Prolixity

Omi had been set to stay with me after that, sitting down beside me as he often lifted a glass of water to my lips and telling me to drink. I did so, obediently, not wanting any other reason to get kicked out yet. I saw the dead cells from my lips stick to the edges of the glass, ruining its previously untarnished image. It was no longer that state of transparent beauty.

"I don't know anymore…what to think of you…" he whispered with his lips slowly forming the words in a state of confusion. "At first you seemed so weak…like a broken doll…then you tried to seduce Youji…then again when I came to see you, you seemed so angry at everything…then just now with Aya, you seemed like nothing more than an apathetic well-trained killer after you looked so abandoned as the glass broke… Why?"

The question almost made me want to laugh at him. He took my wrists into his hands, pulling off the bandages with fresh ones in his hand. He pulled the bandages off, carelessly tossing them into the trash with the clean bandages wrapping around my wrists again with the perfect level of tension. His fingers carefully caressed the edges of the wrap to make sure it was properly with a level of dexterity that could only belong to someone that use long-range weapons such as a bow and darts.

He stopped after my right wrist, looking down at me while waiting for a response. I lifted my left wrist up, slowly placing it down in his lap where he could have better access to it. He lifted it up while I cringed slightly from the pain it caused my chest from having it stretched in such a manner. He looked at me, waited for a moment, and then he pulled my legs forward so they were facing him as he pulled me to the edge of the bed with my legs between his. He held my hand between us, carefully removing the bandages with his eyes focused on mine. He still wanted an answer.

"I'm a person, Omi, as little as it may seem true. It's not so simple as being cold and distant…or happy and cheerful. The same goes for you… Even when you smile you look ready to cry, but that's because you've been wrong for too long. There's no evil… Between every action, there's always an intent, and even something so baseless as the search for pleasure can't be written off as evil. Essentially, that's the motivation between much of human life…so…it's just…not simple."

I fell silent, understanding that my words weren't as clearly defined as I had always believed. With the look he returned me, I couldn't help but wonder if he thought I only said so because I was on trial for being evil. Even so, it didn't bother me too much that I wasn't believed. I closed my eyes, only feeling as Omi wrapped the cloth bandages around my wrist that Youji had inflicted upon me. The feeling was so relaxing…entrancing when it came down to it.

"I understand…" he replied quietly, nodding softly with the last layer being tied and closed. "Even so, what you're doing isn't right…"

My eyes flashed open with those bright beams of light intruding yet again. I couldn't see as well as I would have liked to, pulling my wrists away from him and turning around so he could have access to my neck. His fingers attentively unwrapped the bandaging yet again, slowly stroking my neck gently as though he was attempting to reassure me that as long as I was near him and the rest of Weiss, I wasn't going to be evil anymore.

"How is it different…what I do and you… From all I can tell, you kill for your own gain… You want to know something, where as I kill because I want to fix something…the something everyone needs. Fear… I want to fix fear by eradicating society… Not just society…but everything…I want it to restart. I have a purpose, Omi, but to me you're no more than a blood-lusting murderer…not that I mind the company of one."

He pushed back against the chair with his eyes staring at me with a foreign amount confusion on his face. He stared at me eye-to-eye, trembling as I spoke each word. He stood with the last words spoken, holding a dart to my neck as he stared at me with intoxicating rage.

"How dare you," he spat with vehemence, tainting that image of innocence he had pretended to possess. "I've seen murderers… I've seen people that have done it for blood-lust, and I'll admit that you aren't one of them. That lack of emotion that dances across your face with each kill…no, you aren't someone that enjoys it at all, but you don't mind it, which makes it all that much worse. How can you, of all people, accuse me of being a murderer? You haven't been close enough to pain to understand…selfish…maybe."

I closed my eyes, simply waiting. I knew he wouldn't do it. That'd make me right, and if there was something about humans that would never change, it was their obsession with proving others wrong. He snapped the dart in his hand, getting the liquid within all over his hands as he pushed his hand against my chest and pinned me to the bed again. I hadn't expected that much, but I still remained with my eyes closed, waiting for him to realize the point.

"Now you understand my feelings," I told him calmly. "You haven't been close enough to pain…you don't understand… Those are my feelings."

"I know…" he whispered back to me. "That's the only reason I stopped… You're the enemy…so I should kill you but…"

"You aren't ready to kill yourself yet, are you?"

"When it comes time to kill Tsukiyono Omi…"

I just nodded, not bothering to make him say any more than he wanted to. I slowly opened my eyes so stare up at him as tears dripping from his eyes, landing directly into mine. He cried with his eyes tightly sealed and his voice muted. He seemed to scream but no sound came, just as one would expect from a suppressed emotion. His arms held tightly to my shoulders while he sat against my stomach. His body seemed incapable of remaining still until at last I pulled his head against my shoulder, listening to him, feeling him.

"I'll help you kill him when you're ready. I want to show you… I want you to know why it's necessary… Will you let me?"

"Show Takatori Mamoru…not the crybaby that works at a flower store…"

His tears stopped with his head against my shoulder. I brushed my fingers lightly through his hair, hearing the click of the door before Aya's voice cut through the air like darkness through light. I turned my eyes over to face him with Omi's head still against my chest.

"Are you better yet?" Aya asked in an icy tone.

"I'm still bleeding, but I can go if you want. I'll just pass outside instead of inside," I replied to him, slipping out from under Omi.

"…Nagi…you're not well enough to go yet," Omi told me as he quickly pulled me back down onto the bed.

Aya stared down at the two of us with a wondering gaze, keeping the door open that lead to the room I stayed in. He turned his eyes away to the window. A heavy breath exited his lips, dancing through the nighttime air. So much time had already passed since I had passed out by the house. I closed my eyes again, feeling Omi's softy warmth against me, figuring I might as well obey his will for the time being. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get him to believe me.

"We don't need a whore here," he commented, turning back through the door and exiting. I knew exactly what that meant…as long as I was there, he didn't want me to sleep with Omi…or Youji, Ken, or himself for that matter.

I couldn't help but feel my lips lightly twitch upwards into a smirk as he passed through the threshold.

Notes: Thank you again, Misura ^^ Your comments always make me think about where I should take the story next and are always very encouraging ^^ (I love my ego…thus, I love you X3) Thanks for correcting my POV slip yesterday ^^ I've been writing 3rd person a lot too and…yes x.x bad slips x.x; Schuldig makes me feel giddy too ._. Mainly because he's a sick bastard and he hurts people ._. Don't know why, it's just nice~! T.T; Fui said this part sounded like Aya/Omi .; She's been terribly cruel lately .; Ex. "Who should walk in on them?" "Ken's stooooopid X3" *dies* She's trying to kill me x.x; *bangs her head on the wall* Anyway X3