Notes: Yet another part... I was just scanning this and it's...weird ^^;;; Oh well, hope you like it o.O;;;
We were walking back. Actually, more so I was walking back while carrying a half-alive shell with me. Crawford had had someone from Esset come and fuck Omi up in order to get the boy to be able to use his powers.
I wondered briefly how much of importance Omi was to Schwarz. It was useless to waste breath on such a matter to Crawford. He'd just raise his head in a superior manner and state that some people weren't meant to know. When he said that, he usually meant everyone but himself.
Besides, I knew no matter what they intended to do with the older boy, I would still stay in Schwarz. Schwarz was the only reason I wasn't being ganged raped on the streets by people who thought I was "pretty". I had become masochistically attached to it. Less so attached and more so accustomed.
I walked into my room and gently placed Omi upon my bed. That moron Crawford would pay for not warning Omi before the man hurt him so badly. Well, it didn't seem as though Omi was awake for much of the pain. Once the guy smirked at him and started raking through his mind Omi seemed to be out. I caught him using my telekinesis automatically. I wasn't about to let him touch the library floor. What if the people who had cleaned the blood off it missed some?
I stared at Omi for a moment trying to think of what I could do to help him. When nothing came to mind I sighed and looked at the ramen on my nightstand that was still uneaten. He hadn't had enough time to eat any...
I shrugged off the thought and slid next to Omi in my bed. If he were to wake up I knew that I would surly blush the most I had ever in my life, but if he didn't at least I would be able to sleep as well.
Yeah, right, sleep. That's what I was intending to do. All I had to do was stop being distracted by the boy's pretty face. I bet that if he had been on the streets he would have been molested twice as much as I had been. Someone could even confuse him for a girl if they weren't sure. Of course, Schuldig said the same thing about me often.
I placed my head on his shoulder and gently breathed on him. I could feel as his chest rose and fell. It was nice being this close to someone who wouldn't hurt me. I hadn't done this since...ever. Strange...
'Is the child afraid?' I heard Schuldig transmit to me while laughing in his mind.
'Hn. Why would I be afraid?' I thought back, closing my eyes.
'The pretty one might not be so glad to hear that you're his babysitter from now on.'
I could tell that wherever the slut was, he was most likely smirking as he always did. I just shook my head and ignored him. He was not going to interrupt me again. It was purely intolerable. Of course, this time I wasn't on top of him but...still, I didn't want to miss a moment.
"Nagi...?" I heard a voice whisper, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Do you feel alright, Omi? I mean...does it hurt...? Are you able to control it alright...?" I asked him softly.
"I...think so... I don't hurt at all...just a headache," Omi replied, rubbing his temples.
I showed him a microscopic smile as I leaned forward and put my fingers on his temples instead. He just closed his eyes again and looked like he was trying very hard to relax, though failing pretty horridly.
'Crawford said he wanted you to let him in when he came to your room; he wants to test your pet,' I heard Schuldig murmur in my head while sounding pretty bored mentally. Apparently he had been lacking his favorite honey thoughts.
He once said a while ago that thoughts taste like honey, yet he seemed to change his mind at one point. Maybe it was after he got into Farfello's head that he decided everyone tasted different. Farfello tasted like some strong alcohol, I was like bitter chocolate, and he couldn't quite decide on Crawford. Many times he had said that Crawford didn't have a flavor, just a stick up his ass. That was mainly only when they were both in bad moods.
'What's Omi's flavor?' I asked him lazily as I began to play with Omi's soft hair.
'He's the sweetest of honey,' Schuldig replied to mentally. 'The second you decide you don't like him anymore, I'll be sure to eat him for you.'
Was that supposed to be a comforting thought? With Schuldig it was pretty much impossible to tell the difference between his sarcasm and his kindness, if there was any.
Everyone had some soft spot... Unfortunately, mine was lying in my bed. I'd be more than willing to attempt to take advantage of this situation if it weren't for the fact that Crawford would be there soon.
I watched Crawford open my door. Oops, I forgot to put the shield back around my room. He was holding his gun and aimed for my shoulder, shot me there, and watched me bleed.
