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Vice had just finished undertaking their assignment to put a stop to another of a Takatori's evil plots. That night's battle was a simple catch and kill, but the boys new that this assignment had only just started. It just didn't seem finished when the monster lay dead at their feet.
Along the way home Omi took a different route hoping not to be noticed missing as he back tracked to the coast. His mind was racing. These nights his nightmares just kept coming and coming. He just can't stop thinking that he too was evil. After all, he was Takatori Mamoru. The shock was still there. The others had taken it well enough, but he just couldn't let it go. How could he be a part of their group when his own blood was so tainted? Maybe he should have taken Mags' advice and not tried to find out the truth. Maybe then he wouldn't be so miserable. Not that it mattered anymore...
Omi sighed heavily as he leaned over the railing and stared up at the moon. So much of it didn't fit, but so much fit so perfectly that he didn't know what to think. He just knew that in the end he was still a Takatori. And maybe he was just as evil as they were but he hadn't realized it yet. Maybe the evil doesn't kick in till he gets older.
"So many maybes..." the disgruntled teen moaned to himself resting his head on his arms. He pulled his head away when he felt a stickiness under his head. He looked at his arm to find a thick shimmering liquid soaking his jacket. At first glance he had thought it merely blood that had splattered when they had killed the monster, but when he started to feel the stinging pain he knew it was from his own arm. His mind had been to mottled with thoughts to have noticed it. He slowly peeled his jacket off, laying it across his motor bike before inspecting his wound.
He remembered now the monster grazing one of its fangs along his arm when it came at him. That had just been before Youji had caught it around its neck and forced it off its feet. Allowing Aya to finish it off with one swift swing of his katana. Omi took his bandana from around his neck and wrapped it around his upper arm to help stop the bleeding. He knew it wasn't a bad wound, but he knew it would at least need a couple stitches where it was deepest. So, having no time to brood over things anymore Omi got back onto his bike and headed for home.
On his way home Omi slowed his pace as it started to get foggy out, or so it seemed to him as his vision became less then perfect. He figured it was just the humidity in the air that created the fog since he was now sweating. The weather just seemed so out of sorts, though it was said to get hotter in the next few days. He had to backtrack a couple of times, missing his turn before he finally pulled into the garage and got off his bike. He took his helmet off, and wiped the sweat from his brow. It was getting really hot.
"Hey Omi. Where'd you run off to?" Ken asked when he saw Omi step inside the door, but before he could answer the youngest member dropped to the floor unconscious.
Vice had just finished undertaking their assignment to put a stop to another of a Takatori's evil plots. That night's battle was a simple catch and kill, but the boys new that this assignment had only just started. It just didn't seem finished when the monster lay dead at their feet.
Along the way home Omi took a different route hoping not to be noticed missing as he back tracked to the coast. His mind was racing. These nights his nightmares just kept coming and coming. He just can't stop thinking that he too was evil. After all, he was Takatori Mamoru. The shock was still there. The others had taken it well enough, but he just couldn't let it go. How could he be a part of their group when his own blood was so tainted? Maybe he should have taken Mags' advice and not tried to find out the truth. Maybe then he wouldn't be so miserable. Not that it mattered anymore...
Omi sighed heavily as he leaned over the railing and stared up at the moon. So much of it didn't fit, but so much fit so perfectly that he didn't know what to think. He just knew that in the end he was still a Takatori. And maybe he was just as evil as they were but he hadn't realized it yet. Maybe the evil doesn't kick in till he gets older.
"So many maybes..." the disgruntled teen moaned to himself resting his head on his arms. He pulled his head away when he felt a stickiness under his head. He looked at his arm to find a thick shimmering liquid soaking his jacket. At first glance he had thought it merely blood that had splattered when they had killed the monster, but when he started to feel the stinging pain he knew it was from his own arm. His mind had been to mottled with thoughts to have noticed it. He slowly peeled his jacket off, laying it across his motor bike before inspecting his wound.
He remembered now the monster grazing one of its fangs along his arm when it came at him. That had just been before Youji had caught it around its neck and forced it off its feet. Allowing Aya to finish it off with one swift swing of his katana. Omi took his bandana from around his neck and wrapped it around his upper arm to help stop the bleeding. He knew it wasn't a bad wound, but he knew it would at least need a couple stitches where it was deepest. So, having no time to brood over things anymore Omi got back onto his bike and headed for home.
On his way home Omi slowed his pace as it started to get foggy out, or so it seemed to him as his vision became less then perfect. He figured it was just the humidity in the air that created the fog since he was now sweating. The weather just seemed so out of sorts, though it was said to get hotter in the next few days. He had to backtrack a couple of times, missing his turn before he finally pulled into the garage and got off his bike. He took his helmet off, and wiped the sweat from his brow. It was getting really hot.
"Hey Omi. Where'd you run off to?" Ken asked when he saw Omi step inside the door, but before he could answer the youngest member dropped to the floor unconscious.
