Das Gewahlte
by RikkuChic9
***
(Author's Notes: Same stuff, really. Minor drug content 'cause of Youji. Just because he smokes, doesn't mean you should. O_O
This message isn't JUST to the kids... There's blood and heavy graphic violence, in this chapter. If you're queasy... you don't want to read this part. Lots of Youji angst and gore in flashbacks (well, him talking about it), basically.
Disclaimer: I still do NOT own Weiss Kreuz.)
***
"I... I... I'm... a what...?" Omi was still gawking not believing what he was hearing.
"A Slayer. A stake-driving, vampire-ass-whoopin' Slayer," Youji puffed a bit of his cigarette, "and I, ironically, am your Watcher."
Omi couldn't imagine what was being said to him as fact.
'This is just another one of my flipped out dreams... Yeah! That's exactly it! I'm dreaming, again!'
Youji laughed softly making Omi look at him nervously.
"Sorry, kitty. This is one hundred percent real."
Omi sank back drastically in his bed.
"What the?! How'd... you?!"
"Telepathy, kid. Comes with the package." Youji leaned back in Omi's chair.
"Telepa...? Same as Schuldig, right?" Omi tried not to give off his frightened feeling toward Youji.
"Yeah. Though, I wish it was JUST telepathy."
"Yeah... about that..." Omi began thinking about the event in the alleyway the previous night which still unnerved him.
"About what I really am?"
It felt as if Youji could read Omi's mind. Then again, Omi knew he could and might have. The blue-eyed boy was sure his fellow knew his question without having to look into his mind for it.
Youji merely held his cigarette in his fingers twirling it very slowly. He seemed to pause a bit more until he sighed out loud catching Omi's attention.
"Well, I'm not a vampire," he chuckled softly, "but I'm not entirely human, either."
Omi bit his lip softly waiting for something from yet another pause and had even, as if impulse, sweat just slightly.
"I'm a Vamp. Others would call me a Halfling or an Unbaptized. I'm simply half human, half vampire. That's all those fancy terms mean... I was born this way. That IS the only way ones like me can come to be, anyway."
"Born that way...? ... But... I don't understand." Omi still felt this was all too screwy to be true.
"I have my wife-ditching father to thank for all of this. He bit my mother and gave her his blood... and I was the result of it. Heh... I never even got to see her face and I honestly don't know what happened to the vampire that screwed up my life." Youji stood up and put his back to Omi.
"I didn't know any of this at that time, though. I was orphaned. Just waiting in an adoption home... I only remember this stuff 'cause of my REAL parents, the ones who finally adopted me over everyone else... Well, they were the ones who gave me a second chance, anyway."
Omi had significantly calmed and began to feel more light just listening to the dark blond.
"Those were the times that I'll always remember. Me, my mom, and dad," Youji smiled and closed his eyes, "... just... all so happy..."
Youji opened his eyes and developed a small frown.
"God's always been out to get me it seems... 'cause that happiness didn't last... It was my thirteenth birthday. That's when everything shattered. I didn't know that that would be... the last birthday I'd ever celebrate with my parents..."
Youji gently rubbed the side of his face then raked his hair stopping.
"I was a late bloomer... if you get what I'm saying. I was going through the middle of what all 'normal' boys do. Becoming a man... Then again, I was about to realize... that I wasn't 'normal'."
Youji finally turned looking at Omi who had a look of curiosity and anxiety. The dark blond slowly began walking towards the direction of Omi's curtain-covered window.
"Getting tall... filling out... voice deepening... all of it happening to my body like a 'normal' teenage boy. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't all that was changing about me..."
Youji just stared down at his cigarette calmly.
"There were times... when I would hear people, millions of them, talking all around me... but they weren't... it was all in my head. I would tell my parents, but they just thought I was having nightmares or something. It was so bad that I would go insane... trying to make them all stop... I could never sleep...
Omi blinked a few times looking down at the bed sheets.
"Then I began seeing and hearing things everyone else couldn't... I seriously thought I was going nuts. I heard people conversing three stories up in their apartments when I walked by busy and noisy streets... and I could clearly see stray cats high up in old abandon warehouse windows at night... It freaked me out that I could smell my mom cooking fish when I would turn the corner into our neighborhood. It was damned strange... feeling all of your senses going wild like that and you couldn't explain it."
Omi looked up at Youji who looked so willing at sharing his past.
