Ok, you bloodsuckers (man, I love you guys ^__^) Here, at long last, is chapter 5. You may all sing and rejoice, for it has finally arrived. Now I just have to type 6 and 7…then I actually have to write 8…and the some more….Dear gods, does this fic ever end? 8 chapters, and still theres no plot. X.x

Nagi fans may sing a little song of praise, for I finally gave him another part! ^__^ He's important again!! Though…after this, he doesn't make another appearance until the end of chapter 7. ^^; Ok, read the chapter, I'll babble more after…you can skip that part, but theres good stuff down there…..

Chapter 5

Omi stared at his reflection in the mirror, frowning at the unfamiliar clothes. Farfarello had brought him a pair of too-short black shorts and a snug black v-neck that painfully reminded him of his assassin gear. His own boxers were rather dirty, so he opted to go without. The clothes were a bit small and tight, and showed more of his body than he thought was really necessary. For sure Nagi was thinner then him, but wasn't he taller by a good three or four centimeters? Well, maybe the boy had more in common with Youji… **Hnn. I knew it. He's probably a closet sukebe. It suits him.** Stealing his nerves for what was to come, Omi opened the door, only to find the object of his malicious thoughts waiting for him in the hall.

"…You look good in my clothes." His gaze traveled up Omi's body from his bare toes to his face, then back down, his thoughts clear in midnight eyes. "Schuldich is home now, Crawford said he and I have to train you in your powers."

Cerulean eyes glared balefully at the boy who appeared to be younger. "I still don't see why I have to learn anything from *you*." However, he followed Nagi down the hall, not wanting to cause any more trouble than he already had. They went down two sets of stairs, giving Omi the first real glimpse of the mansion in which he now was to live. The downstairs floors were marble, with expensive-looking Oriental rugs places conventionally and from the ceiling hung several crystal teardrop chandeliers that each must have cost more then Omi's old apartment. He allowed Nagi to lead him down a long corridor and into a large, empty room made entirely of cement. Against one wall, posing lazily and reeking of sex, leaned Schuldich.

"Yo, Bishounen-tachi. Is Omi-chan ready for his first lesson?" He looked Omi over hungrily, much in the same way Nagi had done. Grinning, he slid an image of himself and the boy in an intimate embrace into Omi's mind, causing Omi's cheeks to flush pink. "Hora hora! Did you like that, Chibi? Farfie doesn't mind sharing me on occasion, but I don't think Brad would be too pleased with my trying out his new stolen boi-toy before he gets the chance to." He pushed himself off the wall to circle the newly made vampire. "Though from what I hear from Farfie, it would be well worth the punishment just to see you naked. Extra points to hear you moaning in pleasure…Not that what I'm seeing here isn't nice, too…" he reached out a hand to run fingers over a bare leg, which was promptly slapped away.

"I am not a toy to be taken and played with."

"Schu, leave him alone. If I can't have him, neither can you. We're supposed to train him, that's all. Train him and send him back to Crawford," Nagi nudged the older man away from Omi. "Let's get this over with, I want to get back to my computer."

Omi pouted slightly, "Speaking of which…will I at least get computer access here? Or a chance to tell my friends I'm ok and not to worry about me?"

Schuldich shrugged, "Who knows? Even I don't know what he's thinking right now. Brad's got his mind locked up tighter than his ass."

The two boys snickered at this, aided by a picture of Crawford's naked backside chained and locked with a huge padlock. Nagi's face quickly steadied, "Ok, Schu, did you bring what I asked?"

"Heh? Oh, that…" the redhead fumbled in his pockets, pulling out several bits of cotton and a bottle of water. "But don't you think I should show him how to make a barrier first?"

"Sou da ne…" Nagi lowered himself to the floor, leaning against one bare wall, "Go ahead. He doesn't want anything to do with me anyway."

Schuldich shrugged, "Ok, Bishounen, I'm gonna show you how to build up a barrier around your mind. It'll keep most Telepaths out, not to mention help control your own power. 'Skinda important; so that you don't lose control over your fire." He placed his hands gently on Omi's forehead, gently slipping into the boy's mind. "I'm just gonna show you the easy way. You can practice more later." Slowly and deliberately he showed Omi how to construct and maintain walls around his mind. Once securely in place, he pulled out, "There. Think you can held that?"

