Second Chance
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, AU, violence, adult situations, blood
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*Notes* An AU that takes place after the series and Aya's sister has not awaken from her coma yet.
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Aya and Omi (Gets that far away look) *Giggles*
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The boy mumbled under his breath as he was pelted with heavy raindrops. He dashed across a street after looking both ways, a bag of sopping wet groceries in his hands. This is the last time I go shopping without a car,' he thought bitterly to himself. His short chestnut hair fell over his blue eyes and he hastily pushed them under his hat. He darted between two parked cars and ran towards his house, passing alley after alley.
His sharp eyes caught the movement before he heard the struggle. Skidding to a stop he saw a man leaning over a homeless person. The man attacked the person, kicking them in the ribs a couple of times before he picked the limp form up and slammed it against the brick wall. With a disturbing grin the man slipped a hand into the persons coat, receiving a cry of pain from the victim.
The boy narrowed his eyes in anger, no one deserved anything like that. He dropped his groceries and reached into his pocket feeling the long shape inside. With a quick snap of his wrist, a tiny silver dart sunk itself into the attacker's neck. The man's eyes widened in surprise and he dropped the homeless person, bringing a hand to the dart but it had already taken affect. He dropped to the ground like a stone, paralyzed.
The boy smiled but as soon as he shifted his eyes to the other person, he grimaced. The heavily clothed figure coughed violently and spat blood from their mouth. he yelled running to the person.
Darker then his own, sapphire blue eyes snapped up and the crimson stained lips quivered in fear. The person ducked and shrank into a ball, burying their head within their crossed arms. The boy sank to his knees and placed a hand on the person's arm.
It's okay, he whispered in a soothing tone. I'm not going to hurt you. The cowering figure raised it's head and the sapphire eyes reappeared. It's a girl,' the boy thought to himself. She's only a kid.'
I'm Omi, he said. The girl nodded her head in acknowledgement and turned to look at the unconscious man. It's okay, he can't hurt you anymore. The girl silently stared at him, squeezing her left arm. Omi saw dark liquid seep through her fingers.
You're hurt, he stated, obvious of the injuries that showed, but how many didn't. Why don't you come with me. I'll take care of you.
The girl visibly shrank further into the oversized black coat she wore, nervously she nodded. Omi smiled, showing his good spirit and held out an hand to help the girl up. The sapphire eyed girl timidly reached out a ghost white hand and grasped the boy's hand. Omi jumped at the death cold touch of the girl. He then noticed her body shivering under the layers of wet clothing. He had forgotten it was raining and that he left a bag of groceries in the middle of the street.
Omi lifted the girl up with ease and stared down at her, wondering why a child would be homeless. Come on, my place is this way. He led the girl back towards the street and felt her resist, trying to shake her hand from his. He let go and turned to see the girl grabbing a old and tattered green backpack. She held it close to her as if it was the most valuable thing in the world and followed in step after the teenager.
Omi grumbled as he bent down to retrieve the hastily discarded groceries and noticed the paper bag wouldn't even hold the small bag of rice when the bottom split and everything came tumbling out. He squatted to grab the few cans that rolled away when he saw the girl bend down and take a few things in her hands.
Um thank you, he said juggling the rice, fish, and carrots. The girl silently nodded again and trailed behind the boy like a shadow down the street, around a corner to a small flower shop called the Koneko no Sume Ie. Omi slipped through the front gate and into the door and up a fight of stairs, the slight creak behind him reassured that the girl was still with him. Fumbling with the key Omi opened the door and headed to the small kitchen.
The sapphire eyed girl stood in the doorframe and looked around. A small living room filled with a couch, television, and a lamp. To the left ran a hallway leading to some closed doors.
Omi poked his head out from the kitchen. You can come in all the way. The girl took a step in and closed the door behind her. She took the few steps to the kitchen and stopped. She watched the boy stand on tiptoe to slip the rice onto a high shelf. He turned and smiled and closed the gap between them a little too quickly. The girl gasped and drew her arms up, dropping the fruit she held.
Woah, it's okay, Omi said raising his hands and backing up. It's all right. See I'm not going to hurt you. The frightened girl lowered her arms and head, shame filling her sapphire eyes. She dropped to her knees and gathered the spilled objects, just as Omi did.
