Omi
He looked around the halls, though he wished he didn't have to hide, he walked around the halls and then it started. Leaning against the wall he was coughing holding a rag to his mouth. His throat was pained, it was all Shriet's fault, he thought about that time. He saw Aya looking into the hall. "Do you need anything, Aya-kun?" Omi blinked looking up at him.
"Omi, are you alright?" Aya was looking at him.
"I'm fine," Omi put on a fake smile and walked down the hall to his room.
**
Shutting the door behind him, Omi sat down on his bed, he brought out the magazine he hid in his shirt and then looks around the room. I hate being the innocent one, he thought and opened the magazine, he had sneaked into Yohji's room and grabbed one of the porn magazines.
Omi did have to admire Yohji's suave appearance to the girls, while all the other older girls treated him like the cute baby brother. He would watch Yohji blow kisses to some of the girls and he would rolls his eyes and look the other way.
I suppose I'm not daring enough, he thought, he flipped through the pages and came to the nude pictures. Staring at them for a few minutes, he sighed feeling the same pull as before, he closed the magazine. It is wrong, he whispered into his mind. I should put it back.
When Weiss was formed when Omi was fifteen, this was his first team, he had spent most of his childhood being shuttled between Kritiker agents. He never had a real home or people who said they cared for him. He knew for sure that being an assassin was a lonely life, but he chose it.
He went back to Yohji's room putting the magazine back and looked around the empty room. He knew the older man wouldn't be done with Aya's shift for at least another four hours.
Omi was in awe at how risky it was to be in here, if Aya had caught him, he would be in big trouble. The rules of the house were simple, no one was allowed in each other's room unless asked.
**
Leaving the room, Omi looked across the living room and found Ken sitting watching soccer. Why do you always watch that video, Ken-kun? The world in Ken's heart was still when he was a J-League star.
When the Weiss were moving place to place inside their mobile home, Ken and Omi shared a room, and sometimes if it was dangerous to sleep on the top bunk, the two had to share a bed. Omi really didn't like Ken's sleeping habits of sleeping almost with his body hanging out of the bed.
Ken was like the big brother or the boy next door that all the parents just adored. Omi didn't really like that, but in truth Ken would protect him at the door of a hat.
Sometimes he's a different person, Omi would write in his journals, though his observations were only of what he thought the time was likes.
~Omi's Journal~
November 12 I suppose I should start with Ken-kun, I do wish I could skip it, but sometimes when I look at him there is a clear difference between teammate Ken-kun and co-worker Ken-kun I see him get this insane look in his eyes, like he is about to lose control.
Many times I am glad that Aya-kun is around to distract him, I know if Aya- kun were not around, Ken-kun would lose all sense of reality and kill everyone, even his teammates.
I have seen though Ken in a different light, he loves children, I saw the way he helped a little girl find her mother. He is caring and patient with a child, he would make a great father figure someday.
~End of entry~
Omi sighed and heard the sound of the television turning off, he was glad that Ken got bored and was going to do something else. "Omi, take your medication."
It was always about the medication; ever since it started Omi hadn't felt like himself. He wasn't a perky as he used to be.
**
Omi looked in on Aya who was sleeping soundly, he decided to take a break and just watch him. He liked Aya the most out of his teammates, Aya wasn't always bossy, and he never babied him.
The first time he saw Aya, he remembered that Birman brought him to the flower mobile. Aya was given a room by himself, the empty room that was where the computer was. Omi missed that mobile home.
"It is hard not to have a stable home, Omi," Aya told him one night.
From there, Omi thought he had someone to relate to, Aya was there when he need a shoulder to cry on, but when it was discovered about Omi's true name did Aya become more distant.
It was that heritage that he was scared of having, he didn't want to turn out like his father or uncle; he just wanted to be a normal teenager. Ouka, he thought and blinked staring down at a photograph on the side of his bed, he remembered that Ken took that picture almost a year ago; it had been a year since Ouka's death.
Tears filled Omi's eyes and he started to cry again thinking about the whole time he was with her that he never once told her he loved her. Being his sister, she was going to tell him everything about his family.
