Kidnapped Revisited.
By Mari-Chan
May, June 2003
Warnings: Emotions, Tears, Clothing Changes, & Sap Pairings: None, unless you count Yohji carrying Omi.
Chapter 5: Sleepy time.
A key sliding into a door lock caused Aya and Ken to turn a round. The door opened and Yohji walked in, his arm protectively around a disheveled Omi, who was wrapped in a blanket. Aya stood up and walked over to them, as Yohji closed the door behind them. Ken followed as Aya spoke.
"Well?" He asked looking the younger boy over.
Yohji dropped his arm from Omi's shoulders. "A few bruises, lacerations, but mostly fatigue. Manx's contact at the hospital took great care of the Bishounen, no questions asked."
Aya nodded and cupped Omi's face with his hands. "How are you feeling?"
Tears visibly welled in Omi's blue eyes. "Not great," he replied as a tear rolled over his bruised cheek.
Aya reached up and gently brushed the tear away, noting the slight flinch the smaller man made.
Ken smiled from next to Aya, "It's OK, Omi. Let it out," he soothed.
That was all Omi needed, his barriers fell and his body began to shake. Without warning, his knees gave out sending him on a slow ride to the ground; the blanket forming a cloak around him. His sobs, quiet at first grew louder as the realization of the situation finally sank in.
In one unrehearsed move, the other Weiss members were on the ground with him, supporting him with touch and words. Yohji brought Omi's convulsing body into his arms and unconsciously began to rock the youth back and forth. Aya placed a hand on Omi's shoulder and gently caressed.
Ken knelt in front of Omi's face and spoke quietly to him. "You're safe now, always remember that. You made it through, Omi. You'll be fine."
Omi lifted his head, and looked at all of them. "Thank you, guys," he swallowed, "for coming to get me."
Aya spoke next, "We would not have stopped until we found you." He smiled a rare smile. "You know that."
Omi nodded and tried to sit up in Yohji's arms, the blanket falling away, revealing ripped clothing and more bruises.
"Now," Aya said in his father like tone. "Have a drink, then it's off to bed with you."
Yohji helped Omi stand and watched as he walked to the kitchen. Aya reached into a drawer and pulled out a prescription bottle. Popping the cap, he placed one in his hand, resealed the bottle and placed the bottle down.
Omi turned with the drink in his hand, as Aya walked over to him.
"Here, take this," Aya said, handing the pill over.
Omi looked down at the mediation in his hand, recognizing it instantly. "You're drugging me with my own meds?"
"Yep, you need the rest, and this will ensure you get it." He tilted his head. "Don't worry. I won't click the cap until you're ready," he continued, walking back to the counter where the pill bottle sat.
Omi smiled, knowing full well that Aya was lying. "Right, and I'm as tall as Yohji."
He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed a gulp of water. He knew too well how quickly the meds took effect, and began to feel his muscles relax. He placed the glass back on the counter, and did not hear Yohji walk up behind him.
Yohji smiled at Aya, who nodded his understanding, picked up the bottle, and pressed the cap.
Omi's eyelids closed slowly as he took a deep breath and collapsed, right into Yohji's waiting arms.
Yohji scooped the youth up and turned to Aya and Ken. "Boy, he's light," he said as he readjusted the load in his arms. Omi let out a breathy sleep- filled moan as he was carried towards the stairs. Yohji looked down at the young man in his arms and smiled.
Yohji moved slowly up the stairs followed by Aya and Ken. They walked down the hallways and into Omi's room. Aya pulled the blankets down on the bed, and cleared the stuff off the foot of the bed. Yohji gently placed the sleeping boy down on the sheets and pulled his arms out from under Omi.
"Sit him up," Ken said in a whisper. "He can't sleep in those clothes."
Aya carefully picked Omi's shoulders up from the bed and brought him up into a sitting position, his head falling to one side. Aya sat down behind him and leaned the unconscious form against his chest.
Ken went to work on the shoes and socks, while Yohji unbuttoned what was left of the jacket and shirt. Slowly and very carefully, they undressed Omi until he wore only shorts, the extent of his trauma now evident on his unclothed body.
Yohji looked at his teammates. "Well, I guess one of us has to finish the job."
Ken walked to the chest of drawers and pulled out a clean untattered pair of sweat shorts. He walked back to Aya and Yohji.
"It's not like we haven't done this before," Ken said.
"Yeah, but Omi was a lot younger back then," Yohji reminded them.
Aya huffed, lowering Omi back to the bed, and standing up. "He's asleep, he can't sleep in what he's wearing, besides, it's not like we don't have what he has."
Aya looked from Ken to Yohji and down at the shorts Ken was holding. "Give them to me."
