Mercy
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By: Ryoko
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Track 00:04:00
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"Damn it. Morning already? How long have I been GONE?" The blonde looked up at the sky, finding darker clouds, threatening him, overhead. "Rain? Aww!" Guess I couldn't have asked for better weather for such a gloomy situation, huh? He mentally kicked himself, looking around at where he actually was.
First of all, he was on the main street, which was starting to fill with people and cars, so he'd have to get off of it soon. And, if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty close to the Kyoto line…once over that there would definitely be a place to stop and sleep for the day.
Hearing the first car of the day come roaring down the street behind him, he dove into an alley, waiting until the car had passed. It wasn't Yohji's or Aya's…thank GOD.
The boy sighed softly, glancing down the pathway. This wasn't such a good idea…but at least it'll make em MISS me…I hope…maybe this'll get me some respect.
Without second thoughts, he trotted down the alley toward an open door. Peering in, he saw nothing but rusting old trailer parts, and a lot of open, molding or otherwise, disintegrating wooden crates. They were fairly large, and would probably offer SOME sort of a bed or something to sleep on for the time being.
Assuming it was only an abandoned warehouse, he let himself in, closing and locking the iron door behind him.
A sudden chill ran through his spine, making him shiver as he searched for a way around the trash on the floor. It's COLD in here…maybe I should've brought a coat or something…geez Omi! You baka. Holding his arms as he stepped over a rusting hubcap, the teenager glanced upward toward at the top of a, fairly intact, wooden crate. It was the closest one to the window, so it would offer SOME warmth.
Struggling not to make any loud sounds, Omi crawled onto a smaller box and got a good grip on the crate he was aiming for. Hoisting himself up, he froze, seeing something rather large on top of the box.
Being extra silent, the blonde inched closer, able to identify the shadow as a person, but also a smaller person than himself. Leaning over, he was greeted with a rather cold handgun shoved at his forehead.
"Don't MOVE." The shadow whispered, leaning over and sitting up strait to face him. He did as he was told, since HE was the one that was unarmed.
"Calm down, I'm not here to-"
Shut up!
"Huh?"
Yeah, that's right. I'm a telepath. So don't even THINK about doing anything stupid. Because I can see it as CLEARLY as YOU can.
"Hey! Calm down!" Omi raised his hands in submission. "I was just looking for a place to sleep. I didn't mean to disturb you. I didn't know anyone was IN here. I thought this place was abandoned!"
Forget it. The gun was eased down, back to the top of the wooden box. You aren't WORTH my bullets. The person finally let moved enough to let Omi see him in the light of the window. It was another teenager, a younger one, maybe his age-ish, short brown hair, and beautiful dark blue-green eyes. He was very thin, underfed looking, and the clothes he wore looked a little too big.
What are YOU staring at?" the stranger looked up, noticing that Omi would stop gawking at him. "If you're going to try and rape me, then go ahead. I'll make SURE to kill you.
"Eh?" the blonde felt as if he'd fall over dead at that remark. "I'm not a damn pervert!" he growled in the boy's face.
"I can see that. You aren't dressed like one. And you're too young anyway."
"Gah! AGAIN with the KID crap! Knock it off!"
"What'd I do?"
"Oh…oops…sorry…I didn't mean to fly off the handle again, like that."
"I didn't call you a kid. So do bark at me, or I'll start call you a PUPPY."
"You do…you DIE." Omi was finally relaxing, especially since, now, the gun was on the crate and not at his head. "So…you a runaway?"
"Maybe."
"I am…"
The telepath studied the boy's mind for a second, seeing the reason why he'd run away. "You wanted to declare your own independence."
"Huh? How'd you…sorry…I forgot…you're a telepath…you can SEE those things…"
"That's a HELL of a lot more noble than the reason I ran away."
"Hn?"
"I couldn't take it anymore. I was at my breaking point…and if I'd stayed there any longer, I would've snapped."
"I'm sorry." The older teenager looked away, staring blankly out the window far head of them on the other side of the warehouse. "So…what's your name?"
"Nagi."
"Nice to meet you. The name's Omi." He smiled slightly, reaching out his hand. Nagi blinked dumbly, forgetting for a moment just how to shake hands with someone.
Both sighed heavily, skipping through their own thoughts for a few moments.
"How long have you been gone?" Omi interrupted, once again starting with the interrogation.
"I left last night…not too long ago."
"Same here." He smiled to himself. "So I guess I'm not all alone in this after all."
"I'm not going to stick around with you, if that's what you think."
"Hn?"
"I don't want to stay here with you. I'm leaving as soon as the sun goes down."
"So am I. Why don't we just…stick together anyway?"
"Nope." He looked away, raking a hand through his hair to brush it out of his face. "I'm going it alone."
"Fine…" he grumbled, studying Nagi again in secrecy. "So…what were you doing…before I came here?"
"Until you came in, I was sleeping, pretty soundly. All the noise you were making woke me up."
"Well sor-ry for being human." The blonde said sarcastically, leaning back against the wall and tilting his head to the side. "If you wanna go back to sleep, go ahead. I am, so it'll be quiet." Just as he finished his sentence, he shivered again. "Damn it's cold in here."
Nagi smirked, removing his coat and moving closer to the other boy. "You didn't prepare to thoroughly, Omi. Here. It's pretty warm underneath it." He sighed, handing the jacket over. He inched his body closer until both of their arms were touching, and pulled a little of the coat over himself.
Sitting next to this stranger, Nagi seemed to calm down and ease into sleep a lot faster than before, still holding the gun at his side. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to stick with this guy for a while…after all…he WAS pretty comfortable…and warm too. (^_^; That's our Omi-Kun!)
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