Not talking this time, as I promised. Just this..

Disclaimer: Still not mine…

Warning: Still yaoi…

Note:

**thoughts**

/mental speech/

=Crawford's 'inner deamon'=


Part 1


"But I want him! Look at him, he'd make a great one of us!"

"Nope, out of the question. You know were not allowed to make any more like us."

"But…he's so kawaii! C'mon, we don't have to tell him til it's done, and we can—"

"No, He'll know before we do it, you know that. He always knows beforehand. You've been with him for 10,000 years, you should know that by now."

"That's just my point!" slender fingers raked impatiently through soft brown hair. "It's been over 2,000 years since Psycho-boi joined us. It's been just the four of us for so long…why not another? You have your companion, why can't I have my own?"

"Brad is your companion. He chose you and made you for himself. You belong to him; we all do."

Blue eyes flashed, "No! I want him! It's not fair! You give him to me, Schu, because I can't do it!"

"You do it, I wont. You may have been chosen to screw him, but I was his companion first. I've been with Brad since almost the beginning of humankind. I may be an ass, and I may be rebellious, but I'm not going against Brad on this one rule."

Telekinetic powers lashed out to throw the redhead against the wall. "I *can't*! You know I'm too small and weak to do it! And even if I weren't, I don't know how to do it. I can't pick the information from Crawford's head like you can. He did this to me on purpose, didn't he? He purpously took me when I was only 15, didn't he? He meant to keep me small and weak for eternity!" the boy threw himself into Schuldich's arms, sobbing dryly. They could not cry truly, their bodies did not function in a way that they could. But when they did, it was blood, not tears that slid down their ivory cheeks.

"Nagi, shhh…" he gathered the boy into his arms, stroking his hair gently. "I'm sorry, Leibechen, but you know I can't do it. Isn't Brad enough? Farf belongs to me, and you belong to Brad. That's how it's been since…since…forever."

Nagi pursed his lips and blew his cheeks full of air, "Datte! Schu, it'll be ok! I know it will!"

He patted the boy's head, "You don't give up, do you? I'll talk it over with Brad? Ok?"

"Iie! You wont do that; you're just trying to placate me so I'll leave you alone! I know you better than that."

Schuldich grinned sheepishly, "Aa, you know me too well, and you're not even the Telepath. Ok, Naggles, listen. Its not just because Crawford said not to. I've been inside his head; he's really not suited for our…way of life."

Big blue eyes blinked, confused, " What you mean he doesn't like guys? He works in a flower shop with three other guys, how can he not be gay?"

Schuldich slid to the floor, pulling Nagi into his lap. Despite the several thousand years difference and eight years in physical appearance, they were closer than with the other two. "You're a moron, Nagi. We kill indiscriminately for food and for fun. Do you really think that he would be able to handle that? He hates the fact that he has to kill for Kritiker, so how the hell is he going to kill just to keep himself alive, much less do it for fun?"

"But...didn't you say he has some strange sense of 'justice'? He didn't even realize he was a killer until you told him so." Nagi was calm, but his voice pouted as only he could. "Schu…onegai? How about if we get someone for Crawford? He likes the silent type, what about Fujimiya? Or Hidaka? He'd be a good opposite for Crawford; maybe he could get him to finally loosen up some."

Schuldich scoffed at the idea, "Right. And next you'll be telling me that I should fuck Kudou, ja? That boy probably has more diseases than that Ebola monkey."

"Hnn. Since when do you care about disease? Were not mortal, diseases don't touch us. You could screw the Ebola monkey itself, it wouldn't matter."

The redhead shuddered violently, "Yuck! I may be sick and twisted, but that's just nasty, Nagi!"

Nagi shrugged, "I wouldn't put it past you. You've slept with a *girl*. Everyone knows girls have cooties!"

"'Cooties'? The redhead laughed. "Nagi you were 15 when you were taken, and you're almost 10000 years old…and you're still worried about 'cooties'?"

He grinned up at the redhead, "Ok, so maybe not cooties…" Nagi's face drooped to its usual almost-pout. "But will you at least think about it? Onegai, Schu? I really want him to be one of us."

Schuldich sighed and stroked Nagi's baby-fine hair, as he had done for thousands of years, "Hai, hai, I'll think about it. But its not going to happen."

~*~

Omi pouted, hopelessly frustrated. It was cold out, and he couldn't find his favourite jacket. In fact, the only jacket he could find was the one he wore on missions. It was a good jacket, lightweight but warm…but it had the imbedded scent of dried blood throughout. **Maybe no one will notice. Its not like they know what I do for a living…And I'm sure the smell is just my imagination.** Risking the likely wrath of Aya for wearing his mission clothing outside, he slipped the jacket on over his uniform and headed for school.