What the hell was he doing? I grabbed onto my arm and cringed after sitting up in my bed. I had an extremely low pain tolerance and a bullet through the arm wasn't the best thing that had happened to me that day.
"Tsukiyono, heal him," Crawford muttered as he lowered the gun and pushed the glasses up with his index finger.
Omi blinked. It was more than obvious that he wasn't exactly sure how. He timidly stared at Crawford for a second and then put his hands on the area where I had been shot.
It felt different. It didn't hurt or anything, but I could feel the cells growing back and healing the wound, making it appear as though I had never been shot except the small hole in my clothing. I stared blankly at Crawford for a moment who only smiled smugly before he left.
I wondered why he had bothered shooting me if he was probably most likely able to tell what would happen anyway. He was our resident oracle, anyway. You'd think that he would be able to keep up with the obvious.
Omi seemed to be cringing for a moment when he grabbed tightly onto his own left shoulder, the same shoulder I had been shot in. I looked for a moment and noticed blood was dripping down between his fingers slowly, as though he had been the one shot. I looked to see if there was a hole but there was just his pain, a deep cut and his blood. So did that mean that he acquired the pains that he healed? Partially, anyway, since he didn't have a hole going through him.
"Omi...! Are you alright?" I asked him as I touched the blood with my fingers. He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry..."
"Did you...give it to me?" Omi asked with an almost silent sniffle.
Did I give it to him? Did he some how think that I played a large roll in this...? My poor little Omi, so unknowing. I was just a dog of Esset's.
"No...we only awakened it..." I replied.
"Then...I was born with it?" It was my turn to nod at him. "Why...?"
I put my finger to his lips and proceeded to wrap his bleeding arm. Hole or no hole, there was still a cut and I wasn't sure if it was capable of getting infected. I ripped off an edge of my sheet and began to wrap Omi's left arm. He murmured a whisper of thanks.
"Now, go back to sleep, we'll speak in the morning," I told him as he and I both lay down together.
"Yes, Nagi," Omi replied as though he were a scorned child.
I sighed. That wasn't how I desired to sound, but I suppose it didn't matter now. I would talk to him in the morning, not now. He must have still been tired and needed rest. Rest, I would grant him.
We were walking back. Actually, more so I was walking back while carrying a half-alive shell with me. Crawford had had someone from Esset come and fuck Omi up in order to get the boy to be able to use his powers.
I wondered briefly how much of importance Omi was to Schwarz. It was useless to waste breath on such a matter to Crawford. He'd just raise his head in a superior manner and state that some people weren't meant to know. When he said that, he usually meant everyone but himself.
Besides, I knew no matter what they intended to do with the older boy, I would still stay in Schwarz. Schwarz was the only reason I wasn't being ganged raped on the streets by people who thought I was "pretty". I had become masochistically attached to it. Less so attached and more so accustomed.
I walked into my room and gently placed Omi upon my bed. That moron Crawford would pay for not warning Omi before the man hurt him so badly. Well, it didn't seem as though Omi was awake for much of the pain. Once the guy smirked at him and started raking through his mind Omi seemed to be out. I caught him using my telekinesis automatically. I wasn't about to let him touch the library floor. What if the people who had cleaned the blood off it missed some?
I stared at Omi for a moment trying to think of what I could do to help him. When nothing came to mind I sighed and looked at the ramen on my nightstand that was still uneaten. He hadn't had enough time to eat any...
I shrugged off the thought and slid next to Omi in my bed. If he were to wake up I knew that I would surly blush the most I had ever in my life, but if he didn't at least I would be able to sleep as well.
Yeah, right, sleep. That's what I was intending to do. All I had to do was stop being distracted by the boy's pretty face. I bet that if he had been on the streets he would have been molested twice as much as I had been. Someone could even confuse him for a girl if they weren't sure. Of course, Schuldig said the same thing about me often.
I placed my head on his shoulder and gently breathed on him. I could feel as his chest rose and fell. It was nice being this close to someone who wouldn't hurt me. I hadn't done this since...ever. Strange...
'Is the child afraid?' I heard Schuldig transmit to me while laughing in his mind.
'Hn. Why would I be afraid?' I thought back, closing my eyes.