It was not really a command due to the fact that Aya pulled them away from Ken and proceeded to move back to the bedside.
"Come on," Aya whispered handing the shorts back to Ken. "Yohji over there, Ken, you change the shorts. OK, on three. One.Two.Three." Yohji and Aya slowly slid their hands under Omi's back and lifted the limp body.
Ken quickly removed the bloodied ripped shorts and replaced them; pulling them up and over Omi's legs. Aya and Yohji lowered Omi back to the bed. Ken pulled the covers up and over, smoothing them over the sleeping form, making sure he was tucked in all snug as a bug. The three older men shared a smile as they walked to the door and turned off the light.
Yohji was the last out of the room, turning to close the door, he looked over at Omi's sleeping form. As he closed the door to a crack with one hand, he wiped a tear from his eye. "Glad you're OK, Bishounen. Don't scare me like that again."
Outside the closed door to Omi's room the three other members of Weiss turned to look at each other in the semi darkness of the hallway.
Yohji looked to Aya. "Just how did you know where to find him?" He asked, "Manx never gave you the information she had."
Aya looked down for a moment before returning his gaze to meet Yohji eyes. "I was checking through the mail this morning, and after the usual bills and a letter from that A-Chan chick."
"The one with the restraining order?" Ken asked.
"Yep, the same one. I noticed a postcard tucked in, and realized that we did not know anyone on vacation at the time, so I turned it over and the info was on the back."
Yohji rubbed the bridge of his nose. "From the man I killed."
"Yes." Aya said, with slight regret in his voice. "The same man."
Yohji and Ken both gave understanding nods and then turned to walk to their respective rooms. Aya exhaled, looked once more at the cracked door and walked away.
*
Through the night the others found it difficult to sleep. Ken sat up in his bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. 1:15am. He huffed, turned over, beat his pillow and went to lay back down. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep, or so he thought. His eyes popped open to look at the clock once again. 1:16am.
"Dammit," he muttered, climbing out of bed.
He walked to his door and opened it, stepping out into the hallway; he thought he heard a noise from Omi's room. Fearing, he walked over and peered in the door. Omi had not moved. He had only curled up slightly on his side. Ken found that he was not able to walk away. Quietly he walked to the bed and looked down at the sleeping youth.
Ken was amazed to see that even during sleep, after all he had been through, Omi still had a hint of a smile on his face. A smile that made Ken smile in response. He gave into his urge, and climbed up on the bed next to Omi. Placing his head down on the edge of the pillow, he gazed at Omi's closed eyes. His hand came up to brush a lock of hair back revealing a healing cut. Ken felt his anger rise for a moment.
"Bastards," he whispered under his breath.
*
At the other end of the hallway, Aya stood next to his window. He had not yet gone to bed. The moonlight came through the window and lit up the floor around his bare feet. He glanced occasionally at the sheathed katana in the corner and wondered if it would be worth killing the people that did this to Omi. His logical mind thought better of it and he decided to get a drink.
Aya walked out of the bedroom and noticed that Omi's door was wide open.
'Didn't we close that?' Aya asked himself, his senses awakening.
He passed the door to Yohji's room and stopped. "Yohji?" he asked quietly.
No answer. Aya turned to leave, when the door swung open and Yohji stood there, still dressed.
"What's up?"
"Didn't you close Omi's door?" Aya asked.
"Yes, when we left him, wh." his voice trailed off as he looked past Aya. "Come on."
Yohji walked past Aya and down the hallway. Aya followed closely. The two stopped at the door and peered inside. Ken's head popped up from behind Omi's sleeping form. He lifted a finger to his lips to tell them to be quiet.
Aya walked into the room followed by Yohji. Ken leaned up on an elbow and whispered, "I couldn't sleep, and I thought I heard something."
Yohji smiled. "I could use the same excuse, but we all know why we're drawn here.
The three looked at the blond in the bed.
Yohji climbed up behind Ken and lay across the bed, behind the pillow. Ken leaned against Yohji's legs as Aya climbed up onto the other side, propping himself up with his arm.
In silence the three stayed beside their brother, watching the rise and fall of the blankets as Omi slept. Yohji stroked Omi's hair softly until he fell asleep. Ken drifted into a dreamless sleep shortly thereafter, and Aya said a silent prayer, thanking the higher powers, that he had not lost another loved one. He looked at the back of Omi's head, leaned over and placed a light kiss on the teen's forehead. Sleep then claimed the last awake member of the team. Aya fell asleep with his arm draped over Omi's shoulder.
On to Epilogue: Recovery Chapter 5 nod: Sleep: We all love it, we all need it, some of us even use a machine to get it. Hooray for the healing power of sleep.
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Don't Plagiarize Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.
