'll miss the both of you..." His breathing had become harsh and much more slower.
"No, Omi! Don't say that...! You can't... you can't..."
"Shh, Koishii... Gomen ne..." Omi had finally started crying... and it was odd because... because he was trying so hard not to.
Youji and Ran both looked on, the blonde was sobbing and Ran had sat down to comfort him, "We... we'll tell him Omi." Ran said as he drew Youji into a hug, "...And I'm sorry. It's my fault this happened..."
"Arigatou... I love you two... as well as my angel..."
"We love you too, Omi."
He never expected to hear something like that from Ran... but after hearing it he knew he could let go. And so, as he closed his eyes he whispered, "Aishi'teru, Nagi-kun... My memories are my..." A pause, he took another breath of air, "...my wings. Don't worry, I can fly..." And then he let go of what little life he had left as he exhaled.
Nagi's eyes widened in horror as he felt his lovers chest rise and fall for the last time. Indigo hues darted around in confusion and worry, he didn't want this to be happening. "Omi..." He whispered, sobs giving way to a full outcry, "Omi...Omi, OMI!" He shook the boy gently to get him to wake... yet nothing happened. He dug his face into Omi's chest for a second before lifting his head, shimmering tears streaming from those indigo pools, "IIE!"
*The end. n.n; Chapter 7 on its way. Comment please, I worked hard on this. Sorry for the delay but I hope it was worth the wait.*