Omi blinked. The process that had seemed to take hours had only taken a few moments. "H..hai." Mentally he played with the barrier, adding on and taking off as Schuldich had showed him.

Schuldich sighed, "Aah, peace. Do you have any idea how loud you think? You were starting to give me a headache." He resumed his place as spectator against the wall, "Ok, Naggles, your turn."

The brunette stood and walked to the center of the room. "Alright…I'm not really sure how to teach something like this. Especially Pyrokenesis…but I can try." He pulled a marker from his pocket and made a purple dot on the cement floor. "Stare at this dot. Stare at it and concentrate until nothing exists but the dot. Focus on the dot until it's the entire universe."

Omi frowned, "What's this go to do with my fire?"

"It doesn't, not yet. But it'll teach you to focus; that's very important. Focus on the dot."

The boy kneeled on the floor, staring at the spot. He fell completely silent, his breathing becoming steady and even. The world slowly melted away until nothing, even himself, existed but the small purple dot. He was calm, almost detached from his body. After a few minutes of nothing but the dot it was replaced by a small bit of cotton.

A soft voice spoke into his mind; a gentle touch that slipped past the barriers so carefully constructed in his mind. //You're doing well. Now imagine a small flame in your mind. Stay focused on the dot…keep the flame going, but stay focused on the dot. Now try to apply the fire to the bit of cotton…// Omi concentrated, touching the flame in his mind to the cotton on the floor. He watched as the cotton smoked, then burst into a tiny flame that quickly died. //Good, good. Don't loose your concentration now; try it again. // Another piece of cotton into view, and Omi quickly constructed a flame to light it. It flared and extinguished, leaving a tiny pile of ash.

Within a few hours, with careful coaching from Nagi, Omi was able to light and control a decent sized flame with ease. He closed his eyes and laid back on the cool cement floor, "Mou…am I done now? I feel hot inside and my head hurts."

Nagi stood over the blonde, looking down, "That was amazing. I've never seen anyone pick up on their gift like that."

"You've only seen five other TKs in your life, kid. Though…I don't think I've seen it, either. Do you learn everything so quickly, Katzchen?"

Omi sighed, reaching out to push Nagi away from him, "Hai. That's why I always got stuck doing all the technical work. Now I guess Aya-kun will probably have to do it all. Ne…can I have a nap now? I'm really tired."

"Sure, kid. Brad already has your room set up for you. I can show you where it is. Nagi, you're supposed to go to your room. Now." Schuldich relayed Crawford's mental orders to the boys. "And get your things out of his room. Brad's pretty pissed at you. He won't even talk to you, so I suggest you lay low for a while. Maybe come up to me and Farf's room later tonight, if you're up to it."

Nagi frowned, "I might…Thanks, Schu." Omi hated him, and he had fallen out of Crawford's favor…but when it came to bodily pleasures, Schuldich was always happy to oblige. Sometimes, during some of his more jealous moments, Farfarello would join, though the redhead refused to share him with anyone but Nagi. Even their leader -no that he had ever asked- was banned from touching the silver haired man.

Hearing the door close gently behind the Telekinetic Omi sat up, stretching, "I don't like him. If it weren't for him and his selfishness, I wouldn't be here."

"Probably true. But that cant be helped now, can it, kid? It's not so bad with us, really. Brad is an ass, but you get used to him. Besides, there's now a very good chance of you replacing Nagi as his new favourite boy toy."

Omi blinked inn confusion, "What are you talking about?'

"Tsk. Don't play dumb with me, Blondie. You think I don't know about you straddling his lap in nothing but your boxers, trying to ride him like a human horse?" the redhead pulled Omi to his feet and into a tight mockery of an embrace. "Its damned obvious that he wants you. Hell, he doesn't even share his blood with Nagi anymore; hasn't in years. You don't understand the real meaning of that, do you?" At the boy's negative shake against his chest he launched into an explanation, "Sharing blood both ways like you and Brad did is highly intimate. More than sex. As I, who will fuck anyone, waited 20 years into our relationship to do so with Farfarello. You've been here for less than three days."