"My body was apparently getting stronger, too. When I helped put dishes away, they would break when I barely grasped them. It happened to everything I tried to hold. Even the handle to my dad's truck ripped right off so easily when I hardly pulled... Later, on my skin even seemed to get paler despite how much I liked to go out in the sun. My eyes had caught my mom's attention one time when she said that they looked strangely attractive... she always went into a kind of daze or mesmerization of sorts when she would look into my eyes... like she was hypnotized by them or something..."
Omi tilted his head a bit like trying to test that statement.
"This had been happening before, but... my canine teeth had gotten quite longer and sharper than most... I knew other few people's who were like that, too, but... mine just seemed different that I knew they're weren't natural... They resembled fangs. It really creeped me out, but I didn't want to tell my parents..."
Youji closed his eyes breathing slowly.
"It was only two months until my next birthday, but we were still in the winter annoyance of January... the last month that my parents would ever breath... I had been going through so many pains at that time, both on the out and inside... I had developed a strange burning pain throughout my whole body. It felt like I was on fire, but... even worse. I always felt some carnal-like hunger in my entire body... The urge was so damned painful... I started to believe that maybe, it was just my hormones going insane... Yeah... that's what I was so hoping to believe..."
Omi noticed Youji crushing his cigarette between his fingers harshly.
"A week had passed and I still experienced that body-consuming urge... That raw-clawing hunger that wouldn't leave me alone... It was eleven... eleven at night... when my mom just had to come into my room. She knew I was having so much trouble sleeping those past few days... and... and... when she touched my face... that last kind thing... that she ever did for me..."
Omi saw Youji's eyes shut tighter and could see water forming in them.
"All... All I can remember is seeing her frightened face... That's all I... That I... I will ever remember of her last expression being alive... That terrified look..."
Omi blue eyes widened just slightly.
"... I... I did... I was on the floor in the living room and I could see and smell it all around me... blood... I knew I was sitting in it... it was all over me... that's when I saw... at the bottom of the stairs... my.. dad... he was lying there... his neck was twisted and his arm was just barely attached to the torn and bloody ligaments and tissues of muscle and bone... and there was a hole in his chest... Before I got up... I saw it... his heart... on the floor next to me... like some smashed raisin. I just wanted to vomit right there."
'Youji...?' Omi's lips trembled.
"When I somehow managed to get up the stairs... there was so much blood trailing on the carpet to my room. When I finally walked in the door... all the control I had broke down... I just collapsed on the floor. ...She was on the floor, surrounded by a puddle of blood... my mom's throat had been practically ripped out... Her face... I remember... her face was still in that horrified expression... I still felt, smelt, and saw the blood all over my body. I lifted my hands up... and... I can't believe what... I did."
Omi swallowed so dryly and didn't notice himself sweat slightly.
"I... licked them. I... felt like such a filthy animal when I realized it... I went nauseous when... when I knew... I liked it... so much... That blood... like some kind of monster... the pain was gone... What the hell did it matter then, anyway..."
"Youji..." Omi had forgotten all of his dilenma for that instant, but felt shamefully frightened at the same time.
Youji slowly looked over at Omi with tears uncontrollably streaming down his pale, but composed and serious appearing face with fangs clearly in view that he'd somehow kept hidden until now.
"... I killed them..."
Youji ripped open the curtains trying to control his tears and glared at the bright outside.
"Sometimes I wish," the dark blond smiled slightly and laughed softly, "that I could just burn up in the sun... just to die already."
Omi looked at him intently wanting to say something, but couldn't muster it up at that moment.
"No. That's when I remember that I don't get death as easily as them. Just walking out into the light of day and frying to ashes... No. I don't get it that easy."
"... Why's that...?" Youji turned his head to Omi.
"I'm only half vampire. Basically... I get all of the strengths, but none of the weaknesses. Except," Youji spat it out quickly, "the hunger. The lust for blood. F***ed up deal... but I've had to learn to live with it. I'd never have... any of that happen again."
"What happened after," Omi thought better, "Gomen."
"I... dont' mind. I lived out in streets just getting by... having to live with whatever I was... They'd claimed that the Kudou's had been involved in a mass slaughter and assumed that I had been kidnapped... and most likely dead, also. The police just placed this since my dad had worked with an organization that was working to get Riot out of commission. Back when they were a porn show ring along with other illegal sex-stimulating drugs out in the market. They'd guessed we'd been killed because we were a threat... Never had any idea that it was the bastard son..."
