Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss.
A/N: Heh, that was fun. Any ways, if you like JT you'll probably like this chapter. Have fun! (Nothing much to say right now)
Chapter 11: Mine
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Ken, Aya and Youji looked on from the darkened doorway. Omi was sitting in the chair by the bed, staring down at the still figure in it. It had been one long, miserable day. The shop had been closed and they had spent the whole day listening to the doctors from Kritiker explain the situation. Omi had lost it pretty quickly, so he had remained up in the boy's room, rather than hear any of this.
Aya's violet eyes firmed themselves from years of practice. He had looked at the child when he had a moment alone. All of the wires and tubes, the beeping machines and the still figure, it all reminded him so much of his little sister.
He glanced over to Omi. He had sat, watching over his child since they had gotten back. He hadn't eaten anything yet, which panicked the others. Sighing quietly, so as not to disturb the distraught parent, he thought back to what happened.
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"JT! JT! Wake up! You can't die, not here! Not here! Please, wake up!"
Omi held his child, crying into his soft hair. The teen was so limp and lifeless it was a bit disturbing to watch. But either way, it was still his only child and now he was dead, or...he was so still.
The blue eyed blonde had looked around wildly, his panic clear. Yes, this was a familiar place to them, as well the situation. This was the park where his sister had been killed, this was where the Irish freak had taken her life away, and now he had done it again, but this time to his son.
His breathing hitched and suddenly he couldn't get enough air. Hyperventilation, his own coping mechanism. It didn't really do him any good, Youji had pulled up the car and Aya had grabbed him and Ken JT. They had sped as fast as they could and when they arrived a medical team was already swarming their shop.
It had been a bit too much to handle so the blonde had just wandered upstairs and sat on the bed he had slept in before, staring up at the same crack his son did. Not this again, why did there always have to be such pain in their lives? It just wasn't fair, it was never fair. He had only gotten to spend a day with him...
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Ken looked to his friend, watching over his son. This must bring back memories, he thought. Shaking his head gloomily we turned and walked down the hall to his room. He didn't want to see this, he wanted to see the perky teen running about the house, yelling and laughing, not lying so still and lifeless in bed. And what about poor Omi? He was in a trance...Now there was nothing any of them could do to get to him.
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The beeping, a constant reminder of the situation at hand. Omi flinched at every loud noise. His son was lying by his side, breath artificially forced in and out. They had been told there was little hope, and even if he did wake up he may not be able to walk ever again, but that was a pretty big 'if'.
He cringed, gently brushing the young boy's hair. He looked up alarmed when he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he saw it was only Youji he relaxed. There was no real reason why he was so jumpy and tense, he just was. Given the circumstances he was taking it relatively well.
The older man stopped by his side, looking down at the same lifeless body. He frowned, then lowered his head, taking out a cigarette.
"It's a miracle he's still alive." He said softly, knowing very well that the other didn't want to hear this.
"Yes..." Came the reply.
He tried again. "We'll get Schwartz back for this. Our revenge will be much worse."
"I don't want revenge."
Youji looked up at that. He stared at the smaller blonde and folded his arms.
"What did you say?"
"I said 'I don't want revenge'...I want my son."
"You mean, you don't want to get them back for this? How could you not?! They tried to kill us! They tried to kill JT! The only reason he's still alive is because we got him hooked up to these machines fast enough! The chances of him ever waking up are slim to none and you say you don't want revenge?!"
Omi turned his sad blue eyes to his friend. Youji gulped, had he really just said that?
"Revenge does nothing for the soul, but I don't care about my soul, I care about my son. He's the only thing in this world that I can ever truly call my own, he is mine."
"Mine?" Youji repeated.
"Mine. Nothing was ever mine, not my life, my family, nothing, but he is. JT is mine, in all ways. But now...what if he dies? What if he doesn't wake up? Will he still be mine? He would be mine in a lost sense but not mine in the way he is now, or, was. I have nothing again, Youji. Nothing. So what good would revenge do? I would still have this pain, I would still have nothing."
