Notes: Hot chocolate o.O;;; Hmm...snow too... I think this was during the time last year when I actually had snow! It was so cool XD o.O;;; Wow...I wrote this...like a year ago o.O;;;;
Their leader had pinned me against the wall with his strong hand around my neck. He looked intent on killing me even though the jock had told him to wait. They could kill me if they wished; it's not as though I'd have anything to go back to once Schwarz was done with my beautiful Death.
I was breathing heavily, I must say I was afraid. I welcomed death but I had no desire to die before I knew that I had tried all in my power to help my angel. This redhead would not stop me from helping him...Omi.
I did what I should have done before. I suppose the reason I didn't do it was because I was hoping that maybe life would be kind to me for once. No, that had never happened, not even when I had free will. When I was one my own, I was just a passed around whore. Now I was a brainless dog that did the bidding of my master.
The redhead and been shoved away from me because of my powers. I hadn't pushed him hard, just enough for me to have space to move. Space to move...
How had they taken Omi out of my room with out permission in the first place? It's not as though they could enter... They couldn't unless they had a stronger telekinetic break it or someone break my constant concentration.
"Omi..." I whispered knowing that my face had become mournful by the expression of the Weiss members' faces.
"You care...don't you?" the blonde asked.
I stared at him. I wasn't going to tell my feelings to complete strangers. Sure, I had tried to kill them on many occasions, but they weren't known well enough for me to tell them that I was obsessed with their angelic friend. I wasn't about to tell them that I got jealous whenever someone else placed their eyes on him.
"Well?" the blonde continued.
"...I...have seen him...hurt," I finally replied using a rather evasive answer.
"Hn," their leader muttered as he glared at me. He must have been angry that a weak, muscle-less kid could push him off of them.
I looked over at the jock that was staring at a flower arrangement that was centered on a type of flowers that I believed were called freesias. His face seemed rather depressed as well. He turned and stared at me, appearing to be on the verge of tears when he spoke.
"Will he...be alright?" he asked.
"If you help me, we can save him..." I replied softly. "I can't do it on my own...and you can't do it on your own either. You have no way of blocking Schuldig's mind... I have no way of avoiding Crawford's ability to see slightly into the future... If we don't aim for anything beyond getting Omi back, we will be able to accomplish our task..."
"Agreed," the leader stated before anyone could say anything. "We'll work with you to retrieve Omi."
"But then what?" the brunette asked with a confused look on his face. "Would we get Omi back or would you just kidnap him?"
Amusing. They didn't seem to understand that I liked Omi. I couldn't blame them though. All through my life I never thought that I could appreciate anyone the way I appreciated Omi.
I smiled at them slightly as I let out a soft giggle. All of them just stared at me with utter bafflement on their faces when I did this and I couldn't help but to smile a little bit more.
"It would be Omi's choice," I replied. "He can stay with me or he can return to Weiss. Either way I will not protest, and I expect you to do the same."
"Are you saying you think he would chose you?" the jock asked.
The blonde smiled at the jock and patted him on the head softly with a little laugh. "Ken, in case you haven't been listening, I think the kids like each other a bit."
Ken blinked, shrugged, then nodded. Once something was thrown in his face he seemed to catch on relatively easily. I told Weiss that I would return soon with tactical plans. Since I never believed that they would agree to work with me I never made them beforehand.
When I left the snow was delicately falling. I liked the snow the best. It reminded me of when I would almost freeze to death on the streets, but some kind person would always take pity on me and let me stay the night at their house. I had never feared those people; they couldn't do any worse to me than what the men did. Though, every morning I would sneak out of the house in the same way I had entered it, unknown. Being unknown was much better than there being someone who could point me out in a crowd.
I almost smiled at the thought of warm hot chocolate on my tongue and the warm mug in my hands. I made a note that I would have to take Omi out to hot chocolate the next time that it snowed like this. I would have that be our first date.
Omi would look beautiful in the snow...
Their leader had pinned me against the wall with his strong hand around my neck. He looked intent on killing me even though the jock had told him to wait. They could kill me if they wished; it's not as though I'd have anything to go back to once Schwarz was done with my beautiful Death.
I was breathing heavily, I must say I was afraid. I welcomed death but I had no desire to die before I knew that I had tried all in my power to help my angel. This redhead would not stop me from helping him...Omi.
I did what I should have done before. I suppose the reason I didn't do it was because I was hoping that maybe life would be kind to me for once. No, that had never happened, not even when I had free will. When I was one my own, I was just a passed around whore. Now I was a brainless dog that did the bidding of my master.
The redhead and been shoved away from me because of my powers. I hadn't pushed him hard, just enough for me to have space to move. Space to move...
How had they taken Omi out of my room with out permission in the first place? It's not as though they could enter... They couldn't unless they had a stronger telekinetic break it or someone break my constant concentration.
"Omi..." I whispered knowing that my face had become mournful by the expression of the Weiss members' faces.
"You care...don't you?" the blonde asked.
I stared at him. I wasn't going to tell my feelings to complete strangers. Sure, I had tried to kill them on many occasions, but they weren't known well enough for me to tell them that I was obsessed with their angelic friend. I wasn't about to tell them that I got jealous whenever someone else placed their eyes on him.
"Well?" the blonde continued.
"...I...have seen him...hurt," I finally replied using a rather evasive answer.
"Hn," their leader muttered as he glared at me. He must have been angry that a weak, muscle-less kid could push him off of them.
I looked over at the jock that was staring at a flower arrangement that was centered on a type of flowers that I believed were called freesias. His face seemed rather depressed as well. He turned and stared at me, appearing to be on the verge of tears when he spoke.
"Will he...be alright?" he asked.
"If you help me, we can save him..." I replied softly. "I can't do it on my own...and you can't do it on your own either. You have no way of blocking Schuldig's mind... I have no way of avoiding Crawford's ability to see slightly into the future... If we don't aim for anything beyond getting Omi back, we will be able to accomplish our task..."
"Agreed," the leader stated before anyone could say anything. "We'll work with you to retrieve Omi."
"But then what?" the brunette asked with a confused look on his face. "Would we get Omi back or would you just kidnap him?"
Amusing. They didn't seem to understand that I liked Omi. I couldn't blame them though. All through my life I never thought that I could appreciate anyone the way I appreciated Omi.
I smiled at them slightly as I let out a soft giggle. All of them just stared at me with utter bafflement on their faces when I did this and I couldn't help but to smile a little bit more.
"It would be Omi's choice," I replied. "He can stay with me or he can return to Weiss. Either way I will not protest, and I expect you to do the same."
"Are you saying you think he would chose you?" the jock asked.
The blonde smiled at the jock and patted him on the head softly with a little laugh. "Ken, in case you haven't been listening, I think the kids like each other a bit."
Ken blinked, shrugged, then nodded. Once something was thrown in his face he seemed to catch on relatively easily. I told Weiss that I would return soon with tactical plans. Since I never believed that they would agree to work with me I never made them beforehand.
When I left the snow was delicately falling. I liked the snow the best. It reminded me of when I would almost freeze to death on the streets, but some kind person would always take pity on me and let me stay the night at their house. I had never feared those people; they couldn't do any worse to me than what the men did. Though, every morning I would sneak out of the house in the same way I had entered it, unknown. Being unknown was much better than there being someone who could point me out in a crowd.
I almost smiled at the thought of warm hot chocolate on my tongue and the warm mug in my hands. I made a note that I would have to take Omi out to hot chocolate the next time that it snowed like this. I would have that be our first date.
Omi would look beautiful in the snow...