"Youji. From what I'm hearing... it was a complete accident. You couldn't control something you had no idea or intention of doing."
Youji shook his head still feeling resentment and blame.
"Besides that... I meet others... like me and even rogue vampires that roamed Tokyo. They helped me... through a lot of my trauma and new life. They were many of the teachers who taught me everything I needed to know... about myself. I was only fourteen at the time, also. I spent the rest of my years... just lurking in the shadows of the city. I didn't exist anymore as far as I was concerned. I eventually learned how to control every new ability and power that this curse had laid upon me. Even how to deal with my bloodlust much better..."
The chestnut blond boy noticed that Youji's canines had somehow disappeared again, after he'd calmed down.
"I seemed to be in the right place at the right time on occasions... I'd be walking down an alley when thugs were about to either rape a woman or kill one. It seems I've always had some extra responsibility towards women... especially since I'd failed two very important ones in my life before hand... I got the hang of playing the 'hero' for these damsels in distress. Even men at times. I guess that what sort of sparked my yearning to come back into human society after shunning away from it for so long."
Omi began to suspect what the rest of the story would be like.
"I was only eighteen and I hadn't been to school since I never made it to high school, but I was determined to get into college instead... While I was, surprisingly, well off, with the help of fake identification and other various paper work, I decided to join the local police department for a side job. While at the training academy, I met the woman you know all about already. Asuka Murase. After that, I made sure to get through college in only two years. I had mostly educated myself during that four years in a supernatual side of reality... We began our own detective agency... you know something Omi... I've told you everything after that up to my joining Weiss."
Omi's head came back up looking at Youji who was smiling at him. Omi began to wonder if that smile was the ultimate cover up Youji used to hide all of these past regrets, burdens, nightmares, and even present internal pains that the twenty-two year-old had just confessd to him in the past hour. He began to think Youji's wild nights on the town, very likely ending with him in a bed with a woman, were also another way he escaped his past and tried to just forget about... that horrible life he had to live before this "new one". Omi truly pondered just how Youji could dry his tears and look like absolutely nothing uncomfortable, and obviously disturbing to recount, had been spoken.
"I've yapped on about my crappy life long enough. I've still got things to tell ya, kitten." Youji slumped slightly on the open window.
"Hey! You act like I'm supposed to act like everything's as normal as before! I just got attacked by some freak last night, told out of the blue that I'm some kind of Slayer, and just heard the traumatic story of my friend, who also happens to be some half vampire thing, AND tells me he's my Watcher? What ever the hell all of that is about!" Omi had jumped off the bed, despite his previous thoughts, was completely confused and agitated.
"I already explained what a Slayer is, kid! Kill vampires and demons, keep the peace, basically."
"How do you know I'm even cut out to be a Slayer and how, in the first place, would you know that I am even one?"
"Omi. Please do NOT tell me that you are not cut out to be a Slayer. I mean, damn! What do you think you're doing with Weiss? Not just flower peddling, obviously," Youji just gave the boy a shrug, "and I knew you were one, 'cause I've got connections that hinted that I was destined to be the Watcher of the Slayer that would appear in Tokyo VERY soon."
Omi's lips just twitched wondering what Youji was getting to.
"Looks like fate dealed you the Wild Card." Youji smiled a little.
"Oh, and just what is a Watcher?" Omi questioned a bit in sarcastic enthusiasm.
"I've gotta guide you through the bizarre and surreal world of the supernatural. I've lived in, still dive into, and even AM part of it."
"... Then how will I even be able to take on the stuff?"
"A lot of silver weaponry. Bullets, knives, etc... Well, if you'd like to keep your style of fighting, than go with silver arrowheads, dart needles, maybe even some throwing knives. Those poison darts won't do anything for you against what you'll be facing. Still, I'd highly recommend you get a gun and I know for a fact that you know how to use one."
Omi leaned closer listening.
"Don't bother with crosses, holy water, garlic, or any of that crap. It's all Hollywood and Dracula based non-sense. Vampires roast in sunlight, but that's difficult to make happen. They're fast shits too, but you're actually quick enough to keep them in check. You've gotten powers that are reserved to be inherited by Slayers, also, but you'll have to discover what they are on your own."
Omi slid off the bed finally.
"Anything else I should now 'cause, to be honest, I'd rather just find this out as I go along."
"Don't worry if they get to your neck."
