Notes: Almost forgot ^^;;; Thank you for reviewing, klyukaizer
"Nagi," I heard the voice of our bothersome leader call.
I didn't mind it or anything, but the tone he used was not one I wanted to hear when I first arrived home. It was the same one he used whenever something had gone just the way he wanted it to.
"Crawford," I replied in a flat, emotionless tone.
"We need to put the boy through some...conditioning," he said after a long pause.
"Oh," I murmured as I stepped around the man in order to reach my room.
"He's insane, you know. Schuldig took a little look inside his head. He needs to be trained, Nagi."
Great, they were sending people inside his head. That was such a kind thing for them to do. Stupid bastards were always in my way. Now they were going to mess with Omi's head?
"Do as you please," I snapped as I opened my door and walked in through the invisible shield. "You always do anyway," I added as a reluctant after thought.
I was a coward. I knew very well that he wouldn't be able to hear me when I was in my room. Schuldig would, though. Not that that really mattered either. As long as I didn't mess with their plans, none of my actions were of any importance.
"Omi?" I asked as I blinked when I turned on the lights with a quick glance.
Omi was sitting on my bed humming as he rocked back and forth. I noticed that my sheets had random drops of blood on them. I turned back to examine Omi further only to see that his fingers were bleeding and his fingernails cracked. When I turned back to look around the room again I saw little drops of blood around the door area and in front of the air vent.
He had tried to leave me.
"Omi...are you alright?" I asked him softly as I sat beside him.
He didn't seem to hear me, or at least he didn't take any actions to show that he did. He just continued rocking back and forth gradually biting down onto his knee harder, drawing more blood.
"Hey Omi," I said again putting my hand on his shoulder.
He flinched and stared up at me. For a moment he didn't say anything. Then he put his arms around my neck and buried his face in my chest. I wasn't very sure what to do when I started hearing the faint sobs coming from the teen. I hesitated for a moment before I put my arms loosely around his waist.
"I didn't want them to come," Omi murmured. "I wanted Papa to pay..."
"Shh, quiet, okay?" I whispered and began to rub my hands against his back.
"Nagi... You won't let the men with guns hurt me, will you?" he asked me as he rubbed up against me.
He was weak. Omi was so very weak. His voice was trembling as he spoke. He didn't even seem very sure of himself. Maybe it was wrong of me to keep him here...but he would have left me. He can't leave me. It's unacceptable.
"No, Omi, I won't let them hurt you," I replied while gently placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Nagi," I heard the voice of our bothersome leader call.
I didn't mind it or anything, but the tone he used was not one I wanted to hear when I first arrived home. It was the same one he used whenever something had gone just the way he wanted it to.
"Crawford," I replied in a flat, emotionless tone.
"We need to put the boy through some...conditioning," he said after a long pause.
"Oh," I murmured as I stepped around the man in order to reach my room.
"He's insane, you know. Schuldig took a little look inside his head. He needs to be trained, Nagi."
Great, they were sending people inside his head. That was such a kind thing for them to do. Stupid bastards were always in my way. Now they were going to mess with Omi's head?
"Do as you please," I snapped as I opened my door and walked in through the invisible shield. "You always do anyway," I added as a reluctant after thought.
I was a coward. I knew very well that he wouldn't be able to hear me when I was in my room. Schuldig would, though. Not that that really mattered either. As long as I didn't mess with their plans, none of my actions were of any importance.
"Omi?" I asked as I blinked when I turned on the lights with a quick glance.
Omi was sitting on my bed humming as he rocked back and forth. I noticed that my sheets had random drops of blood on them. I turned back to examine Omi further only to see that his fingers were bleeding and his fingernails cracked. When I turned back to look around the room again I saw little drops of blood around the door area and in front of the air vent.
He had tried to leave me.
"Omi...are you alright?" I asked him softly as I sat beside him.
He didn't seem to hear me, or at least he didn't take any actions to show that he did. He just continued rocking back and forth gradually biting down onto his knee harder, drawing more blood.
"Hey Omi," I said again putting my hand on his shoulder.
He flinched and stared up at me. For a moment he didn't say anything. Then he put his arms around my neck and buried his face in my chest. I wasn't very sure what to do when I started hearing the faint sobs coming from the teen. I hesitated for a moment before I put my arms loosely around his waist.
"I didn't want them to come," Omi murmured. "I wanted Papa to pay..."
"Shh, quiet, okay?" I whispered and began to rub my hands against his back.
"Nagi... You won't let the men with guns hurt me, will you?" he asked me as he rubbed up against me.
He was weak. Omi was so very weak. His voice was trembling as he spoke. He didn't even seem very sure of himself. Maybe it was wrong of me to keep him here...but he would have left me. He can't leave me. It's unacceptable.
"No, Omi, I won't let them hurt you," I replied while gently placing a kiss on his cheek.