Omi sighed and stretched, staring out the window. He hadn't slept in days, not since the last mission. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, stretched in a scream, covered in blood. He felt her blood dried on his hands, even though he knew it was no longer there. He looked at the doll that sat on his windowsill, clean now and stitched back together, and saw only the blood that had stained it ochre. He hadn't been to school either, seeing his classmate's laugh and joke dug at him. How dare they live, how dare they speak, when she lay quiet in a morgue?
It was six am, the time of day that he usually got up. Omi laid his head back down on his pillow. Why bother getting up? He thought morosely. If I go downstairs Youji will bug at me, and Ken will ask if I'm ok over and over and over. Aya will just stare at me with those expressionless eyes of his. I don't need to handle that again today. He rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed the doll with one hand. It was fixed now, but his mind screamed that it would always be broken. Some things you just can't fix. With the doll clutched in his hand Omi closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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Satan, you know where i lie
Gently i go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
When we were innocent
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Omi walked down a long corridor, it was dark and the only light came from a doorway up ahead where golden white light streamed into the hallway. Omi walked closer to the door, pulling a dart from his sleeve. He took a deep breath and spun forward stepping into the light. Inside the room a young girl stood with her back to him. The light seemed to be coming from the wall before her. Omi took a deep breath and stepped into the room. The light was soothing and he smiled. The girl heard him and spun around. Omi's mouth dropped open. It was Namyia Katamoya, last seen sprawled on the floor of a room very similar to this, broken and bled out, her life's blood carpeting the floor. Standing before him she was whole and smiling.
"Ohaio Omi-san." She said with a smile and a roll of her eyes. She smoothed out her skirt with one hand, the other reaching out to touch his cheek. Omi blinked.
"Namyia?" he asked softly. She nodded and smiled again, then choked as blood began to pour from her mouth. "Namyia?" He asked again as she began to sob. Her hand fell to her stomach as a great gaping wound appeared there and she fell to the floor, her skirt ripping and blood appearing on her thighs. Omi gagged as the smell of sex and blood flooded the room. Blood flowed from her stomach in great floods to pool around her body. Her eyes locked on Omi's and she choked.
"Omi. Why didn't you save me?" She asked, gasping for breath. "You should have known." Omi fell to his knees beside her and took her hand.
"I didn't know." He said weakly. "I didn't know." She frowned and died, gasping slightly. It looked like she was screaming. Omi looked down at his hands stained with her blood. He stood and backed away. "I'm sorry." He said. The body moved then stood walking towards him. Namyias eyes dead and empty, her mouth didn't moved. Omi backed away but she followed him into the hallway then shoved him against the wall.
"You didn't even notice I was gone." She hissed, her breath stinking of blood and death. "You should have known Omi-san. This is all your fault. You could have prevented this. You could have saved me." Omi recoiled but there was no escape from the dead girls grasp or her accusing words. "Your just as bad as the people who did this to me. You deserve to die Omi. You can't ever forget this. I was fourteen and you let them do this too me." Omi blinked as tears ran down his face.
"No, no.. I didn't. I tried.. I'm sorry.." He sobbed trying to explain.
"I don't want to hear your sorry excuses. Do you think I can't see what's in your head?" The dead girl snarled, digging her nails into Omis' wrists. "Your right Omi. You're right about all of it. You're a murderer. You deserve to skulk in the shadows, you'll never be normal." She paused and leaned forwards, her mouth only millimeters from his own. Omi gagged. "Your evil Omi." The dead girl hissed.
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Angels lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles all confiscated
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Omi woke up screaming and crying. His pillow was soaked with tears and his bed wet with sweat. He gasped and sat up, the doll clutched tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath and noticed two things. One: someone was pounding on his door, frantically calling his name. Two: someone was tapping on his window, waving frantically at him. Omi blinked and looked at the window, it was Schuldich. Who happened to be sitting precariously on the windowsill. Omi shook his head and dove to open the window. He wrenched it open and Schuldich climbed in. Omi backed up just as Schuldich tripped falling forward onto him. They wind milled precariously almost falling into the door, but Schuldich shifted his weight and they fell onto the bed. Omi stared into the red heads eyes with surprise just as the door was kicked in. Ken staggered into the room with a frantic cry. Omi and Schuldich turned their heads to look at his at the same time. Ken blinked twice then turned white. Omi blinked back at him and Ken turned and left, propping the door back up behind him. Schuldich looked down at Omi. Omi looked back up at him. In the hallway they heard Ken screaming quietly, but frantically for Youji and Aya.
'Come on kitten.' Omi heard, though Schu's mouth didn't move. 'Let get the fuck out of here before they decide I'm raping you and try to kill me.'
