I woke up some time later. Most likely it was morning. In my room I didn't have any windows since it had often caused a reflection on my computer screen that I found too bothersome to tolerate.
I leaned over Omi and noticed that the part of the comforter that was placed above his shoulder was stained a deep red with blood. I sighed and remembered that I had promised to hurt Crawford the day before. Now it didn't seem like such a great idea.
I shook my head and stared up at the ramen that was still sitting on my nightstand. The older boy hadn't been able to eat the ramen still. By now it would taste disgusting so I would inevitably have to dispose of it.
I heard Omi moan softly and look up at me with a slight look of pain in the expression of his eyes, though his mouth proceeded to smile. Forced happiness was among the ugliest things that one could put upon their face. It was so obvious as well.
I placed my hands on his face and then onto his lips. I wanted his smile to become real. How could I do such a thing? I didn't deserve to have a Weiss in my room, in my bed, in my arms. What the hell could a Schwarz do to a Weiss besides break them?
Of course, I suppose that is the point. What Crawford desires is for Omi to become one of us. So then they wanted me to be the one to break him completely? Too bad for them I thought he was pretty. It's pointless to try and break something one admires so with out there being any reason for such a thing other than the satisfaction of another.
At that moment, Omi's smile became real and his eyes relaxed. He appeared even more beautiful than before. However, Omi still looked angelic when he was forcing himself to appear happy, but now...
"Angel kitten," I said with amusement as I smiled lightly.
"Hmm?" Omi asked me sleepily.
"Nothing," I replied.
He rubbed his eyes and looked over at his shoulder, to see if it was still bleeding. He wasn't, of course, but his skin was scarred over already. Not even a scab was visible. It was amazing... The wound had been rather deep before, I suppose, though it wasn't visible but it never went all the way through. I reached out to touch his shoulder, though he flinched.
"Is something wrong?" I asked him softly as I moved away.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm just not used to you not attacking me..." Omi replied.
"It's alright," I whispered, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "It's weird to have a person in my bed."
"I suppose it would be... I'm glad I'm the person in the bed instead."
"Oh? You don't find it discomforting that I could rape you at any time I wanted? It's not like you'd be able to escape me if I wanted to..." I murmured with a frown.
"If you wanted to...but...you don't."
"..."
Omi smiled brightly and continued to stare at me, as though he were analyzing me. He lifted himself up on his elbows and stared intently at me. He then leaned forward and gave me a short kiss before he stood up. I blinked.
"Omi?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I need to change, don't I? Otherwise the room will develop a strange odor..."
I blushed slightly at the thought of Omi unclothed. Omi tilted his head slightly and then smiled again.
"You are slightly disturbed, aren't you?" he asked me softly. I blinked. "It's that...I can see into your head a bit and...well..."
He became slightly red as well. He lowered his hand a bit and muttered something about having a headache before he sat on the floor impatiently.
"You're a mind healer apparently as well; that's why you can get in. The more disturbed someone is the deeper you can go. I suppose you should avoid insane asylums," I informed him.
Omi smiled slightly before he said, "You're apathetic, Nagi."
"Better than empathetic," I replied bluntly with a shrug.
I stared at him wondering why he hadn't gone to change yet. Then I realized he hadn't a thing to change into... Oops? I walked to my blank closet and pulled out the first things I could. The boy was slightly taller so I tried to grab larger clothing.
I handed over to Omi a large blank white sweatshirt and khaki cargo pants. At least it was better than giving him my uniform? Though he would have looked rather well in it... The guy could most likely wear whatever he wanted and still look good.
"Here," I muttered, handing the clothes to him.
"Thanks," he replied. "Umm...where should I change?"
Right here...? Eh, well at least I avoided the urge to say such a thing. Instead I told him I could take him to the bathroom, where he could shower as well. He was still slightly bloody since he went to sleep with his arm bleeding.
So I led him to the bathroom while I removed and then replaced the shield around my room. I sat in front of the door in order to be sure that Schuldig wouldn't make a pass on the boy. When that guy wants something he won't let something such as a lock interrupt him from receiving what he desires. When I didn't hear the shower water for a long time I decided to see if he was having a problem with something.
