Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am but using them for my own entertainment.
Omi was left wandering, only shadow and mist remained as his company. Yet every so often a shadow seemed to move out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look... nothing. That was a comfort but a fright to him at the same time. He wanted so much to have someone with him, but he was afraid of who might join him.
He was numb from head to toe. His mind was still racing with a million thoughts. Nothing seemed to stick, just one thing after another. He sighed heavily and stopped in his tracks.
"I wish there was somewhere I could sit," he thought to himself as he looked off into the nothingness.
To his surprise, there in the distance was a tall shady willow tree. He hadn't the slightest clue where it had come from or how it could possibly live in such a desolate place but he headed for it. To make sure it wasn't a mirage he reached out and touched it.
Being as happy as he was to find something else other than himself in what ever place he was in he hugged it. He then sat down beneath it, resting his back against its bark, glad to get off his feet. Having the comfort of something real with him eased his mind and allowed him to start thinking more clearly.
Slowly, the smell of a fresh spring forest began to drift into his nostrils. Reminding him of the days he and his brothers played in the one near their home. He remembered the games, and the swimming, and the walks. All the laughing...
"Hnn...?" Omi opened his eyes. Was he just deluding himself or was that real laughter he had heard? He looked around to see more and more trees around him. Birds and squirrels playing. And the sound of laughter repeated.
"Wh-where am I?" he got to his feet and took merely a few steps around the tree when he saw two guys near a lake. They were in the water splashing each other. They seemed so familiar to Omi, but he couldn't place who they were. They were obviously older then him.
His curiosity took over him, and as he neared the water a twig snapped under his foot making the two males stop their splashing. They blinked at the sight of him before a small smile and they went back to splashing each other and chasing after each other under the water.
Omi sat on the bank watching them. They were so familiar, but how could he not place them? After awhile of him sitting there the two males emerged from the water.
"Mamoru? Why didn't you come join us?" the eldest of the two asked as they headed towards him.
"Hirofumi, you know Mamoru... he still doesn't swim well," the other pointed out with a small mocking laugh.
"Don't be so mean to Mamoru, Masafumi. He is still young and can learn," Hirofumi said smiling at Omi from over his glasses.
"Hirofumi...? Masafumi...?" Omi repeated as realizations started to creep into his mind.
"Gee Mamoru you act like you're just meeting us for the first time," Masafumi mocked as he lightly flicked his towel at Omi.
Hirofumi laughed good naturedly, shaking his head at his brother. Omi stammered with an answer, not quite sure of what to say or how to explain himself. He didn't understand how he came to be here. Was this hell then? After all his brothers were here, and he had killed them. Yet why were they so happy? Wasn't hell supposed to be full of torment?
Noticing Omi's disdain Hirofumi bent forward, placing his hand on his brothers shoulder.
"Did you want us to help teach you to swim better little brother?" Hirofumi asked smiling at Omi.
Omi thought for only a split second before breaking into a grin and jumping to his feet, shedding all of his clothing except for his shorts.
"I'll take that as a yes," Hirofumi chuckled as he watched Omi and Masafumi race each other to the water.
The three brothers splashed around, and swam, and enjoyed each others company. Omi was having the greatest time of his life. He had forgotten the times when he was little and had so much fun with his brothers. Before they were evil.
Omi had just jumped into Masafumi's arms trying to tackle him when the sky got darker, the mist returned and his surroundings changed. Masafumi changed into a monster, and struck out at Omi biting him where the same monster had that poisoned him.
Omi cried out, and ran as fast as he could from the monster. He was no longer wet from water, but he could feel the warm stickiness of his blood running down his arm. The monster could be heard in close pursuit. The panting, and thirst for blood thick in the air. Omi had to get away, but where was he to go? Where was he to hide? He had none of his weapons and he was too weak to fight it himself.
Omi was left wandering, only shadow and mist remained as his company. Yet every so often a shadow seemed to move out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look... nothing. That was a comfort but a fright to him at the same time. He wanted so much to have someone with him, but he was afraid of who might join him.
He was numb from head to toe. His mind was still racing with a million thoughts. Nothing seemed to stick, just one thing after another. He sighed heavily and stopped in his tracks.
"I wish there was somewhere I could sit," he thought to himself as he looked off into the nothingness.
To his surprise, there in the distance was a tall shady willow tree. He hadn't the slightest clue where it had come from or how it could possibly live in such a desolate place but he headed for it. To make sure it wasn't a mirage he reached out and touched it.
Being as happy as he was to find something else other than himself in what ever place he was in he hugged it. He then sat down beneath it, resting his back against its bark, glad to get off his feet. Having the comfort of something real with him eased his mind and allowed him to start thinking more clearly.
Slowly, the smell of a fresh spring forest began to drift into his nostrils. Reminding him of the days he and his brothers played in the one near their home. He remembered the games, and the swimming, and the walks. All the laughing...
"Hnn...?" Omi opened his eyes. Was he just deluding himself or was that real laughter he had heard? He looked around to see more and more trees around him. Birds and squirrels playing. And the sound of laughter repeated.
"Wh-where am I?" he got to his feet and took merely a few steps around the tree when he saw two guys near a lake. They were in the water splashing each other. They seemed so familiar to Omi, but he couldn't place who they were. They were obviously older then him.
His curiosity took over him, and as he neared the water a twig snapped under his foot making the two males stop their splashing. They blinked at the sight of him before a small smile and they went back to splashing each other and chasing after each other under the water.
Omi sat on the bank watching them. They were so familiar, but how could he not place them? After awhile of him sitting there the two males emerged from the water.
"Mamoru? Why didn't you come join us?" the eldest of the two asked as they headed towards him.
"Hirofumi, you know Mamoru... he still doesn't swim well," the other pointed out with a small mocking laugh.
"Don't be so mean to Mamoru, Masafumi. He is still young and can learn," Hirofumi said smiling at Omi from over his glasses.
"Hirofumi...? Masafumi...?" Omi repeated as realizations started to creep into his mind.
"Gee Mamoru you act like you're just meeting us for the first time," Masafumi mocked as he lightly flicked his towel at Omi.
Hirofumi laughed good naturedly, shaking his head at his brother. Omi stammered with an answer, not quite sure of what to say or how to explain himself. He didn't understand how he came to be here. Was this hell then? After all his brothers were here, and he had killed them. Yet why were they so happy? Wasn't hell supposed to be full of torment?
Noticing Omi's disdain Hirofumi bent forward, placing his hand on his brothers shoulder.
"Did you want us to help teach you to swim better little brother?" Hirofumi asked smiling at Omi.
Omi thought for only a split second before breaking into a grin and jumping to his feet, shedding all of his clothing except for his shorts.
"I'll take that as a yes," Hirofumi chuckled as he watched Omi and Masafumi race each other to the water.
The three brothers splashed around, and swam, and enjoyed each others company. Omi was having the greatest time of his life. He had forgotten the times when he was little and had so much fun with his brothers. Before they were evil.
Omi had just jumped into Masafumi's arms trying to tackle him when the sky got darker, the mist returned and his surroundings changed. Masafumi changed into a monster, and struck out at Omi biting him where the same monster had that poisoned him.
Omi cried out, and ran as fast as he could from the monster. He was no longer wet from water, but he could feel the warm stickiness of his blood running down his arm. The monster could be heard in close pursuit. The panting, and thirst for blood thick in the air. Omi had to get away, but where was he to go? Where was he to hide? He had none of his weapons and he was too weak to fight it himself.