I'm sorry, came the fragile melancholy whisper of the girl. It made the boy shiver at the haunting tone. He looked up and stared at the hooded head of the girl.
No problem, Omi said standing up. No harm done except for this bruised apple but that's no biggie. Why don't you go ahead and sit at the table and I'll take a look at your arm.
The girl stood and placed a hand over her forgotten injury and her brow crinkled in pain. Picking up another apple, she laid it on the counter and sat delicately into a chair while Omi reached into a nearby shelf and brought out a white box with a red cross on it. He sat across from the girl and opened the metal container.
You should take your wet coat off, it'll give me a better look at your arm. The girl reached around and unsnapped the buttons one by and shrugged the heavy material off and placed it on the table.
Omi's eyes widened at the short silver hair that framed the girls thin face. Farfarello,' he couldn't help but think, he then mentally shook his head. Smiling to ease the girl's bewildered expression, he set to the task of cleaning the bleeding cut.
This may sting, he warned. With a few quick swipes of alcohol, the girl still hadn't so much as flinched at the burning sensation that Omi knew all too well. Still be bent his head and blew on the cut, easing the pain if any. He saw the pale hand flinch as he did so. Reflex?' A few light scrubbings to get rid of the drying blood and a tiny gash was revealed.
So much blood from such a tiny wound, Omi chuckled making the girl look up at him. Don't worry, I'll just put a small bandage on it and it'll be good as new. Acting on his words, the boy quickly took care of the wound and threw the trash in the nearby waste receptacle.
There, all better, Omi said. Are you hurt anywhere else?
The girl looked away, shame filling her blue orbs again.
It's okay, you don't have to tell me. How about I get you some clean clothes and you can take a nice relaxing shower. I can give you this first aid kit so you can take care of anything else. Would you like something to eat?
The silent girl stared at the boy, her eyes betraying her feelings of surprise, distrust and yet a sense of refuge. She bit her lower lip and wrung her hands together, unsure of what to say. Finally she gave a slight nod of her head.
the boy stood suddenly and almost clapped his hands in merriment. I'll show you where the bathroom is and then I'll start on something to eat. He got up and headed down the hallway, the girl hurrying to follow.
This is my room, Omi said entering it and heading for his closet. He opened it and rummaged around for something. There has to be something in here that will fit you. He turned to look at the girl. Her coat gone, she wore a baggy dark green long sleeve shirt, he saw a few tears and holes scattered in it and a pair of tattered jeans, two sizes too big. A giant hole was sliced at her knee and he saw the pale skin hidden by a layer of dirt.
'l'll run your shower first, then I'll make you something, The boy was off again, peering over his shoulder as the girl followed him down the hall, glancing at her new surroundings. Omi stopped at another door and opened it revealing a small bathroom.
Here you go. Just go ahead and take your shower and see that door right there, that leads into another room. I'll have some clothes put out for you on the bed. And then when you're done, dinner should be ready and you can have something to eat. What would you like?
The girl's eyes were wide again, from the boy's friendly incessant talking. She finally gathered her thoughts and shrugged her tiny shoulders.
Well what's your favorite kind of food?
Anything not from a dumpster, the girl replied, her eyes widened and she slapped a hand over her mouth, as if she shocked at what she just said.
Omi let out a hearty laugh. I'm sure I can find something. I may be a bad cook but I'm better then that. He ushered the girl with a hand towards the bathroom. Now you go take care of yourself, here's the first aid. He handed the white box to the girl.
Thank you the girl whispered and closed the door behind her. Within minutes, running water could be heard and the boy smiled again, heading back to the kitchen to think of something to eat.
Poor kid, out on the streets, all by herself. I wonder how old she is?' Omi realized he knew very little about the girl. Suddenly the front door opened and voices filtered in, angry voices.
Come on Ken you had him in your sights.
Well if you hadn't been sleeping Yoji
Will you two be quiet!
Hey, I took your watch cause you had to do something
It was vital to the miss-
Shut up!, the assassin's unfamiliar angry tone shouted and all was silent for a moment.
And where were you oh fearless leader?
I was watching the front as was assigned to me, the voice held a trace of sarcasm.
Omi called, butting his way into an already fight. He smiled warily. Welcome back, I take it the mission went wrong?