The last bits of ash fell from the cigarette onto the floor. The man stood, thinking and staring, turning his friend's words over in his mind. Giving up after five minutes he sighed.
"I just think you should do something about it rather than just sit and wait for another miracle. I'll leave you alone now, but just think about it, JT won't come back, Omi, not now. Give up on him and go after the problem."
As he reached the doorway a cold voice brought his attention back.
"No, Youji, I will never give up on my son. He is mine, and who ever did this to him will get what they deserve. Justice is always like that."
At first he was surprised by the boy's cold tenor, but then he smirked at it. Bowing his head as a farewell he left the room and went towards his own.
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Was life always like this? Was it always so hectic and they hadn't noticed it until now? It couldn't be, nothing could be this hard for so long. The rooms were quiet but the shop buzzed, the laughter was there, but it wasn't a boy's, there were smiling faces, but it wasn't his. There was cheer, but not from any of them. No, it was nothing like this before, now it was just a dark shadow of what had been previously.
It had been a terribly long week. Far too long, they all needed a vacation. Alas with the current events one could not be scheduled.
Omi sat, looking down at the boy. He hadn't moved at all, not a flinch or a sound. Maybe Youji was right; he wasn't going to wake up, he was as good as gone. Damn it, was that fair?
The sun was dancing around the boy's face, illuminating the radiance of him. What was it like for him? Was he suffering too? Did he even know what was happening? No, probably not, he was probably dreaming. But, then again, maybe he wasn't dreaming, maybe he wasn't even awake. Maybe he wasn't even alive, mentally.
Just as he was about to get up and have a stretch Ken came in. He frowned at the sight of his soccer-playing friend. Forcing himself to look and smile he fought off the urge to tell him to leave.
"Hi, Ken." He greeted. He got no response. "Ken?"
"...We have a slight problem." The brown haired man stated.
"Oh? Another one? What is it?"
"Its Aya, he's really upset. I don't know for sure what's wrong but I think this all is reminding him of what he went through with his sister. We're falling apart Omi, what should we do?"
"Why are you asking me?"
Ken shifted. "You've been by his side for all this time, can you tell, as a parent and watcher, will he wake up again? Will he even live? I-I want to know."
Omi looked to the floor, staring hard. That was the one thing he didn't want to think about, the thing he had been avoiding. Shedding a few tears as he was forced to think he looked back up and steeled himself.
"I don't know if he'll die or if he'll get better, but if the worst does occur then there's only one thing we can do."
"What is it?" The elder asked, breathless.
The distraught father gritted his teeth as he spoke. "First, we die, then we pick up the pieces and move on."
Ken stood, shocked at the words. Could Omi possibly mean that? Could he so easily face the fact that his son may die and then just move on? No, he was just being strong. It was murdering them all, he knew it was. Nodding his head he turned and left to go and be alone. He had no more energy to speak with the others.
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Aya watched, coldly, after the falling rain. It seemed like the world was sharing in on their pain. He sighed, turning away and sitting on his bed, in the dark. He lay down, hoping that for once a peaceful sleep would come and take him, but that was denied when the door creaked open. Sitting up he was startled to see the person standing there.
"JT?"
"JT? No, Aya, its me, Omi."
The red head started. Of course it was Omi, how could he ever mistake it? He knew very well that the teen was now 'asleep' in the next room. Shaking his head and frowning he laid back down.
"Do you want something?" he asked.
Omi came to him and touched his hand. "Its okay, it's not so bad."
The man jolted back up.
"Not so bad? Not so bad?! How is this 'not so bad'?! Please, just explain to me, briefly, how any of this is okay! Have you finally flipped your lid?! You know better than anyone else does that this is not 'okay'! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The father of the said person flinched. Aya had changed, he recognized that fact, but his old ways still peaked through, but still, they all needed to be given a little leeway.
