Hiya, everyone! This, of course, is Sita-chan. Welcome to the next installment in the Wonderful World of Nagi, AKA Reflections of a Teenage Telekinetic! ^-^ Things have been pretty boring lately, buuuuut, it's about to liven up! Have I mentioned how much I looooove Schwarz tai Weiß? *evil grin* And I wanna give mega-thanks to everybody who reviewed: Koyuki Aode, Farfarello's Shadow, Spazoid, my good buddy Yoko-chan, DD, Amiryn (P.S: SchuxYouji? My favorite! ^-^), Rikkali, Romilly McAran, Pink Bunny, and Snickerdoodle (awesome name, by the way!). Keep 'em coming, guys! Pretty please?

Disclaimers: Sita-chan doesn't own Nagi or any of the characters from Weiß Kreuz. She does, however, own Ivy. Nora is the property of her partner in crime, Fae-chan. Please don't sue her. She's po'.

Warnings: Yaoi/shounen ai/slash/whatever you wanna call it, OOC-ness, teenage angst

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Journal of Nagi Naoe

8/20

Things are so unbelievably fucked up. Bombay woke up in the trunk when we were bringing him and Balinese back to the apartment. He tried to stab his way out, but he couldn't get through. Farf and Schuldig had to drag him into the apartment, kicking and screaming. Balinese was still unconscious, so I just brought him in. Not like that was any easier. Ivy walked right behind me the whole damn time. Every two seconds, I'd hear crap like, "He's too close to the wall!" "You're dipping him to the left!" "Hold him straight, Nagi!" Her little obsession is royally pissing me off. And it's not just me any more. It's everyone. Anyway, we locked the two of them in our secret room. That sounds like something out of a bad movie. "Come, minions, to the secret lair!" It's not really a secret. It's just that the door of it is in Farf's room, and nobody in their right mind would bother Farfarello. We've been taking turns watching them. Bombay screamed his head off for awhile, then stopped when he realized that the walls were soundproof. Balinese woke up this morning. He was surprisingly civil. Nora cleaned him up and managed to fish the bullets out. We haven't actually interrogated them yet. That happens tonight at eight, which is in approximately....ah, eleven minutes. I'll write more later.

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I shut my journal and locked it in its little drawer. Then, I walked into Farfie's room. Luckily, he wasn't there. Probably putting tomatoes in the blender again. I opened the door and walked down the long, steel hallway, passing up Balinese's door and entering Bombay's.

He was sitting on floor with his arms chained to the wall. He looked up when I walked in.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Bombay's a strange one. When anyone else walks in, he glares and yells about how evil goes to hell. Or something along those lines. When I walk in, it's always the same. "Hey." Like we're friends almost. I like him. If we weren't trying to kill each other, I wouldn't mind being friends. I plunked my ass on a chair against the wall.

"Are you guys going to kill me?" he asked after a long pause.

"I don't think so. Not right now anyway." He looked at me funny for a few minutes. Like he'd never seen me before. Or like he was finally seeing something that had been there the whole time, but he hadn't noticed.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. Well, it was an odd question. When someone's holding you hostage, you don't make small talk with them.

"Why do you care?" He shrugged.

"I feel like I can trust you. I don't know why." He looked at me. "Can I trust you?"

"We're trying to kill you." He smiled a bit.

"That's not the question." I don't know why I said what I said next.

"You can trust me." Why the HELL did I say that?! He nodded.

"That's what I thought. So what's your name?" I paused. I could walk out of the room right now and not worry about this. I could go mooch pocky off of Schuldig and try to pretend that I was normal.

I could...

"Nagi." He smiled at me.

"I'm Omi."

Great, job, Nagi. Now you're on personal terms with the enemy. Congratulations, you've fucked things up further. The door opened and Nora stuck her head inside.

"It's time for a meeting," she said quietly. I glanced back at Bom- Omi. He was staring at the floor. I looked at him for a few seconds longer, then got up and followed Nora outside. Everyone had gathered in Farfarello's room.

"All right," Crawford began solemnly. "We're planning on interrogating Bombay tonight."

"Why not the other one?" Nora asked, puzzled.