Omi blinked at Youji's comment.
"... What?"
"If one tries to drink your blood, heh... well, let's just say I'd hate to be the vampire with its teeth in your throat." Youji smiled when he finished heading for the door of the room.
Omi barely remembered then what he had wanted to ask.
"Youji!"
Youji's dark forest green eyes stared back at the younger boy.
"About your... fangs. Why do they appear... and how have you been able to keep this from people?"
"Mental illusion."
"Really...?"
"Yeah. Can't see 'em now can you? They're there, though. They never 'disappear'."
Omi jumped a little when all of a sudden Youji's elongated canines appeared in his small smile.
"I stopped messing with your mind, so you can see 'em now."
"So it's just a trick of the mind...?"
"Basically. I'm just manipulating your brain to think that normal teeth are there. When I drop it, you can see fangs. Not like the movie vampires you see, who 'extend' their fangs or whatever. These ones are present twenty-four seven. That's the secret to the magically 'disappearing' fangs."
Youji finally went out the door quite lazily, leaving a dazed Omi in way deep thought.
'Looks like I have to squeeze in YET another obligation onto my schedule... and I forgot about that math exam tomorrow...' Omi made a exhausted and annoyed pout not wanting to linger on his later turmoils.
***
Youji exited Omi's room happily in thought and in serious contemplation at once.
'... Despite, everything, I kinda wonder who the Kee-' The dark blond closed his eyes as he tilted his head causing his shades to fall over his face.
Youji felt the presence of an eaves-dropper leaning against the wall right outside Omi's door. When he spun around, he came face to face with one of the people he'd hoped not to be there.
"Aya-kun?"
As stated, Aya was casting an intense look upon Youji in the darker area of the hallway. The twenty-two year-old smiled weakly in a slightly nervous expression.
"... So... How much did you hear?"
Aya faced Youji folding his arms across his chest.
"Enough."
***
(Author's notes: I was just trying to finish this already! Well, Aya's gonna get more deeply involved soon. I, actually, hadn't meant for Youji to spill out is entire life story, but I realize that it's out of the way now. The next chapter will focus on Ken who will get into the mess and he'll have another lost "false" love brooding-type of scenario. It'll be pretty interesting. To be continued.)
by RikkuChic9
***
(Author's Notes: Same stuff, really. Minor drug content 'cause of Youji. Just because he smokes, doesn't mean you should. O_O
This message isn't JUST to the kids... There's blood and heavy graphic violence, in this chapter. If you're queasy... you don't want to read this part. Lots of Youji angst and gore in flashbacks (well, him talking about it), basically.
Disclaimer: I still do NOT own Weiss Kreuz.)
***
"I... I... I'm... a what...?" Omi was still gawking not believing what he was hearing.
"A Slayer. A stake-driving, vampire-ass-whoopin' Slayer," Youji puffed a bit of his cigarette, "and I, ironically, am your Watcher."
Omi couldn't imagine what was being said to him as fact.
'This is just another one of my flipped out dreams... Yeah! That's exactly it! I'm dreaming, again!'
Youji laughed softly making Omi look at him nervously.
"Sorry, kitty. This is one hundred percent real."
Omi sank back drastically in his bed.
"What the?! How'd... you?!"
"Telepathy, kid. Comes with the package." Youji leaned back in Omi's chair.
"Telepa...? Same as Schuldig, right?" Omi tried not to give off his frightened feeling toward Youji.
"Yeah. Though, I wish it was JUST telepathy."
"Yeah... about that..." Omi began thinking about the event in the alleyway the previous night which still unnerved him.
"About what I really am?"
It felt as if Youji could read Omi's mind. Then again, Omi knew he could and might have. The blue-eyed boy was sure his fellow knew his question without having to look into his mind for it.
Youji merely held his cigarette in his fingers twirling it very slowly. He seemed to pause a bit more until he sighed out loud catching Omi's attention.
"Well, I'm not a vampire," he chuckled softly, "but I'm not entirely human, either."
Omi bit his lip softly waiting for something from yet another pause and had even, as if impulse, sweat just slightly.
"I'm a Vamp. Others would call me a Halfling or an Unbaptized. I'm simply half human, half vampire. That's all those fancy terms mean... I was born this way. That IS the only way ones like me can come to be, anyway."
"Born that way...? ... But... I don't understand." Omi still felt this was all too screwy to be true.