I turned the lock on the door by giving it a quick glance before I opened the door and entered. It wasn't the brightest idea I had ever had. I felt my face become warm. In front of me was a very naked and very beautiful Omi.
Omi turned to look at who had interrupted him from staring at the shower facet. When he saw it was I his face became red as well and he picked up his slightly bloody shirt off the floor to cover himself.
I shook my head and tried to focus. It was unbelievably hard to think with Omi standing in front of me in an extremely vulnerable position. I had finally remembered why I had entered the bathroom in the first place.
"Nagi...?" Omi asked as he stared at me.
"Sorry Omi," I started, "but why haven't you turned on the water yet...?"
"I...couldn't turn on the water," Omi said, embarrassed.
From what I heard the guy could hack into almost anything and yet he had no ability to turn on the water? It made some sense, since every facet is different. Though it was still quite amusing.
I new a strange smile must have appeared on my lips by the questioning look Omi gave me. Well, it would make sense for such a look to appear on my face due to the fact that I was thinking about bathing Omi. Why shouldn't I just do it?
"Here, I'll help. Get into the bathtub, okay?" I told him.
He gave me a rather baffled look before he did as I ordered. When he was sitting I turned on the water, added bubbles, and waited for it rise to a satisfactory level. When that had been accomplished I undressed quickly and slipped into the water next to him.
He just continued to stare at me with that moronically cute look. I half smiled at him. I suppose there's no time like the present to get what you want so... I leaned over Omi and pinned him against the wall. He looked so pathetically innocent, beautiful.
Of course, this wasn't to last. Why should it? Me being able to get my way with Omi is only a dream. I could hear the scrapping of a sharp object against the lock. Farfello must have wanted in pretty bad to resort to picking the lock.
When he opened the door he stared at Omi and I for a moment, shook his head, and walked out. When he left Omi had begun shaking in the corner he was pinned in. I put my hands on his shoulders in hopes that it would calm him some, but he seemed too distant.
"Omi...?"
He fainted in front of me. I sighed. I hated the people I worked with to the point where it was painful. They were all sadistic bastards...
I leaned over Omi and noticed that the part of the comforter that was placed above his shoulder was stained a deep red with blood. I sighed and remembered that I had promised to hurt Crawford the day before. Now it didn't seem like such a great idea.
I shook my head and stared up at the ramen that was still sitting on my nightstand. The older boy hadn't been able to eat the ramen still. By now it would taste disgusting so I would inevitably have to dispose of it.
I heard Omi moan softly and look up at me with a slight look of pain in the expression of his eyes, though his mouth proceeded to smile. Forced happiness was among the ugliest things that one could put upon their face. It was so obvious as well.
I placed my hands on his face and then onto his lips. I wanted his smile to become real. How could I do such a thing? I didn't deserve to have a Weiss in my room, in my bed, in my arms. What the hell could a Schwarz do to a Weiss besides break them?
Of course, I suppose that is the point. What Crawford desires is for Omi to become one of us. So then they wanted me to be the one to break him completely? Too bad for them I thought he was pretty. It's pointless to try and break something one admires so with out there being any reason for such a thing other than the satisfaction of another.
At that moment, Omi's smile became real and his eyes relaxed. He appeared even more beautiful than before. However, Omi still looked angelic when he was forcing himself to appear happy, but now...
"Angel kitten," I said with amusement as I smiled lightly.
"Hmm?" Omi asked me sleepily.
"Nothing," I replied.
He rubbed his eyes and looked over at his shoulder, to see if it was still bleeding. He wasn't, of course, but his skin was scarred over already. Not even a scab was visible. It was amazing... The wound had been rather deep before, I suppose, though it wasn't visible but it never went all the way through. I reached out to touch his shoulder, though he flinched.
"Is something wrong?" I asked him softly as I moved away.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm just not used to you not attacking me..." Omi replied.
"It's alright," I whispered, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "It's weird to have a person in my bed."
"I suppose it would be... I'm glad I'm the person in the bed instead."