'The pretty one might not be so glad to hear that you're his babysitter from now on.'
I could tell that wherever the slut was, he was most likely smirking as he always did. I just shook my head and ignored him. He was not going to interrupt me again. It was purely intolerable. Of course, this time I wasn't on top of him but...still, I didn't want to miss a moment.
"Nagi...?" I heard a voice whisper, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Do you feel alright, Omi? I mean...does it hurt...? Are you able to control it alright...?" I asked him softly.
"I...think so... I don't hurt at all...just a headache," Omi replied, rubbing his temples.
I showed him a microscopic smile as I leaned forward and put my fingers on his temples instead. He just closed his eyes again and looked like he was trying very hard to relax, though failing pretty horridly.
'Crawford said he wanted you to let him in when he came to your room; he wants to test your pet,' I heard Schuldig murmur in my head while sounding pretty bored mentally. Apparently he had been lacking his favorite honey thoughts.
He once said a while ago that thoughts taste like honey, yet he seemed to change his mind at one point. Maybe it was after he got into Farfello's head that he decided everyone tasted different. Farfello tasted like some strong alcohol, I was like bitter chocolate, and he couldn't quite decide on Crawford. Many times he had said that Crawford didn't have a flavor, just a stick up his ass. That was mainly only when they were both in bad moods.
'What's Omi's flavor?' I asked him lazily as I began to play with Omi's soft hair.
'He's the sweetest of honey,' Schuldig replied to mentally. 'The second you decide you don't like him anymore, I'll be sure to eat him for you.'
Was that supposed to be a comforting thought? With Schuldig it was pretty much impossible to tell the difference between his sarcasm and his kindness, if there was any.
Everyone had some soft spot... Unfortunately, mine was lying in my bed. I'd be more than willing to attempt to take advantage of this situation if it weren't for the fact that Crawford would be there soon.
I watched Crawford open my door. Oops, I forgot to put the shield back around my room. He was holding his gun and aimed for my shoulder, shot me there, and watched me bleed.
What the hell was he doing? I grabbed onto my arm and cringed after sitting up in my bed. I had an extremely low pain tolerance and a bullet through the arm wasn't the best thing that had happened to me that day.
"Tsukiyono, heal him," Crawford muttered as he lowered the gun and pushed the glasses up with his index finger.
Omi blinked. It was more than obvious that he wasn't exactly sure how. He timidly stared at Crawford for a second and then put his hands on the area where I had been shot.
It felt different. It didn't hurt or anything, but I could feel the cells growing back and healing the wound, making it appear as though I had never been shot except the small hole in my clothing. I stared blankly at Crawford for a moment who only smiled smugly before he left.
I wondered why he had bothered shooting me if he was probably most likely able to tell what would happen anyway. He was our resident oracle, anyway. You'd think that he would be able to keep up with the obvious.
Omi seemed to be cringing for a moment when he grabbed tightly onto his own left shoulder, the same shoulder I had been shot in. I looked for a moment and noticed blood was dripping down between his fingers slowly, as though he had been the one shot. I looked to see if there was a hole but there was just his pain, a deep cut and his blood. So did that mean that he acquired the pains that he healed? Partially, anyway, since he didn't have a hole going through him.
"Omi...! Are you alright?" I asked him as I touched the blood with my fingers. He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry..."
"Did you...give it to me?" Omi asked with an almost silent sniffle.
Did I give it to him? Did he some how think that I played a large roll in this...? My poor little Omi, so unknowing. I was just a dog of Esset's.
"No...we only awakened it..." I replied.
"Then...I was born with it?" It was my turn to nod at him. "Why...?"
I put my finger to his lips and proceeded to wrap his bleeding arm. Hole or no hole, there was still a cut and I wasn't sure if it was capable of getting infected. I ripped off an edge of my sheet and began to wrap Omi's left arm. He murmured a whisper of thanks.
"Now, go back to sleep, we'll speak in the morning," I told him as he and I both lay down together.
"Yes, Nagi," Omi replied as though he were a scorned child.
I sighed. That wasn't how I desired to sound, but I suppose it didn't matter now. I would talk to him in the morning, not now. He must have still been tired and needed rest. Rest, I would grant him.