Hello all! Yes it's true I have revived this fic! Well it's been like.
about 10 months since I last updated but I can explain! Actually no,
I can't but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Disclaimer: Don't own them.never will.
For Eternity
Chapter 7
He was walking through a garden overflowing with flowers. The sweet smell wrapped around him like a cloak as he turned left and right, he felt like he was searching for something but not sure what. Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes next to him, he spun and raised his fists, heart pounding all the way.
"Omi!" He started as a lanky blonde boy about 11, 6 years older than him jumped through the bushes at him. Omi squinted at the blonde but no matter how he looked the face was veiled from him in shadows.
"Do I know you?" The 5 year old asked in confusion, wringing his small hands together. He couldn't see it but he felt the older boy smile. Feeling reassured he smiled and let the boy silently take his hand and lead him out of the center of the garden. Curiously he asked where they were going but the blonde gave no reply, only gently led him forward. Soon Omi caught sight of the edge of the bushes and soon they emerged into an open patio.
Approaching he caught sight of 2 boys standing next to a clear glass table. Both looked about his age, one with shiny brown hair, reminding Omi of dark bronze. The other had clear crimson hair, the color of fresh blood. Like the blonde their faces were in shadows but part of Omi whispered that he knew them from somewhere. His attention was pulled away from the boys when a man walked into view.
The man, unlike the boys, was totally bathed in darkness. Omi's insides clenched when he first saw the man. The weird feeling he got when danger appeared flashed through him, full force. Pain shot through him and he clenched his chest, backing away from the man. He was scared, but not sure why. The man advanced on him and he shakily moved back farther, shaking his head in fear. Suddenly the crimson haired boy was next to him, holding him securely around the waist.
"Don't be afraid." The crimson boy whispered. Omi twisted around, trying to see the boys face.
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Omi woke with a start, wrestling with the sheets around him in a desperate struggle before falling of the bed. From the floor he hazily realized he wasn't in his own room. Slowly he disengaged himself from the blue sheet he had wrapped himself in and stood. The room he was in was neat and clean. Against one wall was a wood dresser with a mirror propped upon it. Against the other wall was a desk with a computer, the screen flickered, showing it was on. Where the hell am I? He thought, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort. The sound of cloth against cloth brought his attention to another fact he had missed. His body was wrapped in bandages, under his clothes of course, but they didn't hurt except for the dull ache. Confused he searched his memory for what had happened.
Heavy Rain
Pain
Aya
His head snapped up and his eyes widened. Suddenly anxious he looked around the room again. His eyes fell on a single picture, shaking he slowly approached and lifted up the single frame. Staring back at him from the picture was a smiling Ken, his arm draped over an unhappy Aya. Omi dropped the picture; it hit the floor with a soft thud. He was in Aya's house! The information ran through his body and made him shiver. He had to get away, go home.
He made for the door only to stop. Did he want to go back? Back to that place where he saw more abuse than love? He hand hesitated an inch from the knob. He didn't want to return to that place, but he also didn't want to stay here either. He growled in his throat, he would decide what he was doing later, after he got out of this place! It was embarrassing enough that Aya had seen him like that last night but the fact that he had.he had. Omi thought again of the bandages, someone had to take his clothes off to put those on. And if he was in Aya's home that means it was that pervert that did it! He blushed a deep red, imagining Aya's strong hands roaming over his body. Shaking his head again at he stupid thoughts he had, he didn't want to think of that pervert that way!
To his surprise before he could open the door himself it suddenly flew open, knocking him backwards onto the floor. He held his throbbing head, cursing any and all gods that came to mind.
"You shouldn't be up you know." At the cold words Omi froze his ranting and slowly looked up through dirty blonde bangs. Above him stood Aya, looking down at him in amusement. Omi couldn't stop the blush that spread across his ace like wildfire. Cursing his stupidity he jumped to his feet, ready to do whatever necessary to get out of the room. He walked forward, bracing himself to rudely push past the crimson boy. To his surprise Aya moved to the side to let him pass. Feeling smug Omi walked past him, suddenly an arm snaked out and grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up. Next thing he knew Omi was draped over Aya's shoulder, he upper body bouncing on the older boys back. The position made his ribs ache and he muffled a pained groan.
"What are you doing?! Let me go right now!" Omi struggled, kicking his legs out and making pain shoot up his legs and stomach. Aya wrapped his arm around the struggling boy's legs, holding him still as he walked through the apartment with the boy over his shoulder. Omi blushed scarlet as he caught sight of their position in a mirror they walked by. He braced his hands an Aya's back and pushed up, trying to gain some leverage. He could feel the heat radiating off Aya through his thin shirt. Taking careful aim he raised one fist and hit Aya in the back of the head.
