Kidnapped Revisited.
By Mari-Chan
May, June 2003
Warnings: Emotional Mushiness: Yep, lots of it. Pairings: None.
Epilogue: Recovery.
Omi slept for two days.
On the second night while Omi slept, Aya had left without telling anyone. He tracked the men down and ended their lives, wiping the blood from the katana blade before returning to the shop. He never spoke of it to Omi. However, Yohji and Ken were waiting for him when he returned. No words were exchanged, just nods of agreement.
On the third day, Omi awoke to the usual noises coming from the shop. He sat up slowly in the bed, groaning as his healing body bent and flexed. He noticed the chair that was usually in the corner with Bombay sitting on it, was now next to his bed, currently empty. Bombay sat on the dresser peering around the room.
*
Several weeks later, Omi finally got the courage and the strength to tell the others. First he went to Yohji to ask for his support during the speech. Yohji assured him that he would be there for him. All too soon the time came.
Omi walked down the spiral stairs and into the living room area. Aya and Ken were sitting on opposite sides of the room half watching a movie on the TV.
Omi cleared his throat to get their attention. "Guys?"
Aya and Ken looked up to see Omi standing there in his sweat shorts and tank top, fuzzy slippers on his feet. The bruising had disappeared for the most part with only faint marking left behind.
Aya spoke first. "What's up?"
Omi opened his mouth, but the words caught. He almost turned on his feet and ran, but a reassuring set of hands were placed gently on his shoulders, and his resolve solidified. "I need to talk to you about.the experience." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I need to get it over with, so I can finish recovering, and begin to feel like a useful part of this team once again."
Ken turned fully around. "You have always been a useful part of this team; don't put yourself down."
Aya turned the TV off and moved his position on the sofa. "You have our attention, talk."
Yohji patted Omi's shoulder, and Omi looked up at him. A nod of the head was his reply as he passed Omi and sat down.
Over the next half hour Omi told in detail the events of those 3 eventful days, fighting tears and emotions throughout.
"So, there you have it," he breathed out, looking from one man to the other. "Now if you will excuse me," he said with a slight sob, as he turned on the balls of his feet and quickly climbed up the stairs, leaving the other three men in shocked silence.
*
'The night air is cool for this time of year,' Omi thought to himself as he leaned against the railing outside Yohji's place. The breeze played through his hair and sent a shiver through him. 'but, I got it all out.'
*
Back downstairs, Ken wiped a tear from his eye, hoping that no one else noticed.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Shit."
"I'll be right back," Yohji said quietly and moved up the stairs.
*
Omi continued to look towards the cloudless sky, his thoughts on anything but the conversation. He heard a noise on the stairs and looked to see Yohji walking towards him. Yohji stopped a few feet away and leaned backwards against the railing.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Nmm," Omi nodded back. "I will be."
Yohji turned his head to look at Omi. "You did great, kid. I'm very proud of you"
"I had your strength."
Yohji turned his body to the same angle as his head. "No, you had your own strength, I just supported you."
"Well, I appreciated it, Yohji."
"No prob, Bishounen." Yohji moved closer to Omi and slid an arm around the shorter blonds shoulders. He noticed how cool Omi's skin felt. "Aren't you cold?"
"No," Omi said, lying, as a shiver ran his spine.
"Liar," Yohji smiled, moving behind him and enveloping the smaller man in his arms. Omi smiled and leaned back into the embrace. He held Yohji's arms and sighed, closing his eyes from the warmth.
Ken's voice brought him back and he turned his head to look at the dark haired figure moving towards them. "Hey, Omi.Yohji."
"Ken-kun," Omi smiled as Yohji released him.
"How are you feeling?"
Omi smiled, knowing he would have this conversation once more this evening. "I'll be fine."
Ken stepped over to Omi and held his arms out. "Can I hug you?"
"Sure," Omi said stepping into Kens embrace.
Ken closed his arms around Omi and held tight. "Don't ever think that you are not a part of this team," he whispered. "You are like a blood brother to me; you will always have a place and a use in my heart."
"Ken," Omi sighed. "Thank you."
"Oy, Omi," Ken continued, not releasing the hug, "Aren't you cold?"
"A little," Omi admitted. "But I am warming up, thanks to you and Yohji."
Ken released some of the hug allowing Omi to turn sideways in his arms. Yohji walked over and embrace Omi from the other side.
"An Omi sandwich," Yohji joked, as Omi blushed.
"You forgot the dressing."