"It will be okay, because even if he doesn't wake up he'll still be here, and we'll still be able to be with him. And if he doesn't live then we'll know he's in a better place, waiting for us. So try not to worry, I know we'll be all right in the end."
The softly spoken words made the livid elder pause. He knew, from personal experience, that Omi was merely disillusioning himself, but maybe he did have a point. Calming his rage he shut his mouth and closed his eyes.
"Go away, Omi, I just need some time alone."
The younger tried to say more but was cut off.
"I said go away. Please."
Sensing just how futile his hopes were Omi nodded his head, then turned to leave. He glanced back once and thought, for a split second, he saw Aya crying.
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It was sunny again, a beautiful day like each other that always ended with bad rain. The three men dawdled around the shared apartment, doing little things to keep themselves occupied. To their surprise around 9 o'clock Omi came down to join them for breakfast. He looked happier than he had before, and a bit healthier.
"How are you?" Ken asked, concerned.
"I'm fine." He replied. "It was just so nice out this morning I couldn't help but come down. I do need to eat, any ways. So, what's for breakfast?"
Youji came to stand beside Ken and smiled. "Omelets, Youji style. How do you want yours?"
Omi flinched. "Not 'Youji style'."
"Hey!"
For the first time a feeling of joy and ease slipped over all four adults. It had been far too long and their hope had already left them, so now it was time to move on through the stages of loss. It was time for closure.
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It was a surprise to all; it hadn't rained that night. As a matter of fact the weather was so warm that they decided to all go for a walk. JT was securely locked away in his room, where no one could get to him. As they walked around the park they talked lightly, laughing every now and then about the past.
After some time Ken and Youji were ready to leave, and Aya had no preference, so he'd just go with the flow. Omi took in a deep breath, then let it out.
"I'm just going to wander around a bit more, I'll see you guys back at the shop, okay?"
At first the others were reluctant to go, but they left as soon as he had said he needed some 'time alone'.
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The moon was a beautiful full pearl, and the black clouds rolled by it. As he walked the park Omi marveled at its beauty. He had left the others hours ago but still had no desire to go back yet. No, being away from the problem seemed to be best for dealing with the stress. His pace had slowed and as he turned a bend he was stopped in his tracks at who he saw.
"Schwartz..."
In truth it was only the brown haired youth Nagi, but he was still a part of Schwartz.
"Good evening Bombay."
Omi flared up. "What are you doing here!? You have no right to be here! Get out of my sight! Now! Before I have to hurt you!"
The enemy simply smiled and approached closer. Omi flinched, but made no attempt to flee. In all his imprisonment by Schwartz Nagi had been the kindest and had never tried to pose any threat to him. In some twisted way he trusted him.
"I don't mean you any harm, I simply want to know. Is your son well?"
The blonde didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to take this guy seriously? Or was it a sick joke? His eyes suddenly sadden in realization.
"No, he isn't well. He's a vegetable. They said we might as well pull the plug from the machines."
That brought about a small turn of silence. When he was suddenly embraced Omi looked back up.
"What-?!"
He was released.
"I'm sorry about your son. I had no idea they planned on doing something like that. But I can help you. If you let me see him I may be able to reverse what has happened. I may not be able to cure any disabilities, but I can draw him back from his stupor."
Now this was a real odd position. Help from the enemy? Was he serious?
Deciding he had nothing else to lose, even if it was against his better judgment, Omi nodded his head and took the others hand.
Before they started walking, though, he had one more thing to say. "But if you even think of double crossing me and are using my pain into your advantage then I swear you will regret it. I swear it by my son's soul."
Nagi gasped. "I just want to help."
"Promises, promises."
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It had taken along while to get the others to agree to let Nagi come in and see JT. When they finally did agree it was with great reluctance and they were now following them around like flies to a horse.
Omi had groaned about it but Nagi, surprisingly, had no problem with it. He had apparently been anticipating it. With good reason.