Caught by surprise Aya pitched forward, taking poor Omi with him. What ensued then was a tangle of limbs followed by lots of swearing and grappling. Much to Omi's dismay Aya was on top of him again, his long legs straddling the shorter boy's waist.
"What are you insane? Do you want to die or something?" Aya yelled at him, trying to get the boy to stop squirming beneath him. At any other time he might have enjoyed the feeling of that lithe body below him but now, when his head ached from an unwanted blow and he was starting to feel very frustrated, it was more of a nuisance.
"How bout you get of me now?" Omi replied heatedly. He became very aware of there position. "I want to leave, let me go!" He stared up into cold amethyst eyes.
"And where would you go?"
Omi stopped, frozen by the question. He could here his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. Where could he go? The question came again and still he had no answer. He thought silently of his father, longing to see him again, for things to go back to the way things were. He hadn't realized that tears were slowly trekking a path down his face.
Aya's eyes widened slightly as he saw the tears form in the shorter boy's eyes. Could only watch helplessly as they slid down pale satin cheeks. His heart tugged, his mind was screaming for him to do something but his mouth couldn't move and his body was paralyzed. Omi felt the body holding him go lax and looked up, startled to see unreadable purple eyes above him. Realizing suddenly that he was crying he quickly wiped it away with the back of his arm before pushing the other boy off him.
"Just leave me alone." Later Omi would be surprised at how calm his voice sounded, considering inside his emotions were storming. He slowly got up, ignoring the now sharp pain throughout his body. Keeping his eyes on the stunned boy he slowly backed away and out the door. Shutting it firmly behind him he leaned against it, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding. His head resting on the cool wood he shut his eyes, praying that Aya wouldn't come after him. He ignored the voice in his mind that said it knew very well that pushing Aya away was the opposite of what he actually wanted.
He walked away, unsure of were he was going as long as he was away, but his mind lingered, not wanting to forget the amethyst eyed boy. He wandered the streets, going in the opposite direction of his foster parent's home. He was in a daze, the pain of his injuries making him weak, his mind swirling in delusional thoughts. Finally his legs gave way and he fell, hitting the pavement hard. Lying there Omi thought how nice it would be to die, just to go away and join in father in heaven. Darkness dimmed the edge of his vision, he welcomed it. It enveloped him and he let out a sigh of relief, feeling the pain of his injuries and coldness of the ground fade away. He let his eyes slowly slide shut.
Are you just giving up?
Omi couldn't tell if he was dreaming again or not. He felt detached from his body, but the voice that spoke sounded so real.
Well are you? I don't think you should.
Wearily Omi slowly opened his eyes, looking for the source of the voice. "I should just die. I have no reason to be alive." Even in his weakness he felt compelled to answer the voice, to justify what he was doing.
Really? What about Aya?
Omi laughed, the sound came out harsh from his dry throat. "What about Aya?"
You like him, feel safe with him
"No, I can't love him. Everyone I love dies. I don't want him to die."
That's funny, I never mentioned you loving him
Omi fell silent. Wondering if he was losing his mind or not, after all it's not every day that he has a running conversation with a random voice. "What are you saying? That I love him?" He waited for the answer but it never came. Disgusted with himself Omi pulled all his strength together and sat up, leaning heavily against the brick store that he lay in front off. Muttering to himself about stupid voices he missed the old lady that walked up to him.
Do need some help kiddo?" Omi looked up to see a short woman, maybe in her 80 standing above him. In her arms was a large calico cat. The woman looked down at him through her small round glasses.
"Well I'm kinda hurt so I don't think I'm going anywhere." Omi said, smiling at the lady. The lady clucked worriedly before setting the cat gently on the ground. The cat stretched and walked over to the fallen boy, rubbing up against him and purring. Suddenly Omi felt his strength returning. Unsure, he slowly got to his feet and looked down warily at the cat now held in the woman's arms.
"What just happened?" He said, suspicious.
"Oh never mind that!" The woman waved a hand lazily at his question. "Do you have anywhere to stay? If not you can live here and help out at my shop." Omi looked behind him to see that he was in fact standing in front of a flower shop. As his eyes landed on the building a click seemed to sound inside him, he felt like this was the place he was looking for, even though until that moment he hadn't realized he was looking for it. Smiling he took the woman's hand and shook it once.
"I'd be glad to."
