I know, I know, I promised to have it out on the 15th…please don't hate me. T-T Funny things that made Omi-chan's life all wonky happened, and she got very sidetracked wnd what-not. X.x Gomen nasai. ^^;

Here's an extra-long chapter..hopefully it'll make us a bit for the wait. Go now, I won't bog you down with the details and what-not. (If you wish to hear Omi-chan's story for some reason, click the happy e-mail button. If you wish to just talk to her for the heck of it, do so! She has AIM..cant promise she's ever on….)

Disclaimers & Stuff are at the beginning. If you've gotten this far without reading them…go back? O.o

Chapter 6

There it was again; that quick flash of what was soon to be. It was short, but the faces were undeniable. Himself and the newest member of their little group, naked and panting on the boys bed. It would happen sometime today, possibly tomorrow. It would be the boy's first.

"Aa, I must be getting old. My powers are doing strange things." First he had failed to See Omi's creation, now this. "Perhaps Schuldich is just messing with my mind again…"

//What's that, Bradley? I heard my name.//

//You. You're putting images into my head again, aren't you? Of myself and Tsukiyono.//

//Nope. 'm too busy with the brat trying to help Tsukiyono.//

//How is that going?//

The amusement in Schuldich's mental voice was clear, //You'd be surprised. He's catching on very quickly. We should be done for the day soon. By the way, he wants to say bye to the other kittens. And a computer. He wants a computer.//

Crawford sighed, shutting down his own computer. //Of course. He'll need new clothes, too, but I'll let you take care of that tomorrow. How long until the three of you are done in there?//

//Give me another few hours. Not really sure how long Katzchen will last.//

//Alright. That should be enough.// Crawford picked up the phone next to him computer and dialed a well-known number. "Hai, Crawford desu. …Actually, I need a new unit. The best you have…Hai...Hai…I need it in less than two hours…Hai. Arigatou." Computer for Omi, check. Next, contact Weiß. The room next to his had already been cleaned up, with new dressings on the bed and a few little things added to make it look like someone lived there, rather than a museum exhibit.

//You're doing an awful lot for the Katzchen, don't you think? Something you'd like to share, Bradley? No, wait. You've already done that. Really, Brad, promising yourself to the kid like that? And without his knowing? What were you thinking?//

Crawford frowned, stepping out of his room and into the one that would be Omi's //Truthfully, I don't know. For once I really have no idea. Nothing is right. This hasn't happened in thousands of years…I've never shared myself with anyone other than Nagi, and now Tsukiyono shows up…//

//And you're committing yourself to him in less than a week.//

//Shit.// Crawford never swore. //What the hell was I thinking?//

//Thinking with your little head, Bradley?//

//We usually leave that to you.//

//Yes, yes, blame it all on Schu the SuperSlut. Either way, you were the one he was rubbing himself all over.//

//Maybe we just won't tell him…// The room was perfect, cast in shades of blue. He sat on the edge of the bed, and another flash came to him, longer and more intense.

//Ooh, very nice, Brad. No question as to what you'll be doing tonight, is there? And you know he has to be told; Nagi was the one to see you two making out and drew his own conclusions. Which just so happened to be correct. If the kitten doesn't hear it from one of us, then he'll hear it from Nagi. I'd rather not find out just how immortal we really are, thanks.//

Crawford stood and quickly left the room, knowing he would not be long gone. //Fine, tell him. But do it alone, after Nagi leaves. And it would be beneficial to Nagi's health if he were to remove all of his things from my room and made himself quite scarce for a while.// He severed the connection as he made his way down the hall, suddenly feeling the need to splash a bit of cool water on his face. This is going to be a long couple of weeks…

"Crawford-san…" Omi could feel the blood rush to his face, "Why are you here?"

"I hope the room is to your liking. The computer is new; it won't be on the markets for about another month. This room is yours to do with as you like. You are free to use the rest of the house, but the fourth floor is strictly off limits. Nagi's room is on this floor, but I'm sure I can trust you to stay away from there. Schuldich and Farfarello's room is on the second, but they never invite anyone but Nagi in."

"H-hai, arigatou. Can I really have the computer? Schu said you might not let me…"

"Yes, I am well aware of what Schuldich said. But there it is." Crawford pushed his glasses higher on his nose, "I have also arranged a small meeting with Weiß shortly. You will then have exactly one hour to say your farewells and sever all ties. After tonight I don't want you speaking to any of them ever again, is that understood?"

Omi frowned. Never see his only friends again? The only three people who had ever shown any bit of caring towards him? But…is there really any choice? If I run, they'll catch me, and if I disobey… "Wakatta."