When they entered the room that the teen was laying in it was pitch black, lit only by the few lights of the machines. When they opened the door light flooded in, allowing things to be seen. They walked over to the bed, where Omi sat and Nagi simply stared at the child, assessing him.
When he finished he frowned a bit. "He's not completely lost, but very far away. His mind is trapped in a dark place and wants to be let out."
"And you can do that, right?" Youji asked, leaning over his shoulder.
"Of course."
Pushing the older blonde Weiss member off of himself Nagi shut his eyes and lifted his hand up and placed it on JT's forehead. He concentrated all possible energy into this task. For minutes he stood, channeling energy, trying to draw JT away from 'the dark place'. When he finally opened his eyes the other four held their breath.
"It's done." He said shortly.
Before a million questions could be thrown at him a movement caught their eyes. Had JT just moved his hand? He had! The room was filled with a hushed silence as the slumbering child slowly pulled himself from his dream world. In what seemed like slow motion the beautiful familiar aqua eyes opened, clouded at first, then with great color and shine to them.
He turned his head slowly back and forth, looking at each of them long enough. Their faces must have held a strange expression, muck like shocked joy, where as the first words out of his mouth were,
"Uncle Ken? Uncle Youji? Aya? Daddy? What's wrong? I was only taking a nap. You wouldn't believe some of the things I had dreamt."
In a split second four grown men were atop the boy, hugging and kissing him merrily. Taking it as his time to leave Nagi waved at Omi, who waved back, then went back to cuddling his child, and left.
~TBC
Yay! Another chapter! Uhm, how to say this, I got a job! They have me work 4 hours a day, four days a week, so I may have to slow down production of chapters more, since now I gotta pay more attention to school work! But I will make the story! Oh, I keep on forgetting to add this, JT's name. Rage, I was inspired actually by the movie 'the Rage: Carrie 2'. Don't know why, I just saw the commercial and she was throwing things around with her powers and I thought it was cool. And Kinda practical, in a 'sorta, not really' way. Any ways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, next one, Schwartz finds out about Nagi helping Weiss and is JT able to walk now?
A/N: Heh, that was fun. Any ways, if you like JT you'll probably like this chapter. Have fun! (Nothing much to say right now)
Chapter 11: Mine
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Ken, Aya and Youji looked on from the darkened doorway. Omi was sitting in the chair by the bed, staring down at the still figure in it. It had been one long, miserable day. The shop had been closed and they had spent the whole day listening to the doctors from Kritiker explain the situation. Omi had lost it pretty quickly, so he had remained up in the boy's room, rather than hear any of this.
Aya's violet eyes firmed themselves from years of practice. He had looked at the child when he had a moment alone. All of the wires and tubes, the beeping machines and the still figure, it all reminded him so much of his little sister.
He glanced over to Omi. He had sat, watching over his child since they had gotten back. He hadn't eaten anything yet, which panicked the others. Sighing quietly, so as not to disturb the distraught parent, he thought back to what happened.
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"JT! JT! Wake up! You can't die, not here! Not here! Please, wake up!"
Omi held his child, crying into his soft hair. The teen was so limp and lifeless it was a bit disturbing to watch. But either way, it was still his only child and now he was dead, or...he was so still.
The blue eyed blonde had looked around wildly, his panic clear. Yes, this was a familiar place to them, as well the situation. This was the park where his sister had been killed, this was where the Irish freak had taken her life away, and now he had done it again, but this time to his son.
His breathing hitched and suddenly he couldn't get enough air. Hyperventilation, his own coping mechanism. It didn't really do him any good, Youji had pulled up the car and Aya had grabbed him and Ken JT. They had sped as fast as they could and when they arrived a medical team was already swarming their shop.
It had been a bit too much to handle so the blonde had just wandered upstairs and sat on the bed he had slept in before, staring up at the same crack his son did. Not this again, why did there always have to be such pain in their lives? It just wasn't fair, it was never fair. He had only gotten to spend a day with him...