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Across town Aya was still sitting on the floor when Ken walked in, looking for all he was worth like a kid who had just stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.
"Aya I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. Something came up." Hand behind his head comically he was surprised when Aya didn't respond. He walked over to the boy and waved a hand in front of the still boys face. "Aya? Earth to Aya! Hey Aya!"
Amethyst eyes slowly turned to regard him numbly. "What's wrong Aya? You look like your best friend just died but since I'm here that can't be right!"
"I made him cry." The sentence was short and quiet, Ken almost missed it altogether. "I was just trying to help and I made him cry." Ken stared helplessly, he had never seen Aya this out of it, and it must have been from that Omi kid, which was the only explanation.
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In another part of town.
"I'm sorry sir but I lost the boy." The man fidgeted under the cold stare of the man in the plush office chair in front of him. He couldn't be fooled by how gently the man petted his cat. He had to think of a way to save himself. "I was just disciplining him and he ran away!"
The man gulped as the woman in the red suit shifted, she was dangerous too. "Beating the boy is not what I consider discipline." Her voice was cold as ice. "Now because of your stupidity we have to find him again or all will be lost. You will be punished for this severely." The man started shivering; he knew that their form of punishment was not something he would enjoy.
"Calm down Manx." The man in the chair had finally spoken. He turned to the man quivering on the floor in front of him. "Could you explain why, after all the trouble I went through to get you set up as his foster father, you feel the need to screw it up?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Persia! But I swear, I'll get him back no matter what it takes!"
"You better, you have 3 weeks. After that you can say goodbye to living." Persia turned his back on the man, he waited till he was sure the man was gone to open his desk drawer and pull out a single picture. Manx glanced over at it. It was a very simple picture really. 5 men stood together in a garden, scientists by their lab coats.
"It won't be long now sir." She said, hoping to lift the spirits of the man she loved. He smiled gently at her.
"It's funny Manx, Over 25 years of work and it's finally coming together. It's too bad the other 4 are gone, they would have loved to see me rule Japan with the fruits of our experiment. Soon, very soon project Kami will be put to action."
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That's the end of Chapter 7! Look I made it long just to make up for waiting so long! So what in the world is going on??? Persia's trying to take over Japan and Omi's hearing voices??? Oh my, for Omi and Aya fluff coming up and who knows what else.and what's up with that cat? Find out next time! Please review it makes me happy!
Disclaimer: Don't own them.never will.
For Eternity
Chapter 7
He was walking through a garden overflowing with flowers. The sweet smell wrapped around him like a cloak as he turned left and right, he felt like he was searching for something but not sure what. Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes next to him, he spun and raised his fists, heart pounding all the way.
"Omi!" He started as a lanky blonde boy about 11, 6 years older than him jumped through the bushes at him. Omi squinted at the blonde but no matter how he looked the face was veiled from him in shadows.
"Do I know you?" The 5 year old asked in confusion, wringing his small hands together. He couldn't see it but he felt the older boy smile. Feeling reassured he smiled and let the boy silently take his hand and lead him out of the center of the garden. Curiously he asked where they were going but the blonde gave no reply, only gently led him forward. Soon Omi caught sight of the edge of the bushes and soon they emerged into an open patio.
Approaching he caught sight of 2 boys standing next to a clear glass table. Both looked about his age, one with shiny brown hair, reminding Omi of dark bronze. The other had clear crimson hair, the color of fresh blood. Like the blonde their faces were in shadows but part of Omi whispered that he knew them from somewhere. His attention was pulled away from the boys when a man walked into view.
The man, unlike the boys, was totally bathed in darkness. Omi's insides clenched when he first saw the man. The weird feeling he got when danger appeared flashed through him, full force. Pain shot through him and he clenched his chest, backing away from the man. He was scared, but not sure why. The man advanced on him and he shakily moved back farther, shaking his head in fear. Suddenly the crimson haired boy was next to him, holding him securely around the waist.
"Don't be afraid." The crimson boy whispered. Omi twisted around, trying to see the boys face.
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Omi woke with a start, wrestling with the sheets around him in a desperate struggle before falling of the bed. From the floor he hazily realized he wasn't in his own room. Slowly he disengaged himself from the blue sheet he had wrapped himself in and stood. The room he was in was neat and clean. Against one wall was a wood dresser with a mirror propped upon it. Against the other wall was a desk with a computer, the screen flickered, showing it was on. Where the hell am I? He thought, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort. The sound of cloth against cloth brought his attention to another fact he had missed. His body was wrapped in bandages, under his clothes of course, but they didn't hurt except for the dull ache. Confused he searched his memory for what had happened.