By Mari-Chan
May, June 2003
Warnings: Emotions, Tears, Clothing Changes, & Sap Pairings: None, unless you count Yohji carrying Omi.
Chapter 5: Sleepy time.
A key sliding into a door lock caused Aya and Ken to turn a round. The door opened and Yohji walked in, his arm protectively around a disheveled Omi, who was wrapped in a blanket. Aya stood up and walked over to them, as Yohji closed the door behind them. Ken followed as Aya spoke.
"Well?" He asked looking the younger boy over.
Yohji dropped his arm from Omi's shoulders. "A few bruises, lacerations, but mostly fatigue. Manx's contact at the hospital took great care of the Bishounen, no questions asked."
Aya nodded and cupped Omi's face with his hands. "How are you feeling?"
Tears visibly welled in Omi's blue eyes. "Not great," he replied as a tear rolled over his bruised cheek.
Aya reached up and gently brushed the tear away, noting the slight flinch the smaller man made.
Ken smiled from next to Aya, "It's OK, Omi. Let it out," he soothed.
That was all Omi needed, his barriers fell and his body began to shake. Without warning, his knees gave out sending him on a slow ride to the ground; the blanket forming a cloak around him. His sobs, quiet at first grew louder as the realization of the situation finally sank in.
In one unrehearsed move, the other Weiss members were on the ground with him, supporting him with touch and words. Yohji brought Omi's convulsing body into his arms and unconsciously began to rock the youth back and forth. Aya placed a hand on Omi's shoulder and gently caressed.
Ken knelt in front of Omi's face and spoke quietly to him. "You're safe now, always remember that. You made it through, Omi. You'll be fine."
Omi lifted his head, and looked at all of them. "Thank you, guys," he swallowed, "for coming to get me."
Aya spoke next, "We would not have stopped until we found you." He smiled a rare smile. "You know that."
Omi nodded and tried to sit up in Yohji's arms, the blanket falling away, revealing ripped clothing and more bruises.
"Now," Aya said in his father like tone. "Have a drink, then it's off to bed with you."
Yohji helped Omi stand and watched as he walked to the kitchen. Aya reached into a drawer and pulled out a prescription bottle. Popping the cap, he placed one in his hand, resealed the bottle and placed the bottle down.
Omi turned with the drink in his hand, as Aya walked over to him.
"Here, take this," Aya said, handing the pill over.
Omi looked down at the mediation in his hand, recognizing it instantly. "You're drugging me with my own meds?"
"Yep, you need the rest, and this will ensure you get it." He tilted his head. "Don't worry. I won't click the cap until you're ready," he continued, walking back to the counter where the pill bottle sat.
Omi smiled, knowing full well that Aya was lying. "Right, and I'm as tall as Yohji."
He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed a gulp of water. He knew too well how quickly the meds took effect, and began to feel his muscles relax. He placed the glass back on the counter, and did not hear Yohji walk up behind him.
Yohji smiled at Aya, who nodded his understanding, picked up the bottle, and pressed the cap.
Omi's eyelids closed slowly as he took a deep breath and collapsed, right into Yohji's waiting arms.
Yohji scooped the youth up and turned to Aya and Ken. "Boy, he's light," he said as he readjusted the load in his arms. Omi let out a breathy sleep- filled moan as he was carried towards the stairs. Yohji looked down at the young man in his arms and smiled.
Yohji moved slowly up the stairs followed by Aya and Ken. They walked down the hallways and into Omi's room. Aya pulled the blankets down on the bed, and cleared the stuff off the foot of the bed. Yohji gently placed the sleeping boy down on the sheets and pulled his arms out from under Omi.
"Sit him up," Ken said in a whisper. "He can't sleep in those clothes."
Aya carefully picked Omi's shoulders up from the bed and brought him up into a sitting position, his head falling to one side. Aya sat down behind him and leaned the unconscious form against his chest.
Ken went to work on the shoes and socks, while Yohji unbuttoned what was left of the jacket and shirt. Slowly and very carefully, they undressed Omi until he wore only shorts, the extent of his trauma now evident on his unclothed body.
Yohji looked at his teammates. "Well, I guess one of us has to finish the job."
Ken walked to the chest of drawers and pulled out a clean untattered pair of sweat shorts. He walked back to Aya and Yohji.
"It's not like we haven't done this before," Ken said.
"Yeah, but Omi was a lot younger back then," Yohji reminded them.
Aya huffed, lowering Omi back to the bed, and standing up. "He's asleep, he can't sleep in what he's wearing, besides, it's not like we don't have what he has."
Aya looked from Ken to Yohji and down at the shorts Ken was holding. "Give them to me."
It was not really a command due to the fact that Aya pulled them away from Ken and proceeded to move back to the bedside.