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Ken looked to his friend, watching over his son. This must bring back memories, he thought. Shaking his head gloomily we turned and walked down the hall to his room. He didn't want to see this, he wanted to see the perky teen running about the house, yelling and laughing, not lying so still and lifeless in bed. And what about poor Omi? He was in a trance...Now there was nothing any of them could do to get to him.
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The beeping, a constant reminder of the situation at hand. Omi flinched at every loud noise. His son was lying by his side, breath artificially forced in and out. They had been told there was little hope, and even if he did wake up he may not be able to walk ever again, but that was a pretty big 'if'.
He cringed, gently brushing the young boy's hair. He looked up alarmed when he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he saw it was only Youji he relaxed. There was no real reason why he was so jumpy and tense, he just was. Given the circumstances he was taking it relatively well.
The older man stopped by his side, looking down at the same lifeless body. He frowned, then lowered his head, taking out a cigarette.
"It's a miracle he's still alive." He said softly, knowing very well that the other didn't want to hear this.
"Yes..." Came the reply.
He tried again. "We'll get Schwartz back for this. Our revenge will be much worse."
"I don't want revenge."
Youji looked up at that. He stared at the smaller blonde and folded his arms.
"What did you say?"
"I said 'I don't want revenge'...I want my son."
"You mean, you don't want to get them back for this? How could you not?! They tried to kill us! They tried to kill JT! The only reason he's still alive is because we got him hooked up to these machines fast enough! The chances of him ever waking up are slim to none and you say you don't want revenge?!"
Omi turned his sad blue eyes to his friend. Youji gulped, had he really just said that?
"Revenge does nothing for the soul, but I don't care about my soul, I care about my son. He's the only thing in this world that I can ever truly call my own, he is mine."
"Mine?" Youji repeated.
"Mine. Nothing was ever mine, not my life, my family, nothing, but he is. JT is mine, in all ways. But now...what if he dies? What if he doesn't wake up? Will he still be mine? He would be mine in a lost sense but not mine in the way he is now, or, was. I have nothing again, Youji. Nothing. So what good would revenge do? I would still have this pain, I would still have nothing."
The last bits of ash fell from the cigarette onto the floor. The man stood, thinking and staring, turning his friend's words over in his mind. Giving up after five minutes he sighed.
"I just think you should do something about it rather than just sit and wait for another miracle. I'll leave you alone now, but just think about it, JT won't come back, Omi, not now. Give up on him and go after the problem."
As he reached the doorway a cold voice brought his attention back.
"No, Youji, I will never give up on my son. He is mine, and who ever did this to him will get what they deserve. Justice is always like that."
At first he was surprised by the boy's cold tenor, but then he smirked at it. Bowing his head as a farewell he left the room and went towards his own.
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Was life always like this? Was it always so hectic and they hadn't noticed it until now? It couldn't be, nothing could be this hard for so long. The rooms were quiet but the shop buzzed, the laughter was there, but it wasn't a boy's, there were smiling faces, but it wasn't his. There was cheer, but not from any of them. No, it was nothing like this before, now it was just a dark shadow of what had been previously.
It had been a terribly long week. Far too long, they all needed a vacation. Alas with the current events one could not be scheduled.
Omi sat, looking down at the boy. He hadn't moved at all, not a flinch or a sound. Maybe Youji was right; he wasn't going to wake up, he was as good as gone. Damn it, was that fair?
The sun was dancing around the boy's face, illuminating the radiance of him. What was it like for him? Was he suffering too? Did he even know what was happening? No, probably not, he was probably dreaming. But, then again, maybe he wasn't dreaming, maybe he wasn't even awake. Maybe he wasn't even alive, mentally.
Just as he was about to get up and have a stretch Ken came in. He frowned at the sight of his soccer-playing friend. Forcing himself to look and smile he fought off the urge to tell him to leave.
"Hi, Ken." He greeted. He got no response. "Ken?"
"...We have a slight problem." The brown haired man stated.
"Oh? Another one? What is it?"