Another hour found Omi looking dejectedly into the faces of his former companions. He wiped at tears that his body would no longer produce, "Minna…gomen yo…"

"Omi. What is the meaning of this?""

He had put on the boots Youji had given him, and over the borrowed shorts and T-shirt he wore a too-large black trench coat that Crawford had surprisingly let him borrow. Omi balled his hands into fists and shoved them deep within his pockets, "I'm not turning against you…I want nothing more than for everything to go back to the way it was. I want to be Weiß again! But…But I can't. I have to stay with Crawford now."

Aya spoke again, "Omi, this is treason."

"Aya, would you shut up for a minute? Can't you see something is obviously wrong with Omi?" Ken glared at the red head, "Omi, tell us… What did they do to you?"

Omi glanced back at Crawford and received a negative headshake. "Nothing… they haven't hurt me at all, really. I just…I have to stay with them now. I'm sorry."

"Omi."

The boy sobbed loudly and collapsed foreword into Youji's waiting embrace. Instantly he was enfolded in warmth, then felt warmth press against his back and another pair of arms circling him from behind. "Youji-kun…Ken-kun…" He relaxed slightly into the double embrace, sniffling into Youji's jacket. "Gomen, I'll miss you guys so much…"

A pale hand parted the three, setting down on Omi's shoulder, "Omi."

The boy looked up into violet eyes, "Aya-kun?"

Gentle fingers ghosted over one smooth cheek, demanding Omi's full attention, then tilted his face up. Soft lips touched his briefly, then released him. "Go now."

Had it been possible, tears would have poured from Omi's tortured eyes; instead his chin quivered, and pale lips held back body-wrenching sobs. "Aya-kun? Doushite ima..." Another hand clasped his shoulder possessively, making him look up once again. "Crawford-san?" The look in the older man's eyes was angry, mixed with…jealousy?

"Time is up. Let's go." He guided the boy away, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder. "Come on, we'll find you something to eat."

Omi allowed himself to be led away, taking one final look back at his friends. He sighed and turned back, casting his eyes low to the ground.

Hard plum eyes watched as the pair walked away, narrowing as the hand on Omi's shoulder slid down, stopping dangerously low on his back.

"Crawford-san? I really don't want to do this…" Omi cautiously eyed the man who was to be his first victim, "I really don't think I can do this."

"Its no different than killing for Weiß. This man has molested several children; he deserves to die, doesn't he? Go ahead, " he nudged the boy towards the man who now cowered against an alley wall. "It's easy, remember? Take him quickly if you must. They feel less pain that way."

Omi's hunger won out over all else. Ignoring the pleas for mercy and help he descended on the victim, easily pinning him to the wall with newly acquired strength. He pushed the man's head to the side and bit down at the large pulse in the neck, just as he had been taught. Kimochii… His own blood coursed rapidly through his veins, body purring at the addition of fresh blood. Heat seared through Omi's veins, similar to the feeling of his Pyrokenesis, closer to raw, primal lust.

A soft voice whispered in his ear as strong arms encircled his waist from behind, "Gently. You only want to puncture, not rip out the flesh." Crawford stroked the boy's fine hair before placing a hand over his throat. He felt each swallow, sharing in the boy's first true feeding.

Omi leaned slightly back, allowing himself to be embraced as he fed. The intense physical lust had returned, demanding attention even as he drained his victim and dropped the lifeless body to the ground. "Crawford-san, I feel...strange. I should be used to killing people, I've become almost numb to it now. But just now I…"

"Enjoyed it?" Crawford supplied, once again stroking the blonde's hair. "You'll get used to that too, eventually, as well as the feeling of physical lust. Though with some -certain red heads remaining unnamed- the lust is quite a welcomed result."

Omi shifted uncomfortably away from the older man, acutely aware of the reactions his feeding had produced, combined with Crawford's rather close proximity. "I…I think I'd like to go home now. It's getting late, isn't it?"

Another flash crossed Crawford's vision, which he quickly shook away, "Of course." He led the boy away from the alley, down the several blocks to the Schwarz mansion. "As soon as Schuldich gets his lazy ass out of bed in the morning he will be taking you to purchase new clothing, along with any personal items you may need. Toiletries are, of course, already taken care of, but you may buy anything else -within reason- that you see fit."

"What about transportation? I used to have a motorcycle, but…" Omi was a bit surprised to see that they had already arrived back at the mansion; it seemed that only minutes ago he had met -for the last time- with his friends, then made his first kill. 'First kill.' But it isn't really the first, is it? I've killed so many people in my short life…now I must do it for the rest of forever. He heard vaguely as Crawford explained about possibly getting him another motorcycle, though he was underaged to drive, then something about the next day's schedule. I wanted to leave Weiß, stop killing even though it was 'right.' We were no more just than they were. No one has the right to take another's life. Now I have to do it for an eternity. This is all Nagi's fault. If he hadn't been so selfish…

"…you heard a word I was saying?" Crawford stared down at him, rather annoyed. Obviously he didn't like being ignored.