No, we accomplished it, the red headed man said, pulling his sheathed katana from his leather jacket before shrugging it off.
Of course sooner if Yoji hadn't been sleeping on the job, the other man said, slipping the giant gloves from his hands and placing them on a nearby chair.
Hey! I told you it wasn't my fault Ken! Yoji yelled shaking a fist at the brown haired man.
Idle threats, Ken said, moving past Yoji.
Idle threats? Idle threats!? I'll show you idle threats!
Omi yelled. Keep your voices down, it's getting late. How about something to eat.
I'm not hungry, Aya said heading towards his room.
Me neither, said Ken.
I'm too tired to eat.
Wait. I have something to tell you, Omi said.
Does it have to do with a mission, Aya asked.
No, I don't think so.
Then it can wait till tomorrow, he said continuing back to his room.
Yeah but-, Omi was cut off by Yoji, who used his shoulder as a brace to lean on.
Don't bother with the fearless leader. When he commands it, it shall be done, Yoji said in a mocking powerful voice, Or he'll bite your head off.
Aya turned his head and glared at the man. See, what'd I tell you.
Yeah but, wait Aya!
The red haired man ignored the boy, although he hated to hurt his friend by it. He stopped at the door to his and opened it.
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The girl stepped out from the shower, blinded by the sudden burst of hot air meeting cold. She rubbed them and reached for a towel, wrapping it around her small frame. Rubbing the steam from the mirror she stared at her somber reflection. Her orb shaped dark blue eyes matched the friendly boy's who had invited her to his house that she suspected he shared. Four different toothbrushes sat at the edge of the sink, along with a few different brands of deodorant and cologne Either that or he's really hygienically conscious.' The girl tried to smile to make the best of her situation but it looked forced and tired. Instead she ran her fingers through her short unruly but clean silver hair. I wish I had my long hair back.'
Gathering her wet clothes and backpack she opened the door that was said to be another room with clothes. Peering into the room, she saw a rather large bed, with a dark blue comforter. Next to it a uncomfortable looking sofa chair, and a desk with a matching night stand. The room was bare and unlived in, but there was a dresser of clothes tucked in the corner and on top laid a orange turtleneck shirt with long sleeves.
The girl bit her lower lip and looked around as if she was being watched. She stepped into the room and placed her clothes on the floor and her backpack on the bed. Reaching for the inviting clothing, the girl slipped the oversized shirt over her head and wrapped her arms around herself feeling warm and cozy. It reached the middle of her thighs and the long sleeves covered her hands. The turtleneck hugged her neck and it had a smell to it, like it was just worm by someone, giving her feeling of security. The girl tossed the towel on the bed next to her.
Suddenly the doorknob to another door she hadn't noticed earlier, creaked and twisted, opening. The girl froze, unsure of what to do. The door swung open fully and a tall red headed man stood in the doorframe. His stoic violet eyes widened in surprise at her being in the room. The girl crossed her arms over her body, in an attempt to ward off anything. She took a step back, afraid.
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Aya paused, clearly surprised at seeing a girl standing in the middle of his room with only his favorite shirt on. His gaze swept over the girl's face, never lowering beyond it. Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something when the girl backed a step up. She wrapped her arms around herself as last minute protection. Aya gasped when he looked into the frightened orbs. It was her eyes, they were like his sister's.
As if in a daze he took a step forward into the room and was halted by Omi who squeezed by and turned to face the assassin. The girl timidly moved behind the teenager, out of Aya's sight. Yoji and Ken soon appeared next to the red headed man. They both glanced at the girl with their own expressions of shock.
Wow Aya, finally you get a girl in your room, Yoji stated, lifting his glasses up to see the girl more better. His emerald eyes glinted with mischief. Ken shook his head in disbelief. Aya turned to glare at the chestnut haired boy.
I can explain, Omi said. You wouldn't listen to me before.
Abyssian sighed angrily. he started.
So whatcha all think so far. This is my first Weiss Kreuz fic and seeing that I've only seen about ten episodes I think I'm doing semi okay. Leave a review and tell me if I'm writing a chara wrong or something needs to be fixed. This is to Rae. Happy now, I've started this fic just for you and I intend to finish it too. Did you know we scoured all twenty pages of romance fics and all were yaoi, blech. So this for you best friend, a romance fic, enjoy ^_^