"Oh? You don't find it discomforting that I could rape you at any time I wanted? It's not like you'd be able to escape me if I wanted to..." I murmured with a frown.
"If you wanted to...but...you don't."
"..."
Omi smiled brightly and continued to stare at me, as though he were analyzing me. He lifted himself up on his elbows and stared intently at me. He then leaned forward and gave me a short kiss before he stood up. I blinked.
"Omi?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I need to change, don't I? Otherwise the room will develop a strange odor..."
I blushed slightly at the thought of Omi unclothed. Omi tilted his head slightly and then smiled again.
"You are slightly disturbed, aren't you?" he asked me softly. I blinked. "It's that...I can see into your head a bit and...well..."
He became slightly red as well. He lowered his hand a bit and muttered something about having a headache before he sat on the floor impatiently.
"You're a mind healer apparently as well; that's why you can get in. The more disturbed someone is the deeper you can go. I suppose you should avoid insane asylums," I informed him.
Omi smiled slightly before he said, "You're apathetic, Nagi."
"Better than empathetic," I replied bluntly with a shrug.
I stared at him wondering why he hadn't gone to change yet. Then I realized he hadn't a thing to change into... Oops? I walked to my blank closet and pulled out the first things I could. The boy was slightly taller so I tried to grab larger clothing.
I handed over to Omi a large blank white sweatshirt and khaki cargo pants. At least it was better than giving him my uniform? Though he would have looked rather well in it... The guy could most likely wear whatever he wanted and still look good.
"Here," I muttered, handing the clothes to him.
"Thanks," he replied. "Umm...where should I change?"
Right here...? Eh, well at least I avoided the urge to say such a thing. Instead I told him I could take him to the bathroom, where he could shower as well. He was still slightly bloody since he went to sleep with his arm bleeding.
So I led him to the bathroom while I removed and then replaced the shield around my room. I sat in front of the door in order to be sure that Schuldig wouldn't make a pass on the boy. When that guy wants something he won't let something such as a lock interrupt him from receiving what he desires. When I didn't hear the shower water for a long time I decided to see if he was having a problem with something.
I turned the lock on the door by giving it a quick glance before I opened the door and entered. It wasn't the brightest idea I had ever had. I felt my face become warm. In front of me was a very naked and very beautiful Omi.
Omi turned to look at who had interrupted him from staring at the shower facet. When he saw it was I his face became red as well and he picked up his slightly bloody shirt off the floor to cover himself.
I shook my head and tried to focus. It was unbelievably hard to think with Omi standing in front of me in an extremely vulnerable position. I had finally remembered why I had entered the bathroom in the first place.
"Nagi...?" Omi asked as he stared at me.
"Sorry Omi," I started, "but why haven't you turned on the water yet...?"
"I...couldn't turn on the water," Omi said, embarrassed.
From what I heard the guy could hack into almost anything and yet he had no ability to turn on the water? It made some sense, since every facet is different. Though it was still quite amusing.
I new a strange smile must have appeared on my lips by the questioning look Omi gave me. Well, it would make sense for such a look to appear on my face due to the fact that I was thinking about bathing Omi. Why shouldn't I just do it?
"Here, I'll help. Get into the bathtub, okay?" I told him.
He gave me a rather baffled look before he did as I ordered. When he was sitting I turned on the water, added bubbles, and waited for it rise to a satisfactory level. When that had been accomplished I undressed quickly and slipped into the water next to him.
He just continued to stare at me with that moronically cute look. I half smiled at him. I suppose there's no time like the present to get what you want so... I leaned over Omi and pinned him against the wall. He looked so pathetically innocent, beautiful.
Of course, this wasn't to last. Why should it? Me being able to get my way with Omi is only a dream. I could hear the scrapping of a sharp object against the lock. Farfello must have wanted in pretty bad to resort to picking the lock.
When he opened the door he stared at Omi and I for a moment, shook his head, and walked out. When he left Omi had begun shaking in the corner he was pinned in. I put my hands on his shoulders in hopes that it would calm him some, but he seemed too distant.
"Omi...?"
He fainted in front of me. I sighed. I hated the people I worked with to the point where it was painful. They were all sadistic bastards...