"I have my wife-ditching father to thank for all of this. He bit my mother and gave her his blood... and I was the result of it. Heh... I never even got to see her face and I honestly don't know what happened to the vampire that screwed up my life." Youji stood up and put his back to Omi.
"I didn't know any of this at that time, though. I was orphaned. Just waiting in an adoption home... I only remember this stuff 'cause of my REAL parents, the ones who finally adopted me over everyone else... Well, they were the ones who gave me a second chance, anyway."
Omi had significantly calmed and began to feel more light just listening to the dark blond.
"Those were the times that I'll always remember. Me, my mom, and dad," Youji smiled and closed his eyes, "... just... all so happy..."
Youji opened his eyes and developed a small frown.
"God's always been out to get me it seems... 'cause that happiness didn't last... It was my thirteenth birthday. That's when everything shattered. I didn't know that that would be... the last birthday I'd ever celebrate with my parents..."
Youji gently rubbed the side of his face then raked his hair stopping.
"I was a late bloomer... if you get what I'm saying. I was going through the middle of what all 'normal' boys do. Becoming a man... Then again, I was about to realize... that I wasn't 'normal'."
Youji finally turned looking at Omi who had a look of curiosity and anxiety. The dark blond slowly began walking towards the direction of Omi's curtain-covered window.
"Getting tall... filling out... voice deepening... all of it happening to my body like a 'normal' teenage boy. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't all that was changing about me..."
Youji just stared down at his cigarette calmly.
"There were times... when I would hear people, millions of them, talking all around me... but they weren't... it was all in my head. I would tell my parents, but they just thought I was having nightmares or something. It was so bad that I would go insane... trying to make them all stop... I could never sleep...
Omi blinked a few times looking down at the bed sheets.
"Then I began seeing and hearing things everyone else couldn't... I seriously thought I was going nuts. I heard people conversing three stories up in their apartments when I walked by busy and noisy streets... and I could clearly see stray cats high up in old abandon warehouse windows at night... It freaked me out that I could smell my mom cooking fish when I would turn the corner into our neighborhood. It was damned strange... feeling all of your senses going wild like that and you couldn't explain it."
Omi looked up at Youji who looked so willing at sharing his past.
"My body was apparently getting stronger, too. When I helped put dishes away, they would break when I barely grasped them. It happened to everything I tried to hold. Even the handle to my dad's truck ripped right off so easily when I hardly pulled... Later, on my skin even seemed to get paler despite how much I liked to go out in the sun. My eyes had caught my mom's attention one time when she said that they looked strangely attractive... she always went into a kind of daze or mesmerization of sorts when she would look into my eyes... like she was hypnotized by them or something..."
Omi tilted his head a bit like trying to test that statement.
"This had been happening before, but... my canine teeth had gotten quite longer and sharper than most... I knew other few people's who were like that, too, but... mine just seemed different that I knew they're weren't natural... They resembled fangs. It really creeped me out, but I didn't want to tell my parents..."
Youji closed his eyes breathing slowly.
"It was only two months until my next birthday, but we were still in the winter annoyance of January... the last month that my parents would ever breath... I had been going through so many pains at that time, both on the out and inside... I had developed a strange burning pain throughout my whole body. It felt like I was on fire, but... even worse. I always felt some carnal-like hunger in my entire body... The urge was so damned painful... I started to believe that maybe, it was just my hormones going insane... Yeah... that's what I was so hoping to believe..."
Omi noticed Youji crushing his cigarette between his fingers harshly.
"A week had passed and I still experienced that body-consuming urge... That raw-clawing hunger that wouldn't leave me alone... It was eleven... eleven at night... when my mom just had to come into my room. She knew I was having so much trouble sleeping those past few days... and... and... when she touched my face... that last kind thing... that she ever did for me..."
Omi saw Youji's eyes shut tighter and could see water forming in them.
"All... All I can remember is seeing her frightened face... That's all I... That I... I will ever remember of her last expression being alive... That terrified look..."
Omi blue eyes widened just slightly.
"... I... I did... I was on the floor in the living room and I could see and smell it all around me... blood... I knew I was sitting in it... it was all over me... that's when I saw... at the bottom of the stairs... my.. dad... he was lying there... his neck was twisted and his arm was just barely attached to the torn and bloody ligaments and tissues of muscle and bone... and there was a hole in his chest... Before I got up... I saw it... his heart... on the floor next to me... like some smashed raisin. I just wanted to vomit right there."
