The next morning when I had awoken I was alone again. I didn't like the feeling. After I had had something so close to perfection I was forced to have it ripped out of my arms. Now I woke up without the beautiful touch of an angel.
I sighed and left my room and walked towards the stairs. Today I would find out where the rest of Schwarz was keeping my Omi in order to make out my tactical plans with Weiss. But first, I was thirsty.
I walked into the kitchen and shuffled through the fridge. I saw a pitcher of lemonade and decided to have some. I grabbed a plain glass from the cupboard and filled it half way with lemonade. I sighed and put the glass to my lips.
'Miss your kitten?' I heard the German ask me. 'Oh wait, you call him your angel, I'm sorry, I forgot. Death Angel, wasn't it?'
'You're giving me a headache,' I thought in reply.
I heard foot steps and turned to see Schuldig walk into the kitchen with Farfello tailing behind him, licking his knife as he had done so many times in the past. This time it was slightly different because I knew the cuts he had made had hurt Omi.
"Little Prodigy, are you upset with us?" Schuldig asked me with forced caring.
"You know I am in no place to hold any feelings of resentment towards any of you," I replied with a shrug.
Schuldig entered the kitchen the rest of the way and place his index finger under my chin. His smirk was considerably wider than it had been before. All the while, Farfello sat where he had been before licking his knife while staring at us.
"Nagi...if you had left him a virgin none of us would have touched him. I must thank you though. I love how loudly he cries out and how sensitive he is. Even his salty tears are delicious," he said. He leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, "He's a submissive little thing, isn't he?"
I shivered when I heard these words. It was times like these that I desired more than anything to have Schuldig's power to read thoughts so that I could see if he was telling the truth or not. But I didn't have it. Instead I had telekinesis, which was currently the reason why every object in the kitchen that was out on the counters was currently floating and breaking in place or crashing into a wall.
"You know, Nagi, your Death Angel keeps getting lost inside Farfello's mind. I wonder how much longer he has before he goes mad and won't even remember who you are..." Schuldig murmured with a cruel smirk on his face.
"Do as you please," I choked out, noticing that my cheeks were damp, "I have no part in it."
"He's so innocent, too," Schuldig added. "His sobs could only be those of an innocent."
"..."
"It's funny to think that some how he might have even loved you. I would agree. That is, of course, only if that foolish thing called love existed."
I couldn't help it; I was slowly snapping. That was the moment that Schuldig decided to part stating that he had other business to attend to. Maybe he was afraid that the floating objects in the room would accidentally slip in his direction and cut his skin.
When they had left I looked out the window as almost silent sobs passed by my lips. The snow had all melted away over night... I wouldn't be able to take Omi out on our first date for a long time...
A very...long...time...
I dropped the glass of lemonade that I had had in my hands as I fell to the ground letting out almost silent cries. I felt the cool liquid slide against my hands. I knew that when my hand dried that I would be sticky. It didn't seem important now...
Omi... They were hurting Omi...
And there was nothing that I could dream to do about it
I sighed and left my room and walked towards the stairs. Today I would find out where the rest of Schwarz was keeping my Omi in order to make out my tactical plans with Weiss. But first, I was thirsty.
I walked into the kitchen and shuffled through the fridge. I saw a pitcher of lemonade and decided to have some. I grabbed a plain glass from the cupboard and filled it half way with lemonade. I sighed and put the glass to my lips.
'Miss your kitten?' I heard the German ask me. 'Oh wait, you call him your angel, I'm sorry, I forgot. Death Angel, wasn't it?'
'You're giving me a headache,' I thought in reply.
I heard foot steps and turned to see Schuldig walk into the kitchen with Farfello tailing behind him, licking his knife as he had done so many times in the past. This time it was slightly different because I knew the cuts he had made had hurt Omi.
"Little Prodigy, are you upset with us?" Schuldig asked me with forced caring.
"You know I am in no place to hold any feelings of resentment towards any of you," I replied with a shrug.
Schuldig entered the kitchen the rest of the way and place his index finger under my chin. His smirk was considerably wider than it had been before. All the while, Farfello sat where he had been before licking his knife while staring at us.
"Nagi...if you had left him a virgin none of us would have touched him. I must thank you though. I love how loudly he cries out and how sensitive he is. Even his salty tears are delicious," he said. He leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, "He's a submissive little thing, isn't he?"
I shivered when I heard these words. It was times like these that I desired more than anything to have Schuldig's power to read thoughts so that I could see if he was telling the truth or not. But I didn't have it. Instead I had telekinesis, which was currently the reason why every object in the kitchen that was out on the counters was currently floating and breaking in place or crashing into a wall.
"You know, Nagi, your Death Angel keeps getting lost inside Farfello's mind. I wonder how much longer he has before he goes mad and won't even remember who you are..." Schuldig murmured with a cruel smirk on his face.
"Do as you please," I choked out, noticing that my cheeks were damp, "I have no part in it."
"He's so innocent, too," Schuldig added. "His sobs could only be those of an innocent."
"..."
"It's funny to think that some how he might have even loved you. I would agree. That is, of course, only if that foolish thing called love existed."
I couldn't help it; I was slowly snapping. That was the moment that Schuldig decided to part stating that he had other business to attend to. Maybe he was afraid that the floating objects in the room would accidentally slip in his direction and cut his skin.
When they had left I looked out the window as almost silent sobs passed by my lips. The snow had all melted away over night... I wouldn't be able to take Omi out on our first date for a long time...
A very...long...time...
I dropped the glass of lemonade that I had had in my hands as I fell to the ground letting out almost silent cries. I felt the cool liquid slide against my hands. I knew that when my hand dried that I would be sticky. It didn't seem important now...
Omi... They were hurting Omi...
And there was nothing that I could dream to do about it