'Raping.. me?' Omi thought with a blush as Schu hopped off him and pulled him up.
'That what Ken thinks we're doing. He thinks that's why you screamed. Shoes?' Schu asked, as he threw clothes at Omi. Omi changed rapidly as Schu found his shoes. He was a brilliant purple color before Schu hopped out the window and on to the fire escape. Schu grabbed Omi and tossed him over his shoulder. Omi gasped as Schu's shoulder slammed into his stomach, knocking the air form his system. 'hold tight kitten.' The read heads dry mental voice whispered as they began the descent. Behind them Youji popped out the window and swore.
"He took him out the window." He called over his shoulder before climbing out after them. "Stop!" Youji screamed at them as he ripped his shirt on the windowsill. "Omi! Fight or something! Are you drugged?" Schuldich hit the ground and sprinted down the alleyway. Omi saw Aya sprint out of the shop, Katana in hand, as Schuldich sprinted into traffic. Aya said nothing, but as a car swerved by, Omi saw him jump backwards to the curb. Schuldich dove into a large van and pulled the door closed. Omi struggled to get down as the vehicle swerved away.
'chill kitten.' The German sent softly. 'No one wants to hurt you here' He let Omi scramble down, then swore to him self as Omi looked around with large frightened eyes.
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Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent
This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain't got it right
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Omi looked around the van slightly shocked. The interior was dark gray and two of the seats had been taken out. The driver looked familiar and when Omi met his glance in the rearview mirror he swore.
"Schuldich. You didn't say you were taking Bombay to the funeral. You didn't say anything about this at all." The driver growled at Schuldich and Omi blinked. The driver was Brad Crawford, leader of Swartz.
"And you didn't see it?" Schuldich asked with a smile, wrapping a possessive arm around Omi's side. Omi turned pink and began to blink quickly. 'oh crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.' Omi thought frantically. "Come on Braddie-kins. I told you, he knew the girl. He deserves to say goodbye." Omis thought train violently derailed at that first sentence. 'Braddie-kins?' He wondered staring up at Schu. 'What the hell is a Braddie-kins?'
'Braddie-kins would be the one driving this contraption, Kitten.' Schu sent with a grin at Omi. Brad had turned a violent shade of purple in the mirror, and was shooting them both a death glare. 'now chill. We're going to a funeral.' Schuldich's smile faded. 'There's a suit for you at my place and we can pick up flowers later in the afternoon. I thought.. hell I don't know what I thought.' Omi nodded, understanding, but clueless all at once. He turned his gaze to the floor of the van, and leaned back. Schuldich's arm was comforting and frightening at the same time. The rocking of the van was soothing, and Omi felt his eyes slip shut. 'That's right kitten, have a snooze.' He heard as darkness claimed him once more.
He heard her voice singing to him from the darkness. There was a bright light ahead of him and Omi eagerly ran forwards. The voice was familiar, singing a lullaby. It sounded hauntingly like his mother. It reminded him of sunshine and simple childhood games. Of laughter and hugs. The sound was coming from the light and the nearer he got, the clearer the sound was. Omi stopped on the edge of the light to see a woman in a long dress singing a lullaby over a cradle. Her hair was long and dark, her dress, one he barely remembered. The woman was his mother. This was the one faded memory of her, the dress, the song and the cradle. It had been his new little brother, he remembered hazily. He stepped forwards into the light and the woman turned, her face obscured by hair. The song faded as she regarded him silently then turned back to the cradle.
" Come see him." She invited after a moment. The baby was sleeping, and Omi could hear its tiny breaths. He moved over to the cradle and peered in. A chubby baby lay there, sleeping soundly. He smiled down at the baby and his mother spoke again. "He doesn't look like you did. You were tiny Omi. Such a small little thing. And look at you now all, grown up." Omi blushed and silence fell between them. His mother turned and looked down at him, and lay her hand on his shoulder. "Nothing to tell me darling?"
"Nothing I am proud of." Omi confessed, and was surprised to hear laughter. "What?"
"You should be proud of everything you have done my darling. No matter what is it." She said softly.
"I'm a murderer." Omi confessed, and his mothers slapped him her face still hidden beneath her hair. "What? He cried, jumping backwards.
"Omi!" a new voice called, as his mother slapped him again. "Omi wake up. Your dreaming." Omi shook his head, but his mother didn't fade away. She slapped him once more, her hair finally swinging out of the way as blood began to pour from her mouth as she shook him. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
"Murderer!" She choked, as a gaping wound appeared in her stomach. She fell forwards bleeding and choking to lie at Omi's feet. "Do you feel like a man now?" She snarled. "My darling son..." And then she was still. In the crib the baby began to cry.
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And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
We were innocent
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