Heavy Rain
Pain
Aya
His head snapped up and his eyes widened. Suddenly anxious he looked around the room again. His eyes fell on a single picture, shaking he slowly approached and lifted up the single frame. Staring back at him from the picture was a smiling Ken, his arm draped over an unhappy Aya. Omi dropped the picture; it hit the floor with a soft thud. He was in Aya's house! The information ran through his body and made him shiver. He had to get away, go home.
He made for the door only to stop. Did he want to go back? Back to that place where he saw more abuse than love? He hand hesitated an inch from the knob. He didn't want to return to that place, but he also didn't want to stay here either. He growled in his throat, he would decide what he was doing later, after he got out of this place! It was embarrassing enough that Aya had seen him like that last night but the fact that he had.he had. Omi thought again of the bandages, someone had to take his clothes off to put those on. And if he was in Aya's home that means it was that pervert that did it! He blushed a deep red, imagining Aya's strong hands roaming over his body. Shaking his head again at he stupid thoughts he had, he didn't want to think of that pervert that way!
To his surprise before he could open the door himself it suddenly flew open, knocking him backwards onto the floor. He held his throbbing head, cursing any and all gods that came to mind.
"You shouldn't be up you know." At the cold words Omi froze his ranting and slowly looked up through dirty blonde bangs. Above him stood Aya, looking down at him in amusement. Omi couldn't stop the blush that spread across his ace like wildfire. Cursing his stupidity he jumped to his feet, ready to do whatever necessary to get out of the room. He walked forward, bracing himself to rudely push past the crimson boy. To his surprise Aya moved to the side to let him pass. Feeling smug Omi walked past him, suddenly an arm snaked out and grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up. Next thing he knew Omi was draped over Aya's shoulder, he upper body bouncing on the older boys back. The position made his ribs ache and he muffled a pained groan.
"What are you doing?! Let me go right now!" Omi struggled, kicking his legs out and making pain shoot up his legs and stomach. Aya wrapped his arm around the struggling boy's legs, holding him still as he walked through the apartment with the boy over his shoulder. Omi blushed scarlet as he caught sight of their position in a mirror they walked by. He braced his hands an Aya's back and pushed up, trying to gain some leverage. He could feel the heat radiating off Aya through his thin shirt. Taking careful aim he raised one fist and hit Aya in the back of the head.
Caught by surprise Aya pitched forward, taking poor Omi with him. What ensued then was a tangle of limbs followed by lots of swearing and grappling. Much to Omi's dismay Aya was on top of him again, his long legs straddling the shorter boy's waist.
"What are you insane? Do you want to die or something?" Aya yelled at him, trying to get the boy to stop squirming beneath him. At any other time he might have enjoyed the feeling of that lithe body below him but now, when his head ached from an unwanted blow and he was starting to feel very frustrated, it was more of a nuisance.
"How bout you get of me now?" Omi replied heatedly. He became very aware of there position. "I want to leave, let me go!" He stared up into cold amethyst eyes.
"And where would you go?"
Omi stopped, frozen by the question. He could here his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. Where could he go? The question came again and still he had no answer. He thought silently of his father, longing to see him again, for things to go back to the way things were. He hadn't realized that tears were slowly trekking a path down his face.
Aya's eyes widened slightly as he saw the tears form in the shorter boy's eyes. Could only watch helplessly as they slid down pale satin cheeks. His heart tugged, his mind was screaming for him to do something but his mouth couldn't move and his body was paralyzed. Omi felt the body holding him go lax and looked up, startled to see unreadable purple eyes above him. Realizing suddenly that he was crying he quickly wiped it away with the back of his arm before pushing the other boy off him.
"Just leave me alone." Later Omi would be surprised at how calm his voice sounded, considering inside his emotions were storming. He slowly got up, ignoring the now sharp pain throughout his body. Keeping his eyes on the stunned boy he slowly backed away and out the door. Shutting it firmly behind him he leaned against it, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding. His head resting on the cool wood he shut his eyes, praying that Aya wouldn't come after him. He ignored the voice in his mind that said it knew very well that pushing Aya away was the opposite of what he actually wanted.
He walked away, unsure of were he was going as long as he was away, but his mind lingered, not wanting to forget the amethyst eyed boy. He wandered the streets, going in the opposite direction of his foster parent's home. He was in a daze, the pain of his injuries making him weak, his mind swirling in delusional thoughts. Finally his legs gave way and he fell, hitting the pavement hard. Lying there Omi thought how nice it would be to die, just to go away and join in father in heaven. Darkness dimmed the edge of his vision, he welcomed it. It enveloped him and he let out a sigh of relief, feeling the pain of his injuries and coldness of the ground fade away. He let his eyes slowly slide shut.