All three turned to face the voice. Aya stood at the top of the stairs holding a blanket. He walked over as Yohji and Ken broke the hug and placed the unfolded blanket around Omi's shoulders.
Aya scolded, "You should know better, you're finally recovering and now you'll catch your death with a cold."
He spun the youngest member around, so Omi was facing him. Closing the blanket around Omi's body, he pulled him into a rare embrace.
Omi's squeak of surprise brought a smile to Ken's face.
"Group hug," announced Ken.
Aya and Omi both let out grunts, as they were glomped from each side. Aya pulled his arms out, and placed them around Ken's and Yohji's shoulders. The four remained immobile for a few minutes.
Omi spoke first from under the sea of arms and blanket, "I can't breath."
Yohji and Ken released their arms slightly and Omi turned around to face the railing, still content in to be in the arms of his family. Omi took the opportunity to do the one thing he had thought about moments before his almost death.
"I love you, guys," he said.
Unseen from a window below, a camera caught the sight, the flash unnoticed by the men above. Mamoe brought the camera down from her face and smiled.
*
Yohji, as promised never spoke of how he had found Omi, nor the information given to him at the hospital. Even after Omi chose to tell them on that cool night.
He and Ken took it upon themselves to protect the youngest member on future assignments.
Without Omi knowing, or so he thought, Yohji made a habit of hiding extra beacons in Omi's clothing. Omi thought this to be a riot, but never told Yohji that he knew.
*
A few days later Omi walked past the side table with the photo frames on his way out to school and noticed a new frame. He paused to look at the latest picture that Mamoe had taken and smiled when he realized who it was.
Standing next the picture of them in the flowers shop stood an exact duplicate pose, this time captured in moonlight. Omi smiled again, hoisted his backpack back up onto his shoulder, and walked out the door.
Everything was back to normal..as normal as a member of Weiss could be.
Owari Epilogue nod: Everyone, for reading this fic!!! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
In answer to the question of who said damn in the flower shop scene in chapter 2, here is the answer.
If you said Ken: You are correct. If you said Yohji: You are correct. If you said Aya: You are correct. If you said Manx: You were incorrect. Manx would not say damn.
Although,
Technically it was a question without an answer. It was whoever you wanted it to be. If you wanted it to be Manx, then it was Manx.
^_^ Feedback welcome at truescifigal@yahoo.com
Don't Plagiarize Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.
Warnings: Emotional Mushiness: Yep, lots of it. Pairings: None.
Epilogue: Recovery.
Omi slept for two days.
On the second night while Omi slept, Aya had left without telling anyone. He tracked the men down and ended their lives, wiping the blood from the katana blade before returning to the shop. He never spoke of it to Omi. However, Yohji and Ken were waiting for him when he returned. No words were exchanged, just nods of agreement.
On the third day, Omi awoke to the usual noises coming from the shop. He sat up slowly in the bed, groaning as his healing body bent and flexed. He noticed the chair that was usually in the corner with Bombay sitting on it, was now next to his bed, currently empty. Bombay sat on the dresser peering around the room.
*
Several weeks later, Omi finally got the courage and the strength to tell the others. First he went to Yohji to ask for his support during the speech. Yohji assured him that he would be there for him. All too soon the time came.
Omi walked down the spiral stairs and into the living room area. Aya and Ken were sitting on opposite sides of the room half watching a movie on the TV.
Omi cleared his throat to get their attention. "Guys?"
Aya and Ken looked up to see Omi standing there in his sweat shorts and tank top, fuzzy slippers on his feet. The bruising had disappeared for the most part with only faint marking left behind.
Aya spoke first. "What's up?"
Omi opened his mouth, but the words caught. He almost turned on his feet and ran, but a reassuring set of hands were placed gently on his shoulders, and his resolve solidified. "I need to talk to you about.the experience." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I need to get it over with, so I can finish recovering, and begin to feel like a useful part of this team once again."
Ken turned fully around. "You have always been a useful part of this team; don't put yourself down."
Aya turned the TV off and moved his position on the sofa. "You have our attention, talk."
Yohji patted Omi's shoulder, and Omi looked up at him. A nod of the head was his reply as he passed Omi and sat down.
Over the next half hour Omi told in detail the events of those 3 eventful days, fighting tears and emotions throughout.
"So, there you have it," he breathed out, looking from one man to the other. "Now if you will excuse me," he said with a slight sob, as he turned on the balls of his feet and quickly climbed up the stairs, leaving the other three men in shocked silence.
*
'The night air is cool for this time of year,' Omi thought to himself as he leaned against the railing outside Yohji's place. The breeze played through his hair and sent a shiver through him. 'but, I got it all out.'