'Youji...?' Omi's lips trembled.
"When I somehow managed to get up the stairs... there was so much blood trailing on the carpet to my room. When I finally walked in the door... all the control I had broke down... I just collapsed on the floor. ...She was on the floor, surrounded by a puddle of blood... my mom's throat had been practically ripped out... Her face... I remember... her face was still in that horrified expression... I still felt, smelt, and saw the blood all over my body. I lifted my hands up... and... I can't believe what... I did."
Omi swallowed so dryly and didn't notice himself sweat slightly.
"I... licked them. I... felt like such a filthy animal when I realized it... I went nauseous when... when I knew... I liked it... so much... That blood... like some kind of monster... the pain was gone... What the hell did it matter then, anyway..."
"Youji..." Omi had forgotten all of his dilenma for that instant, but felt shamefully frightened at the same time.
Youji slowly looked over at Omi with tears uncontrollably streaming down his pale, but composed and serious appearing face with fangs clearly in view that he'd somehow kept hidden until now.
"... I killed them..."
Youji ripped open the curtains trying to control his tears and glared at the bright outside.
"Sometimes I wish," the dark blond smiled slightly and laughed softly, "that I could just burn up in the sun... just to die already."
Omi looked at him intently wanting to say something, but couldn't muster it up at that moment.
"No. That's when I remember that I don't get death as easily as them. Just walking out into the light of day and frying to ashes... No. I don't get it that easy."
"... Why's that...?" Youji turned his head to Omi.
"I'm only half vampire. Basically... I get all of the strengths, but none of the weaknesses. Except," Youji spat it out quickly, "the hunger. The lust for blood. F***ed up deal... but I've had to learn to live with it. I'd never have... any of that happen again."
"What happened after," Omi thought better, "Gomen."
"I... dont' mind. I lived out in streets just getting by... having to live with whatever I was... They'd claimed that the Kudou's had been involved in a mass slaughter and assumed that I had been kidnapped... and most likely dead, also. The police just placed this since my dad had worked with an organization that was working to get Riot out of commission. Back when they were a porn show ring along with other illegal sex-stimulating drugs out in the market. They'd guessed we'd been killed because we were a threat... Never had any idea that it was the bastard son..."
"Youji. From what I'm hearing... it was a complete accident. You couldn't control something you had no idea or intention of doing."
Youji shook his head still feeling resentment and blame.
"Besides that... I meet others... like me and even rogue vampires that roamed Tokyo. They helped me... through a lot of my trauma and new life. They were many of the teachers who taught me everything I needed to know... about myself. I was only fourteen at the time, also. I spent the rest of my years... just lurking in the shadows of the city. I didn't exist anymore as far as I was concerned. I eventually learned how to control every new ability and power that this curse had laid upon me. Even how to deal with my bloodlust much better..."
The chestnut blond boy noticed that Youji's canines had somehow disappeared again, after he'd calmed down.
"I seemed to be in the right place at the right time on occasions... I'd be walking down an alley when thugs were about to either rape a woman or kill one. It seems I've always had some extra responsibility towards women... especially since I'd failed two very important ones in my life before hand... I got the hang of playing the 'hero' for these damsels in distress. Even men at times. I guess that what sort of sparked my yearning to come back into human society after shunning away from it for so long."
Omi began to suspect what the rest of the story would be like.
"I was only eighteen and I hadn't been to school since I never made it to high school, but I was determined to get into college instead... While I was, surprisingly, well off, with the help of fake identification and other various paper work, I decided to join the local police department for a side job. While at the training academy, I met the woman you know all about already. Asuka Murase. After that, I made sure to get through college in only two years. I had mostly educated myself during that four years in a supernatual side of reality... We began our own detective agency... you know something Omi... I've told you everything after that up to my joining Weiss."
Omi's head came back up looking at Youji who was smiling at him. Omi began to wonder if that smile was the ultimate cover up Youji used to hide all of these past regrets, burdens, nightmares, and even present internal pains that the twenty-two year-old had just confessd to him in the past hour. He began to think Youji's wild nights on the town, very likely ending with him in a bed with a woman, were also another way he escaped his past and tried to just forget about... that horrible life he had to live before this "new one". Omi truly pondered just how Youji could dry his tears and look like absolutely nothing uncomfortable, and obviously disturbing to recount, had been spoken.