"Its Aya, he's really upset. I don't know for sure what's wrong but I think this all is reminding him of what he went through with his sister. We're falling apart Omi, what should we do?"
"Why are you asking me?"
Ken shifted. "You've been by his side for all this time, can you tell, as a parent and watcher, will he wake up again? Will he even live? I-I want to know."
Omi looked to the floor, staring hard. That was the one thing he didn't want to think about, the thing he had been avoiding. Shedding a few tears as he was forced to think he looked back up and steeled himself.
"I don't know if he'll die or if he'll get better, but if the worst does occur then there's only one thing we can do."
"What is it?" The elder asked, breathless.
The distraught father gritted his teeth as he spoke. "First, we die, then we pick up the pieces and move on."
Ken stood, shocked at the words. Could Omi possibly mean that? Could he so easily face the fact that his son may die and then just move on? No, he was just being strong. It was murdering them all, he knew it was. Nodding his head he turned and left to go and be alone. He had no more energy to speak with the others.
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Aya watched, coldly, after the falling rain. It seemed like the world was sharing in on their pain. He sighed, turning away and sitting on his bed, in the dark. He lay down, hoping that for once a peaceful sleep would come and take him, but that was denied when the door creaked open. Sitting up he was startled to see the person standing there.
"JT?"
"JT? No, Aya, its me, Omi."
The red head started. Of course it was Omi, how could he ever mistake it? He knew very well that the teen was now 'asleep' in the next room. Shaking his head and frowning he laid back down.
"Do you want something?" he asked.
Omi came to him and touched his hand. "Its okay, it's not so bad."
The man jolted back up.
"Not so bad? Not so bad?! How is this 'not so bad'?! Please, just explain to me, briefly, how any of this is okay! Have you finally flipped your lid?! You know better than anyone else does that this is not 'okay'! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The father of the said person flinched. Aya had changed, he recognized that fact, but his old ways still peaked through, but still, they all needed to be given a little leeway.
"It will be okay, because even if he doesn't wake up he'll still be here, and we'll still be able to be with him. And if he doesn't live then we'll know he's in a better place, waiting for us. So try not to worry, I know we'll be all right in the end."
The softly spoken words made the livid elder pause. He knew, from personal experience, that Omi was merely disillusioning himself, but maybe he did have a point. Calming his rage he shut his mouth and closed his eyes.
"Go away, Omi, I just need some time alone."
The younger tried to say more but was cut off.
"I said go away. Please."
Sensing just how futile his hopes were Omi nodded his head, then turned to leave. He glanced back once and thought, for a split second, he saw Aya crying.
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It was sunny again, a beautiful day like each other that always ended with bad rain. The three men dawdled around the shared apartment, doing little things to keep themselves occupied. To their surprise around 9 o'clock Omi came down to join them for breakfast. He looked happier than he had before, and a bit healthier.
"How are you?" Ken asked, concerned.
"I'm fine." He replied. "It was just so nice out this morning I couldn't help but come down. I do need to eat, any ways. So, what's for breakfast?"
Youji came to stand beside Ken and smiled. "Omelets, Youji style. How do you want yours?"
Omi flinched. "Not 'Youji style'."
"Hey!"
For the first time a feeling of joy and ease slipped over all four adults. It had been far too long and their hope had already left them, so now it was time to move on through the stages of loss. It was time for closure.
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It was a surprise to all; it hadn't rained that night. As a matter of fact the weather was so warm that they decided to all go for a walk. JT was securely locked away in his room, where no one could get to him. As they walked around the park they talked lightly, laughing every now and then about the past.
After some time Ken and Youji were ready to leave, and Aya had no preference, so he'd just go with the flow. Omi took in a deep breath, then let it out.
"I'm just going to wander around a bit more, I'll see you guys back at the shop, okay?"
At first the others were reluctant to go, but they left as soon as he had said he needed some 'time alone'.
