Angels Never Cry

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By: Ryoko [Raiju]

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"Dom! You came in late again, today...that's the third time this week...is everything okay?" Omi slid into the seat next to the brunette, noting that there were red marks around his neck that looked like something had cut there. The other boy was staring into space, seemingly not even hearing Omi's question. "Dominique?" he tried again.

"Huh? Oh! N-nothing's wrong. Just tired."

Omi sighed, turning in the chair to face the other boy, completely ignoring the instructor, who was half asleep anyway.

"Hey, c'mon. I know you better than that...something's wrong. I can see it in your eyes. Please tell me?"

Dominique kept his eyes on the floor, too nervous to speak at that moment. "Omi..." his voice was broken, yet serious, like he was pleading.

"Yeah?" the blonde asked, after the other had paused for a moment too unsettling.

"N-nothing. Never mind." He sighed, pretending to work.

"Hmm..." he was worried, to say the least, his mind reeling with thoughts as to what the boy could have said. All the while, Omi stayed quiet, pretending to work as well, glancing up every now and then at his friend, worry getting more and more potent in his chest.

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As school let out, the two parted ways, Omi taking the liberty of giving Dominique a ride home.

He'd never been to the boy's house, and had yet to hear anything about it. From the outside, it looked like a normal house, a rather large one at that. He stayed parked until Dominique had disappeared through the doors, and then rode off.

The assassin had an idea, but whether or not it would work was another matter. But for now, he'd keep himself occupied with just riding around aimlessly.

As 7:30 came around, he made his way back to his best friend's house, knocking on the wooden doors that he'd previously seen Dominique go through. A petite, black-haired woman answered the door, seemingly nervous.

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong house, young man, and nobody is to have visitors." The door started to close, but Omi stopped it with his arm.

"I'm Dominique's friend. I-I have to give him something. It'll only take a minute."

"Then I'LL deliver it. Come along now, give it up."

"I...it's not material. I need to see him."

"Well, I'm sorry, he can't have any visitors."

"Please, ma'am, I don't mean any disrespect, but I need to see him right now. It's an emergency."

"Well he can't have visitors. I'm sorry."

"Please! Just a mome-" the two silenced as a loud cry was heard from down the hall. The young assassin froze dead.

"You need to leave." She shut the door immediately, letting him hear her running footsteps away from the door. Suddenly feeling a deep wrenching in his chest, like he was about to cry, he moved away from the door, swallowing the feeling down. He had to know what the hell that scream was.

Just as the sun's dying color had faded from the sky, he found himself peering into a window that led to the basement. Being careful not to be seen, he searched around the room with his eyes. No furniture but a single chair, in which a large, red-haired man was seated, a desk, which the woman from before was leaning against, and several lamps around the edges of the room. Beside the man in the chair sat a smaller figure, with dark brown hair. He couldn't see the person's face, only their hair. He heard the man shout something, and then the smaller figure stood.

"Dom!" He whispered, his chest wrenching as he saw the iron collar around the boy's neck, and the condition that the teenager was in. He looked so emotionless...like a living statue, his beautiful blue eyes clouded over and seemingly dead. The boy moved forward, standing in front of another man on the end of the room closest to where Omi was watching.

The blonde started to tremble as he watched Dominique being stripped and raped before his very eyes.

He threw himself back, away from the window, hiding behind the wall and gasping for breath as his body threatened a breakdown. The images still playing over and over as an extremely muffled cry sounded through the glass. When everything fell silent, he rolled back over, looking through the window once more and biting his lip to keep himself in control.

Dominique stumbled forward, back to the redhead's side, where that man raped him as well, right in the open. This time, Dominique didn't scream, he kept himself silent, gasping and panting loudly, but never screaming.

He couldn't watch any more. He couldn't take it. The boy pushed himself away from the window, and ran back to the front door, banging on it with all his might.

A man, wearing a business suit, opened the door this time.

"No visitors." He said plainly, slamming the door, but getting it caught when Omi stuffed his foot in the way.

"Not this time. I need to talk to Dominique."

"He won't be available until after your bedtime. Scram." The old man tried shutting the door again, but failed.

"Forget it! I need to talk to him!"

"You again!" The woman, from before sighed, motioning the man away with her hand. "You don't give up easily, do you, child? Listen, go home. No visitors allowed."

"I'm not leaving."

"I'll call the police, if you don't."

"Have fun! Now let me see Dom."

"Omi?" a new voice, a hoarse, broken, and soft voice. He looked over the woman's shoulders to see Dominique, wearing only rags as clothes.

"D-Dom..." the woman spun around, holding her chest. "You should be in bed!"

"No. I want to see Omi. Please let him in."

"Dominique..." she sighed heavily, opening the door and granting Omi passage.

The blonde walked in quickly, unable to utter a word. Even as he was led to the boy's room, he could utter no sound and frequently felt like he was going to break down in tears. He could clearly see the trouble that Dominique was having, simply walking and breathing.

Inside the room, the brunette collapsed onto the mat he called a bed, almost unable to move.

"Dom!" the young assassin gasped, catching him before his head could hit the floor. He knelt down, resting the boy's head on his knees.

"I told you never to come here...why did you come? I told you not to, Omi."

"I couldn't help myself. I...Dom..." he trailed off, not ready to say anything. "I wanted to know what made those marks on your neck."

"Marks?" he touched his neck gingerly, wincing as he pulled away the finger, blood coloring it lightly. "Oh no...Omi...did you..."

"Dominique..." the blonde whimpered, leaning down and pulling the other boy into his arms. "I'm sorry, I know it was wrong of me, but I had to know. I didn't want to see it, I didn't. Please, Dominique, get away from here, please." He whispered, starting to cry a little.

"Omi...you...saw?"

"Everything. I saw everything, I'm sorry. I-I didn't want to!" he sobbed quietly, tightening his grip on the other.

"Oh god...no...you're the last person...no..." the brunette started to cry as well, trembling violently. "Well now you know. I wanted to tell someone, but I guess it's better if they see, huh?" he nuzzled his face between Omi's neck and sweatshirt hood, feeling protected and safe.

"It's wrong. You know it is."

"I've tried to get away. I can't. GOD, how I've tried."

Omi wiped his eyes, tightening his grip on the other's shoulders. "Come on. We're going."

"N-no! Please, Omi! I-I can't! It'll only make things worse!"

"I'm getting you out of here. Take anything of importance. No clothes."

"Then all there is is me."

"Come with me, then. I need to get you out of here." The assassin smiled, hoisting Dominique into his arms.

"O-Omi!"

"Shh. You're light, and it'll only slow us down. Trust me, this is faster." He slipped through the open window onto the roof, walking along the shingles until he'd come to the fire escape. Climbing down the ladder one at a time, the two boys made it to the ground, Omi taking the other into his arms once more and breaking into a full-out run for his motorbike.

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"Jesus, what happened to him?" Yohji felt sick just looking at the teenager that Omi was carrying.

"We just need to get him inside, quick." The younger blonde whispered, pushing the door open a little more and slipping into the back room. "Hang in there Dom, we'll get you settled in no time."

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