"I've yapped on about my crappy life long enough. I've still got things to tell ya, kitten." Youji slumped slightly on the open window.
"Hey! You act like I'm supposed to act like everything's as normal as before! I just got attacked by some freak last night, told out of the blue that I'm some kind of Slayer, and just heard the traumatic story of my friend, who also happens to be some half vampire thing, AND tells me he's my Watcher? What ever the hell all of that is about!" Omi had jumped off the bed, despite his previous thoughts, was completely confused and agitated.
"I already explained what a Slayer is, kid! Kill vampires and demons, keep the peace, basically."
"How do you know I'm even cut out to be a Slayer and how, in the first place, would you know that I am even one?"
"Omi. Please do NOT tell me that you are not cut out to be a Slayer. I mean, damn! What do you think you're doing with Weiss? Not just flower peddling, obviously," Youji just gave the boy a shrug, "and I knew you were one, 'cause I've got connections that hinted that I was destined to be the Watcher of the Slayer that would appear in Tokyo VERY soon."
Omi's lips just twitched wondering what Youji was getting to.
"Looks like fate dealed you the Wild Card." Youji smiled a little.
"Oh, and just what is a Watcher?" Omi questioned a bit in sarcastic enthusiasm.
"I've gotta guide you through the bizarre and surreal world of the supernatural. I've lived in, still dive into, and even AM part of it."
"... Then how will I even be able to take on the stuff?"
"A lot of silver weaponry. Bullets, knives, etc... Well, if you'd like to keep your style of fighting, than go with silver arrowheads, dart needles, maybe even some throwing knives. Those poison darts won't do anything for you against what you'll be facing. Still, I'd highly recommend you get a gun and I know for a fact that you know how to use one."
Omi leaned closer listening.
"Don't bother with crosses, holy water, garlic, or any of that crap. It's all Hollywood and Dracula based non-sense. Vampires roast in sunlight, but that's difficult to make happen. They're fast shits too, but you're actually quick enough to keep them in check. You've gotten powers that are reserved to be inherited by Slayers, also, but you'll have to discover what they are on your own."
Omi slid off the bed finally.
"Anything else I should now 'cause, to be honest, I'd rather just find this out as I go along."
"Don't worry if they get to your neck."
Omi blinked at Youji's comment.
"... What?"
"If one tries to drink your blood, heh... well, let's just say I'd hate to be the vampire with its teeth in your throat." Youji smiled when he finished heading for the door of the room.
Omi barely remembered then what he had wanted to ask.
"Youji!"
Youji's dark forest green eyes stared back at the younger boy.
"About your... fangs. Why do they appear... and how have you been able to keep this from people?"
"Mental illusion."
"Really...?"
"Yeah. Can't see 'em now can you? They're there, though. They never 'disappear'."
Omi jumped a little when all of a sudden Youji's elongated canines appeared in his small smile.
"I stopped messing with your mind, so you can see 'em now."
"So it's just a trick of the mind...?"
"Basically. I'm just manipulating your brain to think that normal teeth are there. When I drop it, you can see fangs. Not like the movie vampires you see, who 'extend' their fangs or whatever. These ones are present twenty-four seven. That's the secret to the magically 'disappearing' fangs."
Youji finally went out the door quite lazily, leaving a dazed Omi in way deep thought.
'Looks like I have to squeeze in YET another obligation onto my schedule... and I forgot about that math exam tomorrow...' Omi made a exhausted and annoyed pout not wanting to linger on his later turmoils.
***
Youji exited Omi's room happily in thought and in serious contemplation at once.
'... Despite, everything, I kinda wonder who the Kee-' The dark blond closed his eyes as he tilted his head causing his shades to fall over his face.
Youji felt the presence of an eaves-dropper leaning against the wall right outside Omi's door. When he spun around, he came face to face with one of the people he'd hoped not to be there.
"Aya-kun?"
As stated, Aya was casting an intense look upon Youji in the darker area of the hallway. The twenty-two year-old smiled weakly in a slightly nervous expression.
"... So... How much did you hear?"
Aya faced Youji folding his arms across his chest.
"Enough."
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(Author's notes: I was just trying to finish this already! Well, Aya's gonna get more deeply involved soon. I, actually, hadn't meant for Youji to spill out is entire life story, but I realize that it's out of the way now. The next chapter will focus on Ken who will get into the mess and he'll have another lost "false" love brooding-type of scenario. It'll be pretty interesting. To be continued.)