The day passed slowly for Omi, and he was more than happy to return home to his apartment. Aya and Youji were in the shop today, and Ken was in his room doing Ken-things, so there was no one to bother him with mission reports or research. Omi had begged the day off, pleading mountains of homework. He was in Advanced-thing and Honors-that for all eight of his classes, so the others had been somewhat sympathetic; all but Aya, of course, who had just given him a Look.

In truth, Omi had plans for the day, but they didn't include homework. He had been getting lazy in his senior year, and he was in danger of failing math…but homework could wait. Today he had plans to work on his new web page. For as long as he could remember, Omi's favourite band had been Nittle Grasper. Now that they were back together after several years, he thought it was high time he dedicate a web page to them. Or, more precisely, to the lead singer, Sakuma Ryuuichi. The pink bunny-toting vocalist reminded him a bit of the blue-haired girl from Schrient, but he dint let that little fact deter his obsession. Though he had never identified himself as being gay, or even bisexual, Omi knew his obsession with Ryuuichi was more that simple hero-worship for a popular rock star.

But that was ok, wasn't it? He was almost positive that, though he swore up and down to hate men, Youji had a tendency to sneak Ken into his room for some 'entertainment' late at nite. And Aya…hadn't Aya had a boyfriend or something before he had joined Weiß? What was this, the Gay Assassins League?

"Omi! Oi, Omi!" A loud banging on his door that could only be Ken startled the boy out of his daydreaming. "Omi, I need you to do me a favour!"

Omi sighed and went to open the door for his best friend, "Hai, Ken-kun, what is it? Did you forget how to file a mission report again?"

"Mou! That was only once, right after I joined!" he pouted, what was a very un-Ken thing to do. "Omittchi, ore no nakayoshi…Will you go to the store for me? I need milk and strawberries for dinner, but I can't leave my food for more than just a few minutes." At the younger boy's doubtful look, Ken changed tactics. "Tanomuuuu! I'll do your shift tomorrow!"

"Hmm…and the day after?" Omi knew he was pushing it, but if Ken would agree to that…

"Ok!" He pressed several hundred yen into Omi's hand, "I need milk and fresh strawberries, ok? Make sure they're fresh!"

Omi sighed as his teammate left. Why was he doing this again…? Oh, right. Two more days off. Again he pulled on his mission jacket, frowning at the scent of blood. Just a quick trip to the store, then back to Ryuuichi and his beloved computer. It wouldn't be too bad and he got two extra days off for his troubles. He slipped out, locking the door behind him.

Omi retrieved the milk and strawberries, still rather curious as to why Ken needed them. The ex-soccer player never cooked much more than instant-Ramen, much less something that would need milk and strawberries that he couldn't leave. He couldn't say for certain, but Omi was rather sure his friend was…entertaining…Youji again that nite.

"Hello, little boy. You smell of death."

Omi whirled around, looking for the voice, "Dare?"

"Over here, Bishounen," the alley seemed to be talking to him. "*In* the alley, baka." There was a sigh and a flash of green before Omi was pulled bodily into the dark alleyway. "I can smell it on you; the blood, the death. It's a wonderful scent, I assure you."

The voice was familiar. Nasal, mocking…"Schwarz?" Omi blinked into the darkness, trying to adjust his eyes. "What do you want from me?"

"'What do I want?' In a word, Omi, 'you.' Rather, my little friend here does. I. Personally, could not care less."

Another form appeared from the shadows into the half-light, a slim figure smaller than Omi. "Boku no tame ni…I want to claim you for my own."

Omi was fast, but Schwarz was faster. Even before his brain could convince his feet to run, they had him flanked and loosely pinned to the wall. "Nani yo?! Hanase yo!" His head was forced back, and he could feel warm breath on his neck.

"You'll make a good companion, I think. You're smart and you're pretty…you'll talk to me, wont you? You don't have to love me. Just stay with me forever."

The breath changed to lips, then…teeth? Yes, sharp little teeth ripped into the tender flesh of his neck, then came a tongue lapping harshly at the warmth that flowed freely. The bag of groceries tumbled to the ground, forgotten in the pain of being torn into.

/Shhh, Bishounen. He's not taking it all. Just enough to give you a taste of that its like…/ a soft voice spoke in Omi's ear…or was it in his head?

The lips pulled away, allowing Omi to sink unceremoniously to the ground. "Itaiiiii…" a pale hand lifted to touch at the rapidly pulsing vein in his neck. He shivered but was on fire. He hurt, but felt no pain. His world…was…black.


Laa~ am I mean? ^___^ If you didn't notice, I don't own NG or Sakuma Ryuuichi, either…Wish I did, though. Mmm…Ryuu-chan…..