Breath From Moist Lips

My lips sucked his collar bone lightly with my tongue caressing it softly enough to evoke some form of distraction. Youji let out a tight moan from above me. He seemed to enjoy what my knee was capable of doing while below him. I had been right; Youji did like minors. His experienced hand reached inside my pants and I was almost sure he'd be disappointed with the results, which was why I lifted his hand out of my pants and placed it against my ass instead, pressing my lips roughly against his.

"What the hell am I doing?" Youji asked as he pushed away from me, staring at me as though I had been an abused puppy.

I hadn't expected him to be haunted by a conscience. He scanned my face, trying to find a look of horror or fear there, I suppose. I moved my hands to my torn wrists before I glanced at him in a brief moment of request. He stood immediately, walking to one of the drawers where he pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and bandages. He sat next to me silently, lifting my wrists up with his arms shaking. His lips trembled as though they had spoken some forbidden words, but nothing bad had been said. If he wished to blame something, he'd have castrated himself without hesitation.

He lightly poured the alcohol against my torn wrists, causing me the pull back as a reflex to pain, which received me a sympathetic expression. I let him wrap the bandages around them, making it look as though I had made a bad suicide attempt. He then pushed me upwards so he could tend to the wounds I had given myself earlier, pouring the alcohol over the back of my neck as I pressed my head against his chest for support. He wrapped the bandages again, slowly and gently with his hands brushing over my cheek tenderly. He hesitated for a moment, questioning his actions before his hands slipped away again and moved to my arm. He repeated the process yet again, until he removed my shirt and saw my naked chest. I watched as he bit down on his lip, licking over it lightly before he once again caught himself and pushed himself off the bed, seemingly disgusted with himself.

"What the fuck is wrong with me… How old are you?" he asked with his feet slowly carrying him back to the door.

"15," I replied, not speaking more than necessary. He seemed to be perfectly capable of coming to any conclusions on his own.

He turned his back to me, mumbling softly, "I'll send someone else to take care of that cut…I have work to get to…"

He left, leaving me alone for quite some time. I waited with the feeling in the cut becoming worse. They could have at least bandaged it before they tried tying me up…but I couldn't really expect too much from them. I was there for a purpose anyway. I wanted…

"Nagi…what'd you do to Youji?" the calm voice of my target whispered with emotions brimming on the edge.

"I kissed back," I told him, never wasting a breath to tell a lie. "When I was a child…if you didn't kiss back it hurt."

Omi fell silent, but at least he wasn't naive enough to need to know what I meant. He sat down silently beside me in a manner very similar to the way Youji had, but the expression on his face was one of calm compassion as he unzipped my uniform and pushed it away enough for him to clean the wound that stretched across my chest. I sucked the air tightly between my lips as it stung down my back and his hands carefully wrapped the bandages with aged skill. I should have expected it, but then again, there was really nothing else to expect from him.

"It's like you have pheromones," he joked with a polite laugh after he had finished dressing my wounds. He motioned for me to sit back up as he removed my uniform top and folded it nicely before putting it on the edge of the bed. "When you can walk, where do you intend to go?"

I waited for a moment before I analyzed the situation with the most honesty I had in a long time. If it was known what I had done…Crawford would be mad…and the punishment would be blinding… I left without permission…I let someone touch me without permission…and I was trying to alter something that may very well determine the future of everything…Omi. Or rather, Takatori Mamoru, seeing that Tsukiyono Omi was just a scared boy with arrows and darts. A feather was a much more suitable weapon for someone of his type, it could do equal damage considering the skill he possessed.

"I suppose I'll die… It's the only solution that I can see as possible at this time," I replied with a small nod passing by me. "I'll shatter all my bones until I collapse…"

He stopped, his hand pressed against my chest as it wrapped the last layer. Then he pulled away with his happy-demeanor finally fading away. He glanced over beside me at the night stand, moving to grab the glass of water there I simply watched him. The way he lifted it without his hands trembling in fear from my words. The way his arms flexed slightly with each motion, it was different from me. I…would make the world fall apart.