*
Back downstairs, Ken wiped a tear from his eye, hoping that no one else noticed.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Shit."
"I'll be right back," Yohji said quietly and moved up the stairs.
*
Omi continued to look towards the cloudless sky, his thoughts on anything but the conversation. He heard a noise on the stairs and looked to see Yohji walking towards him. Yohji stopped a few feet away and leaned backwards against the railing.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Nmm," Omi nodded back. "I will be."
Yohji turned his head to look at Omi. "You did great, kid. I'm very proud of you"
"I had your strength."
Yohji turned his body to the same angle as his head. "No, you had your own strength, I just supported you."
"Well, I appreciated it, Yohji."
"No prob, Bishounen." Yohji moved closer to Omi and slid an arm around the shorter blonds shoulders. He noticed how cool Omi's skin felt. "Aren't you cold?"
"No," Omi said, lying, as a shiver ran his spine.
"Liar," Yohji smiled, moving behind him and enveloping the smaller man in his arms. Omi smiled and leaned back into the embrace. He held Yohji's arms and sighed, closing his eyes from the warmth.
Ken's voice brought him back and he turned his head to look at the dark haired figure moving towards them. "Hey, Omi.Yohji."
"Ken-kun," Omi smiled as Yohji released him.
"How are you feeling?"
Omi smiled, knowing he would have this conversation once more this evening. "I'll be fine."
Ken stepped over to Omi and held his arms out. "Can I hug you?"
"Sure," Omi said stepping into Kens embrace.
Ken closed his arms around Omi and held tight. "Don't ever think that you are not a part of this team," he whispered. "You are like a blood brother to me; you will always have a place and a use in my heart."
"Ken," Omi sighed. "Thank you."
"Oy, Omi," Ken continued, not releasing the hug, "Aren't you cold?"
"A little," Omi admitted. "But I am warming up, thanks to you and Yohji."
Ken released some of the hug allowing Omi to turn sideways in his arms. Yohji walked over and embrace Omi from the other side.
"An Omi sandwich," Yohji joked, as Omi blushed.
"You forgot the dressing."
All three turned to face the voice. Aya stood at the top of the stairs holding a blanket. He walked over as Yohji and Ken broke the hug and placed the unfolded blanket around Omi's shoulders.
Aya scolded, "You should know better, you're finally recovering and now you'll catch your death with a cold."
He spun the youngest member around, so Omi was facing him. Closing the blanket around Omi's body, he pulled him into a rare embrace.
Omi's squeak of surprise brought a smile to Ken's face.
"Group hug," announced Ken.
Aya and Omi both let out grunts, as they were glomped from each side. Aya pulled his arms out, and placed them around Ken's and Yohji's shoulders. The four remained immobile for a few minutes.
Omi spoke first from under the sea of arms and blanket, "I can't breath."
Yohji and Ken released their arms slightly and Omi turned around to face the railing, still content in to be in the arms of his family. Omi took the opportunity to do the one thing he had thought about moments before his almost death.
"I love you, guys," he said.
Unseen from a window below, a camera caught the sight, the flash unnoticed by the men above. Mamoe brought the camera down from her face and smiled.
*
Yohji, as promised never spoke of how he had found Omi, nor the information given to him at the hospital. Even after Omi chose to tell them on that cool night.
He and Ken took it upon themselves to protect the youngest member on future assignments.
Without Omi knowing, or so he thought, Yohji made a habit of hiding extra beacons in Omi's clothing. Omi thought this to be a riot, but never told Yohji that he knew.
*
A few days later Omi walked past the side table with the photo frames on his way out to school and noticed a new frame. He paused to look at the latest picture that Mamoe had taken and smiled when he realized who it was.
Standing next the picture of them in the flowers shop stood an exact duplicate pose, this time captured in moonlight. Omi smiled again, hoisted his backpack back up onto his shoulder, and walked out the door.
Everything was back to normal..as normal as a member of Weiss could be.
Owari Epilogue nod: Everyone, for reading this fic!!! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
In answer to the question of who said damn in the flower shop scene in chapter 2, here is the answer.
If you said Ken: You are correct. If you said Yohji: You are correct. If you said Aya: You are correct. If you said Manx: You were incorrect. Manx would not say damn.
Although,
Technically it was a question without an answer. It was whoever you wanted it to be. If you wanted it to be Manx, then it was Manx.
^_^ Feedback welcome at truescifigal@yahoo.com
Don't Plagiarize Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.