"What does the face of a dying person look like?" I asked Omi while I stroked his face.
He looked at me strangely and shrugged. I suppose that he didn't believe that I had never looked at a dying person's face. Well, I hadn't. I'd killed plenty of people, but never once had I bothered to look at their faces. I was curious as to what someone about to meet death would look like.
"It's...hard to describe," he replied after a long moment's pause.
"Oh."
We were both assassins. I told Omi once that he was a murderer and he shook his head. He then told me after that that he had far more respect for murderers than for assassins.
"Murders do it for passion... Assassins do it because they're told to," he told me.
I suppose he was right. Assassins are just brainless vessels for others to use. I was a tool, and a good one at that. Omi was one too. We were both younger than the others were, that was why we must have gotten along so well together. Well, that and the fact Omi's the most beautiful of people.
I thought for a moment. Omi had been with us for about a week, and from what Crawford said, Weiss was still searching for him. Of course, no one told Omi that. He was to remain an ignorant, beautiful, healer.
I guess I was pretty out of touch with what Crawford was planning as well. He would smirk at Omi whenever he saw him. I shivered when this happened. I could only imagine what he had planned for my Death Angel.
I can shamefully admit that I had seduced the angel many times in that week. At first I was timid and weary, though I eventually became more...dominant. Omi didn't seem to mind this at all. He gave me the truest of smiles when I was above him, and I gave him the only smile I had, one that hardly anyone could see.
"Mayfly...?" Omi asked me as he tilted his head to the side.
My Death Angel had also picked up the habit of calling me a Mayfly. I wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing still, but I decided it didn't matter. Sure, he was referring to me as a bug... I suppose I can't really complain since I referred to him as a death angel...
"Yeah?" I asked as I snuggled in against the older boy's chest.
"Do they...miss me?"
I knew he'd ask me that eventually. It was pointless to attempt to avoid the question since he'd just end up asking it again later. I didn't want to lie to him but...if I told him the truth then he might leave me.
"No," I muttered with a sigh.
Omi would be mine forever. Until the day I died he would belong to me... I still hadn't informed him of Schwarz's arrangement...that is, me "owning" him. Having Omi was sort of like what having a puppy would be like. I fed him, I played with him, and I definitely bathed him.
"Alright... I'm glad I have you, Mayfly..." Omi murmured while he brushed my hair with his fingers.
"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked him, slightly distressed.
"Tell me, if I were to know they missed me do you really think I'd go back?"
"..."
How was I supposed to answer that? I knew he'd go back. They were his friends, weren't they? They had never captured him and forced him to stay with them... Yes, he'd leave me in a second if he could. He couldn't though; he was trapped in my room. He could only be released when I let him, though he didn't know that.
"Good night, Mayfly..." Omi whispered as he put his head on top of mine in order to sleep.
"Omi..."
"Just say goodnight too, Nagi, please?" Omi begged.
I nodded and complied. "Good night, Omi..."
He looked at me strangely and shrugged. I suppose that he didn't believe that I had never looked at a dying person's face. Well, I hadn't. I'd killed plenty of people, but never once had I bothered to look at their faces. I was curious as to what someone about to meet death would look like.
"It's...hard to describe," he replied after a long moment's pause.
"Oh."
We were both assassins. I told Omi once that he was a murderer and he shook his head. He then told me after that that he had far more respect for murderers than for assassins.
"Murders do it for passion... Assassins do it because they're told to," he told me.
I suppose he was right. Assassins are just brainless vessels for others to use. I was a tool, and a good one at that. Omi was one too. We were both younger than the others were, that was why we must have gotten along so well together. Well, that and the fact Omi's the most beautiful of people.
I thought for a moment. Omi had been with us for about a week, and from what Crawford said, Weiss was still searching for him. Of course, no one told Omi that. He was to remain an ignorant, beautiful, healer.
I guess I was pretty out of touch with what Crawford was planning as well. He would smirk at Omi whenever he saw him. I shivered when this happened. I could only imagine what he had planned for my Death Angel.
I can shamefully admit that I had seduced the angel many times in that week. At first I was timid and weary, though I eventually became more...dominant. Omi didn't seem to mind this at all. He gave me the truest of smiles when I was above him, and I gave him the only smile I had, one that hardly anyone could see.
"Mayfly...?" Omi asked me as he tilted his head to the side.
My Death Angel had also picked up the habit of calling me a Mayfly. I wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing still, but I decided it didn't matter. Sure, he was referring to me as a bug... I suppose I can't really complain since I referred to him as a death angel...
"Yeah?" I asked as I snuggled in against the older boy's chest.
"Do they...miss me?"
I knew he'd ask me that eventually. It was pointless to attempt to avoid the question since he'd just end up asking it again later. I didn't want to lie to him but...if I told him the truth then he might leave me.
"No," I muttered with a sigh.
Omi would be mine forever. Until the day I died he would belong to me... I still hadn't informed him of Schwarz's arrangement...that is, me "owning" him. Having Omi was sort of like what having a puppy would be like. I fed him, I played with him, and I definitely bathed him.
"Alright... I'm glad I have you, Mayfly..." Omi murmured while he brushed my hair with his fingers.
"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked him, slightly distressed.
"Tell me, if I were to know they missed me do you really think I'd go back?"
"..."
How was I supposed to answer that? I knew he'd go back. They were his friends, weren't they? They had never captured him and forced him to stay with them... Yes, he'd leave me in a second if he could. He couldn't though; he was trapped in my room. He could only be released when I let him, though he didn't know that.
"Good night, Mayfly..." Omi whispered as he put his head on top of mine in order to sleep.
"Omi..."
"Just say goodnight too, Nagi, please?" Omi begged.
I nodded and complied. "Good night, Omi..."