Are you just giving up?
Omi couldn't tell if he was dreaming again or not. He felt detached from his body, but the voice that spoke sounded so real.
Well are you? I don't think you should.
Wearily Omi slowly opened his eyes, looking for the source of the voice. "I should just die. I have no reason to be alive." Even in his weakness he felt compelled to answer the voice, to justify what he was doing.
Really? What about Aya?
Omi laughed, the sound came out harsh from his dry throat. "What about Aya?"
You like him, feel safe with him
"No, I can't love him. Everyone I love dies. I don't want him to die."
That's funny, I never mentioned you loving him
Omi fell silent. Wondering if he was losing his mind or not, after all it's not every day that he has a running conversation with a random voice. "What are you saying? That I love him?" He waited for the answer but it never came. Disgusted with himself Omi pulled all his strength together and sat up, leaning heavily against the brick store that he lay in front off. Muttering to himself about stupid voices he missed the old lady that walked up to him.
Do need some help kiddo?" Omi looked up to see a short woman, maybe in her 80 standing above him. In her arms was a large calico cat. The woman looked down at him through her small round glasses.
"Well I'm kinda hurt so I don't think I'm going anywhere." Omi said, smiling at the lady. The lady clucked worriedly before setting the cat gently on the ground. The cat stretched and walked over to the fallen boy, rubbing up against him and purring. Suddenly Omi felt his strength returning. Unsure, he slowly got to his feet and looked down warily at the cat now held in the woman's arms.
"What just happened?" He said, suspicious.
"Oh never mind that!" The woman waved a hand lazily at his question. "Do you have anywhere to stay? If not you can live here and help out at my shop." Omi looked behind him to see that he was in fact standing in front of a flower shop. As his eyes landed on the building a click seemed to sound inside him, he felt like this was the place he was looking for, even though until that moment he hadn't realized he was looking for it. Smiling he took the woman's hand and shook it once.
"I'd be glad to."
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Across town Aya was still sitting on the floor when Ken walked in, looking for all he was worth like a kid who had just stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.
"Aya I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. Something came up." Hand behind his head comically he was surprised when Aya didn't respond. He walked over to the boy and waved a hand in front of the still boys face. "Aya? Earth to Aya! Hey Aya!"
Amethyst eyes slowly turned to regard him numbly. "What's wrong Aya? You look like your best friend just died but since I'm here that can't be right!"
"I made him cry." The sentence was short and quiet, Ken almost missed it altogether. "I was just trying to help and I made him cry." Ken stared helplessly, he had never seen Aya this out of it, and it must have been from that Omi kid, which was the only explanation.
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In another part of town.
"I'm sorry sir but I lost the boy." The man fidgeted under the cold stare of the man in the plush office chair in front of him. He couldn't be fooled by how gently the man petted his cat. He had to think of a way to save himself. "I was just disciplining him and he ran away!"
The man gulped as the woman in the red suit shifted, she was dangerous too. "Beating the boy is not what I consider discipline." Her voice was cold as ice. "Now because of your stupidity we have to find him again or all will be lost. You will be punished for this severely." The man started shivering; he knew that their form of punishment was not something he would enjoy.
"Calm down Manx." The man in the chair had finally spoken. He turned to the man quivering on the floor in front of him. "Could you explain why, after all the trouble I went through to get you set up as his foster father, you feel the need to screw it up?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Persia! But I swear, I'll get him back no matter what it takes!"
"You better, you have 3 weeks. After that you can say goodbye to living." Persia turned his back on the man, he waited till he was sure the man was gone to open his desk drawer and pull out a single picture. Manx glanced over at it. It was a very simple picture really. 5 men stood together in a garden, scientists by their lab coats.
"It won't be long now sir." She said, hoping to lift the spirits of the man she loved. He smiled gently at her.
"It's funny Manx, Over 25 years of work and it's finally coming together. It's too bad the other 4 are gone, they would have loved to see me rule Japan with the fruits of our experiment. Soon, very soon project Kami will be put to action."
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That's the end of Chapter 7! Look I made it long just to make up for waiting so long! So what in the world is going on??? Persia's trying to take over Japan and Omi's hearing voices??? Oh my, for Omi and Aya fluff coming up and who knows what else.and what's up with that cat? Find out next time! Please review it makes me happy!
