Fear In a Bottle CHP. 2 By:Bl00deh Switch Disclaimer: I don't own the WK boys, or anything WK either. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. A/N: Hopefully this chapter won't be as OOC on Omi and Youji's part. Aya and Ken (maybe even the SK boys??) should be making an appearence. Enjoy!

"HURT myself? What makes you think I did this on purpose?!" The confused man pointed to his injured skull, where the wraps seemed to tighten around his head with every word, making Youji sink deeper into the hospital bed. "C'mon Youji, We aren't stupid. Me and Aya both saw the pills, the blades, even drugs." With a small grunt of dissaproval, Omi stood up out of the chair he was sitting in, and began to slowly stalk towards the bed-ridden male. "If this is about Asuka...--" The young boy started, eyeing Youji sternly, before he was interrupted by an icey glare. Youji Kudou was sitting up in bed, fists clenched tightly at his sides, forest-green eyes sending daggers into oceanic blue ones. "I'd never...ever.. blame Asuka.... for my mistakes." "Honestly Youji--You're so depressed we don't know what to do with you!" Omi matched his gaze, glares locking on eachother. Suprisingly, the hospital didnt blow up from the glare-fest, But Youji was struck with one hell of a headache. "You don't have to do anything with me. I'm no child, I can run my own life, kid." Youji's voice was harsh as he pulled the blankets around his shoulders, only the back of his head showing as he buried his face in the remaining pillow. "Hmph..." Omi crossed his arms over his chest in anger, glaring for a few seconds more, before deciding to leave the man to rest.

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Walking down the polluted street, Omi frowned. Stupid adults....Stupid Youji......Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Youji... He kept repeating in his head with every rythmic step he took, the sound of his black runners heard on the pavement. The world was so damn annoying to the boy right now, and the last thing he wanted to see was Aya, Ken, or any of the-- --Schwarz Boys. Straight ahead. Omi groaned. He was in no mood to go into an epic war on his own. Especially now. Of all times. He just hoped the boys were in a good mood. Omi continued to walk towards the men, hands in his jacket pockets as his rythmic steps quickened. Rum-ple-Stiltz-ken, Rum-ple-Stilz-ken... He repeated under his breath, to the rythym his feet hit the sidewalk. Upon arriving near the men, A loud cry was heard. Omi couldn't help but hold his breath, in fear of being heard. Schuldig and Nagi stood outside of an empty gift shop, annoyance clear on their usually calm faces. The red haired man spoke into the shop angrily; "Just hurry the fuck up already....." An exasperated sigh escaped him, as Omi had quickly hidden behind a nearby lamp post, not quite enough to hide him, but it was a fair distance away, so he could still hear them talk. He could also see into the empty room. There, standing upright and inside the empty store, the infamous Farfarello was, with a sinister smirk on his twisted face, Amber-hued eyes glinted with evil as he, himself, held back laughter, at some unknown thing which happened in his mind. "That'll work." Omi gasped suddenly, backing away as Schuldig's dark eyes had caught sight of the boy. Crawford nodded, tapping one finger against his lips in contemplation, studying the way Farfarello is gently swaying back and forth as if moving to a sound only he can hear. He hadn't noticed Schuldig's find, silently to himself wishing he had that play-boy weiss kreuz fiend... or something to lure him into the trap. Nagi's face was its usual blank, and calm expression, while he motioned towards Schuldig, and the now captive Omi. "Kitty cat," Farfarello said, grinning. Crawford's chocolate brown eyes glinted, as he ignored the Irish Man's comment, advancing on the boy. The eyebrow over Farfarello's eyepatch raised in amusement, twisted thoughts forming in his polluted mind. A/N: That was even weirder, Schwarz is doing there best for the 'scheme' this time. Stay tuned. o_O; R/R....?