A/N: Yay! Three-day weekend! I'm excited. Except for the fact that
grades are now coming out...I hate that time of year. I know that I have
mostly "A's" and "B's" but it's that one "C" I'm afraid of. ::Cri:: Oh
well. Sorry I didn't post this chapter last Sunday, I was dying my hair
blue again. You have no idea how long it takes! Well, here's chapter
2...(The ending is a surprise! 0_~) Oh and to Lady Subaru, Inu-Yasha IS
MINE!
Return To Me
Chapter 2: Return
It hurt Aya, Yohji and Ken so badly to see their youngest member in so much pain. Yohji had been the only one who could get close enough to even *see* if Omi was still alive.
Ken wouldn't look in Omi's direction. No one could tell if Omi blamed Ken for Sakura's death or not, though it seemed that Ken blamed himself enough.
And Omi obviously believed that it was his own fault.
Aya was his normal self, for the most part. Ken and Yohji both knew that Aya was hurting, too, but their leader wouldn't show it.
Unfortunately, they still had to open the shop. Omi had hardly left his room sense Sakura had died. Even when he did, the last thing he would want to see was flowers. Many of Omi's school friends frequented Koneko, always asking where the teen was and if he would be all right.
Weiß could only say, "Don't worry, Omi's just sick, he'll be okay soon." Though they all knew that he would *not* be "alright" for quite some time.
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Yohji stood behind the counter, ringing out a young woman. He tried to flirt with her, but he just didn't feel up to it.
The chime sounded and a girl walked in. Her clothes were dirty and torn, and her very shortly cut hair, no longer then to her chin, was slightly curly, but for the most part, frizzy. It was dark brown with bleached highlights. Her icy colored eyes were clouded and shown with intense fear. She had cuts and bruises all over her exposed skin, and her right arm was in a makeshift sling. Yohji assumed that, when she was cleaned up, she would be a knockout, but right now, she looked as if she hadn't slept or eaten in days.
"Is this Koneko no Sumu Ie?!" She asked franticly, in a very small, yet strangely familiar voice.
"Yes," Aya said, "Is there something I can I can help you with?"
"I finally found it. I-where's Omi?!" She looked around, panicking, if possible, more then she already had been. "No! They couldn't have!"
"You know Omi?" Yohji asked, walking up.
"Mr. Kudou!" She screamed, and wrapped her good arm around him.
Yohji pulled away and stared at her. "Do I know you, miss?"
She stared back, looking slightly hurt. "Mr. Kudou, it's me! Ori Sakura!"
A/N: Okay, show of hands...who saw that coming? Yeah, yeah, I know. Kinda cheesy. But! I was rereading and I didn't thing I could leave her dead. Omi really would have committed suicide. So, she's alive! Sigh...please review!
Return To Me
Chapter 2: Return
It hurt Aya, Yohji and Ken so badly to see their youngest member in so much pain. Yohji had been the only one who could get close enough to even *see* if Omi was still alive.
Ken wouldn't look in Omi's direction. No one could tell if Omi blamed Ken for Sakura's death or not, though it seemed that Ken blamed himself enough.
And Omi obviously believed that it was his own fault.
Aya was his normal self, for the most part. Ken and Yohji both knew that Aya was hurting, too, but their leader wouldn't show it.
Unfortunately, they still had to open the shop. Omi had hardly left his room sense Sakura had died. Even when he did, the last thing he would want to see was flowers. Many of Omi's school friends frequented Koneko, always asking where the teen was and if he would be all right.
Weiß could only say, "Don't worry, Omi's just sick, he'll be okay soon." Though they all knew that he would *not* be "alright" for quite some time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yohji stood behind the counter, ringing out a young woman. He tried to flirt with her, but he just didn't feel up to it.
The chime sounded and a girl walked in. Her clothes were dirty and torn, and her very shortly cut hair, no longer then to her chin, was slightly curly, but for the most part, frizzy. It was dark brown with bleached highlights. Her icy colored eyes were clouded and shown with intense fear. She had cuts and bruises all over her exposed skin, and her right arm was in a makeshift sling. Yohji assumed that, when she was cleaned up, she would be a knockout, but right now, she looked as if she hadn't slept or eaten in days.
"Is this Koneko no Sumu Ie?!" She asked franticly, in a very small, yet strangely familiar voice.
"Yes," Aya said, "Is there something I can I can help you with?"
"I finally found it. I-where's Omi?!" She looked around, panicking, if possible, more then she already had been. "No! They couldn't have!"
"You know Omi?" Yohji asked, walking up.
"Mr. Kudou!" She screamed, and wrapped her good arm around him.
Yohji pulled away and stared at her. "Do I know you, miss?"
She stared back, looking slightly hurt. "Mr. Kudou, it's me! Ori Sakura!"
A/N: Okay, show of hands...who saw that coming? Yeah, yeah, I know. Kinda cheesy. But! I was rereading and I didn't thing I could leave her dead. Omi really would have committed suicide. So, she's alive! Sigh...please review!