"Come on," Aya whispered handing the shorts back to Ken. "Yohji over there, Ken, you change the shorts. OK, on three. One.Two.Three." Yohji and Aya slowly slid their hands under Omi's back and lifted the limp body.
Ken quickly removed the bloodied ripped shorts and replaced them; pulling them up and over Omi's legs. Aya and Yohji lowered Omi back to the bed. Ken pulled the covers up and over, smoothing them over the sleeping form, making sure he was tucked in all snug as a bug. The three older men shared a smile as they walked to the door and turned off the light.
Yohji was the last out of the room, turning to close the door, he looked over at Omi's sleeping form. As he closed the door to a crack with one hand, he wiped a tear from his eye. "Glad you're OK, Bishounen. Don't scare me like that again."
Outside the closed door to Omi's room the three other members of Weiss turned to look at each other in the semi darkness of the hallway.
Yohji looked to Aya. "Just how did you know where to find him?" He asked, "Manx never gave you the information she had."
Aya looked down for a moment before returning his gaze to meet Yohji eyes. "I was checking through the mail this morning, and after the usual bills and a letter from that A-Chan chick."
"The one with the restraining order?" Ken asked.
"Yep, the same one. I noticed a postcard tucked in, and realized that we did not know anyone on vacation at the time, so I turned it over and the info was on the back."
Yohji rubbed the bridge of his nose. "From the man I killed."
"Yes." Aya said, with slight regret in his voice. "The same man."
Yohji and Ken both gave understanding nods and then turned to walk to their respective rooms. Aya exhaled, looked once more at the cracked door and walked away.
*
Through the night the others found it difficult to sleep. Ken sat up in his bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. 1:15am. He huffed, turned over, beat his pillow and went to lay back down. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep, or so he thought. His eyes popped open to look at the clock once again. 1:16am.
"Dammit," he muttered, climbing out of bed.
He walked to his door and opened it, stepping out into the hallway; he thought he heard a noise from Omi's room. Fearing, he walked over and peered in the door. Omi had not moved. He had only curled up slightly on his side. Ken found that he was not able to walk away. Quietly he walked to the bed and looked down at the sleeping youth.
Ken was amazed to see that even during sleep, after all he had been through, Omi still had a hint of a smile on his face. A smile that made Ken smile in response. He gave into his urge, and climbed up on the bed next to Omi. Placing his head down on the edge of the pillow, he gazed at Omi's closed eyes. His hand came up to brush a lock of hair back revealing a healing cut. Ken felt his anger rise for a moment.
"Bastards," he whispered under his breath.
*
At the other end of the hallway, Aya stood next to his window. He had not yet gone to bed. The moonlight came through the window and lit up the floor around his bare feet. He glanced occasionally at the sheathed katana in the corner and wondered if it would be worth killing the people that did this to Omi. His logical mind thought better of it and he decided to get a drink.
Aya walked out of the bedroom and noticed that Omi's door was wide open.
'Didn't we close that?' Aya asked himself, his senses awakening.
He passed the door to Yohji's room and stopped. "Yohji?" he asked quietly.
No answer. Aya turned to leave, when the door swung open and Yohji stood there, still dressed.
"What's up?"
"Didn't you close Omi's door?" Aya asked.
"Yes, when we left him, wh." his voice trailed off as he looked past Aya. "Come on."
Yohji walked past Aya and down the hallway. Aya followed closely. The two stopped at the door and peered inside. Ken's head popped up from behind Omi's sleeping form. He lifted a finger to his lips to tell them to be quiet.
Aya walked into the room followed by Yohji. Ken leaned up on an elbow and whispered, "I couldn't sleep, and I thought I heard something."
Yohji smiled. "I could use the same excuse, but we all know why we're drawn here.
The three looked at the blond in the bed.
Yohji climbed up behind Ken and lay across the bed, behind the pillow. Ken leaned against Yohji's legs as Aya climbed up onto the other side, propping himself up with his arm.
In silence the three stayed beside their brother, watching the rise and fall of the blankets as Omi slept. Yohji stroked Omi's hair softly until he fell asleep. Ken drifted into a dreamless sleep shortly thereafter, and Aya said a silent prayer, thanking the higher powers, that he had not lost another loved one. He looked at the back of Omi's head, leaned over and placed a light kiss on the teen's forehead. Sleep then claimed the last awake member of the team. Aya fell asleep with his arm draped over Omi's shoulder.
On to Epilogue: Recovery Chapter 5 nod: Sleep: We all love it, we all need it, some of us even use a machine to get it. Hooray for the healing power of sleep.
^_^ Feedback welcome at truescifigal@yahoo.com
Don't Plagiarize Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.