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The moon was a beautiful full pearl, and the black clouds rolled by it. As he walked the park Omi marveled at its beauty. He had left the others hours ago but still had no desire to go back yet. No, being away from the problem seemed to be best for dealing with the stress. His pace had slowed and as he turned a bend he was stopped in his tracks at who he saw.
"Schwartz..."
In truth it was only the brown haired youth Nagi, but he was still a part of Schwartz.
"Good evening Bombay."
Omi flared up. "What are you doing here!? You have no right to be here! Get out of my sight! Now! Before I have to hurt you!"
The enemy simply smiled and approached closer. Omi flinched, but made no attempt to flee. In all his imprisonment by Schwartz Nagi had been the kindest and had never tried to pose any threat to him. In some twisted way he trusted him.
"I don't mean you any harm, I simply want to know. Is your son well?"
The blonde didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to take this guy seriously? Or was it a sick joke? His eyes suddenly sadden in realization.
"No, he isn't well. He's a vegetable. They said we might as well pull the plug from the machines."
That brought about a small turn of silence. When he was suddenly embraced Omi looked back up.
"What-?!"
He was released.
"I'm sorry about your son. I had no idea they planned on doing something like that. But I can help you. If you let me see him I may be able to reverse what has happened. I may not be able to cure any disabilities, but I can draw him back from his stupor."
Now this was a real odd position. Help from the enemy? Was he serious?
Deciding he had nothing else to lose, even if it was against his better judgment, Omi nodded his head and took the others hand.
Before they started walking, though, he had one more thing to say. "But if you even think of double crossing me and are using my pain into your advantage then I swear you will regret it. I swear it by my son's soul."
Nagi gasped. "I just want to help."
"Promises, promises."
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It had taken along while to get the others to agree to let Nagi come in and see JT. When they finally did agree it was with great reluctance and they were now following them around like flies to a horse.
Omi had groaned about it but Nagi, surprisingly, had no problem with it. He had apparently been anticipating it. With good reason.
When they entered the room that the teen was laying in it was pitch black, lit only by the few lights of the machines. When they opened the door light flooded in, allowing things to be seen. They walked over to the bed, where Omi sat and Nagi simply stared at the child, assessing him.
When he finished he frowned a bit. "He's not completely lost, but very far away. His mind is trapped in a dark place and wants to be let out."
"And you can do that, right?" Youji asked, leaning over his shoulder.
"Of course."
Pushing the older blonde Weiss member off of himself Nagi shut his eyes and lifted his hand up and placed it on JT's forehead. He concentrated all possible energy into this task. For minutes he stood, channeling energy, trying to draw JT away from 'the dark place'. When he finally opened his eyes the other four held their breath.
"It's done." He said shortly.
Before a million questions could be thrown at him a movement caught their eyes. Had JT just moved his hand? He had! The room was filled with a hushed silence as the slumbering child slowly pulled himself from his dream world. In what seemed like slow motion the beautiful familiar aqua eyes opened, clouded at first, then with great color and shine to them.
He turned his head slowly back and forth, looking at each of them long enough. Their faces must have held a strange expression, muck like shocked joy, where as the first words out of his mouth were,
"Uncle Ken? Uncle Youji? Aya? Daddy? What's wrong? I was only taking a nap. You wouldn't believe some of the things I had dreamt."
In a split second four grown men were atop the boy, hugging and kissing him merrily. Taking it as his time to leave Nagi waved at Omi, who waved back, then went back to cuddling his child, and left.
~TBC
Yay! Another chapter! Uhm, how to say this, I got a job! They have me work 4 hours a day, four days a week, so I may have to slow down production of chapters more, since now I gotta pay more attention to school work! But I will make the story! Oh, I keep on forgetting to add this, JT's name. Rage, I was inspired actually by the movie 'the Rage: Carrie 2'. Don't know why, I just saw the commercial and she was throwing things around with her powers and I thought it was cool. And Kinda practical, in a 'sorta, not really' way. Any ways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, next one, Schwartz finds out about Nagi helping Weiss and is JT able to walk now?