"Head trauma," Schuldig said quickly. "He's suffered massive head trauma, and he can't mentally handle an interrogation tonight." Everyone accepted this and turned back to Crawford. Except me, of course. I've known Schuldig the longest out of anyone in the group besides Crawford, so I've learned a few things. For one, he's an incredible liar. But when he lies, his ears tend to turn red. It's hard to see because of his hair, but it happens. And guess what color good old Schu's ears were? You guessed it. Something was going on. I wasn't sure what, but something was happening.

"Farfarello and Mercoda will take care of the interrogation. The rest of us will take turns guarding Balinese." Crawford glanced at me, temporarily blinding me with the glare from his glasses. "Nagi, I want you to keep an eye on them in case they get out of control." I nodded. "Nora, take the first shift with Balinese." Every time we finish up one of these little conferences, I can't help but feel like we should put our hands in the middle and yell, "Break!" like one of those American football teams.

Crawford went off to do whatever it is that Crawford does. Schuldig went to sleep on the sofa. The rest of us headed back through the "secret" door. I walked with Ivy and Farfarello to Omi's room while Nora veered off and entered Balinese's.

He was in pretty much the same position that he was in before. He looked up and glared at Ivy and Farf. I kept to the shadows. It was probably better that he didn't know that I was there. Just in case he went nuts.

"How are you feeling?" Ivy asked. He ignored her. "Look, kid, can you please just cooperate? We don't want to have to hurt you."

"I do."

"Shut up, Farf. Tell us everything you can about Weiß." Omi glared at her. Then, he muttered something that I couldn't hear. Whatever he said pissed Ivy off. Greatly. And that is NOT something that you want to do. She gritted her teeth. "I wasn't going to do this." She sat herself on the floor directly in front of him. "What are you afraid of, Bombay?" No answer, of course. "I guess that I'll have to see for myself." She stared at him for a few seconds before her eyes started to turn that creepy silver-grey color that they tend to turn when she probes someone's mind. "....Interesting...." Quite suddenly, like they all do, Omi began to scream.

"OUKA! I'M SORRY!" That's all that I understood coherently. I never exactly knew what kind of connection he had had to Reiji's daughter. It must have been a strong one to make him sob like that. I looked over at Farfarello. He was standing in the corner staring at Ivy and Omi with a crooked smile on his face. Ivy finally stood up. There were tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I hate this," she whispered so that only I could hear. "I fucking hate this."

"I'm leaving," I muttered. She nodded, and I walked out the door, his screams still echoing in my mind. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I crept into Balinese's room. He was sitting in a wooden chair with his arms tied behind him. Nora was sitting on the floor, doodling. I slipped silently into the shadows, carefully keeping myself hidden from both of them.

"Did I get all of the bullets out?" Nora asked suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Are they healing okay?" Balinese nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think so." He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. "How'd you get involved in assassination? You're just a kid."

"So is Bombay," she replied with a shrug.

"True."

"I'm not even the youngest."

"No?"

"No. The youngest is fifteen."

"That's crazy!"

"Not at all. He's just as efficient as the rest of us." The door opened suddenly, and Schuldig walked in. I quickly constructed some mental barriers to keep myself hidden. I don't know why I did it. I had some kind of weird tickling feeling that said that I needed to be hidden in the room. Something strange was going on, and I planned to figure out what it was.

"It's my shift," he said simply. Nora cocked her head to the side.

"Already?" Schuldig shrugged.

"That's our fearless leader for you." She gathered her stuff, nodded politely to Balinese, and walked outside. I watched Schuldig closely. His ears were slightly red again, and he was glancing at Nora through the corner of his eyes. When the door shut totally, he placed his ear against the door for a few seconds, then nodded. "She's gone," he muttered.

"She's a good kid. Better than the crazy guy with the scars." Schuldig turned to Balinese and smiled. I think that's when I realized that something was drastically wrong. Schuldig doesn't smile. He smirks. He only smiles if he's drunk or if he's made Ivy and/or Crawford look like idiots.

If I didn't realize it then, I definitely realized something was wrong when Schuldig calmly unlocked Balinese and proceeded to shove his tongue down his throat.

OWARI

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