He looked around the halls, though he wished he didn't have to hide, he walked around the halls and then it started. Leaning against the wall he was coughing holding a rag to his mouth. His throat was pained, it was all Shriet's fault, he thought about that time. He saw Aya looking into the hall. "Do you need anything, Aya-kun?" Omi blinked looking up at him.
"Omi, are you alright?" Aya was looking at him.
"I'm fine," Omi put on a fake smile and walked down the hall to his room.
**
Shutting the door behind him, Omi sat down on his bed, he brought out the magazine he hid in his shirt and then looks around the room. I hate being the innocent one, he thought and opened the magazine, he had sneaked into Yohji's room and grabbed one of the porn magazines.
Omi did have to admire Yohji's suave appearance to the girls, while all the other older girls treated him like the cute baby brother. He would watch Yohji blow kisses to some of the girls and he would rolls his eyes and look the other way.
I suppose I'm not daring enough, he thought, he flipped through the pages and came to the nude pictures. Staring at them for a few minutes, he sighed feeling the same pull as before, he closed the magazine. It is wrong, he whispered into his mind. I should put it back.
When Weiss was formed when Omi was fifteen, this was his first team, he had spent most of his childhood being shuttled between Kritiker agents. He never had a real home or people who said they cared for him. He knew for sure that being an assassin was a lonely life, but he chose it.
He went back to Yohji's room putting the magazine back and looked around the empty room. He knew the older man wouldn't be done with Aya's shift for at least another four hours.
Omi was in awe at how risky it was to be in here, if Aya had caught him, he would be in big trouble. The rules of the house were simple, no one was allowed in each other's room unless asked.
**
Leaving the room, Omi looked across the living room and found Ken sitting watching soccer. Why do you always watch that video, Ken-kun? The world in Ken's heart was still when he was a J-League star.
When the Weiss were moving place to place inside their mobile home, Ken and Omi shared a room, and sometimes if it was dangerous to sleep on the top bunk, the two had to share a bed. Omi really didn't like Ken's sleeping habits of sleeping almost with his body hanging out of the bed.
Ken was like the big brother or the boy next door that all the parents just adored. Omi didn't really like that, but in truth Ken would protect him at the door of a hat.
Sometimes he's a different person, Omi would write in his journals, though his observations were only of what he thought the time was likes.
~Omi's Journal~
November 12 I suppose I should start with Ken-kun, I do wish I could skip it, but sometimes when I look at him there is a clear difference between teammate Ken-kun and co-worker Ken-kun I see him get this insane look in his eyes, like he is about to lose control.
Many times I am glad that Aya-kun is around to distract him, I know if Aya- kun were not around, Ken-kun would lose all sense of reality and kill everyone, even his teammates.
I have seen though Ken in a different light, he loves children, I saw the way he helped a little girl find her mother. He is caring and patient with a child, he would make a great father figure someday.
~End of entry~
Omi sighed and heard the sound of the television turning off, he was glad that Ken got bored and was going to do something else. "Omi, take your medication."
It was always about the medication; ever since it started Omi hadn't felt like himself. He wasn't a perky as he used to be.
**
Omi looked in on Aya who was sleeping soundly, he decided to take a break and just watch him. He liked Aya the most out of his teammates, Aya wasn't always bossy, and he never babied him.
The first time he saw Aya, he remembered that Birman brought him to the flower mobile. Aya was given a room by himself, the empty room that was where the computer was. Omi missed that mobile home.
"It is hard not to have a stable home, Omi," Aya told him one night.
From there, Omi thought he had someone to relate to, Aya was there when he need a shoulder to cry on, but when it was discovered about Omi's true name did Aya become more distant.
It was that heritage that he was scared of having, he didn't want to turn out like his father or uncle; he just wanted to be a normal teenager. Ouka, he thought and blinked staring down at a photograph on the side of his bed, he remembered that Ken took that picture almost a year ago; it had been a year since Ouka's death.
Tears filled Omi's eyes and he started to cry again thinking about the whole time he was with her that he never once told her he loved her. Being his sister, she was going to tell him everything about his family.