He placed it to my lips, pushing my head back slightly enough so that the water passed my lips and dripped down my cheek when he wasn't careful enough. He immediately caught stray water with his hand, only watching me. When the glass was empty, I was confused. Omi stood and turned his back to me, not afraid, apparently. He watched me with contemplative eyes as a small laugh passed by his lips.

"Talking about your own death so lightly… It can't really be said that you're 15 anymore, can it?" he asked, holding the empty glass in his hand without emotion.

"My death is naturally less important than the others. You'd be amazed, Omi…but…if I tell you the truth I think that death will come quicker, so…"

My voice trailed off. There was no need to finish the sentence after he had obviously caught that I was speaking of him killing me. He turned back at me, correcting me about his expression being emotionless. It was filled with hate…so much of it. He lifted the glass and threw it at me, directly beside where I laid with the glass shards cutting me across the face before they fell to the white sheets. I didn't bother stopping it, but rather I accepted my punishment for not starting off the right way. I held one bandaged wrist against my sheets and looked up at him, staring at him patiently.

"Less than 3472 people, yes, but all deaths are equal, no matter who it is!" he shouted at me with the vehemence to rebuild the world.

"…The truth already makes you hate me… That's nothing though, Omi. Compared to what they have done…compared to that, not enough deaths can befall them. I've been told to kill orphanages filled with children like me. Hundreds at a time… Afterwards, the building would always tear apart because I'd start crying like someone that was still capable of it. I disgust myself, and people like you are just as revolting. My death is the prolonging of others lives…and simply giving people more time…it's pointless. So, you see, my life is of less value, just as my death is. I want there to be something new in the ashes…"

I never was the verbal monologue type…and the fact that the words had come from me surprised me as I listened to each one, think the entire time that it wasn't quite right. It was too simple…it neglected my pain. It didn't show that boy that had offered me help but when something better came along he immediately turned away. It wasn't too long after that…that I found Sister and Natsuki. I've been alone for such a long time, and neither had hated me when I told the truth. Ken…Weiss…I hated them.

"Nagi…" he whispered with his hand reaching out to me. "What have they done to you?"

I stared up at him with vacant eyes, no longer capable of forming a response. They had made me the way I was…simply that should have been response enough for anyone. Even those words wouldn't make themselves present. It was best to be silent when you could be, and when that failed, it was best to place your head on someone trusted so that they may speak for you. Even then…that wasn't a possibility.

Omi crossed the room…then he sat down across from me before he leaned forward to grab the back of my head, carefully avoiding the bandages as he placed my forehead against his chest. I could feel the soft beat of his heart with each breath. I could feel the way his body stayed strong with every movement. I had thought he'd be the ambivalent one at the end of this, but rather it was mine that came forth. Still…he didn't understand. He couldn't.

"Just stay here for a while, alright? You're not evil… You're just on the wrong path…"

"Don't be so quick to judge…" I muttered back at him.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. I wasn't quite ready to die yet as it was. Too many problems would go unsolved within my life, too many questions I still wanted answers to. It was childish, yes, but it was my honest feelings that they came from, so certainly that couldn't have been too wrong. However, knowing my many other feelings, my honest ones couldn't have been much better. Still that of a puppet…

Freetalk~!: ( I know it's not a manga but meh =P Doujin has it too…fan fics are doujin without steamy sex scenes drawn out XD) Misura, my one and only~! (In the reviewer sense, no worries ^^) Just forget it's not a each day go kill someone sorta thing XD It's a kill 50 here…kill 20 there… Hell, in ep. 10 of gluhen he killed 30 students at one time while walking past them then going to Mr. Man with gun XD (Hmm, want to kill Gluhen character designers, but it redeemed itself with the plot…and Toudou's design, which is just like Nagi's old one X3 Not to mention…Nagi still looked sezzy~! So I was happy ^^) Hee, anyway XD You'll see what happens =3 I'm very appreciative of your reviews, so please continue writing them ^^ They motivate me to write the next chapter with my 30 minutes of free time in the morning XD