"Hnn? Oh! Gomen nasai!" Omi quickly surveyed his surroundings, finding himself once again in the blue room. Iie. My room, now. "I was just thinking. I'm sorry."

Crawford shook his head and sat in the chair he has occupied only hours before. He removed his glasses, sighing, "Sit down. I need to discuss something with you."

Omi sat down on the bed facing Crawford, his legs tucked up under himself, "Hai?" He can't be kicking me out already…?

"Tsukiyono…iya, Omi." He closed his mouth, opened it as if to speak, then closed it again. He closed his eyes, trying to form the proper words. Finally, after several moments of thick silence, he continued, "What do you think of me? Your feelings?"

Omi's face flushed pink and suddenly the bedspread became quite fascinating. "I…don't know what you mean?""

The man frowned, "I'll ask you not to play dumb with me, as I already know you to be quite brilliant. I am well aware of Schuldich's conversation with you regarding the two of us. Yes, it was some sort of…bonding ceremony, I guess would be the closest words." He rubbed his temples as if his head were troubling him. "I will be the first to admit that I was quite foolish to do that, especially with one such as yourself. Not only were you taken against your will and for another, though he is my own, you have also posed as an enemy of sorts for the past few years. However, what's done is done, and there are very few ways of undoing it, none of which are pleasant."

"But…couldn't you just bond with Nagi again? You were before, weren't you?" Chances of Omi's being able to leave slid down to about one percent.

"In truth, it is physically possible. However, I have no intent of doing so. It was his wish to break a bond that has spanned several thousands of years for a stranger whom he found to be attractive. He took it into his own hands to do so, thereby breaking one of the few set rules that have been set, so I have taken from what he wanted. Certainly this had not been planned, but even I cannot See everything that will happen. You and I are now connected by blood, the strongest bond possible of our kind. You have your freedom but you belong to me. I could care less about your animosity towards Nagi, and I doubt that you'll get more than the usual slutty flirting from Schuldich. But always remember that you belong to me." Crawford paused finally, allowing it all to sink in.

"But...What about Farfarello?

The raven hared man sighed, a bad habit he was quickly picking up, "According to Schuldich, Farfarello, it seems, has taken a sort of amused interest in you, though I don't believe you should worry much. Schuldich keeps him under control when he has his little…spells. Most of the time he is quite passive, and a bit unsociable."

Omi held back a laugh. Farfarello? Shy? That was possibly the most amusing thing he'd heard in days.

"You have yet to answer my question."

The boy blinked; question? Oh…that. Once again his gaze locked on the bedspread, "Boku wa ne… I don't hate you, I suppose. I'm not sure. I hate Nagi. I want to kill him. I'm afraid of Farfarello, and Schu is a whore. You've been kind to me, but you've cut off communication with my only friends and insist on reminding me that I belong to you." Omi frowned, contemplating the situation. "But...I don't hate you."

Crawford stood, seeming to accept the answer for the time being, "Go to sleep now. You have many things to do tomorrow, and you will need your rest."

Omi watched the door close before stripping quickly out of the borrowed clothes, glad to be rid of anything that had once touched Nagi. On the bed just underneath the pillow lay a fresh pair of denim shorts and another black shirt, along with his own freshly washed boxers which he slid into. He dropped the clothes on the floor, causing a small slip of paper to tumble from between the shirt and socks. He picked it up and read the large scrawling writing which was completely devoid of kanji: 'Next time I see these, I want to be removing them from you, Katzchen.' Omi blushed and crumpled the paper into a ball before throwing it to the other side of the room. There was no doubt in his mind of who had written it.

He crawled under the covers and switched off the lamp next to the bed, throwing the room into calming darkness. If it weren't for him… Nagi…zettai ni…urusanai yo.

Chapter 6 ende

Whee~ I'm naked!!!

Erm..maybe not…I've been reading too much Boy Meets Boy, the most ultrashibby webcomic…ever! ^__^ Everyone go read it now! ~~ http://www.boymeetsboy.keenspace.com Its shibby. ^__^

Next chapter: Schu and Omi go shopping. Omi does some physical training, and does a Very Cool Thing. Finally, some Nagi-ness!! {everyone on the NagiML cheers and throws things}

Shibby. ^^ ::goes off to play with her Skids chibis:: *-* mmmm, Skids…