Omi blushed furiously, hiding his face in Schuldich's surprisingly gentle embrace, "It wasn't like that. I was just so hungry, and he said I need to learn anyway…"

"But he had no need to feed from you like that. He did so simply because he wanted to. It's more than that, though. There are very few of us in this world, but all over the globe, its one of the few things that holds tradition. Most of which, I might add, were started by Brad and the First thousands of years ago.

"When two vampires share blood like that, it's a bond. Like a handfasting or a wedding, but stronger. It can be broken, of course, but that doesn't happen very often. Brad broke his bond, his promise, with Nagi when he gave it to you. You belong to him now, like it or not."

'Stunned' was the only word to describe Omi's feelings. A bond with the leader of Schwarz? A promise stronger than marriage? Why did these things keep happening to him? Why not someone like Youji? Youji seemed the type to enjoy eternal life. "Datte saa…doushite boku? All I wanted to do was finish high school, go to University, and maybe eventually even get out of Weiß," he sighed heavily, pulling himself from the redhead. "Now I'm out of Weiß for good, but I'm with Schwarz. I'm going to be 17 for the rest of forever, and now I'm married to some guy I don't even know, much less like or love…and I'm not even sure I like guys!"

Schuldich laughed as the boy went into a full pout, noting the face he made was quite similar to the one Nagi made when he was upset or frustrated. "Hei hei…Calm down, Bishounen. 'Salright. Like I said, you get used to it, and it's really not so bad. By the way, you can call me 'Schu', but you'd better stick with 'Crawford' for Brad. He gets pissed with anyone calls him 'Brad', which is why I do it as much as possible. We'll change our names again in a few years, and I'll keep bugging him 'til the end of time. It's how we work. But if you value your non-life, you'll call him 'Crawford'."

"Sou…I'll keep that in mind. May I see my room now? I really am tired."

"Oi oi! So demanding! Ok, I guess you've had enough for one day. I'll show you your room and you can sleep or whatever. Then you can have a look around later." He gave the boy a pat on the head before leading the way out of the room and back up three flights of stairs. They turned down one corridor down which several things were floating on parade out of the room on the very end. "That would be Nagi getting his stuff. They usually sleep together, but we all have our own rooms. That one on the right should be yours. Have fun now…" He gave Omi a less-than-gentle shove into the hall and sauntered off.

"Boku no heya…ka?" he made the short trip to the indicated room and opened the door. It was a nice room, he decided stepping it, though rather sparsely furnished. There was an excessively large bed in the center of the room, flanked by two matching end tables. Another door opened to what he assumed to be the closet, and there was a large, partially filled bookcase what filled up an entire wall. On the other wall sat a new computer that demanded his almost immediate attention. The wall facing the bed boasted an overstuffed blue armchair that looked comfortable enough to sleep in.

In this chair, staring directly, calmly at him, was Brad Crawford.

Ende chapter 5

Heehee! You're actually reading this! Yay!! I love you all! ::cling:: ^__^ What happens next, you ask? Well, there's lots of Brad, some more Omi angst, Weiß makes pretty much their last appearance…and Omi makes his first kill.

After that…chapter 7. Yum. More Omi-training. There's Nagi, and Farf, and Schu, and Brad…all one big happy family. ^^; And Omi does Something Very Cool. ::evil giggle::

Chapter 8…Ken angst!! And a hell of a lot of angst it is! D Aah, I love torturing the little Siberian kitty….Also, no more Aya and Youji for the rest of the fic…I love 'em, really I do!!! X.x But, well…they're just not important to the fic.

And then…well, we have no clue. ^^;; We have a few ideas, but…we haven't been able to write much in the way of Weiß fics lately…

Draco: That means she's been having me and Potter screw like bunnies. ::Malfoy Smirk™::

^^;; Sou…Its not my fault!! You try having a sexy little blonde wizard boy attach himself to you one day and claim to be your new muse. X.x ::sobsob::

Harry: ::rolls eyes:: She only wishes he'd attach himself to her…

*-* That I do. ^__^ Ok…before this gets longer than the fic itself, I'm shutting up….::points to the 'reply/review' buttons:: Tell me how much you love us! Onegai!! ^__^